A/N: I'm alive! And incredibly sorry for taking such a long time to update! It's inexcusable, but my inspiration locked itself in a room and wouldn't let me in until a few days ago. I hope you guys are still interested in reading this and reviews would be deeply appreciated. Massive thanks to my beta The Tribble Master! Sorry the recap is so long, but I doubt anyone remembers the story, so here goes...

Recap:

"Ok, you can go, but I want you back here in 2 days for another check up. And no hunting for you," Dr. Terrence added sternly to Dean.

"Whoever the witches are, they're using a really malevolent form of magic called seiðr. It robs its victims of their sanity, health, and eventually their lives."

"Why do you hate witches so much Dean? I mean, I know why, but… you really seem to dislike them."

"Just this hunt in Ohio with a witch… didn't go that well."

"Did you kill the witch?"

"No. She got away."

"What did you do to him?" Sam yelled.

"Dean's just taking a short trip down memory lane, Sammy." Isabella said.

"Bobby? Here's a question. How do you wake someone who's trapped in their own mind?"

"We could always kill the witches." Bobby suggested.

"You ruined my plan. My spell to make everything better. Six people. I needed the blood of six people as the main ingredient. You are the sixth."

"Blood is the key to it all. Blood can create… or destroy." Isabella said.

Previously:

Sam was still slumped over, his head resting in his hands. All of a sudden he felt movement behind him. Whirling around, he saw Dean awake and looking horrified. Dean stood up and backed away from Sam, his face one of disbelief.

"No. You can't….You can't…. It doesn't work like that. You… why?" He asked, voice shaking. It was then that Sam realised Dean wasn't talking to him but rather talking to someone behind him. Turning around slowly, he found himself gazing at the figure of Isabella, who was very much awake.

And now:

Chapter 14

Before Sam could even think of blinking, he was flying into the nearest wall. The gun flew out of his hand and landed near Isabella's feet. She picked it up with a smirk, twirling it lightly in her hand. Sam struggled to break free from the wall, but an immense pressure kept him in place. Behind Isabella, Sam could see Dean being held captive against the other wall by the other witch. She seemed determined to make the brothers pay for the death of her friend.

"Boys," Isabella said smoothly, her raised hand hovering at Sam's chest level. He gasped as he felt a sudden twinge in his stomach; as though something was being twisted. Raising his eyes accusingly at Isabella, he could only watch as she clenched her fist tighter and the feeling intensified.

"It didn't have to be like this. If you had just let me do what I had to do instead of interfering…" she left the rest of the sentence hanging, obviously expecting them to make the connection.

"Sammy?" Sam heard Dean call out distantly as the pain in his stomach grew worse. It felt like Isabella had taken hold of his organs and was using them for stress relief. Dean had reached the same conclusion he had; they were going to kill him for their spell. "Let him go, Isabella!"

"Oh, no Dean. I don't want him dead just yet," Isabella said, and her grip lessened dramatically. Sam took a deep painless breath and his vision cleared slightly.

"Why don't you want us dead just yet?" He mumbled, trying to shake the pain away.

"Cruentus volo defaeco orbis terrarium," Isabella said slowly. "And I want the two of you to witness it."

"Blood will purify the world?" Sam translated confusedly.

"Very good Sam! But then again, you always were the intellectual one, weren't you?" Isabella clapped her hands together, pleased. A sudden groan echoed through the room.

"Bobby?" Dean called out to their slowly-awakening friend.

"What…. What the heck am I doing floating in midair?" Bobby asked surprised, his limbs beginning to flail as his brain began to catch up.

"Robert Singer. So you finally decided to join us." Isabella sneered. Bobby frowned at her.

"You haven't ganked her yet?" He asked Dean and Sam. The latter raised an eyebrow.

"What gave you that impression Bobby?" Dean asked dryly. Before he could answer, Bobby was dropped ungracefully onto the floor. Sam attempted to move forward to help Bobby up, momentarily forgetting he was being held against the wall.

"So, I would love to stay and chat," Isabella began, begin to move slowly around the room. "I really would. You boys are so much fun to manipulate. But I really must get on with my plan. I think it's waited long enough, don't you Dean?"

Both Sam and Bobby turned to look at Dean, who was still slumped against the wall. He was glaring at Isabella, hatred flickering on his face.

"You bitch," he whispered. Isabella smirked.

"How are you using blood to purify the world?" Sam interrupted any further conversation between Dean and the witch. He wasn't willing to let Dean have a chance to piss Isabella off.

"Why should I tell you?" Isabella asked distastefully.

