*DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS*
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"Alexandra Rodrigues, Carla Hunter, Lucy Hunter and Mary Alvarez. Great. I was hoping there were only two, but we're never that lucky." Dean relaxed in his chair. Cas had come back with basically the same information. The girls all lived on the same street. The two hunters would have to split up and each keep watch on two of the girls. "Do you think a full or new moon would have something to do with this event?" Castiel asked. He was currently looking at a lunar cycle on the laptop. Dean shrugged. "Dunno. All the witchy stuff usually happens during a full moon right?" It was not Castiel's turn to shrug. He knew less about witches than Dean did.
Castiel soon learned that it was nearly impossible to watch two unrelated girls. Dean drew the lucky straw, watching the twins. There was a higher possibility that they were the ones the witch was after, but they weren't 100% sure.
Dean was leaning against an oak tree at the edge of the park. Children were running around screaming and laughing. His eyes darted from left to right watching for anything suspicious. He was caught off guard when Castiel snuck up behind him. "Hello Dean." Dean whipped his head around, nearly falling off balance, "Dammit Cas! You were sneaky as an angel, but man seriously? You scared the crap out of me." Cas looked at the ground and then back up at Dean. "Sorry." Dean shook his head. "What are you even doing here?"
"Sam called me."
"Okay." there was a long and unnecessary pause. "And?" Dean pushed. "He translated most of the spell. The children are sacrificed under a new moon."
"But thats tonight." Dean stated. "Exactly. She needs two children tonight. That makes the twins the obvious target. But thats not all. Its a reversal spell. She is undoing something. The full moon is used as a catalyst to create spells, the new moon reverses them."
"You're starting to sound like Sam." Dean interrupted. Castiel decided to take that as a compliment. "I tried to memorize his exact words. Its harder to so with such a low brain capacity. Humans only use about 10% of their brain capacity and potential." Cas hesitated, remembering his essence and the fall. "What else did he say?" Dean asked changing the topic.
Just as Castiel went to answer an unusual breeze swept over the park. The once sunny sky was covered with stormy clouds. Fierce winds whipped around trees and play sets. Dean's eyes shot back to locate the twins. Parents were gathering their children. The mother of Lucy and Carla Hunter was going ballistic over finding them. She was too busy calling out their names to notice the three figures off in the distance, and the twins making their way over to them. Dean instantly located them and took off in their direction. "Cas! Go get the bag!" Cas took off in the other direction heading toward the Impala.
Dean reached for the gun tucked into the back of his pants. He was less than 50 meters behind the girls. The wind pushed against him slowing him down. Cas had reached the Impala and now followed Dean, who was cursing at himself for not being able to run any faster. Dean hesitated for a moment when he heard horse hooves and the neighing of three horses. As he got closer to the figures, he noticed they were clad in armor. The Red, White, and Black Horsemen.
Dean reached out to one of the girls, but she slipped from his grasp. The girls were in some sort of trance. There was a loud shriek before Dean was sent flying backward. He coughed and gasped for breath. The red horseman stood above him, sword to his throat. There was another shriek when a bullet blazed by and slammed into the horseman's breastplate. There was no noticeable indent where the bullet landed, but the horseman backed away.
The girls were long gone when Castiel reached Dean. They had been whisked away by the other horsemen. The two hunters wasted no time suiting up with weapons and supplies and taking off after them. The path to the old hut was still fresh in their minds. They navigated through the trees. They had two hours before night engulfed the sky.
It took them just under an hour to reach the hut. It looked nothing like it did when they first saw it. The trees appeared to have moved closer to the floating hut. It made Dean take a second look, realizing there were two long pieces of wood solely supporting the house. A loud howl shook the leaves of the trees. A shadowy hunched figure sat at the front steps. The witch's hound. Dean tilted his head and sighed quietly, cursing under his breath. It's eyes glowed red, monitoring the trees. Once again the horsemen were nowhere in sight.
"You take the dog. I'll check the house." Castiel instructed. "What?! Why do I get the dog." Cas hesitated. "I figured since you have more experience with dogs, that the job would suit your skills" Cas spoke logically. Cas noticed the slight fear in his eyes. "Dean if you are scared, I can handle the dog." Cas offered, with no intention of making fun of Dean. "What?! No! I'm not scared. I can handle the dog."
