The Trip; A Supernatural Story

The Trip; Chapter 11

"This thing is a, witch."

"Pardon?" I asked shocked.

"A witch, like casting spells on people kind of witch."

"Oh yeah. So what makes it a witch?"

"They usually go for the people that have problems with themselves. So in this case it's the Johnson's that have a problem."

"Alright so let's head out!" I yelled excited, which scared me, this was my first hunt and I was nervous.

We pack into the Impala and head over to Chuck's house.

I rang the doorbell forcefully and waited, eager to talk to him. Then the door opened, Sam wasn't wrong he was an alcoholic.

He had a full grown beard, smelt like alcohol, was dressed in a robe, and he seemed very depressed.

"Hello, Mr. Johnson, how are you again?" Sam gave him a fake smile.

"Just peachy , but please come in," He opened the door more so we could pass through.

His house was filled with vodka, beer, and more. It was trashed.

"So did you find anything yet?" He asked.

"I'm not sure if I can tell you that, but we just have a few questions to ask you," He gestures us to sit on the couch. "Did you happen to tell anyone about any family business?"

"Actually yes, I told my friend about my wife's and my troubles in the relationship. He had gave me this persons number so I gave her a call and she said she would handle it."

"Now can you tell us the name of this?" I asked.

"Chris, Chris Murphy."

"Thank you for your time," Cas said as we stood up and walked out of his house. "Do we really believe this?"

"It's the only lead we have, Cas, now let's just leave." Sam responded.

~*~

We arrived at Chris' work, a tea place. Just to ask him a few questions.

"Hello guys, may I help you with something?" The worker came over to us and asked. I studied him for a minute. Her shirt said Chris on it so I'm guessing this is our girl.

"Um," Sam tried to make something up, then put his arm over my shoulder. "My girlfriend and I, we're having some problems, we heard from one of our friends that you can help us fix that. Right?"

"Yes I can, right this way," Chris led us to the back of the store to where she keeps all her potions and herbs. "Ahh here we go." She pulls down a pink bottle and hands it to Sam.

"Thank you Chris," Then we turned our back on her and walk out to the front where we met up with Cas.  "Anything?" Sam asked.

"There's some books in the back for spells and witchcraft. Then there's a locked room." He answered.

"Alright let's get out of here for now and come back when it's closed." I whispered to them, while escaping Sam's arm that was still around me and heading to the Impala.