Chapter 2

With This Ring...

A/N: If you've seen this chapter go up then disappear; it's because I uploaded the wrong version. sorry!


"Jesus christ Dean!" Sam fell to the woman's side and placed his fingers at her neck for a pulse. Nothing.

"Look Sam, as far as I'm concerned, we killed the thing so we can move on. No monster equals useless book and ring right?"

"She was a girl! Not a monster."

"She's over like three hundred years old and still looks like that old photo. If it walks like a monster and talks like a monster..."

A deep breath sent the younger brother backwards and made the older hold up his gun again. Chelsea shot up into a sitting position, sucking air into her lungs. She leaned forward and put a hand on her forehead, she took it away to reveal the bullet and a healing wound.

Sam breathed, "What the hell..."

She heard the gun hammer pull back that time and sent the weapon across the room. "Don't shoot me again!" she shouted, "I can still feel pain when I die."

"Why shouldn't I gank you! You're gonna do the same to us!"

"Gank?" she shook her curls, "Look, a death is a reset for me. I have to be given an order again after death in order to follow it."

"So?"

"So I choose not to kill you." She made eye contact, being sure they saw her honesty. Sam gathered himself and stood, helping her do the same.

"You can't be serious here. Pick a side." Dean demanded.

"I have! My own. I want to be left alone, not told what to do!"

"Why don't you just take the ring and the book?" Sam offered.

She took a deep breath, still trying to settle back into herself, "I can't touch the ring, it's a condition of the magic used on it to control me. As for the book...I know all the magic in it already, every word. I didn't want it anymore."

Dean wasn't amused, "So you thought the best thing to do would be to put both those things in the same dinky museum?"

"No. I thought making people believe Nathaniel was a rich man with nothing better to do would make the story of the ring one nobody really believed. I didn't count on a blood relative."

"Why not?"

"Because when one didn't step up after the first hundred years..."

Dean held up a hand in dismissal and glared at the woman, "Can we please get back to how you just shook off a silver bullet to the brain?"

Sam nodded, "Yeah...that was...unexpected."

Chelsea rolled her eyes. Matthew could call her back any second if she took too much longer and they wanted to ask trivial questions. "I'm immortal. It doesn't matter what you use or how, my heart will always restart. I don't have time for questions. I need help."

"With what?"

"Finding out who this man is! He could call me back any second and re-order me to kill you."

"I could always just keep shooting you in the head." Dean offered from across the room where he retrieved his gun.

"We don't have the time. He talked about some threat that's coming, the reason he needed me now."

The brothers looked at each other in that way they do, 'The Darkness.'

Chelsea continued, not noticing, "I don't think this is just about protection. I sense something else from him. Something not quite all there."

"You think he's evil." Sam offered.

"Yes. Nathaniel wasn't necessarily a white witch...but he wasn't a dark one either."

"This guy, what's his name?"

"Matthew Warren."

The brothers flinched again as she disappeared. Called back by this Matthew no doubt.

"Great. What now?"

Sam settled back at his computer, "We find out what we can about this Warren guy."


"No one was there."

Matthew took a deep breath and paced across the length of his desk, "Fine. They're just hunters, I can handle them myself if I need to. I have another job for you."

"Which would be?"

"The death of these people." he handed her a list of names.

"I'm not a weapon. You can't keep sending me out to kill people!"

"I can when you belong to me. I own you. And these people had the nerve to shun me and what I know to be true about witchcraft."

"Are these people witches?"

"No."

"Then you can't expect them to understand! Magic isn't for the average man! If you were really related to Nathaniel you'd know that."

Matthew approached her, "His problem was surrounding himself with humans who enjoyed his way of life as a game. People need to take these things more seriously. Especially now." He grabbed her wrist, the paper trembling in her grip. "People like them hold us back. Go and kill them. Make sure they know who sent you."


"Check this out. Matthew Warren is a professor at the local community college, he teaches Occult Studies. Looks like he used to teach at a more prestigious university...but he was asked not to return a year ago."

Dean moved his chair around the small table to sit next to his brother. "What happened?"

Sam clicked around and scrolled, "Says here several other professors in the department worried about his mental state. He was teaching his students beyond the scope of, as they put it, what was historically acceptable."

"Not clear enough..."

"He was basically trying to convince his students that magic was real. Casting spells in class and causing hysteria among them when they started to believe the spells were working. He put five students in a mental facility."

"So he's a total nut job and a witch, joy."

"I can't find anything that says he's related to this Commons guy. His bloodline only goes as far back as some woman named Melinda who was alive at the same time Nathaniel was."

