A Hunters Heart

Wait. For. It.......

THREE CHAPTERS!!! WOOHOO😎🙌😆😆
CAN YOU FRIGGIN BELIEVE IT?! NOTHING FOR 4 MONTHS AND NOW IM BACK KINDA LIKE DEAN IN HELL!!! YEAH SORRY I WENT THERE DONT HURT ME PLEASE😮🙈🙊🙉

"Cas! Go up to the pod and call if there's any change. I'll chase her down and burn the bitch!" Dean yelled as he turned a corner that lead to an alley behind the hospital.
Dean and Cas had been working all day. They went to Patient 0's home, but left without finding anything. Though, Dean didn't look very carefully. He had forgotten the fact that the family hunted animals, so there was an awful lot of taxidermy staring at him. Luckily, Cas volunteered to swipe the place while Dean "questioned the family". Once finished, the angel reported nothing out of the ordinary in the house.
In fact, Castiel was more than a little bit helpful as he had put together most of the clues that lead to their conclusion. The fact that all the victims had been effected while already in the hospital was a biggie. That one should have been obvious right away, but Dean excused himself as he was thinking of other things. The one that really stood out was that they had all, at some point, been seen by the same doctor. The one and the only...
"Dr. McCall, you've made a mistake!" Dean said with his gun pointed. Apparently, Melissa McCall didn't know the layout of the hospitals surrounding areas very well. She had run herself into a dead end, "Nowhere to go."
Melissa's hands went up, "Wha- What do you want?", she asked, raising her hands, "Money? I have a few dollar bills in my pocket! I left my wallet in my purse in the hospital. I can go get it if you want! I won't tell anyone, I swear, not even my own son!"
Dean squinted. This was not what he was expecting from a witch. "Why did you paralyze all those people? What did they ever do to you?"
"What!?" the doctor exclaimed, lowering her hands just a bit, "What do you mean? We've run every test in the book and still don't know how they got that way! Why do you think I did it?"
Dean held lowered his gun just enough to speak to her, "Nice act, Salem Sister, but you're not fooling me. All the vics had already met with you. How do you explain that?"
She lowered her hands even further, bring them to her sides, but still out so that the "Agent" could see them, "Oh. I thought that was a coincidence," her gaze fell towards the ground, as if searching for answers there. With that, Dean lowered his gun, realizing that this isn't their witch.
"What do you mean?" He asked, walking forward and tucking his gun into his belt.
"I didn't even notice at first, but then I caught one of the patients, a woman in her late 20's, talking to a janitor and realized that she had already met the team."
"Team?"
"Well, yeah," she continued, still wary of the man before her, "Obviously," she gestured to the construction behind Dean, "They've been renovating some of the older parts of the hospital. I used to work with a small team of nurses and other staff in a pod in the East wing, A3B, but we all got transferred over here," she gestured to one of the walls surrounding her, "we got some new members and have been working in C7B ever since."
"Okay, so, if you didn't do this... Wait! Who was the janitor the lady was talking to?"
"Um, Maria, I think."
"Is she working right now?" Dean's voice was getting louder. Dr. McCall stopped to think, but Dean pressed on, "IS SHE WORKING RIGHT NOW?!?" He screamed.
"Yeah! I saw her not 15 minutes ago, cleaning out the rooms, why?"
Dean looked towards the hospital building, hoping all hope this didn't mean what he thought it meant, "Cas..." Dean mumbled and raced towards his angel, not knowing what awaited Cas in C7B.

