In an old cabin in the woods of Florence, South Carolina
Sam and Dean knew that there was a wiccan in the cabin. This Wiccan has been terrorizing many different people with different spells that have no connection between them. They all seem so random. Once they found the cabin all they had to do was destroy the alter and kill him. Dean burst through the front door. They wiccan didn't look surprised to see Dean. "Dean."
"Shut the fuck up. Why are you putting deadly spells on the people in this town?" Dean yelled pointing his gun at the wiccan's head.
"Oh Dean, I'm not putting spell on these people. I'm giving them what they truly want. Some of them come to me for money, revenge, knowledge, love, and death."
"Well, you have to stop."
Sam stood behind Dean with his gun out pointed at the wiccan again. "I could help you, Dean."
"How could you help me?"
"Give you life."
"I'm living right now."
"Yes, you spent 2 years in hell and didn't break. Castiel the angel pulled you out of the pit and you didn't break the first seal to break Lucifer out of his cage. Sam got to kill Lilith without that demon bitch, Ruby. After those 2 years, or 200 years in Hell time, you feel dead on the inside. I know what you really want."
"What is he talking about, Dean?" Sam asked. "What does he mean 200 years hell time?"
"Time is different in Hell. I didn't spend 2 years down there. It was 200."
"I do have to give you props. You beat your father. Lasted nearly a century."
"What do you mean you can give me what I want?" Dean snapped.
The wiccan smiled and hopped around the room placing a white sheet on the ground with a candle. The he began to do this chant.
'Gignitur carnis meae, arma in te incolumem custodiat,
Custos auditor sanguine magis ad generationem.
In cordibus et in animis modo, sed vivit genus, species,
Ut adduceret fructus recentis tomorrows, expandam gaudia, tristitias perferre.'
"What are you doing?" Dean yelled.
The wiccan said that chant two more times before walking up to Dean. Sam had walked around and over to the alter. Sam flipped the alter and destroyed it. The Wiccan smiled and touched Dean's abdomen with two hands then Dean and Sam both shot him in the chest and back.
In seconds a sharp pain was sent through Dean body. His knees buckled, sending him to the floor. Sam ran over to him. "Dean?"
The surge of pain passed and he felt normal again. "I'm fine. That was weird."
"You're telling me."
"So, time's different down there."
"Yeah, it was hard to not break. I was on that rack for 30 years before I almost got off. 100 years pass and Alastair asked the same question he ask me every day. He'd put down his blade if I picked one up. I told him to stick it where the sun shines. 150 years I considered Alastair's option. I ended up just spitting in his face. Then 200 years came up. That day was different. A figure grabbed my shoulder. I woke up in a pine box. It smelt like someone died in there..." Dean smirked. "I climbed out and it was a A-bomb went off. Then I found you at Bobby's."
"Damn, I wonder what life would be like if you broke at 40 years? I didn't find Lilith until a year and a half after you died. I killed Ruby right when I found her. I wonder what would have happened if I kept her alive?"
"I don't want to think about that. I just want to think about what spell that fucking wiccan put on me. He did something before we turned him into a donut."
"Yeah, we have a long ways before we get to Bobby's."
"Let's get going."
"Can we start in the morning? It's late."
"Alright, we leave first thing in the morning."
"Yes, mom."
"Bitch."
"Jerk."
They got the Impala and drive to a motel and slept. It was early when they got up and left. '5:30'
They drove non-stop except for bathroom break all the way to St. Louis, Missouri. 12 long hours. They found Dean's favorite diner in St. Louis, Connor's diner, it eat and rest before they were on the road again.
"I'm going to call Bobby."
"Why didn't you do that earlier?"
"I was waiting for something to happen to you."
"Alright, so nothing bad has happened yet."
"Exactly." Sam said as he grabbed his phone out of his pocket and walked out of the motel room.
"Hell-o"
"Hey, Bobby, it's Sam."
"What the hell happened to you idjits this time?"
"We don't know, exactly."
"What the hell happened?"
"We were hunting a wiccan when he was in the middle of doing a spell. He started chanting this saying in Latin and then touched Dean on the stomach with both his hand before we shot him dead."
"Just keep an eye on him for a while and see if anything out of the usual happens."
"We were thin king about heading over to you."
"Don't come over until you find out what's wrong or get more information on the spell so I can actually help, ya idjit."
"Alright, alright, we are in St. Louis. We'll look for a case and I'll keep an eye on him."
"Call me when you do."
"Will do." Bobby hung up.
Sammy put his phone and walked back into the motel room.
"So what's up?"
"Bobby told us keep looking for cases. He said for me to keep an eye on you for anything bad to happen. Other than that we just keep hunting."
"Well, nothing bad has happened yet. Let's hope it stays that way."