After walking for what had seen like forever, Sam and Dean at last came to the small, shabby cabin in the woods.
They were in a small town in Iowa, investigating a strange string of attacks. It had all started when a man had his eyes gouged out in his locked apartment, then a woman had practically every bone in her body broken by an invisible attacker. That was the one that got the guy's attention, seeing as five witnesses claimed she had been beaten by air. A couple became conjoined at the hip. While at the police station, Dean had overheard one of the deputies talk about being sent out to speak to a local hermit, an eccentric woman that went by the name of Little Tree, and her pretending not to be home. When the officer mentioned being attacked by bees that appeared out of nowhere when he tried to knock down the door in response to strange smells, it wasn't hard for the hunter to put two and two together. After asking around, they discovered that only two people had ever seen Little Tree, and both described her differently. Fortunately, everyone agreed on where the cabin was.
And now, they were looking down an paintless cabin with ramshackle door, and a caved-in front porch.
"What, do think Dean?" Sam asked, "Witch's house?"
"Yeah," Dean replied, "Definitely."
They started sneaking into the clearing, going to the side of the house so the witch Little Tree wouldn't see them coming, when suddenly, Dean doubled over in pain.
"Dean!" Sam shouted, grabbing his brother's arm, trying to keep him steady.
Dean's mouth opened and a mixture of cherry pits and bile fell out. "Must've," He puked again Sprung," puked again, "Some kind of," more puke, "Trap." He stopped puking, but paused for breath, "A hex bag or," he puked up more cherry pits, "Something."
"Alright, let's get out of here," Sam said, turning Dean around, "We'll fix this, regroup, and come back more prepared."
As the men hurried away, a woman's voice behind them say, "Not so fast."
Both of them froze in place. "Turn around." The voice instructed. Sam turned around to see a delicate figure standing on the caved-in porch. The figure gestured for them to come and suddenly Sam felt his legs moving, sorely against their will, dragging Dean along with him. Whoever this witch was, she was powerful.
Sam suddenly found himself unable to move when they got to the porch. This gave him and Dean the opportunity to get a good look at the witch who, at the moment had complete control of their movements. The first witness had described as a hunched over elderly woman, her skin craved with lines and her hair frizzled and gray, while the second had described her as a freckled red-head with eyes of emerald green. The woman before them did not match either description. She appeared to be in her early twenties, maybe even late teens, standing at five-five, with the fragile tiny bones of a sparrow, a long mane of white hair, and wide and intense eyes the color of ripe plums. Very pretty, very innocent-looking. Yet at the same time, there was something eerie about her.
"You must be the Winchester brothers," She said, not hint of surprise in her voice, as if she had been informed of their arrival in advance, "It's Sam and Dean, right?"
Seeing no point in denying it, the guys nodded. Well, Sam nodded, Dean started to, but after his sick spell, didn't had the strength and hung his head limply. When he finally looked up, Dean began, "Looks like you know who we are, so I guess the question is-" His voice trailed off as he vomited another steaming pile of bile and cherry pits.
"I have something for that," The woman, Little Tree presumably, said, turning around and walking back towards the door, "Follow me."
Once again the pair found they had no choice but to follow the witch into her house.
The inside of the house, at least the kitchen, was surprisingly nicer than the outside. Small, with plan-wood paneled walls and a matching floor. At the center of the room was a round smooth table: a table covered with ingredients for what looked like a very complicated, and very serious spell.
Little Tree picked up a bottle of electric blue liquid from the counter. "Here," She said, thrusting it at Dean, "This will stop the vomiting."
Dean removed the cork and started guzzling the concoction as Little Tree walked over to table and started throwing things in the bowl. "Ah, what are you doing?" He asked, even though he had the feeling that the spell was meant for them.
"Look, it's nothing personal," Little Tree said, looking up from her work, "I just don't want to die."
"Well," Dean replied, "Maybe you should have thought about that before you turned this place into crazy town."
Sam shot Dean a warning look. So far this witch had the power to change her looks, or at least appear different to different people which was something new, control people's action, not to mention what she had done to the people of town and the hex bag trap, and he was baiting her? Seriously?
"I only hexed people who had it coming!" Little Tree snapped, into the bowl "You don't know what these people did!"
"Actually, we do," Sam spoke up, hoping to defuse the situation, "We saw the police reports on the first two and we figure out what was going on with the third one pretty quickly." As it had turned out the man whose eyes she had removed was a peeping Tom, the woman with the broken bones had left her child in a similar state, and the woman in the conjoined couple was married-just not to the guy she was conjoined to.
"So you see what I had to do it, right?" Little Tree asked, an almost desperate tone to her voice, "Those horrible people had to be stopped!"
"Alright, they had to be stopped," Sam said, "We can work from that. If you would just-put down whatever your pouring into that bowl-"
"Lamb's blood," Little Tree interjected.
"Excuse me?" Sam replied, slightly thrown.
"I'm pouring lamb's blood into the bowl," Little Tree explained, "And that was the last ingredient."
"Last ingredient for what?" Dean asked, secretly searching for his gun. Sam was doing in the same.
"I just need a few days head start," Little Tree continued, "If you don't interfere you should be back here in three days time."
"Well, sorry to tell you this, lady," Dean said, his hand gripping around the hand of his gun, "But, that ain't gonna happen."
Even though they drew their guns it was too late. She had already started to chant. " Skicka dessa fiender till mig härifrån Skicka dessa fiender till mig härifrån," Suddenly, a strong win filled the cabin, knocking over jars, and causing Little Tree's red dress billow and sending her wispy and fine locks in every detection as she continued to chant, unnoticing, " Till världens okända tills jag kalla dem att återvända!" Till världens okända tills jag kalla dem att återvända!" Suddenly, the men were surrounded by bright, blue-white light, and for a few second gravity seemed to lose power, then they both fell to the ground. They still couldn't see, but they realized they were lying on someone when that someone started wiggling and a oddly familiar male voice said, "Get off of me!"
They slide off the stranger and at least their vision cleared, but they were completely shocked to find they were staring into the face of a younger Sam.
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