A/N: I've been feeling sort of guilty for the real short chapters, so here's an extra long one! I hope you guys enjoy! Keep reading and review (if you want of course). Thanks! ~VW

CHAPTER NINE

Dean Winchester eased out of his '67 Chevy Impala. He had called his good friend, Bobby Singer, a couple hours ago. Since he was just a couple miles away, Bobby had decided to crash the funeral with Dean. Therefore, Dean leaned on his car and waited. And waited.

"Howdy, stranger." a gruff voice spoke up. Dean turned. "Bobby?"

The old man rolled his eyes. "No, your Aunt Sue."

"Alright, anyway, let's just see if she's here. Sam's at home-"

"Why? He sick or something?" Bobby asked. Dean forced a laugh. "Nah. He hasn't caught a cold since like, the third grade? No, I can't believe my dad didn't call you." he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Sam's blind, Bobby. He gave up his... his sight for Dad. It was a demon deal."

"He what?" Bobby practically spit the words, making Dean cringe.

"Yeah, uh... he made me go by myself. Didn't want to ruin the funeral vibe, I guess? I told him-"

"Ya told him what exactly? That it was okay to stay home alone? He's vulnerable right now, Dean! Ya idjit."

"I know, I know Bobby. I'm sorry." Dean muttered. Bobby was beginning to sound just like his dad.

"Well, where is John? Is he drivin' over here?"

"No, he... he said he's on a hunt."

"On a hunt?!" Bobby roared, most likely louder than he anticipated. Some people who were mulling around stopped to look at them. "God, I can't believe this. Let's find this stupid girl and get outta here." Bobby turned on his heel and tapped a young couple on the shoulder.

"Pardon," he said politely, "but do you know where Louisiana is? Lisa's cousin? We're friends of hers and we can't seem to find her anywhere."

The couple looked at each other, then smiled sympathetically. "The poor dear is dreadfully ill. Couldn't make it. I heard it was pneumonia."

Dean clenched his teeth. "That's too bad." he grabbed Bobby's arm and dragged him over to the car. "Bobby, she was perfectly fine yesterday. When we were leaving Lisa's house, I saw a blonde lady walking up the drive. It could've been her. I didn't really think about it..."

"Do you ever think?! Where do ya s'ppose she might be right now?"

"Sam! Oh, God." Dean's face paled. Bobby felt bad for snapping at the poor kid. "Get in Dean, I'll drive." he ordered a little less harshly.

Sam sank deeper into the cheap couch, getting comfortable. This was what boredom felt like and he was experiencing the full impact of it. Sam sighed. His mouth erupted into an enormous yawn and he felt his eyelids droop. He was wearing Dean's headphones and listening to his iPod. Suddenly, the headphone cord unplugged itself from the music device and began snaking around Sam's neck. He cried out once, grabbed at them. He choked and spluttered. "Hello, Sam." a cool voice greeted him. He turned towards the feminine voice. "Who are you?" he gasped for breath. "I am," the girl paused for effect, "Louisiana the Lonely."

"L-Louisiana." Sam struggled to get out the words. "Why are y-y-you doing th-this?" Running out of time, his face began to turn blue. Sam suddenly felt very hot and couldn't hear anything. Then, he passed out.

"Sweet dreams, Sammy." Louisiana whispered, stroking his hair back as the cord fell lifeless to the floor.

When Sam came to, he was tied to a chair. "Good morning, sunshine! The earth says hello!" Louisiana exclaimed sarcastically.

"Why are you doing this? How do you know me?" Sam said weakly. He felt as if all the energy had been drained from his body.

"One. I'm doing this because I can. Two. C'mon, everyone knows the Winchesters. Demons, hunters, angels, even us witches." she told him.

"My... my brother will hunt you down!" Sam yelled in a general direction.

"I'm over here, sweetie." she grabbed his head and turned it in the right direction. "It's really terrible to lose something that means so much to you. I guess this is how Dean will feel when he discovers his brother's corpse."

"Fidelis veluti lupus, caecus sicut vespertilio, protervi sicut alica studeo ad dolos, sit hoc Wintoniensis sentire ira mea." Louisiana shrieked in Latin. Sam's body seized and began violently convulsing. Both Sam and the chair fell backwards and it splintered to pieces. Still roped, he twitched and jerked, unable to control his body. He was virtually unconscious. Blood trickled from his mouth and he was sweating something awful. Louisiana cackled and swiftly kicked the young man in the ribs.

The motel room door was abruptly kicked open. "You bitch!" Dean thundered, storming in. "Reverse this shit!"

Sam lurched and shuddered, swimming in a pool of his own blood. Dean was terrified, but his face didn't falter.

"No can do, honey." she smirked. "The Winchesters have to die."

Caught in a blind rage, Dean lunged at her. She held up her palm and recited, "Inepta mortalis, dolis sunt pro haedos."

Immediately, Dean froze and crumpled to the floor like a broken China doll. Just as Dean fell, Bobby threw a dagger directly at the witch's face. It launched itself directly in her stomach. She gasped, as if surprised. Louisiana stared at the knife in her gut. A ruby flower blossomed around her shirt. "Where... did you c-come fr-from?" she croaked. Bobby sauntered up, gripped the weapon tight and twisted it viciously. "I came from hell, sweetheart." he told her sassily. "Where I supposed you'll be going next. Have fun!" With a final twist of the knife, the witch's last breath left her.

And to Bobby's relief, both Sam and Dean stopped seizing and began breathing again.