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Yay! I know this chapter wasn't out as fast as I had hoped for, but it's better than it being a week late like usual. :)
Also, I'm sorry the chapter's kind of short. I'll make the next one longer, I promise!
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Hunter instincts kicked in and Sam threw himself to the ground, just as the knife sliced the air above him, right where his head was seconds ago.
Sam cried out in pain when he felt his ribs move under him from the pressure on them.
"Damn it." Dean muttered disappointedly. "Why the fuck did you move!" He yelled as he began to approach Sam.
Sam quickly attempted to pull himself up, but his arms and legs gave out from under him when he was blindsided by a wave of pain.
"Hey! Leave him alone!" The college kid shouted on impulse, as Dean spun around and glared at the boy. The kids' steps faltered as he began to back away.
"What was that?" Dean growled as he stalked towards the college kid.
"Uh...I-I'm sorry...I-I didn't mean..." The boy stammered under the hunter's intense stare.
"Get out of here!" Sam yelled to the boy, as he painstakingly pulled himself up with shaky limbs. The college kid stared at Sam dumbfounded, unsure of what to do. "Go! Now!" He roared, as he finally stood up.
"I'm gonna go call the cops!" The kid shouted as he began to run.
"No!" Sam called after him, the boy halting in the process of his escape. "Don't call the cops!"
Dean watched the interaction between the two with an almost amused expression. He glanced back and forth, as if deciding which one he wanted to go after more. His eyes landed on Sam and the target was set.
"What? Why!" The boy exclaimed in confusion.
"Just don't! Get the hell out of here!" Sam ordered as Dean began to approach him.
The college kid shot Sam one last glance before turning on his heels and bolting in the opposite direction, sprinting out of the alley and into the parking lot.
"You really shouldn't have done that." Dean growled as Sam began to inch backwards.
"Hurry Bobby." Sam whispered as Dean jumped at him, grabbing him by the throat and slamming him against the alley wall.
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Bobby fell to the ground with a thud after colliding with the tree behind him. His gun flew out of his hand and landed a couple feet away.
Without waiting a second more, Bobby yanked his knife out and launched it at the witch.
Whitney grabbed the handle of the knife mid throw before clicking his tongue and shaking her head.
"Bobby, that wasn't very nice." She scolded.
The older hunter quickly pulled himself up to his feet and scrambled towards his gun. He grabbed it, cocked it and aimed it towards where Whitney once stood. But by the time he shot the handgun, the witch was gone.
"Damn it." He growled, slowly walking forward, making sure to keep a sharp lookout for the witch. He had to be extra careful now, because Whitney still had his knife.
A shrill laugh echoed throughout the trees as Bobby turned around and aimed for the trees.
"Aren't we a little too old to be playin' hide and seek?" Bobby called out.
"I was just thinking...I wonder how little Sammy's doing. Last time I checked in on tweedle dee and tweedle dum, things weren't going too well for the youngest. Big brother sure has a lot of pent up anger, don't you think? And poor Sammy was the one who had to pay for it." Whitney taunted.
"You son of a bitch..." Bobby muttered under his breath.
"The spell is in full effect by now and stronger than ever. Sammy won't survive the night. And then there's Dean...this is the best part Bobby, let me tell you that." The witch mused. "Dean will become so overwhelmed with guilt over murdering his baby brother, he'll take his own life. The perfect ending to the perfect spell."
"So that's your big plan? What, your too scared to finish the boys off yourself, you have to hide behind little spells and tricks?" Bobby questioned, a plan beginning to form in his mind. "Sorry sweetheart, but that's pretty pathetic."
"I could have finished those two morons off anytime!" Whitney shouted defensively. "But this was definitely more entertaining."
"You can make up all the excuses you want, but the truth is, you were just too afraid to go up against the boys yourself." Bobby mocked. "I feel sorry for you. I really do."
"Don't you dare pity me. If I wanted to, I could rip your heart right out of your chest before you even get the chance to take a shot at me with that gun of yours." Whitney threatened.
