A/N: Yes, finally an update! Managed to find some time. I'm so excited to be writing again. Hope you enjoy this chapter. :D

"Are you sure you're okay?" Sam asked.

Dean sighed as he sat down at their motel room's table. "It's been over an hour. I'm telling you I feel fine Sam."

Sam shook his head. "It doesn't make sense. She put a spell on you Dean, and that demon meant business."

Dean shrugged. "Maybe it didn't work."

"Yeah," Sam said sarcastically. "And maybe I'll win the lottery tomorrow."

"You'd have a better shot if you actually bought a ticket," Dean joked.

"This isn't funny Dean," Sam hissed.

"Don't be such a sour puss," Dean huffed.

Sam stared at him impatiently.

"Whatever," Dean said, rolling his eyes. "Look at it this way. Whether or not her hocus pocus worked on me or not we need to focus on finding a way to track her and that demon down."

Sam nodded.

"Any ideas?" Dean quizzed.

Sam frowned. "We should probably try tracking her through the demon. The witch is bound to be with her. The sooner we figure out how to find her, the better."

"I'd love to do this independently," Dean started. "But if we're on a time frame maybe it'd be best if we see if Cas can track her down?"

Sam nodded and looked at Dean expectantly.

"Ah, no," Dean protested. "I prayed last time. It's your turn."

Sam sighed at the unimportance of keeping track of who called Cas before, and took a glance at the ceiling before saying, "Cas...it's Sam. I know you're busy fixing Heaven and all that, but Dean and I need your help. We were hunting this witch and we think she put some kind of curse on him. We need to track her and her master demon down quickly..."

"Is he showing any ill effects?" Castiel inquired, appearing beside Sam suddenly.

"I'm fine," Dean assured him.

Castiel studied Dean, then glanced at Sam. "You are right. A witch has be-spelled him. I can sense the magic."

"Do you know what kind of spell it is?" Sam asked.

Castiel shook his head. "No, I cannot tell. I just can tell that there is one."

"Can you help us find the witch and the demon?" Dean questioned.

Castiel turned to face him. "Yes. I just need something that belongs to the witch."

"Well, we got plenty of that at her house," Dean told him.

"Let's go," Sam said, shrugging his jacket on.

He walked out the door and Dean and Castiel followed.

When they arrived at the house via Impala, Castiel teleported into it. While Sam and Dean climbed the stairs the old fashioned way, he selected an object that would work best with the location spell he had in mind.

"A necklace?" Dean quizzed, peering at what was gripped tightly in Castiel's right hand.

"An amulet," Castiel corrected him. "She must have forgotten it in her rush. It is old. Probably passed from one generation of witch to the next for some centuries."

"So what now?" Sam inquired.

"Now the location spell," Castiel replied. "It shouldn't take long. All the ingredients I need should be here."

"Perfect," Dean said. "And Sam didn't want to bother you."

"I am glad you called me," Castiel admitted. "I needed to 'take a break' from Heaven. And when either of you are in serious danger, I want to help."

He walked over to the refrigerator and pulled several jars out of it filled with mostly herbs. He put several pinches of each jar's contents in an empty bowl then added some of his blood before beginning to chant in Enochian.

The contents poofed when he was finished, and Castiel closed his eyes for a moment. "I know where they are, or the witch, at least."

"Where?" Sam asked.

"Not far from here," Castiel answered.

He put his fingers to Sam and Dean's heads and teleported them into the nearby woods. They walked a few yards and discovered Rosa's body lying face first in the forest's fallen autumn leaves.

"If she's dead the spell must be broken, right?" Dean quizzed Castiel.

Castiel shook his head, looking grim. "It's still there. It seems to be fading but that does not mean it will continue to. Could be her magic is just relaxing."

"Great," Sam muttered. "So what now? Do you think hunting the demon down could help?"

Castiel nodded. "Maybe. If she has a counter spell, that is."

"It's worth a shot," Dean said.

Castiel nodded again. "I'll begin searching. Call on me if you begin to feel any different."

"I will," Dean promised.

With that, Castiel disappeared, and the Winchesters walked back to the Impala.