A/N: Wow. Sams just being beat up at my hands. Just wait till my E/Os posted. Anywho, if youre wordering what herpothamnus means either
A. Move on
B. Use an Latin to English translator
"Slippery little vixen, isnt she Sammy? "
Dean and Sam sprinted along the hill. In front of them was a woman their age -blonde curls, green eyes and a spellbook in her pink eggshell polished fingers. The witch had wrecking havok in this area and Sam and Dean, along with assistance from Bobby nearby the town, were bent on stopping them.
She slid on the grassy slope. Dean knelt next to her and pulled the Colt from his jacket onto her throat. "Dont even think of it, Winchester! Deflect! " she said.
Dean flew into the trees. He hung from one leg, dazed as he watched Sam try to get her.
"Herpothamnus! "Sam staggered away, having taken a spell to the stomach. He ran off, clutching his middle.
"Sam! "Dean yelled and twisted himself off the branch, hitting the ground half -limping and half -running. He finally found a pale Sam in an old warehouse.
"You know what herpothamnus is? " asked Dean.
"Blueberry in Latin." Sam responded confusedly.
"So all she did was scream -" Dean trailed off. A wave of violet had begun to spread from the tip of Sams nose.
"What? Whats happening to me? "Sam said, panic leaking into his voice as he looked at his bluish hand.
"Sam -youre turning violet." Dean said, trying to be light hearted while he tried to figure out what was happening. Then a smell hit him, a familiar one usually accompanied by warm crust and melting whipped cream.
Blueberries, Dean thought. Then it decked him in the face.
His little brother was turning into a blueberry.
A/N: This fic is a sign of pre E/O boredom and way too much time watching Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Good, bad, weird? Review. I should have a second chapter by tommorow.