Chapter 4: "Kick My Witch Ass, Huh?"

As Dean and Sam arrived at the witch's last sighting, Dean kicked his feet and sulfur dust flew up into the sky. Sam's fingers the dust and sniffs. It smelt like sulfur alright. The only question was how did it get there and what was the witch's next move.

"She left something behind, Dean." Dean looks down at the floor and spots the hex bag in the corner.

"God witches!" Dean sneers, curling his lips into a frown. His nostrils flared as he noticed a sound coming from the basement door.

Sam stood close behind, making sure Dean didn't fall into any of the Witches's traps. Dean cautiously throws the door open and cocks his shotgun. His hands held the gun and he shifted his body. The room smelled like a sulfur factory. The stench sneaks into the Winchester's noses.

The basement looked clean. No traces of demons or even a witch in sight. The oldest was grateful for that fact. He was in no mood to deal with any demonic shit. He'd had enough to last a life time.

For starters his own mother was killed by the yellow-eyed demon bastard and then his thoughtless father decided to make a deal with the demon himself.

"Help!" They heard someone screech," Someone for the love of god help me!" Dean looked over at his brother and Sam tersely nodded his head.

Dean pulled at the clear curtains and quietly snuck around the back to find a door. The door had claw marks imbedded in the wood. To avoid all blood shred, Dean yanked at the knob. He cursed loudly when he realized that the door was locked.

"Got bobby-pins?" Dean's head snapped around and he scowled at his little brother.

"No, Sam I ain't no girl!" He hissed as he stuffed his hands into his jacket pocket. Sam rolled his eyes and began digging around his surroundings for anything to pick the lock.

At this point he was sure that his visions wouldn't do anything for them. He just had to think. Where would he find nails? He looked at the shelf and he spotted something. His fingers snatched the nails. Iron? Perfect that would do the job. He quickly finds Dean and starts twisting the iron nail into the hole.

"Help! Someone!" Finally Dean's able to pry the door off the hinges and displaces the door.

Inside the closet door, a blonde girl sat with her knees to her chest and rocking back against the wall. She looked like hell. Her face was bloody and her hands had strange looking marks. Dean slowly approached the blonde with caution.

"Excuse me..." His voice was soft, his hands were extended for her to shake them. "Are you alright, Miss?" She was clearly not okay. He knew that. It was just a nice gesture to do for someone who was locked in a closet.

The blonde stared at the brothers. Sam tried to go upstairs and returned with a glass of water. But she didn't move, all she did was stare. It kinda gave Dean the creeps. "D-did y-you seee He-er?" The blonde finally blurted out.

Her strained voice sent chills down both of the brother's spines. She pointed to the left and Dean notes the fingernails and almost barfs. Her fingernails were torn off her fingers. Poor girl.

"No..." Sam said softly," we didn't see her." The blonde shifted suddenly, showing her pained hazel eyes.

Dean cleared his throat." Did you see her?" He questions the witness and earns a glare from his brother.

She nodded her head slightly. Dean starts leaning forward and the girl shrinks back in fear. "Shh.. we aren't here to hurt you." He stated as he calmly reached for her injured hand.

"She had these eyes.."

This grabbed the brother's attention. "What kind of eyes?" She looked down at her fingers and started crying.

"D-dark blue almost black eyes and her laugh..." She stopped speaking and more tears fell from her Hazel-colored eyes. "...Almost like a witch."

Dean's lips curl into a grin but he quickly dismissed the grin and straightened his face. "A witch you say..."

"I know I sound insane. I wouldn't expect you guys to believe me.."

"We believe you." Dean and Sam both replied softly. They cleared their throats and sighed." Anybody else live with you?"

The room grew quiet as she teared up. "My sister and her husband." She croaked out. "I-I found them and the witch locked me in there." She pointed at the closet before collapsing.

Xxxxxxxx

"Lexie?" She rolled over on the chair." Hey little sis, you slept through the whole movie." Lexie heard her brother's teasing voice in her ringing ears.

