Dean was questioning Paul about Janet while Sam and I were searching the bathroom for clues as to what happened.
Sam closed the door to the bathroom and looked more thoroughly through things. I was checking the drawers.
"Nothing here." I said.
"Me neither." Sam said.
"What exactly are we looking for?" I asked.
"I'm not sure yet." Sam said.
I looked under the sink in the bathroom and found the hex bag that was left there.
"Ah gross." I said as I dropped it. I shook my hands around and washed them as Sam picked it up.
"Why are you freaking out?" Sam asked.
"There are dead animal bones and shit in there. That's disgusting. Plus I don't want to lose my teeth so thanks." I said.
"Say that louder, I don't think anyone heard you." Sam said and I rolled my eyes. He opened the bathroom door. We walked into where Dean was talking with Paul.
"Mr. Dutton?" Dean asked.
"Uh, everyone loved Janet." Paul said. Sam nodded at Dean so he knew that we were done investigating.
"Okay. Thank you very much; I think we've got everything we need. We'll get out of your way now." Dean said.
It was raining when we walked out of the house toward the Impala.
"That dude seem a little evasive to you?" Dean asked.
"I don't know I was under a sink, pulling that out." I said. Sam took the hex bag out of his pocket and handed it to Dean and we all stopped as Dean took the bag from Sam and opened it.
"Hex bag." Sam said.
"Awww gross." Dean said.
"Yeah, I see why you two are dating now." Sam said and I gave him a confused look. "There are bird bones, rabbit's teeth. This cloth is probably cut from something Janet Dutton owned." Dean looked back at the house for a second and turned back handing the bag to Sam and walking towards the Impala again. He tried to grab my hand, but I avoided him.
"Not with that nasty animal bone hand of yours." I said. He smiled and started chasing me around. "Don't you DARE touch me with that nasty ass hand Dean!" I yelled as I ran. Sam laughed at us. I ran behind him and used him as a shield.
"Ok, fine, truce." Dean said.
"Mhm, that's what I thought." I said.
"So we're thinking witch?" Dean asked.
"Uh, yeah, and not some new age wicked water douser either. This is old world black magic Dean, I mean, warts and all." Sam said. We all got in and Dean turned to Sam.
"I hate witches." Dean said. Sam chuckled. "They're always spewing their bodily fluids everywhere."
"Pretty much." Sam said.
"It's creepy, you know, it's down right unsanitary." I said.
"Yeah, well someone definitely had it out for Janet Dutton." Sam said.
"Yeah, someone who snuck into that house and planted the bag. So what are we thinking, we're uh, looking for some old craggy blair bitch in the woods." Dean asked.
"No it could be anyone. Neighbor, coworker, man, woman that's the problem Dean, they're human, they're like everyone else." Sam said.
"Great, how do we find 'em?" Dean asked.
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Running From Deals - SPN S3
FanficDean sold his soul for Sam. He just wants peace for his last year on Earth. Ali and Sam wouldn't let him go without a fight. They all have to face what is happening and try to find a way out of it. I DO NOT own Supernatural. I only own Alison Hart ...
