DISCLAIMER: Any resemblance to real alive or dead person is purely coincidental. Don't own anything Supernatural.

A/N: Sorry for the wait for this. Should be one more chapter up within the week to finish…

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"So it was you who…well…you know…" Dean gestured with his hand as he bobbed his eyebrows up and down at Barbara.

"Who killed Judy? NO! I was going to stop her. Convince her to stop using the talent of other writers. To force her to stop killing them. I mean the deaths may have technically been suicides, but there's no doubt that Judy drove them to it."

"No. I didn't kill her," Barbara reiterated, "but that doesn't mean I didn't consider it. No. I did a bit of research into how to stop the spell with one of my own. I thought that would be the best and only way to control her."

"So essentially you went in unarmed?" Sam raised his eyebrows. He had to admire this girl's stones. He shook his head. He was turning into his brother.

"I was armed with the spell work." Barbara looked a little offended. "I'm not sure why I wasn't affected the way the other authors were. I did take the time to cast a protection charm over myself before I came here to confront Judy."

"Why didn't you get anyone else to come with you?" Sam asked.

"It's not that I didn't try, but you've got to realize that by this point Judy had almost everyone either under her glamour spell or so distraught over the loss of their writing abilities that they were all too far gone to offer any support or help. I did have some help from a few friends in researching the spells we thought she was likely using and how to break them." Barbara looked pained. It was obvious that the breakdown of her writing community had affected her deeply.

Dean, however, was becoming a bit bored with the length of her story and had risen from his chair and was once again roaming about the room, picking up this and that to examine.

"Am I keeping you from something?" Barbara scowled at the prowling hunter.

"Huh? No… we're here to take care of this thing…" his voice trailed off and he looked puzzled at her sudden change in attitude.

"Ok then, long as I'm not boring you or anything," Barbara rolled her eyes and re-focused her attention on Sam who was a more than willing audience. Sam was perfectly happy to have all of her attention.

"So, you came here to the house, and what did you find?" Sam quietly encouraged.

"Judy was here. Alone. Said she was busy writing. I insisted on coming in, and she eventually relented and let me in. Didn't so much as offer me a cup of tea."

"Guess no coffee, then eh?"

"No Dean. No coffee." Barbara rolled her eyes.

"As Judy didn't seem to want to engage in any preliminaries, I just took the bull by the horns as it were," Barbara continued. "I told her outright that I knew what she was up to. Naturally, she denied it vehemently. She was loudly proclaiming her innocence and stomping about the house until she lead me in here." Barbara paused and looked around the room with a little shudder.

"What happened when she got you in here?" Sam prompted.

"I'm still getting over being creeped out that you were alone in the house with that fugly old broad," Dean had to get his two cents in.

"You do understand what a glamour is, don't you Dean?" Barbara spoke as though to a somewhat intellectually stunted child…

"Yeah. Well. Maybe. Um. Sort of?" Dean mumbled.

"The glamour she cast was not only to enthral those around her to her charms but to create the illusion of youth and beauty. While she had the glamour at full power, Judy wasn't old or ugly. She was still a bitch though…"

"Kind of like Kathy Bates in Misery," Dean mused.

"Huh?" Sam was clearly confused by his brother's apparent non sequitor.

"You know. The movie based on the Stephen King novel," Dean was getting impatient in his own right. Sometimes he wondered about Sam's observational skills. Honestly, did he pay any attention to the world around him?

"Dean. Kathy Bates played a psychotic fan who kept an injured author…"
"James Caan," Dean supplied helpfully.

"Whatever… kept an injured author prisoner until he wrote the novel she wanted to read…" Sam trailed off suddenly as he began to see a spooky kind of logic to the parallel his brother was seeing. Sometimes being related to Dean was a bit scary…

"See," Dean saw that Sam was seeing.

"Anyway, beside the point, Dude." Sam turned his attention back to Barbara who was staring at the brothers throughout their exchange.

"Sorry, Barbara. Please go on." Sam gave her his best apologetic smile, complete with apologetic puppy eyes.

"Once she got me in here, she tried to cast a kind of super-glamour over me. When it didn't work because of my self-protection charm, she really lost it. Started shrieking and pulling her hair out and everything. It was quite a sight, I've gotta tell ya." Barbara paused as the scene replayed itself in her mind.

"That was the turning point. It seemed that as she lost control, she really lost control and all the glamours she had woven came unravelled. I've talked to a few authors since who had been under her spell and it seems like they just suddenly got disenchanted with her – if you know what I mean…"
Dean and Sam both groaned at the terrible pun.

"Everything happened so quickly then, though it's hard to say whether it was her initial loss of control that caused the glamour to dissipate or what happened right after." Barbara frowned at the memory.

"I thought it was just the effect of her behaviour causing my blood to run cold, but I was suddenly shivering and could see my breath. Judy noticed it too and stopped shrieking. As we stood there, wisps of what looked like smoke started spiralling up out of piles of paper. It was the spirits of the dead writers coming up out of their own works. And they were coming for Judy."

Dean quickly flung the pages he had been flipping through away from himself, startling both Barbara and Sam in the process. Dean smiled sheepishly.

"Judy figured out what was happening and took off towards the kitchen. I think she kept some of her spell ingredients there. Anyway, she was beginning to chant some sort of spell as soon as she left the room."

Barbara paused and Sam reached out to lay a reassuring hand on her arm. Dean rolled his eyes. Geekboy was in geekboy heaven – he had a fellow geek to geek with. Actually, it was nice to see his brother interested in a female of the species. Sometimes he wondered if one of them were adopted. Or had been exposed to too much radiation at some point…Dean wrestled his attention back to Barbara….

"I was suddenly surrounded by my friends who had committed suicide – well their ghosts, anyway. They swarmed over Judy before she could really get the incantation going. Some of them lifted her in the air, so she was spread eagled and parallel to the floor. All of them pulled out pens and began stabbing her with them."

"Pens? But you all write on the internet and your computers! Nobody uses a pen anymore, do they?" Dean blurted out.

"It's symbolic, you dolt." Sam tried to stem the tide of Dean's mouth.

"Sort of the old, the pen is mightier than the sword kinda thing," Dean interjected.

"Dean! These were her friends remember…" Sam tried in vain to shut up his brother but he should have known better.

Barbara just stared at Dean. Dean finally noticed and his mouth snapped shut at the look on her face. Sam was, yet again, impressed with their new acquaintance. Once she was sure Dean had control over himself, she continued.

"It was horrible. After they had all stabbed her, they started just pulling her apart. Basically deconstructing her right in front of my eyes. The most gruesome part, though, was when one of the authors came forward and stomped out her eyes."

"Wait!" Dean needed that cleared up a bit. "You can't just stomp somebody's eyes out."

"You can if you are wearing four inch, stiletto heels."

"Oh." Dean suddenly had a very far away look on his face.

"And then they all just disappeared as soon as they were done. I knew that I needed to salt and burn her corpse to prevent her coming back, so I gathered up the body parts and torched them. I hoped that her death would put the rest of the authors at peace."

"How'd the head end up at the morgue?" Dean interrupted.

"Well, I couldn't find it at first. You do get the concept of ripped limb from limb, right?"

Barbara arched an eyebrow at Dean and he arched one right back.

"I was in the middle of torching her and looking for her head, which I had – duh – noticed was missing, when I heard a car drive up. I figured it would be a good idea for me not to be found there…"

Sam nodded in agreement. Not surprised that she would know when to beat a hasty retreat.

"So, I took off. I only came back tonight to gather up the work she had stolen off the other authors – mine included."

Dean opened his mouth to comment, when suddenly they all felt the temperature plummet.

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