Disclaimer- I would hope that you all know I don't own Supernatural by now…

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"So, why don't we kiss goodbye and go our separate ways?" Dean drawled with his panty-dropping grin firmly planted on his face.

The witch turned to face the eldest Winchester, looking away from the altar to give Dean a glare.

"Dean-o you may be the king of charmers, but there's no way you're getting out of this one."

And with that she turned back to her altar, beginning to chant under her breath but before she could finish, a shot rang out. The witch fell to the ground, dead.

"Never underestimate charm bitch." Dean muttered as he lowered his gun.