The Winchesters Witch

Pixie dust

She had driven two towns over, checked in and parked in the back of the least disgusting motel. She was currently standing in front of the mirror braiding her wet hair. She could still feel the hunters neck snapping under her knee, she turned Grey's Anatomy up so loud,she couldn't think. She tugged at her bra, how was it possible to get bug bites under you bra. When suddenly there was a tapping at the door, she slipped on her robe from the bed and waited.

" Maid Service" muttered a man on the other side. At this time of night, it wasn't maids services, it was trouble. She reached behind her and turned on the sink, then grabbed the wine bottle.

" Not interested peaches" she replied

She turned the Tv louder, when suddenly the door was kicked open, and the two hunters from the day before marched in. She threw the wine bottle, it went over the short ones head and hit the giant ones chest and hit the ground shattering. But that was all the time she needed, she turned and summoned the water out of the sink with her hands and into the Hunters lungs. Thank god it was 3 days until the full moon she was brimming with power. The attackers fell to the floor spluttering and grasping for air.

" Didn't your mother teach you to never enter a woman's room uninvited, unseemly things can happen", she bent down and picked up the short hunters gun, and emptied it around him.

" Now hunter 1 and 2, I'm assuming you're here either to burn me at the stake which is laughable or to avenge that so called hunter", she stepped over the short one, and dragged the tall on into a sitting position. "Now either I can let your partner down in the dirty sink water or we can have a civilized conversation" He nodded, she touched her fingers to his lips and then retracted them, the water shot out of his mouth. She then did the same to the short one and then sat patiently on the edge of the bed until they stopped grasping for air.

" Witch " gasped the short one.

" witch is quite a primitive word don't you think, not that I deny it, I just don't want to be grouped with those new age children or demon worshiping bimbos, they really tarnish the name"

"Bitch, you killed a hunter" the short own stood up launching at her she moved neatly out of the way and unknowingly into the tall one's arm, he twisted her arms behind her. She gave a breathe of exhaustion,

"No, I killed a blind man", she shook back her hair , dropping the edge of her robe below her bust.

"He was unwilling to see them as beings, those poor little pixies"

"You snapped a mans neck, for killing imaginary fairies" spat the short one

" I said pixies, not Fairies, if they were so imaginary how do you use them in you potions," she said with an eye roll.

Dean opened his mouth then shut it,

" We've heard of hunters using pixie dust, but never seen it" tall ones grip loosed, " may i?" he gestured to her robe, she nodded slowly, and he tugged robe until it covered her, his hand warm against her, she flushed pinked but ignored the sensation. He replaced his hand, though not near as tight , and cleared his throat.

" You shouldn't be, I've gone all over this country telling and teaching hunters and witches; new ways, but when they refuse to listen and continue to murder innocent beings. Somebody has to stop them", she ripped away from his grip, but she didn't run; she turned towards to him.

"Honestly I'd given Jim too many chances as it was, but he didn't listen, he didn't care, it was all about the hunt, the kill, and he was killing too many."

"Dean, she got a point, Jim's a legendary hunter because he's taken down, wendigo's, ghouls, and shape shifters by himself, what kind of man can do that?"

She sat on the bed, this Dean had gotten up " you seriously can't be buying this Sam, I mean pixies? maybe Jim was just a good hunter"

She scoffed " Most good hunters need an army to take down a fully grown wendigo, no single man could kill them, unless he had something powerful"

Sam turned to her " pixies, how come we've never fought them, seen them"

"oh, you've seen plenty of times, they appear like lighting bugs"

"Are you serious no, just no"the short one scoffed

Anna reached in the bag under the bed, "this is Jims bag, I nabbed it from his car, collecting what he had left of the pixie dust" she pulled out a veil of something red and shiny.

" that's pixie dust, it's not gold or some shit"

" Not very peter pan like is it, as its difficult to separate the pixie's blood from the dust" she opened the veil, and rubbed some in between her fingers, " you see even a small amount of this on a mundane thing, grants it immobile,"

The tall one Sam, leaned in to get a closer look, that's when she smeared it across his face,

" you bitch", but she'd flung the rest of the veil at Dean. He froze lunging at her.

" Now look boy's, I really am sorry about this but I have no intention of fighting either one of you, the affects will wear of in about 5 hours, and I'll be long gone by then."

Anna walked around the room, stuffing her items in her bag. " You can keep Jim's bag, the rooms completely paid for so your good there", both men attempted to roll their eyes,

"Look I'm really not all that bad, I promise, I know you won't believe me , but maybe you'll believe another hunter? His name is Bobby Singer worked a Ghoul case with him 5 months back, I'll leave his number on the table ask him about Ariabella Mckenzie."

She threw her bag over her shoulder and nodded toward the table, " Call him, his a good contact to have even if you don't like me".

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Ringing " who the fuck is Ariabella Mckenzie"

" you boys, didn't piss her off did you?'

" she threw pixie dust at as Bobby, we've been frozen for hours"

"She's a lunar witch, one of the last around . Her powers grow with the full moon and weaken to all but disappear with the new moon, she a good woman don't trouble her"

" She killed Jim Wilson."

"Jim Wilson was a son of bitch"