A/N: Hello my dear readers and welcome back for another story. Find a good seat and settle in as we begin our journey. The brothers fall prey to a witch's spell and seek help from some old friends. I have added humor along the way and a few surprises. I hope you enjoy the read. Thank you to VegasGranny for her continued support and help with my stories. She rocks. Reviews/Comments would be great. NC

Disclaimer: I do not own SPN and this is my own creation. Any errors are my own.


Chapter 1

Darkness had fallen across the land and a full moon was peeking out from random clouds that passed over it. The night creatures were scampering among the branches of trees or slinking over the ground and through the trees of the forest. Every creature knew when something or someone that didn't belong there came into their territory and would fall quiet, until it passed.

The two figures moved like ghosts through the trees, trying to stay in the shadows when the moon's light cast the world around them into a horror movie setting. They moved as one, ever aware of their surroundings and any traps that might be set for them.

The brothers were hunters and were tracking a witch who was hexing people to gain power and prestige. She had already killed three people in her rampage and need for revenge to those she thought wronged her. It didn't take the brothers long to pinpoint the witch and track down her lair.

The older of the pair, held up his hand for the one following him to stop so he could survey the area ahead of them.

"You sure we're heading in the right direction?" Dean whispered to his brother when he stepped beside him.

"Yes, the cabin should be ahead of us in a small clearing," Sam replied quietly. "I checked the location three times before we left."

"You know I hate hiking," Dean grumbled as he set out again, leading them forward.

"I know, you've told me five times," Sam huffed rolling his eyes at his brother. "It's the only way to get there and not be heard or seen."

"All I can say is this bitch, I mean witch, better be home," Dean grunted annoyingly.

They fell silent as they started hiking again hoping to reach their destination soon. The full moon was not their friend tonight because this time of month gave witches added power. This was a time when intricate spells were cast, and their power was renewed.

The trees began to thin, and a small clearing could be seen ahead of them where a small cabin sat in the middle of it. Dim lights could be seen shining through the windows and off to the side sat a small truck. The brothers stopped at the edge of the trees and studied the open area ahead of them. Dean used hand signals to let Sam know what to do, before moving along the edge of the forest to get below the cabin and making a dash for the truck. He hunched over to look smaller as he leaned against the side of the truck waiting for Sam to join him. They didn't move so they could listen to see if the witch had seen them.

When it looked like they were safe, Dean crept along the side of the of the truck and to the back wall of the cabin. When Sam was beside him, they eased down the rough wall that snagged at their jackets like it wanted to hinder their advance. They stopped at one window to sneak a peek inside but didn't see anyone in the small room. Dean continued to the corner and looked around it to see the door halfway down. There was a small porch attached to the front with one step that led to the door and no windows near it.

The brothers didn't know where the witch was inside the house and knew they had to be careful. Dean carefully stepped onto the porch, adjusting the weight on his feet hoping the boards wouldn't creak and moved to one side of the door. Sam followed him stepping where he did and nodded to him that he was ready.

Dean reached for the door handle and tried to turn it to find it wouldn't budge. He cussed silently and knew it couldn't be that easy. He moved enough so Sam could knell at the door, pulling his lock pick kit out and worked on unlocking it. When they heard a small click, Sam moved and Dean tried again, feeling the handle turn and gave a slight push to open the door.

The door opened onto a foyer that had two doorway and a hall, each leading in different directions. When they were inside, Dean gently closed the door and let the lock catch. He pulled out his gun as he listened intently for the witch. He could see wavering lights coming from the left doorway and sidled to it to look inside. The room was lit with numerous candles positioned around the room.

Movement in the back of the room had him jerking back and holding his breath, hoping he was not seen. He let Sam know what he saw with hand signals and tried to determine the best means to attack. Dean told Sam to take his place and he hugged the wall as he eased round the foyer to step into the shadows of the doorway across from the other room. With the prowess of a beast stalking his prey, Dean slipped to the hallway and across it, so he was on the opposite side across from Sam.

They froze when soft chanting could be heard coming from the room, waiting to see if they had been caught. When the witch didn't attack, Dean motioned for Sam to follow him as he eased into the room and stayed to the right while Sam stayed to the left. He hoped being apart would give one of them a chance to kill the witch before she could hurt either of them.

The witch had her back to the brothers and seemed to be praying to an altar that was set against the far wall. There was a fireplace on one side of the room and bookcases filled with books, bottles of herbs, statues, knives, and other items that she used to cast her spells or do her rituals. The air was filled with a strong aroma of burning spices and smoke lingered near the ceiling. There was a rocking chair that sat near the fireplace, like it was set up for her to relax and enjoy a warm fire.

