Evil, Or Something Else?
Disclaimer: Willow and the vampires in this fic belong to the Jossverse. Dean and Sam belong to the Kripkeverse
A/N: Sorry about the lack of updates… This is the final chapter; you know the ones, the kind that leave you guessing...
A/N2: Since I don't want to give out her name, or full e-mail, give thanks to ladystormrider for giving me this idea!
PLEASE REMEMBER, IT'S SHORT BECAUSE IT'S A DRABBLE!
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If all spells turned out like this, then Dean would have started years ago. When he woke up, Willow was standing above him, trying to make sure he was alright.
He was better than alright, but when he looked at her, he asked why she was naked. Actually, it was more of a proposition, but Willow had ignored that and focused on the fact that she was clothed and he could see her.
She hadn't really realized what that meant, until a second later when she ran to the bathroom.
"I can't believe you interrupted the spell and now look what happened!" she yelled through the door.
He was about to yell something smart, but when he looked at the door, he starting laughing. "I don't know if you know this, but I can see through the door too."
The door flew open and Willow walked out, anger clear across her face. "Since you can see through just about anything, I can't hide from you and I need more supplies to reverse this spell."
"And then you need to redo it so you can find my brother," Dean reminded her. He was trying to hard to not look down, but he felt his resolve slipping.
"You should go look for him your own way, because I don't need you with the wandering eyes messing with my focus," Willow shooed him away.
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When Dean first drove into town, he was pretty much bored with it instantly. But thanks to the spell, he found that the town was actually pretty exciting. It may have seemed weird that he only went into women clothing stores, but he wasn't going in to shop.
No, Dean Winchester was abusing his new found abilities. Of course, he didn't think of it as abuse since he didn't really know that much about magic. He had a smile on his face through out most of the day. He saw many women without their clothes, and they were none the wiser.
He knew he was supposed to be looking for Sam, but when he went to the last place he saw him, a park, he regretted ever doing so. Dean loved his brother, and would do anything for him, but going to a park where there were more men than women running around naked was too much for him.
Dean honestly wanted to claw his eyes out. Things that should never bounce were bouncing and Dean almost threw up. He was fortunate to discover that he couldn't see through his eyelids, so he fled the park in a blind panic.
He spent the rest of day making up for seeing naked man flab by visiting the clothing stores. It wasn't helping to find Sam, but it was helping to keep him sane.
After Dean got his ya-ya's out, he went back to the motel room, hoping that Willow had found Sam.
"Willow!" Dean called out. He looked toward the bathroom and could clearly see that she was standing inside.
The door opened and out came Willow. She was holding a wooden bowl. "Don't be scared."
He was about to question her, when she threw some weird powder in his face. He blinked furiously as he rubbed his eyes. "Are you crazy?"
She clearly wasn't as he couldn't see through her clothes anymore.
"From the look on your face, I take it that it worked?" Willow smiled.
"Yea, but you could have warned me before you threw something in my eyes!" Dean yelled angrily. "But thanks, I guess. Did you find anything on Sam?"
"Don't even get me started on that," Willow sighed. "I did find him, but it took a while. Something in this town kept blocking me, but I got through."
"So where is he?" Dean asked in frustration.
"I don't know exactly," Willow confessed. "He's in the town, I know that for sure, but somewhere underground, I think. Whoever took him is powerful; so powerful that pretty complicated locator spells get thrown off."
"How did you find him then?"
"Who said I wasn't powerful either?" Willow glared. "I got a close enough guess for you to start."
Willow said her goodbye and made to leave the room, when Dean stopped her. The look on his face was enough for her to know what he was about to say. "I only promised to help you find him that was it."
"You said this demon or whatever is powerful, and if he's using magic, then I can't stop him myself," Dean argued. "You're gonna have to come with me, so suit up."
"Suit up," Willow gave him a weird look. "I don't suit up. Can you see me suiting up? I don't think so mister, this is all you."
"So you want me and my brother to die, then?" Dean asked.
'Stupid guilt trips,' Willow thought to herself. "Fine, I'll come with you, but when this is over, it's really over."
"Sure sweetheart," Dean smirked.
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I end it here, but if someone wants to take it up and write a one shot with them finding Sam, feel free…
