The Witch and The Hunters

CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE

Page count: 7

One month later...

"Alright, boys, pack up, we've got a case," Hermione said, walking into Sam's motel room, where he and Dean were waiting for her to return from retrieving breakfast since it was her turn that morning.

"Why?" Sam asked. "We're supposed to be taking the weekend off for a little respite. We've finally cleared the back log of cases we had from taking time off in London."

"Respite's over," she replied, as Sam dramatically flopped onto his back on his bed with a groan and she rolled her eyes.

"Yours or ours?" Dean asked.

"Mine, Ricky arrived with a letter whilst I was on my way back from the diner, luckily no one saw him. I've sent him home for the time being."

"It's about time; we've had nothing but supernatural cases since we took out those dragons. I'm getting bored of ghosts and hauntings." She raised an eyebrow. "So, what do we have?"

"I'm not sure yet, I've just been informed there's been a remarkable amount of deaths in the last month, a total of twenty."

"What's remarkable about it?"

"All deaths took place in the victim's homes, there was no sign of forced entry, there was no sign of any presence but the home occupants and there's no sign of foul play. It's as if their hearts just stopped. Their deaths have all been filed under natural causes."

"And why does your government think it's magical?"

"They sent someone to check out one of the victim's body, and their magic spiked, but they're not sure what caused it."

"Which is where you come in," Dean said in understanding.

"Yes, unfortunately it means I'm going to have to complete twenty magical autopsies," she rubbed at her temples. "I can already feel the headache beginning to form," she groaned.

"Where are we headed?"

"Bloomington, Illinois," she replied.

"That's what? Three hundred miles?" Dean asked Sam.

Sam sighed. "Considering we're in Cincinnati, Indiana, I'd say it's about that, maybe a few miles less. Well, at least it's not too long a drive; we should be able to make it there for not long after lunch."

"Great, so we'll eat breakfast, get packed and then we're off."

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"Do you know what it is yet?" Dean asked, peering over her shoulder and watching the many differently shaped and coloured lights dancing about as they hovered over the body of one of the victims.

They'd broken into the morgue again and with the help of Hermione's magic they'd done so without anyone even realising they were there. Sam was stood by the door, his eyes swerving between being the look out and watching what Hermione was doing, both brothers not admitting it, but they were curious about a magical autopsy, not realising they were done differently to muggle autopsies.

"I think so, I've only examined four bodies but the results have all been conclusive and I don't doubt they'd all be the same should I finish autopsying the rest of the bodies," she sighed.

"Well that's good because the coroner's coming back," Sam spoke.

Hermione quickly grabbed Dean's hand and Sam's arm when he was in reach and she spun on her heel, apparating them out of the room, just as the door opened.

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"What did you find?" Sam asked, stepping into his motel room and moving over to his laptop, his intention to start doing some digging on the victims whilst Dean and Hermione followed him in.