Stories to Awaken Terror

Part 1 of the End

It was a normal town, much to your surprise. No hanging tree as it came into sight. No old creepy mansions, no obvious signs that there was an evil witch in it's depths. A small, two block main street held the normal stores. A small mall was off to the right, a candle making factory at the edge of town.

An old fashioned diner was placed next to the town's main hotel, much to Dean's delight. "I bet it has amazing pies!" He exclaimed as he pulled up to the hotel, licking his lips in anticipation.

"Dean, we might not have time for pie," you started to say as the four of you climbed out of the car, stretching sore muscles that had been cramped up for too long.

"There's always time for pie!" Dean argued as Sam went in to get a hotel room.

"Dean, I agree with Y/N," Cas spoke up. "I could immediately feel the evil energy filling this entire town. She has poisoned it, and if we don't do something quick, it won't be just the book that we have to worry about."

Dean frowned, looking longingly at the diner's flashing neon pie, and for a moment you wondered if he was going to ignore everyone's warning to indulge his sweet tooth. "Afterwards," he promised himself just as Sam came out with a room key.

"So I think we have a problem," Sam spoke up. "I think the witch knows we're here."

"Of course she does. She's the most powerful witch I've ever come in contact with."

"Both of the owners are dead," Sam continued on. "Their faces blotchy and red, claw marks at their necks. No sign of strangulation though."

"We're still going to stay here?" You asked.

"There's no one else. And I don't plan on spending much time here, but we do need a homebase."

Sticking close to Dean, you made your way into the small hotel room. Two double beds were against one wall, covered with a gaudy red velvet cover. A red leather couch, ripped in more places than you could count was near the window, and the flickering light in the bathroom showed it wasn't in much better shape.

Ignoring the room, Sam sat down at the small table, opening his laptop. "We need to figure out where this witch is working from."

"I think that will be easy. With this much power, the plant life around her house will be shriveled up," Cas spoke up, standing by the window.

"She'll have to have a trap set up," you muttered, perching on the edge of the bed, wondering if it was going to fold in on you. "How do we know that she's not already coming after us?"

"I think she is," Cas said as he peered out the window. "I think you guys need to see this."

With those ominous words Sam and Dean both joined Cas at the window. You stayed behind, not wanting to see exactly how screwed you already were.

"Damn it," Dean sighed as he stared at the window. "They're spelled, aren't they?"

"I'm afraid so. I just don't know what they're going to do. If they're keeping watch, or if they'll actually come after us."

You finally gave in, moving to stand next to Dean who wrapped his arm around your waist. You could see the children, over a hundred of them lining the sidewalk, staring unblinkingly at your hotel window.

"That's creepy," you mumbled, cuddling deeper against Dean's side. "They're just children, and she probably doesn't care if they die or not."

"That's witches for you. I freaking hate witches!" Dean grumbled under his breath just as movement outside caught your attention. Two children came past the rest, standing in front as if they were generals ready to lead their armies to battle. In the boys arms was a leather bound book, holding it as if it was the most precious object in the world.