Chapter 2:

Quest Car Detailing

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"So we're dealing with some kind of vigilante witch," Dean commented. "The problem is, how do we find the bastard?"

Cas shrugged and Sam said, "I don't know. We could let this one go, you know. I mean, these people were total dicks."

"So they deserved to die?" Dean challenged.

"Of course not. But do you think they deserved to live?"

In the heavy silence that followed that, Cas murmured, "It is not your job to decide who lives and who dies. We find the witch. Justice has a way of being served eventually."

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It took the brothers a surprisingly short while to piece it together.

"Whoever it was had to have access to their vehicles", Cas suggested.

"Except for that kid, Sean," Sam added. "The witch must have known the girl I talked to. Her name was Danna, I think. Danna Quest."

Dean's eyes widened, "Quest? Like… Quest Car Detailing?"

Sam's eyes lit up, "You think her family runs it?"

"Probably," Dean answered. Then he frowned, "Sam, are you sure it wasn't Danna that did this?"

"I'm positive. You should have seen her face, Dean. Trust me, it wasn't her."

Dean shrugged, "If you say so. Besides, if she helps out at the car place, she'd know the employees pretty well. She could have told one of them."

"Good point. We might want to check the place out."

After quickly confirming that Quest Car Detailing was, in fact, run by Dana's family, the men set out to investigate the place.

Leaving Cas as lookout, Sam and Dean went inside the office building. It was two stories, so they split up, with Sam taking the upper floor and Dean taking the main.

They searched around for a while, not knowing quite what they were looking for, when Dean noticed a groove in the wall onside a janitorial closet. It was about the size of a door. After feeling around a bit more, he found a row of hooks holding various sprays and things. One hook was unoccupied. He tugged at it and the secret door swung open.

He stepped outside the closet, calling out, "Sam! I think I found something!"

Sam came down the stairs and Dean showed him the secret door. On the other side of it, they discovered a staircase that went down.

Dean sent a short prayer to Cas, letting him know what they found, and where they were going. Then, with hands on their guns, the men descended.

A quick glance around told them that the space was an apartment of sorts. There was a small kitchen, a dining table with four mismatched chairs, a living area with a TV, a bathroom, and two bedrooms.

After searching the bedrooms and bathroom, Sam and Dean came to a thin door in the hallway, which they guessed was a closet. The door was locked, but Dean picked it without much trouble.

Inside, they found not a small linen closet, as they'd thought, but a spacious walk-in closet. The walls were lined with shelves containing bottles and bins and boxes full of all sorts of things. Dean gestured to a hat box with tiny bones in it.

"I think we found our witch."

Sam chuckled, "No kidding."

Cas appeared next to them, making both brothers jump.

"Damnit, Cas," Dean muttered.

"Something's wrong," Cas murmured with a concerned look.

Suddenly, a wind swooped in from behind. The three men turned around, only to be splashed in the face with thick potions. Momentarily blinded, they could only hear the witch's mad cackling in the moments before he was gone again, leaving just a whoosh of wind as he vanished.

Dean wiped some of a burnt-orange colored potion from his eyes. He looked over at Sam, who was glaring at the bright pink sludge in his hair (which was also on his face and shirt). Cas had used his angel mojo to remove most of a blue-grey potion from his face and neck, but there was still a bit in his hair and on his trench coat.

Dean started cracking up at Sam, who did not appear amused.

"This is bad," he said, making Dean laugh even harder.

"We should stay here until we know what effect these potions have," Cas said. "There may be some information in this closet, or perhaps other potions to counter their effects."

Sam nodded, "Alright. I don't think the witch will be back any time soon, so we should be safe. Though we might want to get some security cameras just in case."

"I'll retrieve your things from the motel," Cas said, and then he was gone.

Sam looked over at Dean and told him, "I'm gonna take a quick shower. Check around in here, see if there's anything useful."

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A little over five minutes later, Sam got out of the shower and towel-dried his hair. Except his hair didn't stop where it was supposed to. He traced his fingers down to find that his hair was at least half a foot longer than it had been when he got into the shower. He checked in the mirror to be sure he wasn't just imagining it, and the image staring back at him confirmed the rapid hair growth.

Sam frowned and pulled a towel around his waist, hoping Dean had found something.

When he got out of the shower, he found Dean not in the closet, but in the kitchen eating what looked like Cocoa Puffs.

"What are you doing?"

"Eating," Dean replied through a spoonful of cereal.

Sam gave him a weird look, and then Cas showed up. Not just appearing by them, as usual, but walking in the front door looking rather haggard.

"Cas? What's going on?"

"I believe there may be something wrong with me," Cas told him. "When I tried to go to your motel room, I ended up… elsewhere. About ten miles from here in an amusement park where everything was built from plastic bricks. I believe they're called Legos."

"You popped into Legoland?"

"Yes."

"That's… weird."

"Indeed," Cas agreed. "And when I tried again, I found myself in the middle of a very busy street. Every time I tried to, as you call it "teleport", somewhere, I ended up somewhere else. A few moments ago, by some stroke of luck, I landed at a gas station about a mile away. I walked back from there."

"Geez. I'm glad you're okay, buddy."

"CAS! Where've you been?" Dean called out. Or rather, slurred.

"Dean, are you… drunk?" Sam asked confusedly.

"I dunno, Sammy. I do not know."

"He certainly appears to be intoxicated," Cas noted, "perhaps that is the effect of his potion."

Sam groaned, "Great. So you randomly teleport to Disneyland, Dean's drunk, and my hair is growing an inch a minute."

"We should work on finding a cure quickly. I don't like the way Dean's acting."

Currently, Dean was trying to balance a spoon on his nose, but at the mention of his name, he turned and grinned cheekily at Cas.

"I'm not drunk, I'm just intoxicated by your presence."

Cas looked to Sam, not quite understanding.

"Oh God," Sam said, realization dawning. "I forgot that Dean flirts when he's drunk. We need to fix this. NOW."

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