Set directly after the episode Baby

Things had been quiet since dealing with Dean's were-pires and Sam could feel the sense of cabin fever creeping up on him again. Research on the darkness was resulting in nothing and Cas was still lost in his binge of Orange is the New Black. Sam checked his watch and sighed, gathered his computer and research, and headed off to the garage to find Dean.

Baby took a beating during their last case, and hadn't sounded too good when they finally got back to the bunker. Dean had been working on her ever since and though it gave Dean something to do, Baby was too precious for Dean to let anyone other than him do most of the work. So Sam had been left with researching the darkness, forcing Cas to take breaks from Netflix, and handing Dean tools as he worked on Baby. Which while not a bad thing, had resulted in a Sam feeling a bit restless and researching for a case nearby when research on the Darkness was not getting any leads.

Having finally reached the hallway leading to the garage, Sam could finally hear his brother singing off key to a guitar solo. As he reached the doorway to the garage, Sam saw Dean using the broom as an air guitar and jamming out as he danced around baby, whose radio the music had been coming from.

Sam tucked his computer and files under one arm and started clapping as loud as he could, laughing all the while at seeing Dean having fun. Dean was startled and spun around to face Sam, immediately stopping his performance.

"SAM!" Dean shouted as he spun to face Sam. "Don't do that to a man!"

"Sorry Dean" Sam said with a smile. "But I have to say that was a stellar performance."

Dean proceeded to reach into the impala and turn off the radio and look up at Sam with a smirk on his face, "Well you can't blame me Sammy, no one can resist the power of a classic."

"yah yah. How about you come inside and eat some lunch. I think I might have found us a case" Sam turned to make his way inside and Dean followed after putting the broom away and patting baby on the hood.

"Oh ya? What kind of case? I thought we were focusing on the darkness?" Dean asked as they walked down the hallway.

"That is still the main priority" Sam assured "but, nothing has been turning up, and I have been feeling a sense of cabin fever. So I thought that maybe now that baby is all fixed up we could possibly do a small job. Who knows, maybe it could lead us to some information on the darkness."

Dean nodded his head as they entered the kitchen and made his way over the table and sat down. Sam grabbed leftovers from dinner the night before and began heating it in the microwave. "Okay Sammy, whatcha got?"

"Well" Sam began as he pulled the food out of the beeping microwave and set it on the table where Dean immediately began to dig in. "I found where some local new stations nearby have picked up on a sudden increase of reported stolen items that were suddenly revoked a few hours later. The news is thinking it a case of a remorseful thief but something doesn't add up."

Dean looked up from his food and gave sam an incredulous look. "Well Sam that is highly entertaining gossip, but what does that have to do with a case. It doesn't sound like our kind of thing."

Sam rolled his eyes and started to eat his food. "Well Dean if you had let me finish I could tell you. The strange thing about this case, is that the items that go missing are all listed as the person's most prize possession, and people in the town describe the vics as being depressed one moment and then a few hours later being perfectly content and even forgetting or avoiding the topic of the stolen items." Dean again gave sam an odd look and sat back in his seat, lifting two of the chair legs off the floor as he balanced on the back legs. "I still fail to see what this has to do with us."

Sam reached for the files he had brought with his computer and opened it to the middle, placing it on the table close enough that Dean could see without getting food on it. "That is where some of my research comes in. I would not have even bothered with this case if I hadn't seen this while researching the darkness." Sam pointed to the middle of the open pages, "according to this the men of letters had run into some witches who would take a person's most prize possession and used it in a spell to steal a person's essence or energy. Basically stealing their strength they had for their prized possession and using it for themselves. The victims would be left uncaring for this missing item and then suddenly got sick and died, which was the point in time the witches had used the stolen energy and basically drained a person dry. Doctors had no cause of death and simply buried the cases under the men of letter's orders after they stopped the witches and destroyed all copies of the spell."