Dean shifted uneasily in his position. He now crouched directly across from the steps where the dog sat. It took him twenty minutes to make his way over to the spot without alarming the hound. "Okay Dean. You can do this." He whispered trying to encourage himself. He stood quickly aiming his gun at the hound, who spotted him instantly. He aimed and fired his gun in a matter of seconds. The bullet landed square in its shoulder, the hound flinched but charged at Dean.
Castiel booked it out of the trees as soon as the hound took off after Dean. He could hear Dean shoot at the hound in a distance. Its snarls had grown angrier and louder. Without looking back, castiel made it to the door in record timing. He reached for the door handle, but almost lost grip when the house moved by itself. Its floors rattled and shook, trying to get Castiel to lose his balance. Castiel yanked the door open, and tripped on his way into the house. He expected to see the witch inside, but instead he was greeted by an empty house. The candles around the house lit themselves. Castiel's eyes attacked every inch of the house, scouring for the children and witch, finding nothing. Cas reached for the door, the floor shook harder cause him to fall. The house began to rise at an incline, causing Castiel to slide down towards the fireplace. The fireplace had not been lit when he entered the house, but as he slid down the floor, the fir had lit itself.
Dean ran for his life, knowing the hound was right behind him. He had shot it three times, and yet it continued to chase him. He was beginning to stumble over tree roots, and his breathing patterns grew more rapid. The hounds howls grew louder behind Dean. "Dammit. Should have picked the house." Dean said, not caring that he had shouted the words as he ran. The sky had grown darker, he was wasting time with the hound. He stopped just long enough, trying to turn and shoot the hound, to be tacked to the ground. His gun flying from his grasp. He pushed his arm up against the hound's throat keeping its mouth away from his face. His other arm reached for his gun. His heart pounding inside his ribs, drowning out all sounds around him. It was him and the hound. He twisted under its weight. Giving up trying to grab his gun, Dean reached for his knife. The hound's jaw snapped close to Dean's ear, he felt the heat as its breath ran down his neck. dean found his thoughts racing to Sam, Bobby, his father, Ellen, Jo, and Cas. He thought of the night Sam killed a Hellhound and completed one of the trials, the hound he was supposed to kill. His hand landed on his knife and slipped it out of its sheath. He gasped for air as he put all his strength into thrusting the knife at the hound.
Castiel's arms flailed around the room reaching for anything solid to hold onto. The floor was inclining at a faster pace. He risked a glance at the burning flames below him. His hand landed on a broken floor board. Splinters sunk themselves into his hands, but he refused to let go. His body lifted off the floor, he now hung in midair, his grasp on the broken floor board the only thing keeping him alive. The flames grew bigger the longer he held on. He tried to pull himself up higher but failed, almost losing grip. He could almost sense the house laughing at him. His grip on the wood was weakening. He watched as blood dripped from his hands.
Dean stumbled back the way he came, the hound's blood all over his shirt. He had caught his breath after killing the hound, and decided to find Castiel. As he re entered the clearing where the house stood, he noticed it standing tall on its two wooden legs. It stood at an acute angle. He stared at the house for a few seconds before he remembered Castiel. He raced over to the house, finding foot holes and climbing his way to the door. He slid down the porch, and pulled the door open. It was at such an angle that for Dean it was like opening a trap door. "Cas! Castiel!" Dean shouted, laying on his stomach to get a look down. ":Dean!" Cas responded looking up. "Hold on! I'll be right back! Don't move." Dean shouted down to him. Cas looked back down at the growing fire. "Why would I move?" Cas asked no one in particular. Dean came back carrying a rope from the bag. Dean tossed one end down to Cas. Cas grabbed the rope, getting a good hold and wrapping part of it around his arm. The house shook in response to the rescue, nearly knocking Dean into the house.
The two sat away from the house catching their breath. Castiel had filled him in on the house being empty. "Where could they be? We have less than an hour left. Dammit!" Dean exploded. The two sat quietly for a moment. The trees had settled, and there was no longer the hound to worry about. The two nearly jumped when a cat came out of nowhere. "Meow" A light bulb clicked in Castiel's head. "Dean. Food."
"It's not the time to be eating Cas." Dean stated grumpily, his stomach growling for a good cheeseburger. ":Not for me Dean. The cat. Feed the cat." Dean sighed handing Cas a snack bar. Cas crouched down by the cat. "Lead us to the witch and children." He told the cat, handing it the food. The cat purred in response. "Cas, you do know how ridiculous this is?! Just because the cat helped the children in the lore, doesn't mean that it actually understands us and help us right now." The cat took off away from the house. "See? It just wanted the food."
