Dean Winchester could not stand witches. Of all the cases they had to get, they had to get the one about a group of witches. Ghosts? No problem. Witches? Those were a bitch to deal with. Sure they had witch killing bullets and spells. Unfortunately witches also had magic which is something Sam and Dean did not have in their particular skill set. They had just received a call about a coven of witches in Salem, Massachusetts. They had just wrapped up a case in Maine and were currently in route to Salem in the Impala.
"Of course, it's a group of witches. Why is always a damn group of witches?" Dean questioned as they made their way down the highway.
"I believe the correct term is coven. Anyways, it has been reported that a coven of witches has recently been placing a series of random people under some kind of spell."
"Spell? No killings or sacrifices? Doesn't sound like something that is up our alley."
"Dude, it's a coven of witches. That's right up our alley." Sam said. "Besides, how bad can it be?"
"Sammy, it's witches. That alone tells you something weird is gonna go down," Dean replied, grimacing slightly.
"Dean, weird is part of our job description."
They showed up in Salem to talk to the sheriff and get an insight as to where the witches were located. They were not too far from the coven and made sure to give Cas a ring on the way.
"Cas, it's Dean. We're in route to where the witches are, so could you meet us there? We would appreciate some backup on this one. Thanks, man."
"So, is he on the way?" Sam questioned as Dean hung up the phone.
"Yeah in fact looks like he might have beat us there in fact," Dean replied as they pulled up to the witches hideout. They were met with the sight of their favorite dark haired angel in his traditional attire, currently standing in front of the Impala.
"So what do we got here?" Cas questioned as he waited for an update on the case.
"Coven of witches. The sheriff just said that they've noticed a distinct difference in some of the locals."
"What kind of difference?"
"Major attitude adjustment. It's like none of them can control what they do or say. It's like they're under someone else's control. According to the sheriff, everything that the locals end up saying turns out to be truthful." Sam informed Cas.
"Well, that would explain all the hostility I noticed when we came in. Sometimes a little white lie is the way to go."
"Totally not helping Dean."
"Sorry, Sammy. Just speaking the truth." Dean retorted, as he held his hands up in a defensive manner.
"So this is most likely a truth spell?"
"It would appear so, but we wouldn't really know until we get inside and get a hold of that spellbook of theirs."
"Looks like we better head in then," Cas replied before heading towards the coven.
They snuck up on the cabin in the woods that the witches were rumored to be hiding out in. Dean knew that they were in the right place from the chanting of Ancient Latin. Not to mention, the place reeked of newt's eye and toad essence. Dean turned around to face Sam and Cas who were currently behind him.
"Okay, on the count of three, we go in there... guns blazing. Any questions? 1...2...3!"
"Put your hands where I can see them!" Sam shouted out as they kicked the door in on the group of three witches they were after.
"Alright... Mary, Winnie, and Sarah, no funny business or you'll get a chest full of bullets."
"Mary, Winnie, and Sarah?" Sam questioned, as he looked at Dean in puzzlement.
"Hello? Hocus Pocus? A classic? I swear, Sammy we need to have a Halloween classics movie marathon once this is over."
"Can we just focus on the task at hand?" Sam retorted as they focused back on the group of witches currently in front of them.
"Looks like there's one for each of us. I'll take the one in the middle," Dean replied as he drew out his gun and shot at the witch approaching him. "Eat lead witch!"
"Leave our sister alone!" the other two witches shouted as they came after Dean with their wands.
"Uh guys, a little help here?"
'We're a little tied up right now, literally. They put us in a full body lock spell." Sam commented as he watched the witches go after Dean.
"Ut nos dicimus vindicare conantur inducere animum patrie haec anathema et omnia alia que veritas munere mutus!" the witches shouted as they shot Dean with a blast from their wands before vanishing in a puff of smoke.
"What was that all about?" Sam questioned as he rubbed his head.
"Oh now you move?" Dean accused, not missing the fact that Sam was suddenly able to move.
"We were under a full body lock spell. We couldn't have moved if we tried."
"Full body lock spell? Are you sure you haven't just been reading too much Harry Potter again?" Dean joked, not able to help himself.
"Sam is right, Dean. We were physically incapable of moving. Looks like the spell wore off once the witches left," Cas commented as they took in the sight of the abandoned cabin.
"What was with the ancient Latin?"
"How should I know Sammy?" Dean muttered under his breath angrily. "Do I look like I know ancient Latin? You're the smart one!"
"Look man, we'll look it up back at the bunker and try to figure out what it means. In the mean time, do you feel any different?"
"I don't think so, except my ego's a little bruised. Last thing I wanted to do was get my ass handed to me by witches in front of Cas." With that, Dean covered his mouth with his hand mortified at what he had just blurted out.
"Um Cas, do you think you could give Dean and I a minute?"
"Sure, I think I'll just go wait by the car, Cas replied as he made his way out of the cabin to the Impala.
"Dude, what was that about? What did those witches do to you?"
"Sammy, I'm telling you I don't know. I'm telling you the truth. All I know was they shouted something at me in ancient Latin and the next thing I know, I'm blurting out that I don't want to be embarrassed in front of Cas," Dean mentioned as he recalled what had just went down.
"Dean, I think you got hit with a truth spell."
"Are you sure?"
"Test it out man if you don't believe me. I'll know more once we get back to the bunker."
"I ha-ove Led Zepplin. Ah man, we better get back to the bunker and fast," Dean groaned as he realized Sam was probably right.
They could not have made it back to the bunker fast enough. During the whole ride back, Dean had revealed way more embarrassing things about himself than he was comfortable sharing. He was just glad that one secret had not escaped his lips. That was the fact that he was in love with Cas. He was the only one aware of his feelings and he was determined to keep in that way, no matter how long this spell lasted. Sam filled in Cas on the details as they headed back to the bunker and Dean failed to not talk at all. Now they were sitting in the bunker's library. Sam was currently pondering over the recovered spellbook, trying to find anything on the spell that was placed on him.
"Ah ha! I found it!"
"A way to reverse the spell?"
"Sorry, man. It's just a translation. It says: Avenge the one we call our own, as we try to bring her spirit home. May this one be cursed with the gift of truth and all else shall fall mute," Sam read from the spell book from the cabin. "So basically it means you can't lie."
"I could have told you that! How long does it last?"
"About 8 hours."
"You mean I'm gonna be blurting out stuff like an idiot until midnight?" Dean questioned.
"Yeah but there are worse things that can happen."
"Like having a dad who turns you into his mini soldiers," Dean mumbled, only slightly shocked at what he just said.
"It's gonna be a long eight hours."