Nothing else Matters

Chapter 91

still Sams POV

He was trying to get me to come out, but I knew it was a trick and that I was around a corner where Dean wouldn't find me. I had my knife out when Dean walked around the corner when I stepped up with the knife upon his throat. "Come on, do it." Dean hissed, but I couldn't do it. Just as Dean stepped forward, two arms wrapped around Dean; Cas had arrived to help with Dean. "It's over, Dean," Cas grumbled behind him. With Cas's help knocking him out, we tied up Dean to the chair in the dungeon., Kaylee was okay. Dean had only knocked her out.

Nothing worse, but still, we tied her up as well in case she became a demon, too. Kaylee was the first to come around; she twitched when she saw the handcuffs around her wrists. "Sorry, that was just a precaution." I freed her when Cas placed his hand on her forehead, with a loud sigh from Kaylee, who healed her wounds. "Thanks, Cas." Kaylee smiled when Dean woke up; I tossed some holy water on him to test if he was still a demon, which he wasn't. "You're looking worried," he said, looking at each of us. "Welcome back, Dean." I was relieved to know Dean was back. 

Kaylees POV

Sam, Dean, and I took time out from hunting, which didn't last long since we found a case and wanted to investigate, so we drove to Durham, Washington, and investigated the murder of a biker who was kidnapped and killed from a bar but he wasn't the only one since there were two more deaths before him. At first, we thought it was an old acquaintance, Kate, but another body was found across town, which meant it wasn't her. We got a hint to a Motel where we met a woman who turned out to be Kate's sister, who was a werewolf; she was the one who killed, and we had no choice but to take that burden from us, killing her sister with a dagger. Sam and Dean wanted to go after Kate, who got away. At least, that's what Sam told me later when we were back at the bunker since I fell asleep in the backseat of the Impala. I had decided to drive with Sam and Dean in one car, leaving mine at the bunker secured in the garage. A few days after we had finished the werewolf job, there was a mysterious death in a high school where we found out a group of kids had made a play about Sam, Dean, and Is life. I was surprised that Dean encouraged the teenagers to go through while we tried to hunt whatever was killing us in the high school we were at. I knew that they were copying Chuck's books. We were able to solve the case while the kids tried to do their play in front of an audience. "Great Job." I high-fived the girl who was me in the play, and it was so funny seeing a mini-me existing.

Since it was a long way back to the bunker, we stopped at a motel for a layover when another case involved Bobby, who got listed in a will, so we went from Michigan to Connecticut. We found out that there was a shapeshifter in a mansion, so we kicked ass. "I hate them," I grumbled as we walked out after we killed the shifter. "Yeah, well, you didn't get tossed around the room," Dean grumbled. "Still, we can say watch out for the maid, who was the daughter and a shifter," I grumbled, making Sam and Dean smile. "Yeah, you're right. Well, let's get home." Dean, Sam, and I got into the car, but sadly, somewhere between Connecticut and Lebanon, a new case awaited us.

With a helping hand from a girl Dean met at a bar, we discovered that demons were running the joint, making it easy for us to kill a demon or two. "Well, guess what? You're fucked." I smiled before stabbing the demon in the abdomen, killing him before he could smoke out. Shaylene told us that demons also ran a brothel. "So there are more? great, Dean, you can be a "hero" and save the girls." I teased him. "Haha, screw you." Dean didn't laugh, just made a frowny face. But when we arrived, we saw that the demons were already dead. "Ah, man, somebody did the job for us." I looked at the body in front of me with black goo around him. "That looks like a hex bag," Sam said, lifting the little pouch for us to see. "So, a witch?" I asked curiously.

"Seems like it." Dean was behind the bar drinking. "Dean! Can you please focus?" I scoffed, and Dean returned to us from behind the bar. Back in the car, we headed back to town but got a call from the sheriff telling us that there was a murder in a restaurant; we had no idea that from there, our lives and also my brothers would change for a long time. Dean and I talked to the waiter, and while Sam got a phone call, he took us outside. When we left the restaurant, Sam sat on one of the small tables. "So the witch had two friends," we told him. "Rauls girls? What does she want with them?" Sam asked, but Dean and I shrugged. "Not sure. Is there any news in the hunter network?"

I asked, nodding toward the phone in his hand. Sam told us about one of the other hunters with a case-finding body stuck to the ceiling. "Doesn't sound like a witch to me, more like a homicidal maniac," Dean commented. "Let me guess when the autopsy came back; it was the same as the waiter, a boiled brain?" I ignored Dean, and Sam nodded. "Exactly," Sam said; Dean interrupted us. "So that means that witch is rich, or why could she afford the Kensigton, Waldorf, and now that restaurant?" he asked.