"Then do it." Bobby replied nonchalantly. "Come on doll face," He continued in a condescending voice. "If you really think you're so big and bad, then do it."
A heavy silence filled the night as Bobby waited for the witch to show.
Bobby was suddenly thrown into the side of the motel as the gun flew out of his hands and into Whitney's.
He jumped into a standing position as the witch began to approach him, waving the gun back and forth in one hand and holding up his knife in the other.
"I'll show you." She seethed with smirk on her face.
Bobby waited until the witch was a few feet away, before whipping out a second gun he had in the back of his pants. He quickly cocked it and aimed it at the shocked witch.
"Always carry a backup." He muttered as he pulled the trigger.
Whitney gasped as the shot rang out.
Bobby watched at the witches' steps faltered and she fell to her knees, before landing with a thud on the ground.
A bullet between her eyes.
Bobby let out a sigh of relief as he walked towards the body and knelt beside it.
Blood began to trickle out of the side of the witch's mouth.
Bobby put his fingers to her neck and felt for a pulse, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders when he found none, before standing back up.
"Ding dong the bitch is dead."
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"I should have killed you when I had the chance." Dean growled as he slammed Sam into the alley wall by his throat.
By now, Sam had already given up on trying to talk some sense into Dean. His best bet was to try and keep both of them alive until Bobby finished off the witch.
"What, no begging or pleading for me to stop? For us to talk about this?" Dean taunted, before yanking Sam off the wall and shoving him away.
Sam stumbled over his feet before regaining his balance. Dean wasted no time before jumping at Sam and grabbing his arm, pulling it behind his back.
Dean smirked when a loud pop echoed throughout the alley.
Sam cried out in pain as he felt his shoulder dislocate from its socket.
"Ouch. That sounded like it hurt." Dean mocked indifferently before pushing Sam backwards.
Sam tripped over a pile of boxes set in the alley and landed on his back as the air was knocked out of his lungs.
Dean strolled over towards his brother, but not before spotting a crowbar on the ground. He sneered at Sam before twirling the crowbar in his hand.
"How convenient." He muttered before raising it high above his head, getting ready to strike down.
Sam felt his stomach drop as he quickly raised his arm to block the blow.
The crowbar came down on Sam's arm, a loud cracking sound filling the night.
Sam couldn't hold back the scream that reached his throat as he cradled his broken arm, the bone sticking out in an off direction.
Tears sprang to his eyes and leaked out the side as he bit his lip, whimpering in pain.
Dean didn't hesitate before slamming the crowbar into Sam's torso, hearing a few more ribs cracking. The sound of breaking bones gave Dean a warm feeling as he smirked down at Sam who was withering in pain. He knelt down besides his brother and shot him a disgusted look.
"D-Dean...please." Sam whispered, in one final attempt to stop his brother.
Dean suddenly grabbed Sam by the hair and smashed his head into the concrete ground, the younger brother instantly going still.
"It's time to finish this." Dean hissed as he raised the crowbar once again, right above Sam's head.
A direct kill shot.
Just as Dean began to swing the bar down, he felt an invisible force shove him backwards. The crowbar fell from his hands as he grabbed his stomach in pain. He curled inwardly as the feeling of his body becoming inflamed took over.
Then, as soon as it started, it ended.
Dean's breath came out in short rasps as he stared around in confusion.
Suddenly, everything came rushing back to Dean.
The witch hunt.
The witch attacking him and Sam.
Being put under the witches' spell.
Anger.
Snapping out of it.
Sam worrying.
Rage.
Snapping out of it.
Fear.
Fury.
Fight.
Amulet.
Sam.
Escape.
Bar.
Fight.
Sam.
Attack.
Break.
Sam.
A wave of emotions hit Dean, making him dizzy as his head snapped into the direction of his broken baby brother.
"Sammy!" Dean shouted in a strangled cry, all the despair and guilt in the world laced into that one word.
There you have it! Finally, we have our Dean back! But poor Sammy :(
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