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"Why do warlocks only come out at three in the morning?" Dean asked his brother, as they marched through the woods.

"Because they hate sunlight." Sam replied, getting a glare for answering a rhetorical question. Dean stepped forward, ignoring Sam and pointing his sawed-off shotgun in front of him. Sam followed, remembering that his brother was not a happy person this early in the morning. The brothers walked as quietly as possible, trying to surprise their prey.

They came upon a small log cabin type house, with the windows lit and smoke curling out of the chimney. Sam walked up next to Dean and gave him a look; Dean nodded. This was the right place. Sam was suddenly reminded of the witch's gingerbread house in Hansel and Gretel, and suppressed a shiver.

Dean and Sam walked over to the front door, paused for a moment, then Dean kicked it in.

"What the-" Yelled the man inside, and quickly stopped when Dean pointed his gun at him. The man moved back from the fireplace, and Sam thought that he looked more like a businessman than a warlock, with his short grey-black hair and trench coat.

"Sam!" Dean said, and his little brother splashed holy water on the man. He screamed in agony, but seemed to get over the pain faster then a demon would.

"You must be the Winchesters." He said, glaring at them.

"Yes we are." said Dean, grinning like he always did when their enemy recognized them.

"I was expecting you…" The warlock said, then he drew a handful of herbs from his pocket, and threw them into the fire.

A huge explosion rocked through the house and threw the Winchesters against the wall. They hit the ground a second later, unconscious. The warlock calmly walked over to them, unaffected by his own magical backlash. He considered killing them, but where was the fun in that? An idea struck him, he grinned evilly and chanted a few lines of twisted Latin over the brothers, then left them to their fate.

Dean woke up and shook his head groggily. The warlock was gone, the fire was out, and so was Sam. Dean opened his mouth to wake his brother, but no sound came out. He tried again, and still couldn't speak. He grabbed Sam's shoulder and shook him awake. Sam woke and stared at Dean like he didn't know what was going on. He opened his mouth, then looked thunderstruck when he couldn't talk either. Sam gave Dean a 'what the hell's happening' look, and the older Winchester shrugged. He got up and started to walk out when Sam grabbed his shoulder. His little brother gave him another look, and Dean shrugged again. What else could he do? Sam rolled his eyes. Dean glared at him, then made a 'come on' gesture while walking off towards the Impala. Sam, lacking any other choice, followed him.

It was almost totally silent on the ride home, since neither of them could talk and the stereo was turned down low. Sam stared out the windshield dejectedly and Dean was considering kicking him for being so irritatingly depressed. They pulled up in front of the salvage yard, and Bobby ambushed them right outside of the car.

"'Ja get 'im?" He asked. Sam looked down and Dean glared at him. "I'll take that as a no." Bobby said. "What happened then?" Neither of them answered. "C'mon guys, you have to tell me somethin'!" Bobby glared at them, and Sam opened his mouth to explain, and yet again nothing came out. That didn't stop Sam though, and he kept mouthing the words but made no sound. Bobby's eyebrows shot up.

"What the hell? Can you talk Sam?" Sam shook his head, then pointed to Dean and shook it again. "Dean can't talk either?" They both nodded. Bobby sighed, "well, I guess you should head back up to the house then."

The two of them were spread out in Bobby's library, reading and trying to find out a way to get their voices back. Dean turned a page and yawned soundlessly. Man he was tired… Sam looked like he was half asleep already. Dean started humming, trying to keep himself awake. Sam's head snapped up at the sound. He grabbed the notebook and pen that Bobby gave him and scribbled something on it. He waved it around until Dean noticed he was holding it. You're humming! It said.

Dean shrugged, saying 'so what'? Sam scribbled in the notebook more. If you can hum, maybe your voice is coming back. Dean opened his mouth, and still couldn't talk. He shook his head at Sam, who went back to his paper.

Try singing. He wrote, looking at his brother hopefully. Dean picked up his own notebook.

Singing? he gave Sam a 'WTF?' look, but Sam just nodded. Dean sighed, then opened his mouth and out came the lyrics to the song he was humming, 'Enter Sandman.'

Exit Light

Enter Night

Take my hand

Off to never never land

Sam smiled, and Bobby rushed down the stairs at hearing Dean's voice.

"Was that you?" He asked Dean, who nodded, still a little shocked. Sam tried singing what he wanted to say but nothing came out. So he wrote Dean can sing in his notebook and showed it to Bobby. "Can you?" He asked Sam, who shook his head. "That doesn't make sense. If you're both under the same spell, then you should be able to sing." He thought for a minute. "What were you trying to say anyway?" Sam pointed at the paper. "Try singing an actual song."

Sam opened his mouth to sing, and Dean plugged his ears. Sam glared at him.

"Ignore him." Bobby said.

Something's wrong, shut the light

Heavy thoughts tonight

And they aren't of snow white

Sam looked shocked that the words had actually come out of his mouth, and Dean shot Bobby a look, 'see why I covered my ears?' Fortunately for him, Sam missed the look and started humming.

Why can we sing? Dean asked Bobby.

"I think it's because of a spell loophole." Dean raised his eyebrow. "Well, if the fine-print of the spell says you can't talk, but says nothing about singing, then you can still get away with it. And you can only sing actual lyrics, because sing-talking would be the same as talking normally. Dean scowled, and Bobby shrugged.

"So now I know more about the spell, it'll be easier to find it in the books, and hopefully a way to reverse it." Bobby went back to researching, and the brothers went to sleep.

"Morning boys" Bobby said with a yawn as the brothers walked downstairs in the morning. Dean nodded in his direction, then went to the kitchen to get breakfast. Sam held his notebook out to Bobby, Did you find anything? Bobby sighed.

"Well, I pulled an all nighter, but I can't find the spell. I think it's one of the warlock's personal spells, and if it is, he's the only one who can reverse it." Sam hung his head, and Dean re-appeared in the library with toast. "But I did find something that would give him a little incentive to help…"

'Enter Sandman' By Metallica, and all the songs are picked out by my Song Consultant MidnightAsh7184 (love you ashie!) Reveiws make me happy ;)