She threw her exhausted body off the couch and met with her brother's concerned filled eyes. He didn't look his best either." Oh sorry..." she slowly raises her hands to her head. "It's not my fault you picked a boring ass movie." She taunted, giving him the finger and strutting off to the kitchen.

"Looking for something?" FP teases as he holds up the coffee pot in his hands. Lexie glared her eyes at him and scoffed.

"Seriously? Messing with my coffee? Are you wishing for a coffin, FP?" He laughed obviously trying to get under her skin.

The truth was that he just loved messing with his sister. Even if she would be pissed at him. He didn't care. It was all fun and games anyway.

"Chill! You're coffee is in the fridge ready for you." She closed the fridge and took a long sip.

"Ah." She exhaled, smiling at him in annoyance. "Man, FP you really aren't the best are ya?" He just hiked his pants up and snickered.

"Yeah Yeah, whatever you wanna believe, Sis." He muttered before disappearing out the door.

Lexie was left alone in the small trailer staring at the blank television screen. She walked over to the coffee table and picked up the tv remote with one hand while she sipped her coffee in another. She shuffled through endless amounts of channels until her eyes caught something that craved her full attention.

As she watched the news program, her heart beated loudly at the thought. "Couple found dead in their house and left the wife's sister in closet" her heart broke for the sister on the television screen. She couldn't imagine losing her brother that way. Curiosity overtook her and soon she found herself diving deep into her laptop screen with tears in eyes. Every detail only made her stomach churn. The sister had her fingernails torn off her fingers.

Absentmindedly, Lexie stared at her fingernails and started to fear that the same thing could happen to her. All her worst nightmares felt like they were coming true. She didn't want to die alone.

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After finding out that Taylor Hawking was safe in Greendale General hospital, Dean decided that he would take the rest of the day at the bar. Sam rolled his eyes and scoffed. It didn't surprise him that Dean was ditching research to get laid. To be honest, Sam didn't think his brother could go without booze or chicks.

Dean's activities were usually based on whiskey and strippers. Rarely did Dean ever not go to bars or Strip clubs. Ever since Dean turned legal age or Sam was pretty sure his older brother snuck into clubs when he was a teenager. He also heard that the Southside had a huge nightlife scene. Oh yes he knew about the jingle jangle and fizzle rocks that just hit the streets about three months ago.

According to his thorough research the drug was being packaged in the old school building. The school was once the home to the Southside.

While Sam googled on the dark web about the town's horror and gore. Dean's Impala screeched to an abrupt stop. Dean spotted the neon sign he'd seen just hours ago and thought for a second before his thoughts were disturbed.

"Well, well, if it isn't Dean the great Winchester." He snapped his small handgun into on and turned around.

He bellowed a humorless laugh," Bela, you son of a bitch." He wanted to strangle her with his bare hands until she choked on her own blood and died a horribly painful death.

Bela narrowed her eyes and eyes the neon sign "Whyte Wyrm" she scoffed with delight. Of course the one and only Dean Winchester would slam down whiskey after a tough hunt went wrong. "Oh don't be a priss, Dean. You're only a sour cherry, because I took your precious colt." She challenged as she fiddled her hands in her pockets.

He clenched his jaw before stepping forward. He didn't have time to play mind games with untrustworthy Bela Talbot. Time and time again he'd been played by her sexy charms and he's making this time the last ever. Bela's eyes only showed poise and that sickened him. She was getting under his skin and this time he won't let her.

"Enough with the games, Bela. Where's the colt?" He snarled, his eyes burning deep into her facade.

"Already sold to the highest bidder, sorry." Her voice was soft but filled with a venomous bite.

"You're really some prestigious cunt." He spat as he beared his teeth.

Bela raised her hand back, stepping forward and slapped her bloody hand across his face. "And you think you're entitled to calling me that? Tsk tsk..." She paused during her threat, grabbing a sliver knife.

Dean's face stayed stolic and hatred burned into his lips. His eyes followed the sliver-plated knife closely. "... I don't think so... I got the colt and, you'll never find it." Her voice drags as she holds the blade against his neck.

He cocked an eyebrow" Oh... you're sure about that, aren't ya?" Bela laughed," You think that sweet talk will work, Bela. It won't. I know you lied to me." He fingers his pocket for his knife.

