Chapter 1- The Witch
Dean's POV
He was in the impala. It had been a while since he had done an old fashioned hunt. Sam was busy with something else, so it was just him. Bobby kicked him out to go do something, the constant boredom from no new hunts was getting to him. He was told to investigate this town as there had been some weird activity here recently. So far it seemed like it was the work of a witch. No angels or demons, just a regular witch-hunt. The garden store in front of him offered a clue to the supposed witch.
"Hi, I'm Dean. I'm here to look into the robbery of some of your merchandise. Can you tell me what happened?"
"I've already told the police what I knew." The tag on his apron said Ben, and he seemed like he was already exhausted.
"It won't hurt to tell it again. I might find something that my colleagues haven't."
Dean smiled, and his attentiveness to the story persuaded Ben to continue.
"I came into the store and found some of my merchandise gone. I don't know why they would rob my store, it's not like I have a lot of money. The funniest thing though, they never touched the cash register which is what most people go for. I don't know why they went for the plants."
Ben scratched his head. He showed signs of balding at the top of his head, and wore an apron that had green stains all over. He smiled at Dean despite the fact that it was near closing time for the shop.
"Did anyone come into your shop the week before to look at the plants?" He was creating a suspects list to look into afterwards.
"Well, Harry came in three days before the robbery. But it can't be him. He has his own plants, which are even more than mine."
Ben spoke fondly of the man, disbelieving that he could've done it.
"How long has Harry been in the town?" While the guy might have more than Ben, the witch might have ran out of a particular one and stole a bunch to hide which he was aiming for.
"He's been here around 8 he must have really good genes! Boy looks the same as he was since coming to Griffin's Eyre"
That tidbit was extremely interesting, seeing as witches commonly have longevity.
"Don't give him too much of a rough time. He's had a rough life, but he's put it all behind him. Right now, he's raising a boy, Teddy, whose parents had named him godfather before their deaths in a war. The two of them have brought back life to this town. Everyone respects what the two have done for us. Even old Jed likes him, and he hates his own grandchildren."
A protective tone was taken in defense of the clearly loved family member of the town.
"Can you give me his address? I won't do anything to him. He might remember something, that could help lead me to the real culprit."
He knew that while the guy might seem innocent, some witches were good at hiding what they were. If it turns out this Harry was innocent, he still might know who the culprit is, given that only a witch would have that many herbs. Witches knew other witches; he could still probably get a clue if the lead didn't pan out.
"Alright, he should be at home right now. Harry's in the house that's by the Church, it's full of plants in the yard."
He gestured out the window. Dean could see the Church at the end of the road.
"Thanks."
Dean looked for the house, and as he pulled up, he saw plants that were well cared for. As he pulled up to the house, the sound of wings echoed.
"What's up Cas? Did something happen?"
The questions were rushed out as he parked the impala.
"No, I'm simply here to inform you that . . . Why are you getting off? There is nothing here."
Castiel changed mid-sentence, seemingly confused by Dean's actions. He followed getting out of the car.
"Can you not see the house in front of you?" Dean sarcastically replied with an exasperated tone and face palming.
"There is no house." Castiel replied with a tilt in his head.
"Well, I can see a house. If you can't, then the witch must have hid it."
Dean grabbed Castiel's hand and pushed it against the pale peach color of the wall. Castiel seemed surprised, when both their eyes caught the necklace glowing. Rapidly recovering from the fact of that it was glowing, Castiel seemed to brighten.
"This is the first time I've seen it glow with such strength."
"I refuse to believe that we would just stumble on him, our luck just isn't that good. It's probably a trap."
"No, the amulet cannot be tricked."
Dean ruffles his hair in frustration. He turns and heavy footsteps resound as he walks up to the door.
"What are you doing?"
"Either way, your theory or mine can't be tested unless we talk to the person in here."
The angel looked as close to panicking as he had ever seen. He also looked as if he would run away too.
"Isn't this what you were looking for? Are you chickening out after everything you've done so far?"
Castiel's form straightened, he glowed with a white light for a brief moment.
"What was that for?!"
"I tidied up my wings. Since my fall, I have been less concerned with my appearance. It has steadily gotten messier as a result. Do you think He will notice?"
The fretfulness Cas showed made him laugh. The angel seemed to worry over his appearance when he had not cared before. The two marched up to the door and rang the bell.
Castiel's POV
They hear footsteps and then a thud sounds. A child's laughter is heard.
"Ouch! Teddy, I've told you not to leave your toys in the hallway. Are you doing this on purpose? I will ground you from desert. if you keep doing this."
The unknown male voice is heard through the door, his voice friendly and full of fond exasperation. The white door starts to swing, he notices the plaque holds the name Peverell in cursive. Castiel feels the amulet burn hotter as if in response. He feels as if his stomach is full of stones.
