Supernatural: Malleus Maleficarum
A/N: Hello, I'm back with my next story and I hope you all do enjoy it, since this one has twists that weren't in the actual episode, and man have things gotten stranger then usual on the current season of Supernatural. More Yellow-eyed Demons who can't be killed by that dagger? Seriously, I thought that dagger could kill ol' yellow eyes and now I know it can. Sadness.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Supernatural or Criminal Minds; I just own the characters that I happen to create.
CHAPTER ONE: WITCHES…AGAIN?
"I clothe the heavens with blackness, and I make sackcloth their covering."
Isaiah 50:3
Salem, Massachusetts
Witchcraft Heights…
It was a quiet night as a couple, dressed in formal clothing, entered the bedroom and the man switched on the bedroom light as the woman tossed her purse on the bed. They were Janet and Paul Dutton, and they had just been at a party.
"That was just a terrible, terrible party," Janet, a beautiful black woman, complained tiredly.
Paul, a handsome white man, smiled and embraced his wife. "But there was this one really beautiful woman there."
Janet snorted. "You should have gone home with her."
"I did," Paul answered suggestively, making Janet giggle as she turned to face him. They kissed, and he unzipped her dress and it fell to the floor.
Janet smiled at him. "I need a few minutes."
Paul nodded. "Alright, there's a bottle of '89 in the fridge," he hinted, making her laugh.
They kissed and he walked out the door as she crossed the room and entered the bathroom.
In an unknown location, a match was struck on the edge of a box as a woman in black began reciting an incantation. "Echranmuk madan fiéré, fiahohshee shé morelorn…" she used the match to light a candle, and continued chanting.
In the bathroom, Janet was now removing her diamond necklace in front of the bathroom mirror.
"Marc oh don," the woman chanted, standing in front of an altar, which was covered with various occult objects, including the candle she'd lit, and bones and symbols were drawn on a circular piece of wood. "Duer kianave kihér tolic…"
Having removed all of her jewelry and her makeup, Janet now opened a package and pulled out a brand new toothbrush to replace her old one, which had gone missing earlier that day, and she hadn't been able to find it.
"Einder bolic," the woman chanted, opening a cloth on the altar on top of the symbol and revealed a used toothbrush lying inside. "Madan fiéré fiahohshee shé morelorn…"
Janet was now brushing her teeth, with a relaxed expression on her face, looking for to some quality time with her husband.
"Marc oh don duer kianave kihér tolic," the woman continued chanting as she reached for a dagger and dragged it along her right palm, cutting it and dripped blood on the bristles of the toothbrush. "Echranmuk madan fiéré fiahohshee shé morelorn…"
Janet stop brushing when she felt a stabbing pain in her mouth. Wincing, she reached into her mouth to feel her teeth and was startled when one of her front teeth became loose, and it fell out in her hand. She stared in shock at both the tooth and the blood staining her hand. "Oh god."
"Marc oh don duer kianave kihér tolic einder bolic," said the woman as she continued dripping blood onto the toothbrush. "Madan fiéré…"
Wincing as she felt more pain, Janet turned away from the mirror and felt around the inside of her mouth with her tongue, becoming scared.
"Fiahohshee shé morelorn," the woman chanted, now with anger as she continued dripping blood onto the toothbrush. "Marc oh don…"
Wincing at the intense pain, Janet reached inside her mouth and removed another tooth. "What the?" she put both teeth in one and began breathing hard as the pain continued to get worse. "Paul!"
"Duer kianave kihér tolic einder bolic," said the woman, pausing for a moment to watch as more blood dripped onto the toothbrush and then continued. "Fiahohshee shé morelorn…"
Hearing his wife's cry of fear, Paul ran back into the bedroom and faced the bathroom, taking in his wife's terrified expression. "What is it?" he asked, spotting the blood around his wife's mouth.
"It's my teeth," Janet answered, showing him the teeth and the blood in her hand.
Seeing this, Paul rushed forward, but the bathroom door slammed shut on its' own, and the deadbolt locked into place on its own, too. Scared now, he pounded on the door. "Janet!"
