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Dean crouched behind a tree, cursing as he fumbled with his gun, trying to change its clip in the dark of the forest. He could hear Sam firing, but somehow the damned witch was deflecting their bullets. Sick bitch.

Then he heard silence. He willed himself to quiten his ragged breathing, trying to hear Sam moving, or anything. But it was quite all around.

He slowly got up from him spot behind a huge oak tree, peering into the dark, trying to find his brother and the bitch. He saw then a bit far off from where he was, and what he saw made his heart stick in his throat.

He saw Sammy in a clearing on the dead grass, a senseless heap on the ground, his arm bent at an awkward angle. The witch was nearing him, muttering something under her breath, raising an arm slowly to point at Sam.

Anger coursed through his body, and he saw red. "STAY AWAY FROM MY BROTHER YOU SICK BITCH!" Dean yelled as he jumped out of his spot, running towards the witch, gun in his hands, shooting at her. But again, the witch deflected them all. He'd almost gotten near enough to shoot the bitch without missing but she vanished, leaving him shooting the air.

He saw Sam move and groan slightly and went to help his brother up. "Sammy? You okay?" He said, shaking Sam's shouders lightly, not wanting to hurt the arm. Sam mumbled something and tried getting up but fell back down, groaning.

"Whoa whao easy there macho-man, your arm's broken. No need to hurry up. Bitch's vanished anyway. We'll find her later. Now take it easy and try getting up, 'kay Sam?"

"You should really stop calling me a 'bitch'," Dean heard a voice behind him, coming from the trees. Dean immediately pushed Sam down behind him, causing him to groan again.

"Get the hell away from us,"Dean growled, still sheilding Sam with his body.

"Why? Because you can harm me? Well your bullets did a hell of a job,"she said, laughing. "I'm a 500 year old witch. Do you really think something like those pieces of metal are going to harm ME?"

Saying that she raised her hand, she pointed and shouted something at Dean, and Dean saw dark all around, finding it hard to breathe. He tried to get out of where ever he was, but somehow he couldn't figure out where the hell he was. He heard the gun go off and someone fall to the ground.

Dean was getting breathless from struggling about, getting panicky. He'd been claustrophobic ever since he'd come back from Hell. Where ever he was right now, didn't have enough oxygen. He felt dizzy, hearing the blood buzz in hear ears and Sam's faint calls. He could barely feel anything around him. He tried to open his mouth to reply but couldn't. He blacked out, thankful for the darkness.