"Lets just try this Dean. Trust me." The two hunters followed the cat. The cat took them in the opposite direction than where Dean had killed the hound.
The witch's laughter filled both Dean's and Castiel's ears. It could hardly be described as laughter, more of a cackle. The cat took off leaving them to find the rest of their way. Horses neighing could be heard in the distance, as well as children weeping. Cas gave Dean an I told you so look, not willing to risk being heard. Dean quietly swung the bag from his shoulder. "If we kill the witch we don't have to deal the horsemen.' Dean whispered,. Cas nodded understanding the logic.
A large clearing came into sight, a large fire glowing from the center, surrounded by six slabs of rock, on each lay a small crying child. The grass inside the clearing was completely dead. The three horsemen stood off to the far side. They sat proudly on the horses they had been hearing. They were intimidating in size. Finally Dean's eyes landed on the witch. Her hunched posture, grey hair and clothes made him cringe slightly in disgust. She stood in between two of the slabs of rock, chanting at the fire. Under normal circumstances, they would have just shot the witch, but with warnings from Sam, they carved crosses into their bullets, and planned to burn her body afterwards. "Ready?" Dean asked Cas, who nodded silently. "Lets do this." Dean lifted his head back up in the direction of the witch. "Where'd she go?" He asked surprised. Seconds later the hunters were thrown into the clearing. They landed violently against the ground. Dean moaned before sitting up. The cackling once again filled their ears. Her voice was like listening to nails scratch a chalk board. "Hello boys. Bring me back my book, did you?" Cas reached for the bag before realizing it was at the witch's feet. "I'll take on the witch. You stall the horsemen." Dean whispered. Cas nodded.
They stood side by side, waiting for the witch to make the first move. As she reached for her book, cas ran towards her, last minute turning and tackling one of the un mounted horsemen. Dean using the diversion pulled his out his gun, and shot at the witch. The bullet whizzed right through her. She had disappeared, only to reappear behind Dean. Dean whipped around and fired off his gun once again. The bullet was sent off its path as the witch used magic to throw him against a tree. It took him a moment to recover. The witch had gone back to retrieving her book. "I'm much older than you boy! I know your kind. I am too strong for you." The witch's voice made Dean flinch.
Cas had made the stupid mistake of tackling the white horseman while he was unmounted. It had given Dean a chance at the witch, and he had taken the horseman by surprise, but it was a three on one fight and he was instantly thrown off to the side. He was back on his feet in a matter of seconds and just in time to duck from an incoming sword. He rolled away from the gathering horsemen, all now un mounted with weapons drawn. Castiel pulled out his gun, firing the bullets, knowing they would have no effect against their armor.
Dean noticed Castiel's predicament, deciding to it would be best to hurry up. The witch now held her book open and ready to start the spell. As she began to chant, Dean propped himself up, and retrieved his gun. "Hey! Baba Yaba!" The witch turned to him, glaring at the mispronunciation of her name. "Umm. Dean! I think its Baba Yaga!" Castiel corrected him as he ducked from another swinging sword.
"Thanks." Dean said sarcastically. The witch turned away from Dean and back to her spell. Taking aim, once again, Dean fired off two rounds, timing them as well as he could. As she sent them flying away with magic, Cas stopped trying to evade the swinging swords, and fired off his own gun. One of the bullets hitting the witch in her right shoulder, giving Dean the chance to aim for her heart.
As Cas turned back to the horsemen, the tip of a sword landed a blow to his forearm before the horsemen disappeared. He immediately applied pressure to the bleeding wound. Dean rushed over to where the body of the witch lay, carrying with him lighter fluid and a lighter. He covered the body and lit the lighter, dropping it and watching it set the body ablaze. Cas made a makeshift bandage before he helped Dean gather the children. He watched for a moment, as Dean knelt before small child, telling him he was alright and that nothing was going to happen to him and that he was safe.
With the children back in town and safe, Dean and Cas both agreed to let the local law enforcement take credit for saving the children. They created a cover story, convincing the children and everyone else that it was what really happened. They stood outside the hotel room, placing their stuff in the Impala. "Hey Cas?" Dean stood by the drivers door. "Yes Dean?"
"You wanna drive the Impala?"