Late Night Hunting

Chapter 12: Which Witch is Which?

(The fourth wall has been shattered :P Also, I got the definition from the Supernatural Wiki: *The term "Natural" is commonly used to define any person who has obtained their power from biological development. Not much is known about these witches apart from the fact that they are known to have been born with a natural affinity to the supernatural powers of the universe. According to the witch Rowena, these witches are very rare and make up for less than half of the witchcraft community.)  

Cas looked at Dean with a huge, pleasantly surprised smile plastered all over his face. "That's one of my absolute favorites!" He said excitedly, then adding "Have you ever seen it?" Dean shook his head, laughing, then said "Of course I have, you idiot. Why else would I say that we should watch it?" Cas mockingly made a pouting face and said in a small, almost childlike voice, "That's not very nice Dean." Dean looked at him with a faint smile on his face, then said "Y'know, I could really go for some Lucky Charms right now. I'm gonna go grab some, be right back." Cas rolled his eyes, calling after him, "Dean, it's 4PM! Are you nuts!?" Dean yelled playfully over his shoulder "No, I'm just hungry! So shut your trap and find the movie!" Cas sighed, grabbing the remote and scrolling through the movie channels. "It's not on any of the movie channels!" He called into the kitchen, smelling and hearing the sounds of popping popcorn and the deliciously buttery smell that wafted through the small doorway. It smelled so close Cas could taste the salt and butter in his mouth. "No, you dumbass! Go on Netflix!" Dean shouted back, a grin on his face. Cas just shook his head and found the app on the television. This may be a crappy motel but it sure has benefits, thought Cas. He couldn't find it in the horror movie section, so he searched and found two different movies: the original, and the 2000's remake. Just as he was about to call for Dean, he sauntered in carrying a large bowl of popcorn and a bowl of Lucky Charms for himself. "Do the newer version. If I were gay or not a guy, I'd TOTALLY wanna date that Jensen Ackles guy." Dean said enthusiastically. Cas just laughed and said "You'd be the ugliest girl ever!" Dean looked up in mock hurt and said "Would not!"  Cas rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say." Dean glared playfully at him. "Oh, just shut up and start the movie already." he grumbled. Cas just shook his head and hit play. They watched the entire movie, pausing it twice so that Dean could make another batch of popcorn, as they'd eaten the other bowl in the first hour of the movie, and so that Cas could have some cereal. Cas hadn't realized before, but he'd completely forgotten about being sick, and now he felt as though he hadn't ever felt bad in the first place. After the movie had finished, Dean put Pandora on the Classic Rock station and started to research hell hounds, curses, and various counter curses on the Internet while Cas was lying on the floor, searching through all of the books they had, looking for all that he could find on Angels and the lore that went with them. Dean didn't know this of course. He thought Cas was searching for legends on prophetic dreams and the names and info on prophets themselves. Then a thought occurred to him. "Hey, Dean?" he said, hatching an idea in his mind. "Yeah?" Dean looked up from his "work". (Cas suspected that he was actually on the Playboy website instead of doing actual research) "What's the most powerful level of witch you've ever come across?" Dean furrowed his eyebrows for a moment, deep in thought, before replying, "Probably a *Natural. Why do you ask?" Cas considered his answer, then replied "I have a theory. Probably not a very good one, but still. Have you ever heard of a witch by the name of Rowena?" When Cas said this, Dean instantly stiffened up. "Yes. I know her, all too well. She tried to overthrow Crowley a few months back. Do you think she might have a hand in this?" he asked, the gears in his brain working overtime to figure out where Cas was going with this. "Actually, I do. I think that Crowley could've gotten a hex bag that causes sickness and illusions from Rowena, then put it in your coffee, which I drank because I thought it was mine at the time, when you were helping me in the bathroom hallway back at the diner." Cas said, feeling slightly stupid for not realizing that the King Of Hell was bound to try and pull a fast one with the whole "I've gotta go, my mother's on the phone" scheme. Dean thought for a minute, mulling over all that Cas had implied, when it dawned on him that this was the only way it could've happened.  "Cas, you're a genius!" he said, sauntering over and hugging him tightly. Cas stiffened for a moment, then relaxed into Dean. "Now, let's go gank ourselves some demon ass!"