Me and my brothers were investigating a man that witnessed the death of his wife, who died in her own bathroom as her teeth had been falling out and she bled out from her mouth.

Dean and I talked to the husband in the bedroom while Sam was looking around the bathroom. "She was so scared," The husband, Paul said, sitting on the bed. "I couldn't help; I couldn't do anything to stop it. And I've talked to the police, and I've talked to the medical examiner and no one can explain it."

"Well, that's why they put the call in to us, Mr. Dutton," Dean said. "But the CDC, that's disease control, right?" Paul asked, "What do you think; it's some kind of virus?"

"We're not ruling out anything yet," I said. "Mr. Dutton did Janet have any enemies?" Dean asked. "I'm sorry?" Paul asked. "Anyone that might have a reason to hurt her?" Dean asked. "Wait, what are you saying?" Paul asked as he got up, "That somebody poisoned her?"

"I'm just saying we have to cover every base here," Dean said. "Well, I mean, what kind of poison? You think a person could have done this?" Paul asked. "Would anyone want to?" I asked.

"What? No, no, there's just no one that could've . . ." Paul trailed off and looked away as if he was thinking about something. Sam walked out of the bathroom and I stared at Paul, "Mr. Dutton?"

Paul looked back at me and Dean, "Uh, everyone loved Janet." Me and my older brother looked at Sam, who nodded slightly for us to leave. We looked back at Paul as Dean spoke to him, "Okay. Thank you very much; I think we've got everything we need. We'll get out of your way now."

Me and my brothers left the house as it started to rain and I sighed, "That dude seem a little evasive to you?" I asked. "I don't know I was under a sink, pulling this out," Sam said, holding up a baggie. Dean took it and we stopped walking. "Hex bag," Sam said.

"Awww gross," Dean said as he started to open the bag. "Yeah," Sam agreed as we looked inside, "There are bird bones, rabbit's teeth. This cloth is probably cut from something Janet Dutton owned."

We started to walk to the Impala as Dean handed Sam the hex bag. "So we're thinking witch, huh?" I asked. "Yeah, and not some new age wicked water douser either," Sam said and we got to the car, "This is Old World black magic, I mean, warts and all."

We climbed inside and Dean glanced between me and Sam, "I hate witches," He said and we chuckled. "They're always spewing their bodily fluids everywhere."

"Pretty much," Sam said. "It's creepy, you know, it's down right unsanitary," Dean said. "Yeah, well someone definitely had it out for Janet Dutton," Sam said. "Yeah, someone who snuck into that house and planted the bag," Dean said, "So what are we thinking, we're uh, looking for some old craggy Blair bitch in the woods."

"No it could be anyone," I grumbled and sighed, "It could be a neighbor, coworker, man, woman - that's the problem, they're human, they're like everyone else."

"Great. How do we find 'em?" Dean asked. "This wasn't random," Sam started, "Someone in Janet Dutton's life had an ugly axe to grind. We find the motive -"

"We find the murderer," I finished. "Yeah," He agreed as Dean started the car before we pulled away the house.

... ...

It was night time as we followed Paul around. We were parked beside the diner, watching Paul's car closer by, eating at the car.

Dean was eating his own burger at the driver seat while Sam and I were watching Paul, making sure he will be okay.

"Sure you don't want something to eat?" Dean asked, taking another bite from his burger. "No," Sam and I said at the same time. Suddenly we saw Paul climbing out of his car, coughing and gagging.

"Guys!" I said and Dean quickly drover closer to Paul before stopping. We climbed out and rushed to Paul as he kneeled down to the ground.

"Check the car!" Dean ordered me and Sam as he kneeled to Paul's side. Sam and I opened the doors of the front seats, feeling around for the hex bag. "Guys!" Dean called.

Sam pulled a hex bag out under the steering wheel, "Got it!" He said and I walked around the car as Dean helped Paul to stand and leaning him against the car. I lighted the hex bag on fire and Sam dropped it to the ground as it glowed with blue flame.

Paul suddenly could breathe again and we turned to him. "You okay?" Dean asked. "What the hell is happening to me?" Paul asked.

"Someone murdered your wife and now they're trying to kill you, that's what's happening to you," I stated. "That's impossible," He said, "There's no way -"

"If we hadn't have been following you, you'd be a doornail right now," Dean cut him off, "Now who wants you dead?"

"I-uh . . ." Paul trailed off, thinking. "Come on think," Dean said. "There's a woman," Paul said. "Okay, a woman," I repeated. "An affair - a mistake, she was un-balanced, she was blackmailing me and I put an end to it a week ago," He explained.

"What's her name?" Sam asked. Paul looked at each of us, "Wha - What could she have to do with -"

"Paul, what is her name?" I asked. "Amanda," He replied. "Her name is Amanda."

... ...

Me and my brothers headed to Amanda's house. I picked the lock while my brothers were on watch. I unlocked the door and led the way inside as we pulled out our guns. We walked around the house quietly and then walked into the living room.

We stopped at the doorway to see a woman on the table and I switched on the light to see that the woman was dead and the table was covered in blood. Dean looked from the body to me and Sam, "That's a curveball."

"Yeah," Sam agreed. We walked slowly towards the body and I used my gun to turn Amanda's right arm to reveal three slits down the veins, "Three per wrist, vertical," I informed my brothers and looked at them, "She wasn't foolin' around."

Sam put his gun in the back of his jeans and kneeled down next to a spell book to look at the scattered remnant of the altar, holding his nose to the smell of the burnt rotten food. "Yeah, looks like she was working some heavyweight evil here," He said.

"Yep," Dean said and turned around before jumping to my side, "Oh god!" Sam and I looked at him and then looked over to see that he nearly walked into a rabbit, hanging from the ceiling, dead. He rubbed his hand on his face before turning to us, "Freakin' witches! Seriously man, come on!"

"Guess we know where she got the rabbit's teeth from," I said. "Well, Paul sure knows how to pick 'em huh?" Dean said, "It's like Fatal Attraction all over again."

"Yeah," Sam muttered. "Why does the rabbit always get screwed in the deal?" I asked, pouting as I looked at the poor rabbit, "The poor little guy."

"You know what I don't get, guys? If she was so bent on revenge, why do this?" Sam asked. "Well, she got Janet Dutton, thought she finished off Paul, decided to cap herself and make it a spurned lover's hat-trick," Dean suggested.

"Maybe," Sam said as I looked at the body again and then looked under the glass table that Amanda was on. "I mean, this doesn't exactly look like the TV room of a bright and stable person, you know?" Dean told us.

"No," I said as I found a hex bag tucked under the table and pulled it out, "But then . . ." I got up and tossed the bag to Sam, "There's this."

He caught it and Dean frowned, "Another hex bag?" Sam asked and Dean groaned, "Come on!" He whined. Sam opened the bag to show us similar contents of the bag we found in Janet's bathroom. He put it on the table as I pulled out my phone.

"Looks like we got a hit, huh? A little witch-on-witch violence?" Dean asked. "I guess," Sam said, sighing. I dialed 911 and hold it up to my ear. "911 what's your emergency?" A woman asked.

"Yeah, hey, I'd like to report a dead body, 309 Mayfair Circle," I informed as I stood beside Sam. "What's your name, ma'am?" The woman asked. "My name?" I repeated, "Yeah, sure my name is -" I hung up the phone and put it back into my pocket.

"Why are witches ganking each other?" Dean asked. "I don't know, but I think maybe we got a coven on our hands," Sam said. I rolled my eyes, sighing, "Great," I muttered sarcastically.