`"Help me!"` Janet screamed, terrified as the pain got even worse and blood began dripping out of her mouth.
The woman continued chanting and dripping blood on to the toothbrush, her anger growing stronger and stronger. "Duer kianave…"
Janet began choking and bent over the sink, coughing up blood and more teeth while Paul banged on the door, trying to get inside.
"Kihér tolic," the woman chanted, balled her hand into a fist in order to make the blood drip faster. "Echran…"
Choking, gasping, and crying, Janet coughed up more blood and teeth into the sink while Paul kept trying to get inside.
"Muk madan." The woman dripped blood onto the brush with determination. "Fiéré fiah…"
Coughing up blood and teeth, Janet staggered away from the sink clamping a hand over her mouth as she continued to choke.
In the bedroom, Paul continued pounding on the door, shouting his wife's name repeatedly, and kept trying to get inside.
"Ohshee," the woman said and then shouted the final two words as she stabbed the blood covered bristles with the dagger. "Einder bolic!"
Not hearing his wife anymore and fearing the worse, Paul backed away from the bathroom door and then moved forward to kick it down-
-the deadbolt turned on its' own again and the door swung slowly open, and he stared in horror as his wife was revealed. Janet was lying motionlessly on the floor with blood surrounding her mouth, and the sink was splattered with blood and teeth.
"Janet! NO!"
The next morning, Paul was sitting on the bed in the bedroom, a distraught expression on his face as he spoke to Dean and Liz while Sam searched the bathroom for clues as to what happened.
"She was so scared," Paul explained, swallowing. "I couldn't help. I couldn't do anything to stop it. And I've talked to the police, and I've talked to the medical examiner and no one can explain it."
"Well that's why they put the call in to us, Mr. Dutton," Dean told him, writing notes into a notepad.
"But the CDC, that's disease control right?" Paul asked, sniffing. "What do you think; it's some kind of virus?"
Hearing this, Sam quietly shut the door and did a more serious search of the bathroom while listening to the conversation in the bedroom and keeping tabs on Paul's emotions, which were currently in turmoil with confusion and sadness.
`"We're not ruling out anything yet,"` Liz told Paul. `"Mr. Dutton did Janet have any enemies?"`
`"I'm sorry?"`
"Anyone that might have a reason to hurt her?" Dean asked, ignoring the question.
"Wait, what are you saying?" Paul asked, worried. "That somebody poisoned her?"
Sam noted the shift of emotions as he pulled out his flashlight and checked under the sink. It was there that he found a hex bag that'd been shoved in the u-bend of the piping.
'Not again,' he thought, pulling the hex bag out as the questioning continued in the other room.
"Mr. Dutton, we have to cover every base here," Liz told him, noting how he was tensing up at the questions. "These are just routine questions."
"Well, I mean, what kind of poison?" Paul asked, not paying attention to what Liz had just said, distraught at the thought of someone actually harming his wife. "You think a person could have done this?"
"Would anyone want to?" Dean asked, exchanging a look with Liz, and both were wishing that Sam were doing the questioning instead.
"What?!" Paul yelped. "No, no, there's just no one that could've-" he then stopped as he realized something and didn't even react when Sam opened the door.
"Mr. Dutton?" Liz asked.
Paul started and then cleared his throat, focusing again. "Uh, everyone loved Janet."
Sam nodded at Dean and Liz so that they knew that he was done investigating.
"Okay. Thank you very much," Dean said. "I think we've got everything we need. We'll get out of your way now." And they left the bedroom.
It was raining when the Winchesters walked out of the house toward the Impala.
"That dude seem a little evasive to you?" Dean asked as they reached the sidewalk.
"Yeah, he's definitely hidin' something," Sam agreed, "but I don't know what it could be since I was under a sink, pulling this out." he then took the hex bag out of his pocket and handed it to Dean and they all stopped as he took the bag and opened it. "Hex bag."
"Awww gross," Dean groaned, eying the contents.
"Not again," Liz muttered, recalling the incident at the movie theater in Provo, Utah last year.
Sam nodded. "Yeah, there are bird bones, rabbit's teeth. This cloth is probably cut from something Janet Dutton owned."