"Ok, did she attend any of his little occult parties?"

"I can't find anything that would suggest it. Nathaniel's followers were all regular humans as far as I can tell, they didn't take his magic too seriously, not even Anna. They thought she was just a super obedient maid."

Dean took over the laptop, wanting to be able to see for himself, "Hm...Melinda Warren wasn't even in the same tax bracket as this guy. He was rich and she was apparently dirt poor." the older brother sighed as he clicked on a link to show him an archival picture, "And she was a witch."

He turned the computer to his little brother, the only image of her was drawn, made sense for so long ago when camera's only existed two at a time... The dead giveaway was the pentacle around her neck.

"So we know she was a witch...still doesn't explain the secret lovechild theory."

"Of course it does. Chelsea's in denial. Nathaniel slept with this woman and didn't tell her. He didn't have to tell her everything, she was a servant."

Sam wasn't so sure.

"I don't know Dean."

"Look. As far as we know, this guy just wants what he's owed. I say we gank 'em both."

The taller brother stood, "Can we at least go talk to these other professors?"

"Sure. Whatever."


"Oh my god."

They were too late. Mostly. Four professors at the university had their names down on the case brought against Matthew Warren; three of them were already dead. It was happening so fast. So now they needed answers, and to keep her alive.

"Look professor, we know this is hard. But we need to know everything you know to help you."

She put a hand on her forehead and sat down. The Winchesters standing at the ready. Chelsea could be there any minute, "W-what do you want to know?"

"Matthew Warren, what did he do to his students?"

"Exposed them. We teach occult studies to broaden people's understanding of it. We knew his bloodline, his ancestor is in our books...but we never suspected the magic to be real."

"Go figure." Dean wasn't satisfied. "What do you know about Melinda Warren?"

"She was crazy. She was obsessed with having a powerful bloodline and was always looking for the perfect mate."

"Do you think she could have found one with Nathaniel Commons?"

She was amused by the question, almost so much so that her fear disappeared, "He may not have been above sleeping with her, but Nathaniel couldn't have children."

"Who told you that?"

The brothers stood before the professor and Chelsea took a deep breath, "I got no answers from the others. So I followed my orders. The least you can do is give me something before I kill you too."

The blonde cowered behind the Winchesters.

"Where do you get off killing people for answers?" Dean stepped forward.

"I don't. But I can at least try since you have nothing for me."

"What do you think we're doing here?"

Chelsea hesitated, closing her eyes to take another deep breath. She held up a hand when she opened her eyes and the brothers flew to separate ends of the room, "Tell me how you know this about Nathaniel..."

The professor shook, "Old medical records. His inability to have children is believed to be the reason why he dove into his magic. Why he became so obsessed with-"

"You're lying! He would have told me..."

Dean started to chuckle from his position pinned to the wall, "Something he didn't confide in you? Shocker. Why would he need to tell everything to the help?"

The witch pulled him off the wall a bit and slammed him back into it for good measure. Sam winced at the sound of his brothers head cracking the drywall. "This just proves Matthew is an imposter right!"

Chelsea's eyes were wet when she looked to him, "He looks just like my Nathaniel. I saw it when he..." she reached up, starting to follow his gesture when he pushed back his hair, took off his glasses, "He looks just like him..."

"Melinda Warren cast a spell to get pregnant without Nathaniel's knowledge." The professor took a step back when the other woman focused back on her, "I mean, that makes the most sense. Any piece of him, a hair maybe, she could use in a spell to make herself conceive."

"There's no such spell!"

"Melinda may have created one in her search for the perfect mate. She was obsessed with the perfect bloodline."

"If he's so perfect why can't he protect himself?"

Sam had more than enough time to get across the room and sink a knife into Chelsea's lung. Killing her before she completed her order. She snapped her gaze to him in surprise though and held his sleeve tight in her hand. Dean ushered the professor out, "Go, go now!"

When he looked back at his little brother Chelsea was still holding his gaze. Sam took a moment to glance at his brother then said, "She's trying to tell me something."

"Spit it out witch!"

Chelsea could feel her right lung filling with blood and coughed when she opened her mouth, "S-six…sixteen glendale."

"Sixteen Glendale?"

She only nodded before she lent forward slightly. Her body relaxing and Sam lowering her to the floor.

"What the fuck is sixteen glendale?"

"Glendale sounds like some kind of street name…" the younger tried.

The brothers got it at the same time. Address. She was giving them an address to go to. Now the trick was getting there before she woke back up.