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Something Wiccan This Way Comes

© Axellia, July 2007

Chapter Seven: Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic

'Anything?'

We'd gone back to the house having decided that maybe there would be some clue as to where Winter and the rest of the coven had gone. I pulled myself out from underneath Winter's bed and shrugged, 'too many sets of dirty underwear, two boxes of what would have once been pizza but is now probably not far away from crawling, and several items that will send your mind into an x-rated frenzy,' I told Dean. 'My sister is a slob. How about you?'

Dean had been checking the rooms of the other girls whilst Sam had been downstairs looking through the books in the library. He shook his head, 'enough to know that you weren't the only one breaking a few rules by having a boyfriend, but nothing that's can tell us where they've headed.'

'Maybe this is pointless. Maybe they just decided to go on a vacation,' I suggested, hoping that if Dean could agree then maybe the idea wasn't that crazy.

'Maybe,' he said, but his tone said, as if!

I let out a cry of frustration and swept the items left on Winter's bed onto the floor. 'We may as well be looking for a needle in a haystack.'

'Lets get out of here,' said Dean.

I nodded in agreement. This house was depressing me far too much.

'Go pack anything that you need or want. We'll meet you at the car.'

I gave him a grateful smile and headed to the west wing. I walked into my room and looked around. Truth be told, there was nothing. I thrust a couple of items of clothing into a duffle bag and turned to leave. I stopped at the door and changed my mind, heading for the fireplace. I followed the path down and out and retraced my footsteps through the rain to my tree. Inside, the candles were still burning brightly, illuminating the room that was far too big for the tree.

As I glanced around the room, my eyes fell on the spot where I had found the locket. Like the tree was a concealed room, the locket had been resting on a concealed cupboard. I walked over and opened it. It was full of things from my past – things I didn't care to look through at that point. But at the back, there was a book. It was fat, bound in fading leather, the text printed in gold. I opened it and leafed through. Inside was written in what looked like Latin, but as it was handwritten and the book felt important to me, I assumed it was my diary. I stuffed it into my bag, along with the small box it had been sat on, and left.

There was no one at the car then I got there although it was unlocked. I headed to the back and popped the trunk to sling my bag in. As I did so, it caught my locket and pulled it from my neck and it fell from my neck and into the car, under the bags already there. I swore, sticking my hand in. My hand didn't grab the necklace, so I shifted some bags around and finally spotted it, twinkling at me from underneath the floor of the car.

'Great,' I muttered, pulling at the handle so the bottom and carpet pulled away. My mouth dropped open in surprised as I found my necklace sitting on, well, an arsenal. There were guns, knives, ammo… even a nasty looking sword. Hearing Sam and Dean's bickering voices come floating through the house, I dropped the lid to the secret compartment, yanked my bag out and hurriedly shut the trunk, darting around to the side of the car.

Dean was staring suspiciously at me as he approached, but he didn't say anything.

'Can I take that off you?' Sam asked me, automatically reaching for my bag. It hit me then – why Sam was always the gentlemen. He just didn't want me stumbling across things I shouldn't. I shook my head, snatching my bag out of the way. I'll hang on to it,' I told him, maybe a little too sharply. I caught the two sharing a look as I got into the car, but neither of them said anything.

I curled up in the corner and soon we were on the way. My head was pounding, I mean I knew they had a gun… but that many? All the crosses, the knives… I let out an involuntary sigh and turned to rest my head against the cool of the window. They were both watching me. I kept sensing Dean's eyes in the rear view mirror, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see Sam watching me in the wing mirror. I focused on the window in front of me, watching it steam up as I breathed on it, listening to Dean's choice of music – I didn't know who it was and I didn't care – it was just something to focus on.

Some hours later we eventually pulled over at a gas station. 'You want something?' Sam asked me as Dean started to fill the car.

I shook my head and watched him walk into the station. I pulled the book out of the bag and started leafing through it. There were about eight different types of hand writing there, and it all seemed to be in Latin – I wasn't one hundred percent certain about that though. I sat there, trying to read the pages, certain that one of the writings were my own and that I should know the translations. Finally, as the daylight disappeared, I decided to give up. I settled back into the corner and glared at the book. It was clear that there were still things that I couldn't remember and it was highly frustrating.

Eventually, we pulled off the road and into a motel which looked like the setting of some horror movie. I waited outside whilst Dean sorted out the room, letting the wind whistle around me as I watched the rain continue to fall. I followed Dean and Sam to the room when he had eventually gotten the key, and Dean walked in, crashing fully clothed on one of the twin beds.

'You take a bed,' I told Sam – my first words since we'd left my house. He'd been on the way to the table to set up his usual camp there.

He frowned, 'I'm fine.'

'Look,' I told him, 'I really don't think there's any chance that I'm going to get any sleep. You might as well take the comfy option.'

'Summer, you should try and sleep.'

'If I get tired, I'll sleep in the car.'

