Disclaimer:I don't own Supernatural.
This will probably have around 6 or 7 chapters, the next 2 chapters are already written so I'll update tomorrow, this is more of an introduction to the story and so the next chapters are much longer. Set after Episode 9x03 "I'm No Angel", but I've ignored the last 5 minutes (who could blame me). Contains Destiel. Please review and enjoy.
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Sam was flung through the air by the witch's power, his arm cracked as he hit the wall at the other end of the alleyway and he almost blacked out from the pain; but he had to save his brother. His name was called out to him and he looked up but his head was swimming and it took just a little too long for the black spots in his vision to clear. Dean and the witch were now all the way at the other end of the alleyway and he couldn't see well enough to decipher what was happening. Sam attempted to stand up from where he was currently slouching against the brick wall but the combined pain of his broken shoulder, gash on the back of his head and soreness on his back and neck that he could only describe as whiplash from his collision with a building, halted his movements.
His brother's muffled cry of pain came from up ahead and, broken bones be damned, Sam was pulling himself onto his feet in a matter of seconds, knife in his hand. Once he was standing he was able to see what was happening. Dean was on his knees in the alley, the witch hovering over him as the cry of pain continued.
"No!" Sam yelled. His adrenaline kicking in and numbing his wounds as he rushed forwards. The witch flicked her eyes towards Sam as he reproached but dismissed him with a roll of her eyes, choosing to concentrate of Dean instead. Her hand was rested gently on his forehead as he trembled with the internal burning fire that she was causing, he could do little more than move, his arms wrapped around his stomach, subconsciously attempting to smother the flames. But, she knew it wouldn't be long until the spell was complete and the Winchesters were no-longer in her way.
Sam lunged at her, but she moved too quickly and counter attacked, knocking the knife from his grasp, he looked up from where he had fallen but she had disappeared. He blinked several times and looked around but she was no-where to be found. Sam picked up his knife and turned to look at his brother. Green eyes looked up at him, filled with fear and shock that probably matched his own.
"What the hell?!" came the gasp from the short haired, green eyed woman kneeling on the floor, draped in Dean's clothes.