My Grievous Fault (Destiel)

Ch 6: A Curse on your House

"So Sammy, we're going to leave Cas alone here because he needs to rest and I'm pretty sure we can handle it by ourselves."

"I'm not so sure Dean. If something happens to Cas it would be best if he was with us. I'll wake him up if you want."

Sam went to wake up Castiel and their day began.

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Sam, Dean and Castiel held up their FBI badges as they stood in the morgue at Hibbing.

"I'm agent Rose, this is agent Cooper and this is agent Osbourne. We're here to see the bodies of the deceased." They put their badges away and the woman at the desk led them into the morgue where they all donned scrubs before taking a look at the bodies.

"Would you mind explaining what the autopsy said." Asked Castiel politely as the sheet was pulled back from the deceased person, a man by the name of Marco Bott.

"Well gentlemen, the victims did indeed dance themselves to death. The soles of their feet were completely ripped away and all you can see is the bones. There was no poison or alcohol in their bloodstreams but they all seemed to have taken a pill by the looks of it. I found the casing if you want to take a gander at it as it didn't disintegrate which is quite strange if you want my opinion."

The woman continued to explain things to Sam as Dean and Castiel began to examine the pill casing. When Cas noticed a strange discolouration in the pill, they put it under a microscope and they didn't like what they found. A hexing symbol was carved into the white plastic. Sam finished up with the woman beside him and all three of them left together. Once they were in the impala, Dean explained their findings.

"Let me start of by saying we're  hunting a witch and let me finish by saying that I know exactly who that witch is. Don't ask why because I'd rather not explain it to you but we'll find her and gank her."

"You seem chipper Dean," said Castiel. "I thought that you hated witches."

"I do Cas. They're always spreading their bodily fluids around and frankly it's unsanitary but enough about that, her house is just up the road." With that the impala sped up the road and turned to the left down a cobblestone driveway that led into the woods.

Sam sighed and sarcastically he said, "Of course the witch lives in the woods because witches can't live in a fricking apartment." They grabbed their weapons and headed to the door. The door opened with an ominous creak and they entered into the dark house, plunging themselves into unknown danger.

Suddenly, the lights came on and they found themselves at the bottom f a lavish staircase. A mysterious woman descended the stairs, dressed in a shimmering blue gown, diamonds and pearls glinting at her ears and her throat. Her voice was a rich, sultry voice and she smiled when she saw who she had caught in her little trap.

"Well if it isn't Dean Winchester, the Hunter. Who is this that you brought with you? Could it be your brother and your angel friend?" She stood at the bottom of the stairs and Dean glared at her while Sam and Castiel stared at Dean with confusion.

"Hello, Dahlia. Long time no see. Obviously we are here about you murdering those five people by giving them dancing pills. Would you like to explain yourself before we run you through with our knives and guns?"

"Well Precious," cooed Dahlia, "Those people were not faithful to their partners and they slept around. It disgusts me to see that happen to anyone. Notice how all the victims were men, well women don't deserve to be punished if they find out a man only has a one night stand with them or that they are just another girlfriend of many. In many aspects the victims were like you are Dean. They get drunk, they meet a chick, they hook up and then they just dump them. I certainly know what it's like." She spat in Dean's general direction and Sam looked at Dean with exasperated shock.

"Why am I not surprised that my brother slept with a witch. You seriously couldn't keep it in your pants could you."

"Don't patronize me Sammy!" Dean yelled as he turned back to the witch.

"I'm tired of Witches thinking that they own everyone and that exacting their vengeance is ok." With that Sam, Dean and Cas charged at her.

She snapped her fingers and a smoky phantom of a three headed dog attacked Castiel, knocking him off of his feet and onto the floor. As he wrestled with the phantom, Sam and Dean directly attacked Dahlia. Dean attempted to shoot her with a bullet filled with hemlock, hemlock surprisingly killed witches. He missed her and she smirked.

"Are you too chicken to kill me or are you thinking of the hot, passionate sex we had? Either way you lose."

She charged Dean and Dean smirked.

"I guess you forgot there was two of us." With that, Dahlia stopped dead in her tracks and sunk to her knees, a knife jutting out of her stomach. She then tumbled to the floor, bloody hands clawing at the knife in her stomach. As she lay dying, she uttered a curse and said,

"A curse on you with my dying breath Dean Winchester. Let you be a bride, blushing and swelling at the bosom. Let you be a woman filled with pure innocence. Let you remain as as a picture of lustful beauty until your heart of stone has cracked and fallen to pieces. Only then shall you be returned to your state. Let the world bare its fangs to you, lest you fall victim to its poison." With that she died and Dean collapsed onto the floor. The phantom dissipated and Castiel held his bloody and bitten arm.

They staggered out to the impala, Dean bearing on them like dead weight. Sam and Castiel drove away from the house and were on their way to the bunker.

Why had the witch cast a curse on Dean?

What would happen to Dean?