My Guiding Light

Chapter 20

Season: 4

Episode(s): It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester

Setting(s): N/A

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Turns out there was absolutely nothing that the victim did to piss off a witch. And that's concerning. Because nothing bad means even worse bad....if that makes any sense.

Long story short, this witch killed for a reason, not out of spite like the other various witches we've encountered.

"Hey." Sam says as he steps back inside from taking a call. While sitting on the bed with unbrushed hair and my earphones back in, i look up to him. The music is blaring and i cant actually hear him but at the same time i cant be bothered to take them out. Maybe im just petty. Sam and Dean have been a little petty about my whole 'burn the witch at the stake' comment earlier so i guess its time i repay the favour. Sam just sighs and takes them out. "Get ready, we have another murder." He says simply, sighing again as he shakes his head and exits the room again to give me privacy to change and probably to go find dean who had walked off for pie about five minutes ago.

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By the time we arrive on the scene, the majority of the party-goers had already left. Either that or it was a pretty shitty party. I look around the scene and realise the party is lacking one key element: alcohol. Yup. Shit party.

The only people in the building were the police as well as  a female witness wrapped in a towel. Its obvious that Dean has the hots for her.

"I got this one." Dean says, stopping both me and my twin. Yup. Another case, another lay.

"Two words." Sam says and i smirk, knowing hes thinking the exact same as me. "Jail bait." Both sam and i say before we walk on ahead of the older winchester. Not before i pinch his arm to get him to snap out of his very Dean winchester ways.  "I would never." Dean says in mock offence as he follows behind us.

Despite both me and Sam silently telling him not to interrogate the girl because we know exactly how he's like, he gets to her first. Therefore Sam and I are designated hex bag searchers. Not long after we split up i find it, smirking competitively at Sam before throwing it over to him. It reminds me of when dad would make us train against each other. Thinking back on it, it was kind of morbid. his own personal children's WWE.

Sam took another swing at me, his fist only just grazing my cheek bone. He hates fighting me, i can tell. The only reasons why hes doing it now is because thirty seconds ago i kicked him onto his ass and he hit his head and the fact that dad would probably give us both a beating and lecture if we didnt. So now, in the middle of goddamned nowhere, were throwing punches at each other for our 'random but scheduled' hand-to-hand combat training.

"Come on, Sammy, you can do better than that." A sixteen year old me taunts, preparing and initiating a scissor kick while Sam waits for my spar. This didnt come as a surprise to him. He grabs my ankle, making me fall hard on my back and knocking the wind out of me. I start coughing with a slight smirk as Sam presses his forearm against my collar bones to ensure I'm pinned down at that he wins the round. Stupid little Sammy. He may aready be taller than me, and stronger. But im quicker. I knee him in the stomach and spin us around so im on top. "I win again." I hum and get up, looking over to my father who i for some reason idolised for approval.

"Mia, you coming?" I hear Sam say as they wrap up the rest of the case here at the motel. My head snaps up from wherever i was gazing at and i look at him. "Oh, yeah lets go." i say and follow the two giants i call brothers back upstairs, into the car and back to the motel.