He looked a little concerned, but nodded wearily, 'fine. But if you feel yourself wanting to sleep, wake me up and we can swap.'

I nodded, even though I knew it wasn't going to happen and watched him settle down on the bed. He must have been exhausted because he was out like a light.

I settled down at the small table and pulled the box from my bag, figuring that now I could finally investigate its contents. The box was like the tree: it was about as big as the book as, and yet it was filled with candles of all shapes, sizes and colours; ribbons in different lengths and fabrics; incense; a collection of pouches and vials, all labelled in the same language and handwriting from the book. And tucked up in a corner was a set of index cards.

I pulled them out and flicked through them, and for the first time in what felt like ages, a smile crept across my face: they were basically contents pages for the book. A book of spells. My eyes lingered on one of them. I glanced over at the brothers and bit my lip. There was no way in hell I was about to attempt that one with them in the room. Instead, I pulled the book out of the bag and headed to the bathroom, closing the door quietly behind me.

From the bottom of the box, I pulled out a map of the world and spread it out on the floor, sitting cross legged in front of it. I surrounded myself with tall white candles, then surrounded the map in small green ones. At which point I realised that the box didn't contain any matches. I knew that Dean always carried a lighter in his pocket, but I knew he had also fallen asleep with his jeans on. Feeling disheartened already, I flicked through the index cards until another spell jumped out of me.

I turned to the relevant page of the book. It was a one word spell. 'Lihtan.' The second the word left my lips, the candles burst into life. My jaw hit the floor. I mean, I know it was a spell, and I know I could managed some magic, but these candles, and there must have been a good twenty of them, all alighted at once, their flames a good inch tall.

I quickly shook the thought from my head and turned back to the other page I had the book open at. I had no idea how long the spell would take and the bathroom door didn't have a lock on it. Seriously – a motel bathroom with no lock?!

I read the brief instructions on the card before pulling a ring off my finger. It was Winter's. I'd found it in her bedroom when I'd been hunting under her bed for any clue as to where she was. I placed it in the centre of the map and closed my eyes, focusing on the image of my sister as I started to recite the incantation. As I repeated the incantation for the third time, I opened my eyes. As I did, it was if the flames of the seven green candles rose away from their wicks and hovered in the air, swirling around the map. They closed in to become one as they hovered above the ring, making it float up from the map. And then the light shot down, scorching a hole in the map.

'It worked,' I breathed, unsure as to whether or not I should have been happy at that realization. And then the room went haywire. The flames of the white candles surrounding me shot up so they were about three feet high – their flames quickly attaching themselves to the stained shower curtain. Almost simultaneously, the green light above the ring glowed brighter.

The ring which was jerking about in air suddenly turned on me, hurtling towards me like a bullet, lodging itself in my shoulder. As I screamed, the light which had been hovering above the ring shot out in all directions, almost as if it exploded, car alarms set off in all directions, and sending me backwards through the door.

I careered backwards, through the table, crashing on something soft. A bed. And a person. My head was still reeling as I felt something cold being thrust against my temple.

'Make one more move, and I pull the trigger,' Dean's voice was as cold and hard at the barrel of the gun.

With my head still swimming, all I could manage was a groan which turned into a coughing fit as the dust flew around the room.

'What the hell is going on?' Sam was on his feet, staring down at the pair of us.

I stared past him, watching the flames that were beginning to leave the confines of the shower curtain. 'Oh my goddess,' I gasped, making to try and head over.

Something clicked next to my ear and I froze.

'Not so fast,' Dean whispered in my ear.

'What the hell is going on?' Sam repeated.

'It was a spell,' I just about managed to burst out. 'It went wrong. I'm sorry.' Next to me, Dean made no effort to remove the gun. 'Please, it was an accident – I didn't mean to blow the room up.' With Dean behind me, all I could do was staring pleadingly up at Sam, silently begging him to get his brother to let me go.

Sam looked from me to the destroyed room, 'a spell to do what?'

'Find Winter,' I sobbed. My shoulder and head were killing me – the rest of me didn't feel that brilliant. And oh yeah, the gun was still boring into my skull.

Sam took one last look at me then nodded at his brother. There was a moment's pause and then the gun was removed. I pushed myself off Dean and practically collapsed on the floor as I tripped over the rubble that was in the room.

'Summer, we need to get out of here now!' Sam told me, making towards me. The room was filling up with smoke pretty quickly and I could just about make out the sound of sirens over the still wailing car alarms.

Ignoring them both a ran to the bathroom, grabbed the box and the book, my fingers just grasping the smoldering map as a pair of hands grabbed my shoulders. I let out another scream of pain as the fingers poked the edge of the ring-filled wound, only just managing to keep a hold of my things.

I was scooped up and carried outside, and all but thrown in the backseat of the Impala as Sam threw himself in beside me, Dean flying into the drivers seat.

We squealed out of the parking lot seconds before the fire engines and police cars pulled into the motel entrance. The red and blue lights flashing on the ceiling of the car were the last thing I saw before they were replaced with black.


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