Hansel, Hansel, Gretel, and Castiel – Chapter 2

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The witch approached Sam with the long knife as she leaned forward, breathing her foul fetid breath on him, Sam reared back as he avoided her face, "She could bottled that foul breath of hers and sell it; it'll kill anyone who smells it right away."

"Too skinny…" the witch muttered. "Must eat more." She then moved to Crowley and felt his arm and smiled, "Hmm…just right. Lots of meat for my pie." She uttered as she began to pierce him with the sharp knife and when she tasted his blood, she dropped the knife and began to shrieke loudly!

"Burns! It burns my mouth! What evil creature are you?" She came near at Crowley only to be pushed away by a very pretty red-headed woman they hadn't known had walked into the room, "Move aside, sister!" The ugly witch fell on the floor but the red-head paid her no heed. "They are mine, especially this one." She smiled at Crowley as she batted her eyes at him. "Oh yes, there's something about him that makes me warm all over." She moved close to Crowley, "What's your name, handsome?"

"Well, everyone calls me Crowley, pretty." He returned her smiles.

She guffawed suddenly, "Oh! He calls me pretty! I'm pretty!" She picked up her skirt and pulled it over her face to hide her embarrassment, exposing her dirty knickers!

"Well, at least she's decently dressed." Emily snarked.

The red-head snapped her head at Emily angrily, "You will not speak to me thus!" She slapped her suddenly. "There, be quiet there, wench."

Emily winced as the slap on her cheek stung.

Crowley frowned but quickly grinned at her, "Serves you right for speaking out of turn, pet."

The red-head watched their exchange, "Are you acquainted with this wretched soul?" She pointed at Emily. The ugly witch had gotten up at this point and was squeezing Emily's arm.

"Crowley!" Dean called out. "You'd better think before you answer her."

Crowley grinned at Dean, "I hardly doubt you're in any position to lecture me, Dean."

Emily grinned, "I can handle my own, Dean. Hey! I'm with him...I'm his sister." She told the red-head.

"Sister?" She turned to Crowley. "Does she speak the truth?"

Crowley sighed and nodded, "Yes, and she is my annoying little sister, my dear. So how about you set us all free? We're all together, my dearest. You set us free and I'll make it worth your while."

The red head began to laugh out loud, "You?" She turned to her sister. "Do you hear that, sister? He'll make it worth my while." She held the knife out as she slashed it down fast in the air, Crowley found himself free and unbound, as well as Emily and Sam as they quickly turned to Dean and Castiel and free them as well.

Emily saw that the cage was locked with some sort of a magical lock.

"I can't get it unlock, Dean!" Emily looked around for something to break it.

Dean began to look around too until he saw Castiel sitting in a corner and frowned at him, "Cas! Give us a hand, will you?"

Castiel extended his hand and offered it to Dean.

"Oh, thanks. You're a big help." He shook his head as he turned away from him and continued his search. "Ju

Crowley in the meantime approached the red-headed witch and began to engage in a conversation, "What's your name, pretty?"

The red-headed witch sniggered as she pressed her body up against Crowley and ran her hand on his chest until her forefinger reached his chin, "I'm Rubella."

Crowley captured her hand and pushed it to her side, "Well Rubella, a delight. How about letting the rest of my friends out?"

She looked over to the cage and shook her head as she pouted at Crowley, "Oh no! I wanted to serve a grand feast in your honor. Davina is eager to begin the roast."

"Who is Davina?" Crowley inquired as he kept his gaze on her while the others kept trying to free Dean and Castiel.

Rubella pointed at the ugly witch was by the large stove. "That is Davina, my beloved and beautiful sister, don't you think, Crowley?"

He looked over to her and shuddered but nodded, "Oh, she is a beaut."

Rubella laughed again, "Davina! Did you hear that? He calls you a beaut…what is a beaut?." Davina turned around and approached Crowley and raising her horrible hand began to stroke him affectionately.

"Pretty." Davina said.

Crowley began to gag as her putrid breath spread out to Crowley and made him dizzy. "Yes…That's what is means too. My god!"

Dean was grinning, "What's the matter Crowley? Don't you find her attractive?"

"You guys owe me lots…big when we ever get out of here alive." He said to them.

"Just keep them busy, Crowley…you're doing a great job." Sam encouraged him while he kept looking for a way out, "Front door is locked from the inside," he turned to lock at the knife. "That knife thingy is magic."

"The knife…get the knife from her…it has magical powers!" Dean pointed at it.

"It must be a wand!" Emily nodded. "Try to get it from her, Crow…ley."

Crowley turned to her slightly, "Ah…progress, pet?"