"It's a cliché," Sam said whilst shrugging, feigning nonchalance. "The evil mastermind confesses their plan to destroy the world."

"And then the hero saves the day," Isabella concluded. She looked at him. "Why would I give you that chance?"

"So you're not confident that you can win then?" Sam asked innocently. Isabella glared at him warningly, but the damage had been done. The two remaining witches (the second having finally woken up) were both glancing fearfully at Isabella. Their confidence and willingness to undertake such a plan had revolved around the simple fact that it would work.

"I didn't say that," Isabella finally said. Sam smirked at her.

"Okay, fine." Isabella relented. "You want to know my plan? With the blood of six particular people and a spell from a very special book, I can cleanse the world. I can rid it of destruction, of hatred and war. I can turn it into a place of peace and acceptance. Would you deny me that?"

"What about the world now? The people? What happens to them when you do your little spell?" Sam asked harshly. Isabella glanced over at Dean.

"Why don't you ask your brother?" Sam turned to Dean, who had his eyes closed.

"Dean? What…" he didn't bother finishing the question. Dean's eyes flickered open, gazing at Sam hazily.

"They die Sam. They all die, everyone… every single person. And all the children too…" his voice trailed off weakly as he closed his eyes again; trying to rid himself of the images Isabella had shown him. Sam looked at Isabella angrily.

"So that's your big plan? Just kill everyone and start all over again?" He said incredulously.

"Is that a problem?" Isabella asked innocently. Sam opened his mouth, prepared to rant about right and wrong, but before he could Isabella had turned away, pushing him further against the wall.

"Well, I think my ingenious plan has waited long enough, wouldn't you agree Dean?" Isabella questioned as she once again approached Dean.

"You can't do this Isabella," Dean said quietly. Isabella stopped in her tracks, face twisted into an expression of disbelief.

"Excuse me?" She said somewhat angrily. "Don't presume to tell me what I can or cannot do. I'm in charge here, I hold the power." Her voice grew louder as her rage increased. On the other side of the room, Sam and Bobby were exchanging glances as they silently formed a plan together. Or at least they hoped they both had the same plan. Head gestures weren't always an accurate means of communication.

"You're still human, Isabella." Dean said softly. "That young girl in the library crying over her boyfriend Roger? That's you. She still exists inside you."

"No, I've changed since then. Do you know what the first spell I used did?" Isabella said, her voice growing harsher, more emotional. "I turned dear Roger into a toad."

"Very original," Dean said sarcastically. Isabella flushed.

"I've grown so much more since then. Expanded my goals, my powers. You have no idea just how much damage I can do."

"But I do," Dean replied. "You're planning on destroying the whole world. Think about that, Isabella. Everyone you care about. What happens to your friends here?" Dean continued, gesturing with had towards the remaining witches. They looked at Isabella expectantly.

When Isabella did not reply, one of the witches spoke up.

"Isabella? You promised us-"

"I know what I promised you," Isabella snarled. "But it doesn't work like that. The only one who survives this spell is me." The two witches looked at her disbelievingly.

"But you swore we would be safe!" The more hysterical one cried out. Isabella turned to her, eyes flashing.

"Well, I lied!" She screamed, and everyone around her could see she had lost control over her emotions. Her hair was nearly crackling with her power and frustration and her glare could kill.

The second witch, angry at the betrayal, threw a spell at Isabella. Isabella ducked, and returned her own. Her concentration became focused on her two subordinates. Sam, Dean and Bobby could feel the force holding them to the wall weakening until they were finally able to break free. Sam immediately ran to his brother's side while Bobby headed for the remaining weapons still strewn on the ground.

"Dean? You still with me?" Sam asked somewhat frantically as he helped a near unconscious Dean to his feet.

"Sammy?" Dean mumbled, only managing to stay on his feet with Sam's help. Sam gripped Dean tighter and looked to Bobby.

"Sam, here!" Bobby yelled as he threw a gun towards Sam. Sam caught it easily and handed it to Dean, who gripped it weakly, before drawing out the gun the fake Bobby had given him earlier. Scanning the room, Sam located the other gun he had held before, and moved to get it, momentarily forgetting he was the only thing keeping Dean upright.

"Woah," Dean said hazily as he nearly lost his balance and fell. Sam quickly grabbed him and made him lean against the wall.

"Dean, stay still okay? I have to go get my gun." Sam said firmly. Dean nodded weakly. Sam headed towards his gun, keeping a weary eye on the witches and Dean. At that moment, a spell directed at Isabella missed and instead was heading directly at Dean.

