A/N: hello fellow Supernatural fans hunters readers and my amazing lovely loyal followers. As always all of the love and appreciation goes out to you. I love you guys! Hugs. Here is the next chapter that you all been waiting for. Well, one reader in particular. Princess of the Fae, I hope you enjoy.

Carry on wayward supernatural fans.


The night air was cool as the wind blew. The moon was hidden away from site by the storm clouds, claps of thunder could be heard in the distance, threatening that rain was on it's way.

Blake and Sam sat in the Impala on the curve a crossed the house. Blake was pissed, and she wasn't entirely sure why. Because Cassandra cursed her friend? Or was it the fact that it seemed like her friend had feelings for her and was going to hide them from her? Or it could be both. She may understand the reason he would keep such a thing from her, But that didn't mean she didn't have to be pissed about it. Which, she was. She swears to all that was holy Dean felt like he didn't deserve love. She understood that more than anyone ever could. But he was going to have to deal because he was stuck with her. And she was going to tell him all of that after the which was dealt with.

Yeah, okay he made mistakes. But who hadn't? Nobody was perfect, Everyone made mistakes and accidents. He wasn't so special to think He was the only one who made mistakes. And she was going to talk some sense into his stubborn hard headed skull. Because she could.

Without any more delay, she opened the car door and was heading across the street to the house with the gun in her hand and only one mission on her mind. The thunder above matching her level of anger perfectly as she marched across the street.

Sam scrambled to ketchup. "Hey, okay. Blake. Stop. Are you sure it's her?"

"Positive. She's the only one that he talked to that found a victim that wasn't a family member. Not to mention she's connected to all of them."

"We can't just barge in!" He hissed quietly grabbing her by the elbow twisting her around. "Blake. You have to think about this."

"What's there to think about?!" She snapped, the street lights above them starting to flicker as An image danced in her head of Sam's memory, a memory that pissed her right the fuck off. "She cursed your brother! Obviously! We only have a day Sam! And I don't know about you but I'm not quite ready to lose your brother! At least I'm willing to help him. Unlike you when he was stuck in that hell. Now, let go of me!"

He let go of her elbow as if he had been burned, his eyes wide. "That- i- we promised."

"A promise that you two have always broke! Because it was always you and him! I don't care about that right now. Right now all I care about is saving my friend."

"So, what' you're just going to run in there like some sort of hero?"

"That's the plan." She said turning on her heel and approaching the house, Dean's gun in hand. She had been practicing, She wasn't as good as the boys but she was getting better. But yet the gun still felt odd in her hand. Heavy and Strange. But she would use it to save her friend.

Sam sighed and followed close behind pulling out his own gun with which killing bullets. Blake opened the door. She frowned. Why wasn't the door locked? This didn't seem right. It was almost like the which was expecting them. Could it be possible that Cassandra was waiting for them? Well, she's going to have a surprise. Because she's not leaving this house without killing Cassandra.

She quietly slipped into the house with Sam close behind. Unfortunately it was dark inside. And surely turning on the light would announce their presents. No. Follow Dean's Memories, Do what he would do. Following her and stinks she did exactly what she thought Dean what have done. She held the gun in a proper way like she was taught and turned the corner nearing the kitchen. She relaxed slightly when she discovered the room deserted.

Glancing over her shoulder she saw Sam giving a single that he was going to search upstairs. To her surprise she understood it and nodded.

She moved slowly and cautiously through the house, her Instincts on high alert. Her heart was pounding and her palms was a little sweaty, but she held tightly to the gun. She was intensely listening to her surroundings. Once in a while lightning would Flash across the sky, lighting up the house in bright light for a few moments before falling dark once again.

This was scary, but at the same time exciting. She felt more life than she ever had before. The taste of danger was exciting and exhilarating. Just knowing at any moment she could be killed was exciting as hell. Which was something she should probably be concerned about, but at the moment she didn't care. All she knew at this moment was that she loved this feeling, this feeling of excitement and rush. No wonder the Winchester's loved hunting.

She was slowly coming on another room, that looked like some sort of office or study, when she heard movement behind her. Her heart beating frantically, she turned and was face to face with Cassandra. The woman's features was lit up by another boat of lightning going across the sky. Blake raised the gun and fired but nothing happened. She tried again. Still nothing happened.

Cassandra gave her a wicked grin. "Oh dear." The witch said her voice smooth and calm. "Did we forget to take the safety off?"

A Icely feeling ran down her spine when she realized that she did indeed forget to turn off the safety on the gun. How could she be so foolish? "Shit." She went to bash Cassandra over the head with the gun instead when she was suddenly thrown backwards hitting the wall hard, knocking the air from her lungs, making a sharp pain go through her body. She started coughing trying to breathe air back in her lungs. She felt slightly dizzy. Did she hit her head?

Hearing the commotion, Sam came running down the stairs only to be knocked backwards by an invisible force as well and held against the wall, his gun flying out of his hand and to the floor. Then the room was illuminated in light as Cassandra flip the lights on. She was tall with long blond hair.

Blake finally got air back into her lungs, but she was frozen, unsure what to do next. Sam was being held against the wall. What does she do? No. She knew what to do. What Dean would do.

"It's amazing that hunters think that they can come into my house and kill me." Casandra said as if she was scolding a child coming home after curfew. "It's such a shame that I'm going to have to move again."

Sam's gun was right there, the witch wasn't paying any attention to her. Cassandra's attention was fully on Sam. Perhaps she thought Blake wasn't a threat. How wrong she was.

Sam, seeming to realize what she was trying to do, apparently decided to be the distraction. "If you like it here why did you start killing?"

"You would have killed those whiny people too. Why can't people just get over whatever happened to them? So I gave them a chance. Which is why I did my little spell. That and I was bored."

"You killed them because you were bored?" He asked sounding disgusted. Blake felt the same, now she wanted Cassandra double dead.

"Like I'm the only one who gets bored and needs a little action?"

Cassandra turned her back on her. Big mistake. Blake quietly got over to the gun pointing it at the back of Cassandra's head as she slowly rose to her feet. "Tell someone who cares." She said before she fired, the gun shot echoing around the room and in her ears. Cassandra stood there a moment before falling dead to the floor.

Blake stared at the lifeless body as Sam was Dropped to the floor. She had just killed someone. Yeah it was a which that was killing innocent people and who had cursed her friend. But it was still a person. And she killed that person without hesitation or a second thought. Her heart was pounding as she still heard the gun shot in her ears. Cassandra wasn't a good person, the witch was killing people because she was bored. Dean would have died if she hadn't killed her. She did the right thing.

Even so, she still felt a shiver of guilt run down her spine. This wasn't the only person she had seriously hurt or even killed. But that time was an accident, she didn't mean to. This time however, she did it on purpose, and actually wanted to kill Cassandra. But if she didn't kill her, the which would have went on killing innocent people, she did the right thing, of course she did. She chose this life, and she wasn't going to look back. One less evil witch in the world. This feeling will pass, because she will make it pass. Why should she feel guilty by killing a witch who was killing innocent people? She should feel no guilt.

Sam slowly walked to her taking the gun. "We need to go."

Blake swallowed and pushed away the emotion and the nausea. "Ding-dong the witch is dead."