"Don't push it, just get the knife-wand thingy!" Emily urged him.

"Okay, okay, okay…let's not get testy!" Crowley said before he turned his attention back to Rubella and Davina

"Hmm…who is the prettiest?" Crowley glanced from Davina to Rubella and back to Davina.

Rubella frowned at her sister, "I saw him first! Get out of my way, Davina!" She pushed Davina who tripped and fell into the hot stove.

Davina began to struggle as her legs kicked all over as hot coals flew about out of the stove and landed on the floor.

Rubella began to clap and laughed as she watched her sister struggled, "Serves you right, Davina! Trying to take my Crowley!" She laughed happily and then turned to Crowley, "We'll have us a fine supper soon enough."

Crowley winced, "I'm not really hungry, love."

Sam was fanning the smoke away from his watering eyes, "Sisterly love, way to go!"

The smell coming from the stove was horrible as Davina burned and black smoke began to bellow out. Rubella opened a window to let out the black smoke.

They began to cough as the smoke was heavy and horrid.

"I think we need to go outside, Rubella!" Crowley was now coughing badly.

Rubella nodded as she led them out.

As soon as the door opened, Sam snatched the knife from Rubella's hand and stabbed her in her chest!

She screeched loudly as she glared at Sam, "YOU!" She fell on the floor and twitched a few times before she lay still, dead.

Crowley nudged her with his boot and saw that she was not moving and turned to them. "Well, we did it." He walked out without waiting for anyone.

Sam ran to the cage and jabbed at the lock with the knife a few times and it opened! "Abracadabra! Um…Hocus pocus! Shazam!"

Pulling it out, Sam opened the door as Dean and Castiel came out of the cage, "Good enough. Thanks." Dean nodded at his brother. "Let's get out of here."

Sam nodded as he turned to walk out of the door.

Dean looked at Emily as he held her hand, "You okay, hummingbird?"

She nodded as they walked out as well.

Castiel, being the last one to leave, looked at the stove, the feet was still sticking out.

"I don't think we're hungry at all." He then closed the door.

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They found the path and continued their journey.

Crowley turned to look at them, "Well, you're most welcome, all of you."

Dean frowned at him, "You want us to thank you?"

Crowley nodded proudly, "I did get you all out of the jam, those witches are horrifyingly… horrid. I should be amply rewarded."

"If if weren't for your greediness, we'd not have gotten in a pickle in the first place." Dean said angrily.

"Pickle?" Castiel frowned. "Ah! A preserved cucumber. I understand, Dean."

Emily was about to correct him when Dean pulled her back and shook his head.

"I hope there's a place to eat wherever we stop." Sam said. "I haven't had anything to eat since last night."

"Me too!" Dean nodded. "A couple of cheeseburgers sound good right now." He grinned.

"Food, how utterly human and boring." Crowley added as he walked next to Castiel. "I'm glad we're much above these puny puddles of mud pies."

Dean glared at him, "You know, you can go somewhere if we're not up to your standards."

"Oh, you'll do for now, Dean." Crowley glanced at him. "Until I tire of you and that little pet." He nodded at Emily.

"Need we remind you that you can't go anywhere until we find the Lance, Crow ears?" Emily taunted.

Crowley stopped walking and turned to face Emily, "You know, I'm really, really this close to stomping you until you're the most insignificant piece of dirt."

Emily faced him, "Oh, as if I'm so afraid of your empty threats, Crow head." She grinned before she walked away from him as she joined Dean who had walked ahead of him.

Dean chuckled with Sam as he shook his head, "I never thought I'd say this but I am actually enjoying this."

Sam nodded, "Me too. I told you Emily was fun to be around with."

Emily gave Sam a look, "Thanks Sam, glad to an amusement toy to some of you."

They had walked for a few miles when…

"Are we there yet?" Crowley said as he sagged his shoulders. "This walking is really beneath me. When I see Raphael…"

"Oh shut up, Crowley!" Dean, Sam and Emily uttered at the same time.

Emily suddenly looked ahead and pointed, "Up ahead, I can hear the Lance. Oh yeah," she nodded. "It's loud…pinging loud and clear."

Walking half a mile more they met up their next obstacle; guards.

Real guards with spears and swords.

Five security guards in traditional armor and shields as they stood guard at a gate.

They spotted the five unlikely humans, angel, and demon.

"Okay, what do we do?" Dean looked at them. "Do we just walk to them?"

Emily shrugged, "We'll just do as you say, walk on."

As they approached the guards who were watching them in shock as they pointed their spears at them.

One of the men spoke up, "Halt! What is your purpose in this town?"