"Dean!" Sam yelled, and Dean looked up tiredly, not realizing the spell was about to hit him. Before Sam could react, Bobby appeared at Dean's side and forced him aside. The spell hit the wall where Dean had been and shattered the rock into pieces. Sam let out a breath of relief before dashing off to find his gun.

He was just on his way back to Bobby and Dean who were standing in a corner when one of the witches let out a scream of pain before falling to the ground, dead. The other witch cried out in rage but before she could retaliate, she too was dead. The only one still standing was Isabella, her head bowed low as she caught her breath. Sam and Bobby both raised their guns at Isabella, Dean leaning against the wall between them.

Just as Sam was about to pull the trigger, Isabella's hand flew up and Sam and Bobby found themselves being flung away from Dean, their weapons thrown from their hands. Sam's head slammed into the wall and he fell unconscious, his gun several meters away. Bobby was slightly luckier and managed to retain his conscious, however the force of the fall left his winded on the floor.

Standing in the middle of the room, Isabella no longer looked like a powerful witch. Instead, she looked like a young girl who had lost everything and had only one option left.

"It ends now," she said quietly, her voice wavering. She slowly raised her head and looked at Dean. "Everything ends now."

Lifting her hand to the roof, she began chanting in Latin, the words spilling over her lips. A sudden cracking could be heard as the floor before her parted and a silver cauldron rose from beneath. The smell of blood filled the air. Isabella then raised her other hand to Dean, who found himself being involuntarily drawn towards Isabella. Against his will, his feet moved slowly and steadily, although Dean himself felt ready to pass out from exhaustion.

Once Dean stood on the other side of the cauldron, Isabella drew a knife from within the folds of her cloak. The silver glinted but the top was covered in dry blood. My blood, Dean realized. Chanting, Isabella lifted the knife and held it over the cauldron before suddenly thrusting it forward into the air. Dean felt an immense pain in his stomach and doubled over as he felt the pain of the knife in his stomach. Looking up, he realized that although the knife was nowhere near him, his blood still covered the knife as it dripped into the cauldron.

Letting out a strangled moan, Dean fell to his knees as the pain overwhelmed him and the blood streamed out of him. Isabella grew more animated in her chanting as she watched the blood leave Dean and felt her own power grow. Her plan that she had put so much effort into was finally following through. She could practically feel the strength of her magic flowing through her body, she could sense that soon the world would collapse, she could feel-

Isabella gasped as a pain started in her chest and spread through her body. She turned slowly and saw Bobby standing behind her, gun still smoking slightly. Looking down, she watched the blood spill across her chest and stain her dress. She fell to her knees, feeling her body weaken, and slowly slumped to the side. The dagger, which had been hovering above the cauldron, fell in as her eyes closed for the last time and the breath left her body.

Bobby slowly lowered his gun before racing to Dean's side. Dean was curled up on his side, hands clutched tightly against his stomach.

"Dean?" Bobby called anxiously but there was no reply. Bobby looked up as a noise across the room caught his attention. Sam was just starting to wake up.

Shaking his head, Sam scanned the room until he noticed a worried Bobby kneeling next to the still form of his brother.

"Oh God, Dean!" Sam called as he rose unsteadily to his feet. He staggered towards Dean, and would have collapsed if it hadn't been for Bobby catching him.

"Easy Sam," Bobby said gently. Sam stared down in horror at his older brother.

"Bobby, that's too much blood. He's not going to make it!" Sam said, almost hysterical. His vision swam before him as his legs buckled.

"Sam, I think you have a concussion. You have to stay still, okay?" He heard Bobby say from far away.

"Yeah, I…." Sam's voice trailed off as he saw a figure at the entrance to the room. He blinked, wondering if it was just his imagination, but the figure did not go away. Instead, it approached him.

"Dr. Terrence?" Sam asked in wonderment. He heard a noise from behind the doctor as an unfamiliar voice echoed into the room.

"Joe, are they down there?"

"Mark?" Bobby suddenly called out.

"Bobby?" The voice replied and a head peered through the doorway.

"What on earth are you doing here?" Bobby said, surprised.

"It's a long story man," Mark replied.

Sam stopped listening to the various voices around him and focused on Dean, who was still lying on the ground. Dr. Terrence was beside him, applying pressure to the wound.

"Dean?" Sam asked softly, his head still spinning. There was no reply and Sam feared Dean had lost too much blood until-

"S'm?" A soft voice called. Sam looked down to see Dean's eyes focused on him. A smile graced his lips.

"Hey Dean. You're gonna be fine," Sam said before his vision turned black.

.: to be continued…