She noticed his trick and slapped his weapon away and slammed her high heels into his right rib. Dean doubled over, clenching his stomach with his arms. She cackled loudly, "Yes, I do, Dean." She confessed as she watched him whine like a baby.

Dean's eyes quickly burned with the task to well up. He squeezed his eyes shut, slowly trying to work enough courage to stand up. He hated this bitch more than ever. He knew what he needed to do. All he had to do was distract her long enough to get away and then kill her.

All a sudden loud buzzing echoed outside in the back ally. Both His and Bela's eyes shot around. Bela noticed that Dean's phone was ringing in his jacket pocket. An evil smirk marks her lips and her hands slide into his pocket and snags his cell. His furious look only made her giggle. She used her foot to push it to the end of the ally.

She held her hands to her mouth and let out a soft rushed gasp." Oops... I guess that was important." She trails her tongue against his ear. "Wanna kiss and make up?" She taunted, sexually gnawing at her bottom lip.

His heart rate quickened, his breathing only got faster as the blade slowly sliced a deep cut into his left wrist. He growled as the blade pierced the top layer of his skin. "Fuckkk!" He cursed many profanities as his breath labored. He tried to sit up with all his strength but she tied him down. "What do you want Bela?" He gritted his teeth, biting his tongue to keep from screaming.

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It was officially Four-fifteen, when the clock ticked. Sam was quick to notice that Dean never called him back and his four voicemails had gone through without a simple wink face sent back. He was starting to get very worried about Dean. Sure it was normal for Dean to not answer him but this time it felt different. Almost as if his brother was in danger. He groaned in frustration when he realized that Dean had taken the Impala with him. That meant he had to walk. Great, he muttered through closed teeth as he pulled over his sweater and slammed the door behind him.

As he walked, his gut tightened. That usually signaled that his brother was in danger. His mind was racing with millions of thoughts. Was it the demon deal? He hoped to god it wasn't. He though he didn't think much about someone watching over him. He still hoped that it wasn't Dean's time yet. His hands trembled as he fumbled his brother's countless numbers.

"Dean, please answer me. Are you alright?" He started to sound like a crazy man. The phone in his hand slipped his fingers and fell to the ground. Luckily his phone fell in the grass and didn't crack.

Wherever his brother was. He hoped he was safe. He wasn't sure if he could live without his brother. And he was sure as hell going to try to stop his brother from going to hell.

Xxxxxx

Alice stood by the front door eying FP as he approached her house. It had been years since she's actually talked to him. She was afraid that he would hate her for leaving him.

"Hey." He said quietly as he noticed that the twins were sleeping in their play pens in the center of the room.

Alice smiled before letting him in. "Hey." She whispered as she walked by the sleeping twins.

He cleared his throat, and awkwardly rubbed a hand down his face. "Uh... I'm sorry for Lexie's lateness lately. This is so not like her. She just seems—"

"Distracted." Alice finishes for him. He slowly nods his head and sighs. " Yeah... I noticed that. Her mind been focused on this out Town guest we have here."

FP's notices his sister's focus go elsewhere lately. He wasn't sure if this guy she's been talking to was a good choice. He seemed to be an distraction and as her big brother; his job was to protect her.

"Yeah... I've noticed too, Alice. She does seem happy. But this guy just gives me signals."

Xxxxxx

While Dean was still being tortured, his phone kept buzzing and buzzing across the ally. Dean couldn't tell who was calling him but he had a feeling it was Sam. Sam always worried about him. Now he appreciates his younger brother's worries for him.

"God, He never stops calling!" He hears Bela's high pitch groan." Jeez, it's like he's in love with you or something." Bela hisses with disgust lacing her sharp tone.

Dean wrestled with the cuffs," Yeah, he won't give up until I'm found." He snorted, he laid against the brick with his blood slowly spilling from his body.

Bela stands up from her hiding spot, trialing the knife in-between her slender fingers and dances the blade over his face. "I wouldn't get cocky, if I were you. I'm holding the knife and you're defenseless, Pretty boy." His eyes slowly droop close and then flutter back open.