Dean sat his chair back on four legs and reached for the research. "So you think these witches are back in business or someone stubbled upon this old spell and is using it on these towns people?"

Sam looked up as Cas walked into the room and came to sit at the table. "Yah, I mean it's not a solid lead, but it is something and could give us a break from research."

Dean greeted Cas with a nod and then looked to Sam, "Sure, why not. It will give me a chance to stretch baby's legs as I just finished rebuilding her." He closed the file and dropped it to the table, "and Cas you are coming too." Dean stood up and started to take his dishes to the sink.

Cas looked at dean with a blank face, "What? Dean, no, I am not needed on this case. I would be better to stay back and research."

Sam and Dean looked at each other and then faced the angel together. "Dude you seriously need to get out and do something, you have been locked in this bunker for weeks."

"Cas, I agree with Dean, you need a break. And this case could be something real small to get you back on your feet."

Cas shook his head and got up from the table, "thank you guys, but no. I feel I would be of better use here at the bunker. You call if you need anything." Cas walked out of the kitchen and both of the boys shook their heads.

"This is your fault Sam, you got him stuck on Netflix and now we can do little else to pull him away from it." Sam shook his head and got up to join Dean at the sink with his dishes and began drying the ones Dean had finished washing. "Hey man I had no idea he would get addicted, I feel like we need to stage an intervention or something." Sam looked at Dean with a little smirk.

"Ya" Dean answered, "we will have plenty of time to plan your little check flick moment as we drive. And maybe figure out what to do to figure out what is really going on in that head of his."

—-

Sam and Dean had been in town for all of two days and could already tell that something was not right with this case. The boys had split up to cover more ground, meeting with people who had lost their prize possessions and talking with their families and friends.

Dean was on his way to pickup Sam in the impala and share what they had figured out. Dean drove up to the curb and let Sam in. After folding himself inside Sam closed the door and Dean began to drive the car to their motel.

"So what did you find?" Asked Sam.

"A whole lot of nada. The vics are acting strange, where instead of being drained of energy its like someone stuck their finger in a socket. Some of them could hardly sit still and acted like they were hiding something." Dean looked to Sam "What about you?"

"Something similar. The families said that the vics had been acting strange, almost avoiding talking about their missing possessions and sometimes getting angry when people kept asking. A lot of them had also started to hang out with complete strangers, forget about their families or become sudden recluses. It's not quite adding up."

Dean put the car into park and began to walk to their motel door. "Do you think the research might have been wrong and we are looking at something else?"

"I don't know man" Sam said exasperated, "I was so sure I had figured this out."

Dean unlocked the front door, turning back to look at Sam, "Well Sammy, maybe this case is something different. Can't get them all right on the first try tiger." Dean smirked at Sam as he oped the door but as he looked inside he reached for his gun and pointed it into the room.

"Who the hell are you!" Sam drew his gun and looked over Dean's shoulder. There was a young mousy man standing in the middle of the room and looking real nervous.

"OH! Hold on man it's okay's okay please don't shoot!"

"I'll say it again, who are you and what are you doing in this room?"

"My name is David and I heard from Debbie that you guys are looking into the stolen items in town. I was told to find you here and the manager let me sit inside and wait for you." The guy practically shrieked as he held his hands infant of his face and flinched from Dean's yelling.

Dean lowered the gun and looked at Sam with exasperation. "Well news apparent travels fast and this place needs to get a new manager. Seriously letting people into rented rooms, I oughta.." Dean grumbled to himself as he walked into the room and let Sam through the door. Sam walked forward to the stranger and started to talk to him in a normal voice, hoping to calm the scared man down. "Okay David, why don't you let me and my partner hear what you wanted to tell us." Sam gently led the man to sit at the table as Dean continued to grumble as he sat on the bed.

"Okay, wel.." The mousy man began "I am friends with several of the people who had been stolen from and I had noticed that had started to act strange before their stuff was stolen."

