The Impala rolled to a stop on a classic subdivision street. Trees lined the side walks, and every house had a garden in the front. Sam and Dean were only interested in one house though, the one directly across from them.
"So, we know she's a witch, but we don't know what she's been up to?" Dean asked, still confused as to what they were doing there.
"She's a friend of Garth's, gives him info on witches when he needs it, and she hasn't been responding to him lately. He heard we were in town and asked that we stop and make sure she's ok."
"But she's a witch?"
"yes, she's a witch. A nice one." Sam rolled his eyes at his brother.
"No such thing Sammy. No such thing." He climbed from the car and strode across the street and on up the steps. As he walked though the garden he ran his fingers over the petals, not giving any of the flowers a second glance.
Sam was too distracted looking at all the bright flowers to notice his brothers actions. He quickly became aware that her garden was more lethal than pretty. Jumping up the steps he hoped that she hadn't been using any of them in spells recently.
Dean knock hard on the door, and after a moment of no answer shrugged and tried the knob. It turned in his hand and the door swung open. Walking in a bit warily, Dean glanced around, surprised to see that everything seamed to be normal. No bunnies hanging from the ceiling or and weird stuff like that.
The brothers made their way through the entire main floor and saw no one. Just as they were going to head up the stairs a door across the hall flew open with a bang and a petite woman came spilling out, a billow of smoke following her. She coughed a deep lung racking cough, the smoke clearly having made it's way to her lungs. Sam jumped forward and scoped the girl into his arms, carrying her from the house, Dean close behind, gun drawn.
"What were you doing in there? Did the witch capture you? I told you there was no such thing as a good witch Sammy-"
"I wasn't captured." The woman interrupted Dean's rant, voice hoarse from the mystery smoke. "The name's Y/n. What can I do for you boys?"
"Y/n? Y/n Y/l/n/?" Sammy asked, mouth hanging open.
"Yeah, that's me!" She headed into her garden, picking a flower or leaf here and there. "What are you fine men doing here? Need a healing herb? Love potion?"
"Do I look like I need a love potion, lady?" Dean followed Y/n around, reaching out to touch a pink petal.
"Don't touch that!" She yelled, slapping his wrist. "It's poisonous."
"Oh well, then we have a problem."
"Dean, what did you do?" Sam tore his eyes off of the beautiful pixie like being to look at his brother.
"I may have brush against some of them when we first walked up to the house." Dean at least had the decency to look sheepish.
"Which ones?!" Y/n's voice had risen to a high panicked pitch.
"The purple ones right next to the walk way, am I gonna die?" Dean was starting to panic.
"Just the petals? Not the leaves?"
"Not the leaves."
"Thank god! You'll be okay." She gave him a dazzling smile, but he was still to scared to notice. Sam however noticed everything about her. The way that dimples showed up when she smiled, or how her eyes sparkled in the sunlight. How the tassels on her white shorts swung back and forth, and her shirt exposed her shoulder when she pulled the long sleeve down to cover her hand so that she could grab one of the little fuzzy leaves that had almost killed Dean. She turned and walked into her house, opening up the windows to clear out the still fogy air. Sam clapped Dean on the back and walked right past him to follow Y/n.
"So, Garth sent us-" He started but was stopped by Y/n.
"Oh my goodness! Garth!" She bolted from the room, returning moments later with a phone tucked against her ear with her shoulder. "Garth! Hi! Sorry I forgot my phone in the back room and have been in the basement... What do you mean it's been four days?... How long was I down there?... Okay, yeah... Next time I'll tell you... Bye Garth."
"So, you and Garth, you a thing?" Sam felt his heart drop a bit at the thought. Which was crazy. He had just met her after all.
"No." She smiled like it wasn't a weird question. "We're blood siblings. He came by to kill me, I saved his life, some blood transferred over at some point in the hospital. He decided that I needed to be protected."
"Crazy story, but some how I'm not surprised. I mean, Garth was involved." Sam watched Y/n as she scurried around the house's kitchen, pilling up bowls and plates. She dumped the flowers she had gathered into them and headed down the stairs with the tower of chinaware leaning precariously to one side. He followed her, wondering where Dean was only for half a moment before he was distracted by the world that existed in Y/n's basement. Tables and counters were covered in beakers and burners, it looked like the lair of a mad scientist, not a witch.
"What is it that you do, exactly?" He asked.
"I combine science with magic to make non-lethal potions and spells." She ground some of the leaf up and poured the past it created into a boiling pot of water.
"So what are you making now?" Sam leaned over and got a deep whiff of the brew. He had expected herby and sickly sweet, but didn't smell anything at all.
"Um, I was trying to make a cold remedy that works in under five minutes, but it kinda exploded." She did that little half laugh, the kind that starts and finishes in the same breath. "So I'm now continuing that experiment, but with added Jade powder and Jasmine oil, to tame down some of the other explosive ingredients. The only problem is I don't now how much to add, as if I add too much, the original ingredients wont do a thing to the cold." With a flick of her wrist two small drops fell into the pot, and smoke immediately began to spill from inside.
Her cry of "Run!" was unheard due to the bang that echoed off the concrete walls. Sam took the steps two at a time, shoving Y/n ahead of him. They made it out side and immediately fell into a fit of laughter.
"If you too are done playing genius, I'd like to leave now Sammy." Dean stomped his feat like an impatient bull and stalked towards the Impala.
"Yeah, he's right, we should go now that we know you're okay. There's a case state over that needs are attention." Sam motioned after his brother but was reluctant to leave just yet.
"Oh! You're hunters! That makes since, you know as you know Garth." Y/n ran her hand through her hair and offered him a tired smile that somehow seemed genuine.
"You are okay, right?"
"Just peachy. If you boys ever need any information, call me. Garth has my number."
"Will do. See you around, maybe." Hopefully. Sam knew he would be calling her soon, but not for info on a case, but more likely on her.
