~ Then ~
It need to be easy hunt. Go and Kill the Witch. The end.
But it all went wrong. so so wrong.
And now Sam was nowhere to be seen and Dean was being trow against wall.
He slid down on the floor trying to see where his gun was.
The witch jump on top of Dean smashing his head against ground.
- grrr... I will so kill you! - Dean growled deep in his troth feeling witches long fingers wrap around his neck with evil smile on her lips.
- Oh how you wish. - She said in sugar voice.
In that moment there was big bang.
Shooting. Sam.
Dean was sure that Sam did shoot her on the heart.
Witch looked down at Dean and leaned down near his ear.
- You will regret this... - She whisper in his ear adding something he didn't understand before turning cold.
Sam rush to Dean and helped him up.
- Are you okay? - He asked still holding Dean on the shoulder.
- Yes. she was just ranting some shits before finally turning cold. lets burn the body and go home. i need to drink. - Dean shrugged picking up his gun.
- Yeah, okay. - Sam said keeping Dean in his eyes.
~ Now ~
( 1 month latter )
- Fuck... - Dean was slowly getting up from bathroom floor.
He was getting sick again.
He hate vomiting.
And it continue for like week now.
- Dean. Are you alright? - Sam knocked on the bathroom door feeling really concerned.
- Yeah, yeah. - Dean washed his mouth fast and opened the door too see worried Sam.
- You don't look like that. what happened? - Sam asked putting his hands on his hips.
- I got sick. - Dean shrugged walking past Sam to "living room".
- Again? haven't you been like that for all week or even more now? - Sam asked following Dean.
- Yeah. Maybe that witch's words finally come true. who know. i don't care. - Dean sit down and opened his laptop.
- What words? - Sam stopped next to Dean looking down at him.
- That i will regret that we killed her and than she murmured something more that i didn't understand. - Dean said casually.
- Dean, can you understand that she could have put curse on you? why didn't you tell me that before? - Sam was starting to get angry.
- Because it didn't matter. - Dean let out long breath feeling tired.
- What did she said? try to remember. - Sam pushed harder.
- I don't know! I said i didn't understand. She said something like Graviditate and vos or something like that. i don't know. - Dean put his head in his hands.
- It sound like Latin. Vos mean you from Latin. and Graviditate... it means pregnancy... - Sam said sitting down.
- I don't understand. you mean her last words was about pregnancy? what a bullshit. - Dean lean back in his chair.
- But why mention you with pregnancy? did you knock up some girl? - Sam asked looking at Dean angry.
- What? No! I haven't slept with anyone in months! if not years! - Dean said in sudden anger.
- Okay, calm down. I will look something on the internet. - Sam murmured under his breath opening his laptop and starting to search for the possible curse.
Dean was feeling pissed and tired so he left Sam alone and went to his baby.
He simply hop in and lay down falling asleep in seconds.
- Dean...-
- Dean... -
- Dean! - Voice screamed in his face making him open his eyes and see the dead witch looking down at him with red eyes.
- Facilis Descensus Averni! FACILIS DESCENSUS AVERNI! - she start laughing maniacally.
Dean jump straight in his car.
- Still in baby... just a nightmare... ugh... - He lay back down but get up feeling how his stomach turned making him know that he will trow up in any minute.
Dean run to closest bathroom and trowed up.
He slid down on cold title floor resting his head against toilet flushing water down.
Facilis Descensus Averni...
these couple words kept playing in his head over and over again.
He growled and stand up quickly washing his face and run to find Sam.
- Sam! Sam! - Dean run looking around.
where the hell he is?
- What? - Sam come out from around corner with book in his hands. - Oh my! are you okay? you are so pale! - Sam helped Dean sit down.
Dean showed him off. - I'm okay.-
- You trowed up again, didn't you? - Sam let out annoyed breath.
- Do you think that i'm doing it on purpose?! are you sick or what? why should i do it? I hate getting sick! - Dean stand up in anger making chair fall.
- Okay, okay. Calm down. why did you called me? - Sam asked carefully, he didn't want to make Dean even more out of mood.
- What "Facilis Descensus Averni" mean? - Dean asked casually sitting back down and looking anywhere but not at Sam.
- Why are you asking? - Sam asked being curios and leaning closer to Dean to see his face.
- because i need to know. so do you know what it mean or not? - Dean was starting to get little annoyed again.
- It mean something like going to hell is easy or way to hell is easy. something like that. it depend on the sentence it was in. - Sam didn't understand Dean at all right now.
- Oh... well, than that bitch did choose the wrong one who to put that shitty curse on. - Dean let out loud laugh.
- What are you talking about? - Sam was confused even more.
- Well, i have already been to hell and serve in it so she choose the wrong one to send back. stupid bitch. - Dean couldn't stop laughing.
- Dean, what bitch? i don't understand a damn thing you are going on about right now. - Sam asked little annoyed.
- Witch! she said that "facilis descensus averni" thing. so it's what she wanted to do before turning cold. - Dean was still laughing.
- And than why did she mention pregnancy too? what's the connection between Hell and pregnancy? - Sam asked being deep in his minds.
- Who know. I don't give a fuck. she tried and failed. End of the story. Now i will go and sleep. I'm feeling really tired. bye. - Dean waved to Sam going to his room and falling asleep right when his head hit the pillow.