"What do you mean? Can you describe what you mean by acting strange, and when did this start?" Implored Sam having taken a seat across from David at the table.

"Well, Veronica was who it had all started with. She is seriously obsessed with her toaster oven."

"Her toaster oven?" Dean interrupted with a ridiculous face from where he was sitting across the room.

"Her toaster over" David assured. "I know it is weird. Her obsession had gotten so strong that many of us were concerned for her and told her to seek some help. She started to go to this therapist and rather than help with her obsession the meetings with the therapist seemed to feed it. And she started talking crazy"

"How so? Did she start buying more toaster ovens?" Asked Sam.

David shook his head. "No. It was more like she started to talk like it was alive. I mean she already sorta did that. But now it was like she was talking to a puppy and kept telling us that the toaster was alive and just waiting to be brought to it…as she called it…actualization."

Dean snorted from the corner. "I'm serious!" David began, "She started acting weirder and weirder and then convinced some of my other fiends to meet with this therapist. Most of them didn't even really have a bad obsession, just really cared for something like a normal person. But after seeing that new therapist, they all started going crazier and now are hiding away from everyone with new acquaintances and pets that no one even knew that had or wanted. Veronica went and got a dog as soon as her toaster was stolen from the house and assures me it is the toaster. She even named it toast!" Dean broke out in laughter and after seeing Sam's face tried to turn it into coughing so it wasn't so obvious.

Sam locked eyes with Dean and basically told him to shut up and that he was being ridiculous. He turned back to David and said "So, you are saying that everyone who was stolen from, had a weird obsession with their prized possession after visiting this therapist, and now had their items stolen but are hiding away with strangers and are not even concerned about their missing stuff."

"Exactly!"

"Hmmmm," Sam nodded his head, "You got the number of this therapist?"

Dean put the car in park and reached for the nob to turn off the radio.

"So get this" Dean turned to look at Sam, who had been researching this therapist the whole drive across town. "This therapist as far as I can tell is a fake identity. She didn't exist until a few months ago. Like she has background information, but it is not well done and I can tell that everything was faked. It's sloppy work, like an amateur had done it."

"Well that is not sketchy at all." Remarked a sarcastic Dean.

Sam clicked to a different page on his computer, "Apparently this is not the first fake identity she has assumed. From what I can dig up by matching photos, this woman has been assuming identities in different towns and states for over twenty years, and every time he hits a new town the same stuff has been happening. Stuff reported stolen and then the report revoked shortly after and people start to get sick and die."

"Okay" Dean breathed while raking his hand through his hair, "If she matches the pattern the men of letters found for a witch's spell for all her last hits, why is this town different? No one here has been getting sick or losing energy. And why have we not seen this pattern before"

"I don't know Dean. Maybe we got here before people have been getting sick. And I think we just haven't noticed because news has never really picked it up like this before and we didn't even know about the spell. We probably saw something and wrote it off as thievery."

"Alrighty," Dean opened his car door and got out and walked around to the front where Sam joined him shortly after. "Lets gank ourselves a witch." Dean and sam checked their guns and placed them in the waistband of their pants where the suit jackets hid them and walked into the office.

—-

Dean and Sam sat in squishy chairs in the waiting room that were too small for them as they waited for the therapist to come out. A young woman sat at the reception table typing away at her computer, and Dean kept checking her out.

"Dude!" Whispered sam, "Stop staring!"

"I'm not staring" stated Dean, "I'm appreciating."

"Well I'm glad you are appreciating, but I would appreciate if you didn't do that to my daughter" stated a new voice. The boys spun around to be faced with an older woman who matched the photos of the therapist. The receptionists glanced up but then ducked her head to continue working on her computer.

"Doctor Lewis! Well I can see where her beauty comes from as even her beauty pales when compared to yours." Dean quickly tried to smooth talk as he stood and spun to face the therapist. Sam elbowed Dean and pulled out his badge.

"M'am, my name is agent Nix, this is my partner agent Walsh. We were wondering if we could talk to you for just a moment."

