Hello, my lovely readers! Thanks for checking out this story! This is my second fic, so I'm pretty new at this stuff. This takes place probably around in the middle of season 2. I apologize if I have anything wrong or that is insulting to you. I truly do not want to hurt or insult anyone! And since I am new, I would love to have hints or comments on my stories, so please, please review! Your reviews seriously brighten up my day! :)

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Vicious

Chapter 1: The Curse

"You ready?" Dean asked his too-tall brother. They were standing outside the witch's old, creaky hideout after doing an enormous amount of research and dress-up in order to find her. Dean was exhausted, and he just wanted to gank the bitch and get the hell out of there.

"Ready as I'll ever be," Sam replied.

Dean brought his leg up and kicked the door. With a loud crack from the rotting wood, the door flew open and the Winchesters ran inside, guns raised. It was pitch black, the only thing illuminating their way was their small flashlights in the hand that wasn't occupied by their handguns. The brothers cautiously walked around, looking for anything that might be the witch.

After a few minutes of searching the first floor of the house, Dean turned to Sam and gave a clear, but quiet, whistle to get his attention. Sam responded by looking at him with questioning eyes, and Dean whispered, "We still got the basement and second floor to check. Split up. You take second floor; I got the basement."

"Okay. Be careful."

"You too."

Dean stood there and watched his little brother walk up the stairs, hoping that he won't run into the witch up there. When Sam reached the top and his figure disappeared from his sight, Dean walked towards the basement door he found when they were searching.

The door was rotting just like the front door, but it was a little smaller. Dean grabbed the wooden handle and turned, the door squeaking loudly on its hinges as he opened it slowly. He started down the dusty, spiral staircase, and when he reached the bottom, he didn't need to use his flashlight anymore.

The basement was lit up by dozens and dozens of candles spread across tables and on the floor, shaping into a large circle around a large, lone table in the center, and there were many sigils and words written on the floor and walls.

Dean slowly peered around the room. This must be one powerful witch, he thought. The sigils and words were what worried him the most. Even though he couldn't recognize or understand them, his instinct told him that they were some kind of very dark magic.

Suddenly, a small noise came from his left, under the spiral staircase, and Dean spun towards it, gun raised. When it didn't appear right away, he started to inch forward.

Dean gave a high-pitched yelp and jumped when a large rat ran out from under the staircase and through his legs. "Goddamn rats. I hate those things. Yugh!" he said to himself as he tried to calm down his fast-beating heart.

I should probably go tell Sammy that I found the bitch's lair, Dean reminded himself, and he walked towards the foot of the stairs. Just as he stepped on the first creaky step, there was another sudden noise right behind him.

Before Dean could turn around this time, he felt a sharp pain at the back of his head and fell to the floor, unconscious.

Sam walked back down the stairs to the first floor. He hadn't found diddly-squat on the second floor and he was starting to doubt they were at the right place.

As he stepped into the area where he had last seen Dean before they split up, he looked around for his brother. Sam was up on the second floor for a longer time than he really needed to, and he was expecting Dean to be waiting for him, but he was nowhere to be found. "Dean?" Sam whispered.

After waiting a few more minutes for him to come back up, and still no Dean, Sam started to get worried. He had to check on him to see if he was alright.

He had a hard time finding the basement door, but he finally found it when he opened the door and was met by the dark staircase. "Dean?" Sam asked again, slowly walking down the steps.

Halfway down the spiral stairway, Sam was able to see the scene before him. He stared in shock, unable to move, as he saw his brother lying unconscious on a large table in the middle of the room, surrounded by burning candles. And there was the witch, standing behind Dean at the table, head bowed as she chanted a spell while her hands hovering at both sides of Dean's head. She looked quite young for a witch, with long, black hair tipped with a bright crimson at the ends.

She lowered her hands and smiled down at his older brother. Only then did Sam snap out of it and react. "Stay away from him!" he yelled.

The witch's head snapped up the second she heard him yell, and she darted for the door that was to her left. Sam raised his gun and shot at her, just missing her as she ran into the other room. He jumped over the railing of the stairs and landed on the concrete floor, sprinting after the witch.

But when he got inside the room, the witch was gone. He frantically looked around, and he found a small window open at the far side of the new room. Pissed that he lost her, he started to pace in the dark room, thinking of what to do next.

Dean, Sam suddenly remembered, and he ran quickly back into the room where his brother lay. "Dean? Hey, Dean. Can you hear me?" Sam asked, trying to get Dean to respond. He put a hand to his neck and sighed with relief when he found a strong, steady pulse. "I'm gonna get you out of here, Dean." Sam put his arms under Dean's knees and behind his back, and he lifted his brother up off the table, up the staircase, through the house, and by the time he reached the car, Sam was exhausted.

He gently laid Dean down in the back seat and ran to the driver's side. The Impala roared as Sam turned on the engine, and he squealed the tires as he took off towards their motel, desperate to get Dean to safety.

I hoped you like this so far and come back for more! It is 2 a.m. here in Cheeseville—as Dean put it—so I should probably get to bed, but I wanted to finish this first :) I apologize again if there are any mistakes!

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