"What do you want, Bela? You've got the colt, money and lust. What else do you want?" He huffs out throw his head back.

The way Bela's lips twitch makes his stomach crawl from the inside. He could feel his blood freeze and then his heart started pounded aggressively in his chest.

She kneeled next to him, before he felt her hot breath on his face. "Oh... a favor, that's all."

"What would this favor be?" He questioned, his chest still rising high and the plateaued like a fly.

Bela leaned in closer, cupping his face with her hands and looks him in the eyes. Dean tried to fight her eyes from attacking his. But she was strong almost as if she wasn't human. Not like she was much human anyway.

"A baby..." Her tongue slips through his lips." Your baby, Dean. That's all I've ever wanted. Not the colt or money. It was always you, Dean Winchester." His throat went dry and all he wanted to do was get away.

She combed her fingers through his hair, tugging at his roots and slowly sliding her hand down to his buckle. He thrashed as her hands unlooped the buckle and his jeans were tugged to his ankles. He tried to slide his hands through the handcuffs. He couldn't. It was like he was paralyzed. He couldn't move or even speak.

The feeling only got worse when he finds her working his cock with her hand. He fought her trying to make him come. He never felt so used and he hated himself. Where was Sam? He really need his brother and more than ever now. "Y-y-you're insane, Bela." He stammered as her slick fingers started thrusting into his hole.

He writhed in pain as her fingers shoved and spread out within him. He felt like a toy and all he wanted was to die. If it was hell, then it was hell. He was sure it was better than getting raped.

Her smile sickened him to his very core." I wouldn't say insane per say... maybe in love, but not insane." Was she a demon? He hoped she was. If she wasn't, then she might as well be one.

"Get the fuck away from him!" Before he could comprehend what was going on. He felt the weight lifted off his body. It felt amazing to be finally be free.

At first his first thought was, I'm in hell, aren't I? Another thought was who saved him. Maybe Sam finally noticed he wasn't safe. "Oh you got a slut too, now Dean." Bela taunted and his whole entire body froze.

"I'm not a slut, you sicko!" There it was. He knew he heard that voice before. He just couldn't pinpoint where he'd heard that voice from.

"He was about to give me a baby! And you showed up!" A laugh broke out and Dean wanted to cry.

"The hell you are! Dean's not going to give you a thing! You're going to go and leave Dean alone, you hear me!" It clicked. Dean slowly adjusted his eyes." L-l-Lexie..." He slurs as he watches the brunette turn around.

Lexie's eyes water when she realizes that the guy was the Dean she met just last night and her stomach drops to the ground. He was about to rape and oh god. She fought back the tears burning in her eyes.

"Well, I don't think so." The smug bitch recoiled, clicking her tongue and that only triggered something in Alexandra to snap.

The smug bitch really fucked with the one girl. Lexie wasn't in any mood for fuckers but one just stumbled upon her. She threw her arm back and smacked the living bitch right in the center of her nose. She fell onto dirty black asphalt. Lexie laughed as she landed face first into the ally.

"And, you've messed with the wrong chick, Slut!" She snarled, flaunting her sharp teeth and round-house kicked her in the stomach.

Dean's eyes widened in amazement as he watched as Lexie kicked Bela's witch ass. He loved the fire in her eyes as she threw the punch. She didn't show any fear or regret. Her moves were completely flawless and holy shit this woman was his type for sure. Blood splattered everywhere when Lexie's hands took turns doing upper cut and Dean was in awe. He's always loved women who can kick some serious ass.

By time Lexie finished with the smug slut, blood smears were stained into her white blouse and man she could really use a drink. A long drink and maybe Dean could too.

She gingerly helped Dean up and supported him. "Kiss my witch ass, Huh?" This bitch never learns does she, ugh.

With on hand she knocked her back to floor." Think again, Whore. You can't mess with trouble or you're gonna get your ass beat."

Trouble was her name and nobody messes with Alexandra Marie Jones and walks away without limping and blackened eyes. Now Dean was safe and now very turned on. Was there anything this chick wasn't. He didn't think so.