"What is this town?" Crowley asked him.

The guard frowned at him, "You arrived thus and hath not an idea of where you might be?"

"No," Crowley shook his head.

Dean turned to Sam, "So who appointed him as our spokesperson?" He asked annoyingly.

Emily shrugged.

"What difference? If he pissed them off, they'd kill him first."

Dean thought about it for a minute and nodded, "I like the way you think, hummingbird. Okay, I'll buy that for now. Let's see how long he last."

"Five bucks I say he won't last ten minutes." Sam leaned in and whispered.

"You're on!" They smacked their hands in agreement.

Emily frowned, "I'll raise you guys ten bucks and say fifteen minutes, I'm being generous."

Dean and Sam exchanged looks before they nodded, Dean said, "You're on."

"No one is permitted into this town, we have been having difficulties with witches."

"Witches?" Crowley exclaimed as he turned to look at his companions.

"You mean Davina and Rubella?" Castiel asked the guard.

He nodded, "They're the ones!" He exclaimed.

"We have dealt with them." Crowley said confidently.

The guards gawked at them in disbelief, "You killed them?"

Castiel and Crowley nodded, "Yes, they're dead, one of them in the stove and the other one, stabbed by her own knife-wand thing." Crowley revealed.

The guards were impressed as they stepped forward and looked at him, "You are most welcome into the town then…"

"Crowley, my name is Crowley, and this is Castiel and Emily, Dean, and Sam. We're here on a…quest."

They all waved at the guards who waved them back."

"A quest?" The guard asked. "What kind of quest?"

Crowley looked over to Dean.

"We are looking for a golden Lance." Dean owned.

"A golden Lance?" The guards turned to exchange looks before they burst out laughing.

The five looked on in curiosity.

"There isn't any golden lance in our town, my lords…er and lady." He looked over Emily's attire with interest.

Emily looked down at her clothing and looked up at Sam and Dean and shrugged.

Sam leaned over to her, "Emily, this is the 19th century, women still wear dresses and skirts. They probably don't wear jeans."

"Primitive people." Emily muttered.

Dean grinned, "We'll get you sort out when we get into town."

She looked at them, "I think men don't wear jeans either in the 19th century."

Dean looked down at his jeans, "As long as I don't have to wear a skirt." He teased her.

Emily rolled her eyes but she became serious again when she walked to the front near the guards and Crowley, "Hey, the Lance is very close by. It is in the town. These guards are hiding something." She said softly to him.

Crowley nodded, "Gentlemen, that is my little sister and as you can see," He pointed at her. "She is in need of some new attire."

Emily nodded to them.

They looked at her again and then to one another before they finally relented and nodded. "Very well, all of you may enter."

They lifted the spear and let them through.

Thanking them, the five walked through and began to look around them.

"Okay Emily," Dean nodded to her.

Emily raised her head as she looked into a large house, "Over there!"

They all stared at the house, "I'm pretty sure that's no ordinary house and we're not welcome in there."

"We'll probably pay a night visit. Let's get a bite, I'm hungry and somewhere we can rest." Dean and the rest looked around.

Fifteen minutes later they were sitting down at a crowded tavern.

"Why is everyone staring at us?" Castiel asked as he looked around him.

Dean nodded as he'd noticed the stares as well, "Well, these people had never seen a man in a trench coat," he nodded at Castiel and then at Crowley, "Or all in black and a tie." Crowley gave Dean a look. "Sam and I in casual jean wear and lastly, Emily." He smiled at her. "Apparently woman in pants are a rare sight, darling."

"It is still rather rude to stare." Castiel said calmly.

"They're just a bunch of small minded morons." Crowley sneered at them. "If I have my powers, I'll send them to my boys and they'll have some fun with these peasants."

"But," Emily looked at him cheerfully. "You don't. So quit wishing you have powers and quit talking like a demit god."

Their food arrived before Crowley could make a retort and they all gladly grabbed their food and began eating as if they had not eaten in years.

Castiel and Crowley watched the three with interest.

"Do you three always eat like this all the time?" Crowley stared at them in disbelief!

"No, we're just starving." Dean said with his mouthful.

"Imagine that," Crowley shook his head. "I can't imagine if you hadn't eaten longer than that!"

"Oh, we'd have to resort to eating you if there isn't any food around here or a tavern." Emily said with a straight face at him.

Crowley stared at her in horror as Dean and Sam laughed.

"She's joking, isn't she?" Crowley glared at her.

Emily only shrugged as she continued to eat. The others ignored him as they went back to their food.

"She's beginning to scare me… a little." He muttered to Castiel.

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End of Chapter 2