Dance

Which Witch?

"Dean, how will we ever find a witch near Halloween?", Sam asked looking up from his laptop. "I don't know Sammy. Call Bobby?", Dean suggested. "Dean you know that's not an option.", Sam reminded Dean that the old hunter was out on a hunt of his own, one much more dangerous. "Damn it Sam, I don't know!", Dean whined. He reached over and pushed a knob and turned up a rock song. Sam reached over and pushed the button and turned the radio off. "Look Sam we're almost there, maybe we can find something there.", Dean said flatly, turning the radio back on. Sam looked at him with an annoyed look, chuckled, and looked the other way. The two brothers were on their way to a small town in Virginia. A very worried Chuck had told the boys to go there and solve a witch problem. Unfortunately, it was close to Halloween and the small town that the witch resided in was famous for their 'Little Miss Witch' national contest. The brothers knew it was bound to be a struggle to find and kill a witch near Halloween when so many could be confirmed a suspect. Sam and Dean were also questioning Chuck's reasons of sending them to a case, and Sam suspected that the Lord had told him it was a vital part of his story for them. Dean, of course, thought it a crazy idea.

"So, this little burg is it. This, is VanesVille.", Dean said with sarcasm dripping from the tone of his voice. "Quaint...", Sam replied and Dean smiled. The brothers are known to joke at the oddest of times. Dean had pulled up in the parking lot of the first motel he had seen. They walked gingerly towards what looked to be the main office. When they entered it seemed like they had stepped through a portal to Halloween central. "Oh great...", Dean sighed with a scowl, and Sam nodded in agreement. Then out of nowhere, a lady dressed up in a black witch's costume came up to the desk and gave them a wide grin. Dean sighed again and Sam almost broke out in happy tears at his brother's annoyance with the theme. "One king?", the lady asked. "Oh no! No... Two singles.", Sam quickly said. "Sorry boys, we've only got one room left and it's a king. Take it or leave darlings!", she chuckled. The boys both sighed with a great amount of annoyance, as the lady waited for their reply. "Are there anymore motel around here?", Dean asked with a bit of hopefulness. "Nope, sorry. I'm the only one round for miles darlings. Everyone is here for Hallow-fest, don't ya know.", she told them. Sam and Dean exchanged glances and Dean handed the lady a fake credit card. "Thank you darlings. Room is 50.", she said and gave Dean the card back.

When they unlocked the room, Dean was relieved it wasn't clad with Halloween themed decor like the rest of the motel. Sam flopped down on the bed, and stared up at the ceiling. "Really Sam?" Dean asked, raising his brows. "Yes Dean. If you want me to find out more about this witch, I'm going to need more sleep.", Sam replied, rolling on his side to face Dean. "Bitch."  "Jerk."

"So Sammy, you got a lead on which witch is the real witch?", Dean asked. "Well, yes. While you were sitting on your dumb-ass I found that a girl named Emily Trin may be our witch.", Sam said with a smile showing his satisfaction with the accomplishment. "Good, so where will we be going to roast and toast this lady?", Dean asked, downing a shot of whiskey. "Emily lives on a small farm outside the town. There'd be a 5 mile drive to the property, and there's no phone service.", Sam smiled. "Just great...", Dean said and stared at the bottle of whiskey.

"This the place?", Dean asked his brother, that was currently eyeing a blueprint of the property that Emily owned. "Um, yeah. And I'd think she performs her spells in the basement or that barn there.", Sam pointed out, and Dean followed his finger to a big old barn with one light shining in the attic window. "I'd bet barn.", Dean said while stepping out of the Impala and strutting around to the rear of the car. Sam followed and Dean passed Sam a flashlight, and a steak. "Old fashioned way?", Dean asked. "Well sure, if you want to get up close and personal with her.", Sam said. "Alright then, steak it is not.", Dean replied with annoyance, grabbing the steak from Sam and replacing it with a pistol. "Better?", Dean asked with his brows raised. "Yes, better Dean.", Sam smiled fakely. Dena huffed. "Just get a move on, Samsquatch.", Dean joked.

As the boys approached the barn, a shadowy figure flicked away from the window and disappeared into the darkness. Sam and Dean hadn't noticed, unfortunately. "Hey Sam, if we were after Ruby would you have agreed with using a steak?", Dean teased. "Shut the fuck up.", Sam shot back ferociously, to Dean's surprise. "Jeez, I was just...", Dean was interrupted by a running shadow in the dark. "Sam?", Dean called, realizing that Sam had disappeared from his position in front of him. "Oh god-damn!", Dena said quietly. He rushed in the darkness, staying in the shadows while inspecting everything. He had to find his little brother. He stumbled into a room, where bookshelves lined the old wooden walls. Different books of spells, and supernatural information. There was also a table, and on it rested a magic wand. "What the hell?", Dean picked it up and inspected it's skinny form and placed it back where it had been. He continued forward and came to another room, where an alter stood. "Oh shit.", Dean swore when he spotted a bowl filled with blood. "Demon worship?", Dean coughed. "Why the hell would a witch need to contact Crowley?",  Dean thought. Bypassing a small amount of assorted herbs, he started to hear a faint noise of voices. He slowed, and placed his feet on the sturdiest places of the floor. "Hunters? Why here? All I do is murder a few kids around the time of Halloween, but I need to do it! I'm a witch, and I've got standards too.", Dean heard Emily's voice reminating from the attic. "It's wrong, and humans aren't supposed to know these horrible practices.", Sam shot a weak attempt of brave words against her. "Ha, really? I was brought up with it, it's in my blood.", she smiled slyly. "Well, demon worship isn't, unless your possessed.", Dean intercepted. "Who?", Emily had barely enough time to dodge the flying bullet. "Another one?", she asked no-one in particular. Emily started reciting a spell, but Sam had managed to untie his boundings and give Emily a hard blow to the back of her skull with a wrench. "Ugg!", Emily whined as she fell to the floor, a hand holding the back of her head.  She was now focused on the younger Winchester. Emily started reciting a spell, and it immediately started effecting Sam. A bright spark flew into existence, and started circling Sam. It swirled around him, and as Dean tried to shoot at Emily, the bullet melted when it hit her skin. A bright fire not encased Sam, and he was lifted off his feet. Then, everything went black for Sam...