The witch sprinted through the dense forestry, her dress snagging on every leaf and branch around her; the hunters had cast a ritual impeding her powers, but she could see every one of them through the eyes and ears of the inhabitants of the wood.
"Singer, flank left," she saw his face as he called out, ginger hair and that five o'clock shadow that all of the hunters seemed to wear at one point or another. Daniel Elkins, his name whispered through her mind like a shrill breeze, Elkins hefted a shotgun and seemed to be directing the others, "Winchester, to the right, we'll get this bitch." She could hear them growing closer and closer, she wouldn't be able to outrun them forever. The next man appeared in her line of sight one with dark reddish brown hair and a more pronounced beared and a truckers cap. Robert Singer, a sudden burst of anger overcame her and one of the roots raised of its own accord and the hunter caught his foot on it and tripped, accompanied by a loud cry of 'Balls'.
"You alright, Bobby?"yet another man appeared at the fallen hunter's side, dark skinned with a pronounced goatee, Rufus Turner, he helped his fallen comrade to his feet and the two resumed the witch hunt,
"Yeah, let's just kill the witch and be done with it," Bobby replied and the witch in question kept running, "You go ahead Rufus, I'll cover you," another man, this one wearing all black, a priest or rather a pastor, as evident by white in his collar, James Murphy. One more, the last appeared beside the others, dark haired and a dark five o'clock shadow like Elkins, John Winchester. Now she knew all of their faces, all of their names, the five men who had come to kill her. Rufus nodded and rushed ahead after her; she looked around, the hunters had surrounded her and were approaching her at every side. The witch scrambled up into the limbs of a tree and began to chant quickly in Latin,
"I've got a shot!" John Winchester called,
"Take it!" Bobby called back and John pulled the trigger; there was a flash of yellowish light as the gunshot rang through the forest and the witch's body fell from the tree, a gaping hole in her neck that spewed crimson onto the forest floor. The witch's watched from above as the hunters congregated around her corpse, "Seven hells, she was quick."Bobby commented,
"Amen to that,"Elkins nudged the corpse with his foot,
"You sure she's dead?" Rufus asked,
"Cut her head off and salt and burn the body," John said, looking impatient, "A week, a whole week it took to find her, Sam and Dean are in a motel out of town, I need to get back."
"The life's no place for kids," the Pastor said and John glared at him
"What did you expect me to do? Leave them? I can't leave the life, Mary's killer is still out there." John said and the witch suddenly became worried, a body, she needed a body, before the hunters salted and burnt hers. She scanned the town and found one, an empty body of a newborn, it had just flat lined, and she could see the weeping parents looking down on their child. The witch hurtled towards the hospital building, ethereal and invisible, feeling the feint feeling of oil being poured over her body.
"Hurry up!" Bobby said to Rufus, who was attempting to light a match on a rock, "Don't want the witch coming back because some idjit can't light a match."
Her essence sank into the child, filling the small body and initiating the heart monitor again.
"Doctor!" the father was the first to yell out, as the witch sank into the consciousness and bonded with the body as her new host. "Someone! DOCTOR!" two doctors hurtled into the ward,
"A miracle," one of them breathed, and the five names rolled around her fading mind, John Winchester, Robert Singer, Pastor James Murphy, Rufus Turner. They would all live to regret what they had done, but not today, her mind disintegrated as all of the memories of her live buried themselves in the back of her mind and she fell into the darkness of the sleep of a newborn.