Dean didn't know what he was expecting to be waiting for him in C7B, but what he found was hard to comprehend. Normalcy. Everything was calm. There was the normal hospital sounds, beeping of machines, chatting of voices, rolling of carts, but nothing beyond that. No screams, cries for help, or signs of demolition. It was all... standard.
A nurse spoke up, "Oh, Agent, Hetfield, was it? Your partner came by a few minutes ago and-" Dean rushed to the woman, leaning in as far as possible over the counter that separated them.
"Where is he?!" Dean shouted, surprised by the power he had put behind his words. Surprised by how desperate he was for Castiel to be okay. Again, the hunter found one of his hands protectively reaching for his pocket.
"He- He said to tell you that he was going to interview the janitor! They went down that hall!" the nurse pointed, obviously feeling threatened. Without second thought, Dean raced down the hallway, only to find no angel and a dead end that lead directly to the janitorial closet.
Dean was thankful that the door was already ajar because kicking it in would create a scene. He peeked into the room without opening the door first, he could see the back of Maria's head, and Castiel, who was pinned to the wall to the left of the door by an invisible force.
"...hunters..." she was saying, "Whether supernatural or not, you're all devils in disguise."
When Cas saw Dean, his eyes pleaded and Dean instinctively started looking for a plan. He pushed the door open a bit more, but the witch didn't notice because she was mid-rant.
"Do you know how good I've been? Eh? 384 years! I hadn't hurt so much as a fly since 1631. That's a good streak!..."
Dean could now see shelves and shelves of cleaning fluid on the far wall, and formulated a plan.
The witch continued, "Then, they took him from me..."
"Who?" Cas's voice rang out.
"My sweet Petey."
"Petey?"
The sound of the name coming from Castiel's lips enraged the witch, causing her to tighten his invisible bonds, "My familiar! He was my best friend, yet he was torn away from me. Those damn imbeciles dare to call themselves hunters when they mistook my gentle Petey for a stalking deer!"
Dean locked eyes with Cas and pointed to the wall of shelves and cleaning supplies, instructing Castiel to knock over whatever he could. The angel tried to move from the wall, but he couldn't, so he devised his own plan.
"When I found Petey, he had shifted from his Great Dane form back to himself. He could not move his feet and, slowly, his entire body became paralyzed. That's when I took out the old couple. It felt even better than I remembered. I had to do it again! I couldn't help mysel-"
Ptew!
Everything stopped as they all registered what had just happened. Dean couldn't believe it. Castiel had actually spit on this bitch. Mid-tirade!
The witch slowly brought her hand to her face and wiped the saliva off her cheek. As her face reddened, she screamed and threw the angel against the wall of shelves, effectively spilling a few buckets of cleaning supplies.
Dean knocked the door down loudly, getting the attention of the witch and freeing Castiel. Within moments, Castiel made a run for the door, shoving the witch along the way, Dean's lighter was flaming, and the cleaning supplies was making good fuel for fire. Dean closed the door the second Castiel made it out, refusing to open it, even when the witch screamed and banged on it. Once the witch fell silent and the smell grew too strong, Castiel tapped on Dean's back and showed him the fire extinguisher he had found. Dean nodded and opened the door. The fire was out, the witch was dead, and the only remnants of fire appeared on the charred clothing of the hunters.

After the fire department cleared the building, the "Federal Agents" were allowed inside to "Investigate further into the explosion". Once they jumped through all the hoops, they easily found the witch's hex bag stash. Gathering them all into their pockets, Dean and Castiel found one that had a witch's dime in it.
They returned to the motel a few hours later. The hunters found it difficult to deal with the clean-up. Even Dean, who was an expert at talking his way out of situations, had a hard time coming up with an explanation. Castiel eventually used a bit of his mojo to convince the police it was a workplace mishap and did not, in any way, correlate with all the patients gaining back their motor skills.
The second they entered the motel room, Dean headed straight to the shower, throwing his fed jacket on the ground at the foot of the cleaner of the two beds. Castiel began to say something when Dean interrupted, "Choose a bed. I don't care."
Castiel gave his very own bitch-face to the bathroom door as he heard the shower running and Dean getting inside. Filthy. Can't even clean up after himself. Castiel thought. He bent down to retrieve Dean's jacket, but heard a small thud on the ground. The angel was, at first, perplexed as to what he was seeing, but then it became clear. Castiel was now looking down at a small velvet box that had fallen out of Dean's jacket pocket.