Dean looked back at the house for a second, turned back, handed the bag to Sam, and walked toward the Impala again. "So we're thinking witch?"
"Uh, yeah, and not some new age wicked water douser either," Sam confirmed. "This is old world black magic Dean, Liz, I mean, warts and all."
"I can't believe we're dealin' with witches again," Liz complained.
They got into the car and Dean faced Sam while Liz leaned between them.
"I hate witches," he declared and both Sam and Liz chuckled. "They're always spewing their bodily fluids everywhere."
"Pretty much," Sam agreed.
"No kiddin'," Liz muttered.
Dean's face darkened at the thought. "It's creepy, you know," he continued, "it's down right unsanitary."
"Yeah, well someone definitely had it out for Janet Dutton," Sam remarked.
"Yeah, someone who snuck into that house and planted the bag," Liz agreed.
"So what are we thinking, we're uh, looking for some old craggy Blair bitch in the woods?" Dean asked.
Sam shrugged. "No it could be anyone. Neighbor, coworker, man, woman that's the problem Dean, Liz, they're human, and they're like everyone else."
"That's for sure," Liz groaned, sitting back. "Remember how long it took to id that witch back in Utah?"
"Yeah, I remember." Dean sighed. "Great how do we find 'em?"
"This wasn't random. Someone in Janet Dutton's life had an ugly axe to grind," Sam said thoughtfully. "And it might have something to do with Paul Dutton, based on his reaction earlier. So, we find the motive-"
"We find the murderer," Liz finished.
Sam nodded, distractedly. "Yeah."
Both Dean and Liz noticed this. "You okay, Sammy?"
"Yeah…" Sam said vaguely and then blinked, shaking his head. "Um, yeah…I just – I thought I sensed something else, but I'm not sure."
Dean and Liz shared uneasy looks. Since leaving Plymouth, MA two weeks ago, they've crossed paths with at least two demons bent on killing them. The good news was that they were able to get the drop on the demons instead and had exorcised one back into hell while having to use the Colt on the other since Sam could only sense the demon in the body it'd taken over.
"You're not sensin' another demon are you?" Dean asked and Sam shrugged. "Great. We let's get back to the motel so that we can be ready to follow Paul around." He then started the Impala as his siblings agreed, and pulled away from the curb, driving off in the rain.
Later that same day, and in a different neighborhood, a brunette-haired woman named Elizabeth was attending to her garden when her neighbor, a brown-haired woman named Amanda pulled into her driveway and got out of the car.
Elizabeth looked up and tried to get Amanda's attention. "Amanda."
Distracted, Amanda didn't hear, grabbed a grocery bag out of the back seat of her car, and started to walk to her front door, a white bandaged was wrapped tightly around her right hand.
"Hey Amanda!" Elizabeth called out, louder this time.
Amanda started and looked at her. "Oh, Elizabeth, hi," she gasped. "Sorry, I've got like a thousand things on my mind." And then she resumed walking toward the door to her house.
"Are you okay sweetie?" Elizabeth asked, clearly concerned about her friend's well-being since she noticed that Amanda had seemed offish for the past week, and the bandage on her hand had her concerned. "You didn't come to book club last night."
"Yeah, sorry I was gonna call, I just – I got busy you know?" Amanda apologized. "But I'm fine, really, I am." And she hurried into her house waving her hand behind her at Elizabeth, who didn't look convinced.
'What's going on with her?' Elizabeth wondered and went back to her garden while her husband trimmed the bushes next to their home.
Amanda entered her home, walked into the kitchen, and set down the grocery bag on the counter. She stood there for a moment and then went to the oven. She opened the door and reached in to take out a platter with a cooked chicken and vegetables on it.
Amanda set the platter on the counter and the food on it was rotten, which was covered flies, maggots and worms crawling all over it. 'One down and one to go.'
That night, Paul was sitting in his car, which he'd parked in a parking lot, unable to go home; after a moment, he reached over and turned on the radio. Every Rose Has it's Thorn by Poison started to play on the radio as he began to eat a burger. 'God, Janet, I miss you so much.'