Dean was slightly ahead of Sam as he crept toward the robed figure. When he was halfway across the room, he raised his gun to fire when suddenly his body seized, and he couldn't move a muscle. He rolled his eyes toward Sam and saw the same thing had happened to him. Their bodies were frozen, like statues and a sick feeling swept over Dean when the witch turned around to smile at them.

"Well, well, didn't know I invited company tonight," she purred, studying the brothers with curious dark eyes that had an insane look.

Dean and Sam stared in surprise at the witch because she was naked under her robe and didn't bother trying to hide it. There were strange sigils painted on her body that neither brother recognized. They couldn't help staring at her, because she had the perfect female body, with curves in all the right place.

"You like what you see?" she asked pushing the robe opened more as she walked toward them. She stepped toward Sam first and tilted her head to look up at his face since she only stood five foot nine. She was taller than most women, but not tall enough to be eye to eye with Sam. "I've got to say you are a handsome specimen of a man," she told Sam, running a hand over Sam chest and down his arm, moving close enough to let Sam's hand touch her bare skin. "I bet you'd be a stallion in bed," she offered letting her hand trail lowered down Sam's front, stopping at his manhood and rubbing it. She laughed when Sam tried to protest her advances but couldn't. His face turned a deep shade of red at the abuse he was enduring.

Dean could barely see what she was doing to his brother and growled angrily, trying to tell her to leave him alone. He fought the hold on him, but couldn't speak, or move a muscle. Sweat was popping out on his forehead as he willed himself to move, to do anything to protect his brother.

"And I've got to say, you're not too bad yourself," the witch cooed into Dean's ear before nibbing on it and laughing when Dean gurgled some illegible cuss words at her. She hummed and walked around inspecting him like a slab of meat. "The fun we could have had together. I could have done things to you that would have you begging for more, but you had to bring guns to the party. I guess you two must be hunters." She kissed Dean on the lips, lingering with the kiss and smirked at him before strutting back to her altar.

The brothers watched as she untied her robe and let it fall around her revealing herself to them. She moved around the altar until she was facing the brothers and glared at them with deadly eyes.

"What shall I do with you two? I can't just kill you, that would be too messy and you're way too heavy for me to move on my own," she commented. "I could have you kill each other, but that's too easy. Maybe I'll make one of you my sex toy while the other watches. Or better yet, we could have a threesome." The witch threw her head back and laughed at herself. She flipped through a book sitting on the altar as she tapped a finger to her lips and smirked.

"I think I have just the spell for you two. I do like to have a little fun before I destroy my enemy," she told the brothers. The witch ran her finger down the page before moving to a cabinet nearby and removing bottles of ingredients. She began to add the items to a bowl sitting on the table until the mixture was right. "Now I only need two other things," she spoke, picking up a knife and vial from the table. She swayed to the brothers, boldly showing off her body and stopped at Sam first. With a quick flick of her wrist, she made a small cut on his hand and caught the blood in the vial. She grinned evilly as she licked away the remaining blood, never taking her eyes off Sam's face.

"Don't think I have forgotten about you," she whispered to Dean, cutting his hand and adding his blood to Sam's in the vial. She kissed the cut, painting her lips with his blood before flicking her tongue over the cut to sample him too. "That's strange, you taste different," she commented looking to Sam for a moment and back at Dean, smiling at him and showing her bloodstained teeth before shrugging and going back to her altar.

The brothers were helpless to stop the witch from performing her spell and watched as she added their blood to the bowl. She began to speak in a language they didn't understand before picking up a box of matches and pulling one out. She looked up at the brothers as she lit the match and held it over the bowl.

Sam knew he had to do something to stop this insane witch and looked deep inside himself for a power that was there. He could feel his fingers move slightly and concentrated harder, making his finger tighten on the trigger of his gun. He got his arm to move slightly, aiming at the witch and pulled the trigger. The gunshot echoed around the room.

The witch looked up with shock and utter disbelief on her face as she felt the impact of the bullet tear through her body. She let her gaze fall and saw the blood begin to pour from her chest and couldn't stop her body from crumbling to the floor. Sam had shot her in the heart, destroying the organ.

As soon as she breathed her last breath, the brothers were free of her spell and stumbled trying to gain their balance. Dean lunged for the burning match that dropped from the witch's hand and fell into the bowl igniting the mixture. A surge of power exploded from the bowl sending the brothers stumbling backwards and colliding with the walls of the room with enough force to knock the unconscious. All the candles were blow out and some knocked over from the blast. A thick, grey smoke filled the room for a moment before slowly dispersing as loose pages floated to the floor and the room became dark and suddenly incredibly quiet.