Loosing Your Humanity Piece By Piece

Our World Turns Upside-down

John Winchesters' life hasn't been normal in a long time. But this entire situation is the furthest from normal he has ever been. 

This entire fiasco started about two weeks ago after John had finished hunting a particularly powerful witch.

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John was flung into the wall with a force so powerful that I knocked all the breath from his lungs on impact. The female witch he was fighting was far stronger than he had anticipated.

The witch, Anna, smiled as she stalked closer and closer to her victim, smiling a toothy grin as she did.

"Well, well, well. I finally caught the infamous John Winchester. You've created quite the name for yourself amongst the witching community, haven't you? Ever since you killed the most powerful coven in the entire world with the help of your sons, you've been the talk of the town." Anna's smile widened as the hunter struggled uselessly against the invisible bonds holding him to the wall.

"Nice to be recognized for all my hard work for once." John spat, trying to reach into his jacket pocket for his knife.

Anna smiled and stalked closer, tossing a hex bag from hand to hand as she did. "What should I use to punish you, hmm? Maybe a cancer hex, amplified a bit so I can watch your body die bit by bit in an hour. Or, perhaps I should use a mind control hex. Make you walk home to your family and friends all normal like, and then have you watch as your own hands slaughter the people you love." Anna watched the man's reaction to everything she said, seeing what had the most impact on him. She bounced on the balls of her feet gleefully when she saw the reaction he had to her mentioning his family.

"Ooh, I have an idea!" Anna cackled as a plan formed in her head. She clapped her hands in glee as she mentally prepared a spell. "How about I curse your youngest son?"

Upon hearing the witches' words, John's heart seemed to freeze in his chest, and he struggled to reach his knife with a new vigor.

Anna mentally patted herself on the back for her brilliant work, and watched the man struggle with a great sense of pride in her work. "Oh, I know how much of a research nut the boy is. If you lose him as an assist you'll barely be able to do any research yourself! The only question left is what should I use on him? Should I turn him into an animal? Or maybe I should turn him into one of us? A witch you'd have to kill. Hmm... that would be fun, but I think I have the perfect spell for you and your son."

Anna turned her back on the hunter, smile dropping as she did so. The spell for this would require a lot of witches' blood. Not just any witches' blood though. The blood of the caster, and a ton of it. Like, enough that she would need to die to enact the spell. As she gathered ingredients, she mentally considered what to do. If she let the hunter go, the Grand Coven would have her head, and that would not be a pleasant experience. Not to mention if she let the man go easily, he would hunt her down again and kill her in the worst way possible. There was only one solution to this. Anna would die at the hands of John Winchester.

The plan was simple. Anna would set up the spell and recite the chant, but let the bonds on the hunter slip off, giving him enough to run at her and kill her. She knew the only weapon he had left was a knife in his leather jacket pocket because she had destroyed his gun as he had shot at her. She would be another victim of the infamous hunter, but she would also be a valuable asset to others of her kind. Cursing the youngest Winchester would clear the world of another powerful hunter and show the covens John Winchester's weakness. Perfect.

Anna strolled along the entire length of her suburban house, collecting all the ingredients needed for this curse. She hummed to herself, trying to distract herself from the fear of death. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to die. The world has gone to crap anyway, and witches have become fewer and fewer in number. Plus, she'd be seen as a hero to all of witch-kind. Exploiting another hunters' weakness? That was great stuff. Something to be admired for.

Anna let a small smile grace her features, accepting her incoming death.

She set up the alter carefully, and set all the ingredients up as planned. She poured everything into her ceremonial bowl, and began the chant, loosening her grip on the hunter as if she was losing concentration on the task. She felt it in her mind when John grabbed the knife out of his pocket, and slowly slid down the wall. Anna kept her back to him, trying to look oblivious to the action.

As the hunter stalked closer, Anna began the chant. The spell was actually a quick one to do, considering the difficulty level of it. When the spell cast was ready to receive her blood, Anna raised her hands to the sky as if to continue the spell. She felt the hunter run forwards in her mind, and closed her eyes, smiling to herself as her plan unfolded perfectly before her. She didn't really feel the knife as it plunged into the back of her neck, and she fell forwards into the bowl, watching the bowl fill up with her blood. Anna smiled and whispered the final closing words of the spell.

Anna closed her eyes, letting her eyes drift closed for the final time.

John let out a small grunt as her plunged his knife into the offending witches' neck, watching as she bled out into her bowl. Ugh. John has always hated witches. Easy to kill most of the time, but always with the spells and curses and the hex bags. It got tiring and repetitive after a while. Plus, always with the body fluids everywhere. Mostly for spells, but still. Gross.

John gathered the witches' body in his arms and headed out into the night, digging a hole as rain sprinkled down around him. He didn't think she had the chance to finish her spell, and let out a small breath of relief. He didn't need his boys getting hurt on a hunt they weren't even on.

John had only just finished burying the body out back when his phone vibrated in his pocket, Bobby's name popping up as he glanced at the caller ID.

"Hello?" john grunted into the phone, stuffing his shovel into his trunk as he answered.

"John, you need to get back to the house immediately." Bobby nearly yelled. John immediately straightened up, noting the urgency in the other hunter's voice.

"What happened?" John asked, slamming the trunk closed and rushing to the driver's seat of the Impala.

"Just get back here, and quick. You need to see this for yourself." John heard the click signaling the end of the call, and stepped on the gas. There's no way this could be good.