In her home, Amanda entered her living room, wearing a black night gown, and walked toward the altar, which was covered with occult objects, including a candle, bones and symbols drawn on wood. She placed the platter of rotten food where Janet's toothbrush had been the night before, and picked up the same dagger she sliced her hand with previously and looked at it. 'No one does that to me, no one.'
Meanwhile, Paul was chewing the food he'd eaten as the song continued playing; sighing, he put down the burger and went to check his watch, but his wrist was bare and he was confused. 'Where'd my watch go?'
He was sure that he'd put his watch on that morning, didn't he?
"Echranmuk madan fiéré marc oh don," Amanda began chanting, placing a watch on the platter with the rotten food and continued her incantation. "Duer kianave kihér tolic einder bolic marc oh don duer kianave. This dinner was cooked for you Paul Arthur Dutton," she snarled and stabbed the dinner with the dagger. "Now you're going to eat it."
Paul was still chewing and holding his burger as the radio suddenly went static and the song changed to I Put a Spell on You by Screamin' Jay Hawkins. Frowning, he laid down his burger on the passenger seat of his car, unaware of maggots falling out onto the wrapper.
He reached over and turned off the radio. Picking up his burger again he took another bite and began to chew, but makes a face when he tasted something wrong, and he started to reach into his mouth. Instead he lifted up his burger and looked down at it, where he saw that it was covered in maggots.
"Aah, oh!" he moaned, feeling ill. He put down the burger as I Put a Spell on You came back on the radio and he leaned forward, starting to choke; he opened the door of his car, falling out onto the pavement and was hunched over when the Winchesters arrived in the Impala. Both Dean and Liz ran over to Paul and yelled at Sam.
"Check the car!"
Reaching into the car, Sam searched under the dashboard and steering column while Dean and Liz tried to help Paul, who was still gagging.
"Sam!" Liz shouted.
After a few seconds, Sam found the hex bag and pulled it out. "Got it!" he got up with the hex bag in his hand while Dean and Liz pulled Paul up from the pavement, leaning him against the car.
"Come on!" Dean ordered.
Pulling out a lighter, Sam lit the hex bag on fire and dropped it to the ground as it glowed with blue and green flames.
Amanda started to cut her hand with the dagger and continue the ritual when the platter of rotting food burst into blue/green flames.
"Oh!" she gasped, terrified as the food continued to burn. "How-?!"
When the spell broke, Paul quickly recovered and leaned back against his car, breathing hard.
"You okay?" Dean asked.
"What the hell is happening to me?!" Paul demanded, gasping.
"Someone murdered your wife and now they're trying to kill you," Liz explained. "That's what's happening to you."
"That's impossible!" Paul protested. "There's no way-"
"If we hadn't have been following you, you'd be a doornail right now," Dean cut in. "Now who wants you dead?"
Paul swallowed, his eyes wide. "I-uh…"
"Come on think," Dean ordered.
Paul gulped, thinking. "There's a woman – uh…"
Liz nodded. "A woman, okay?"
"An affair – a mistake," Paul explained, "she was un-balanced, she was blackmailing me and I put an end to it a week ago."
"What's her name?" Sam asked.
Paul stared at them, confused by everything that was going on. "What could she have to do with-?"
"Paul, what is her name?" Dean demanded.
Amanda was frantically flipping through the pages of a book with occult symbols on it and a foreign language was written around the symbols, trying to find a different spell to use against Paul. Just then, a wind blew through her house, blowing out the candles on her altar.
Amanda looked around uneasily…she screamed, dropped the book, and held out her left arm where one cut had already been sliced in her wrist vertically. Two more sliced down next to that cut with no visible assailant and blood began to pour out of the wounds.
"No! No…" she gasped, terrified, and then screamed in pain. "Aah no! Three more cuts sliced into her right wrist vertically matching those on her left wrist and blood poured out of them despite her screams in protest. She then fainted. She fell forward, pushing the altar off the table and landed face down on her glass coffee table as the blood from her cut wrists pooled around her arms, her eyes shut.
Something had taken her out.
A/N: Okay, I think I just scared myself a little with how I ended this chapter. R&R everyone!