"Sure, what can I do for you boys?"

"We've been investigating the stolen items in them town, and we understand that several of the victims are some of your clientele. We were hoping you could give us some information that could shed a light on the situation."

"Huh" the therapist chuckled under her breath. "Sure I'd love to help. But isn't this awfully small for government officials to be working the case?"

Dean stepped in, "Ah that is because things have been awfully slow at the office lately. Boss thought we could use a case that doesn't fit our normal load to challenge us."

"I see, well if you would follow me into my office I'm sure I could answer your questions." She turned and waked into her office, but as soon as the boys stepped through the doorway she turned on them.

Doctor Lewis thrust out her arms and the boys flew through the air and crashed into the wall and fell to the ground. The receptionist jumped from her chair and backed up against the wall.

"Hunters!" The therapist spit. "I should have known, always butting their nose in where they don't belong." She held her palms out and pushed her hands toward front door, forcing the boys off the floor and against the glass at the front of the building, hanging with their feet unable to touch the ground.

"heh," launched Dean breathlessly "guess you were right about her Sammy, a witch."

"Be quiet Dean" hushed Sam, "How did you know we were hunters?"

"Oh" she laughed, "quite a simple spell I've placed on my doorway. It tells me the intentions of the person who walks under the doorway and you boys were easy to read." She walked closer to the brothers and began to caress Sam's face. "And how easy you were to read. Planning to figure out if I was a witch and to…." She turned to face Dean while squishing Sam's face. "How did you put it agent Walsh…oh! To gank me." She said mockingly.

She turned back to face Sam and Dean yelled, "Leave him alone!"

Lewis tilted her head to keep Dean in her sight as she used a fingernail to scratch Sam's face enough to draw blood while she held his face in a tight grip. "Luuuuuuuucy" Doctor Lewis sang. The receptionist came out from behind her desk where she had been standing. "Gather the powder, it's time for these boys to learn not to cross a witch." She instructed.

"Lucy walked into the office space before shortly returning with a metal box with a wooden spoon and two clear vials. She placed the items within the doctors reach and stepped back. "Thank you my dear." She grabbed the vial and began to squeeze Sam's face until a drop of blood pored off his chin into the vial.

"Leave him alone you witch!" Shouted Dean. "Don't worry, you will get your turn." Lewis assured.

She then proceeded to pour a spoonful of powder into the vial and sniffed the smoke that was released. "hmmmmm, very interesting" she breathed. "And now for you" she said reading for Dean with a new vial in hand. She scratched his face in the same manner as he had with Sam, gathering a drop of blood, pouring in the powder and smelling the smoke.

"Oh!" She exclaimed, "this just gets more and more interesting!" She smirked at the boys.

Dean gave her a look, "please oh enlightened one, share with the class what you find so interesting"

The witch just smirked at Dean, "it appears you boys share the same root, the same deep desire, or as some refer to it, prized possession. Something so intimate and meaningful in your life that I can use for my benefit." She turned to look at the impala while her smirk continued to grow, "after all…boys love their toys."

Dean began to struggle in the witch's hold against the glass. "Baby is not a toy and you WILL NOT TOUCH HER."

Lewis laughed and thrust her hand out to the boys and they slammed into the glass so hard it broke and they flew out into the parking lot, landing right in front of baby. "You will learn why not to mess with a witch." She walked out into the parking lot, crunching broken glass below her heels. She stood before the boys and thrust her hand with a purple light at the pair and their car behind them. "Have fun boys!" She called before herself and her daughter vanished before their eyes.

Dean looked around him at the deserted street, broken windows, and bewildered brother beside him.

"SON OF A BITCH!"

Hey guys! That's it for the first chapter. Let me know what you think as this is my first story and I'm not too sure what others will think. I've got a lot planned but not yet fully typed out so I'm not too sure how long it will take me to update.

Thanks for reading and please comment to let me know what you thought.

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