Another week comes and goes, and my cuts are almost completely healed. The stitches were finally removed, and my side doesn't hurt every single time I move an inch. We decide it's time to move on from Bobby's and continue our hunting. We pack up our bags and head for the car while Bobby fills us in on a potential hunt.

"A buddy of mine called with a possible hunt for you three." He starts, "Thinks a witch might be killing people in a small town in Wyoming."

"Ugh," Dean says, "I hate witches. Why does he think it's a witch?"

"People are dyin' strange, drowning in their sinks, choking for no reason, yada yada yada…" He grabs my bag from me and puts it in the trunk. He puts his hands on my shoulders, "Are you sure you're ready to be back in the action?"

I smile at him, "Yeah, I'm ready to get back out there. I've been laying around the house for too long. If I don't feel up to it I'll hang back, okay?"

He nods, "Now, you three don't be strangers. Come visit every once in a while, it'll be quiet around here without you."

We each give him a hug and get into the car, waving at him as we leave. I sit in the middle of the back seat and smile to myself as we cruise down the highway.

Dean glances in the rearview mirror, "What are you smiling about back there?"

I meet his glance in the mirror, "It feels good to be back in this car riding down the road with you guys, I didn't realize how much I missed it." I see a small smile stretch across his face.

We finally roll into Laramie, Wyoming and drive around scouting out the area, looking for any signs of a witch's presence. A motel's vacancy sign flashes at us from across the street, so we decide to turn in for the night and start fresh in the morning. The long drive wore us all out, so we fall asleep fast.

I wake up in the morning to Sam and Dean chatting at the small table by the window. Sam looks over at me and smiles, raising a coffee cup towards me. I crawl out of bed and grab the cup, "Thanks. Did you guys find anything useful about this witch?"

Dean passes a stack of papers over to me, "The two victims were both male and lived on the same block, but we don't really know how else they are connected, if they are connected." He takes a sip of his coffee, "I think we should go visit the wives and see what they can tell us."

Three people tends to look suspicious when the "authorities" come knocking on your door, so I stay back at the motel to continue researching the deceased men while Sam and Dean talk to the wives. However, I can't find any connections between them. I'm just starting to get frustrated when Sam and Dean walk through the door.

I stand up, "Hey, did you guys get anything useful out of the wives?"

Sam kisses me on the cheek, "Yeah, it turns out they are both part of a book club that meets each week. They seemed pretty nonchalant about their husband's deaths; both seemed pretty suspicious."

"Yeah," Dean says, "The first one was pretty jumpy when we asked if he had any enemies, or if she knew of anyone that might want her husband dead."

I try to figure out what could possibly be going on, "So are we going to crash the book club, or what?"

Dean smiles, "That's exactly what we're going to do, apparently they meet tonight." He shows me the flyer that he found stapled to a phone pole.

I scan the page, "Book club and more, bring your problems and we will sort them out…?" I look up at them, "Well that doesn't sound sketchy at all, wonder what the 'more' is."

We set out for the house where the book club is being held. We decide that I will go in alone since the boys would be noticed, and the fact that only women go to this book club. Sam rolls down the window as I get out of the car, "Be careful." He whispers. I wink at him as I walk away.

I knock on the door and a tall blonde opens it, "Hi, are you here for the book club?" she asks.

I try to be as naïve and cheerful as possible, "Yes, my name's Ruth, I recently moved in a few streets over and saw the flyer yesterday. Thought I might stop by to meet some new people."

The woman smiles, "Excellent! We always welcome new people. I'm Liane, come on in we were just about to get started."

I walk inside and am shocked to see alters in plain sight, with pictures of various men. My face must give away my shock but Liane just chuckles, "Don't worry hun, I'll explain everything in a second. We have some other newbies with us today too."

I join a few other shocked women on the nearby couch. None of the other women speaks to me as I sit down; probably out of fear. Sitting next to Liane are the two wives whose husbands just died, their eyes beaming as they look up at Liane.

Liane clears her throat, "Welcome ladies, as you may have already realized, this is not your ordinary book club. I allow you to express your problems to me, and then I solve them for you." She smiles at the two women next to her, "These two women had cheating husbands, but I took care of them. They won't be cheating anymore."

I don't know what to say so I just stay silent, along with the women sitting next to me. Liane continues, "The problems can be big or small, life or death. There's nothing I can't fix." A wicked smile creeps onto her face, "However, if you breathe a word of this to anybody, I will know, and you will be dealt with. I have lots of friends who will seek revenge on my behalf." She laughs at our shocked expressions, "But! There's no need to worry, I'll try to avoid hurting you."

I glance around the room and notice an alter with pictures of the two dead men. This woman is psycho!

She chats with the other women and listens to their stories, but after 30 minutes she decides that the meeting is over and ushers us to the door, "I think that's enough information for one week. Come back next week with your problems and we will fix them!" She gives us big smiles as she pushes us out of the door. The other women and I look at each other in shock and then go our separate ways. I walk, dazed, back to the car where Sam and Dean are waiting and get into the back seat.

They start to speak but I hold up a finger to tell them to wait, I need to process what just happened.

"That was the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me." Is all I can manage to say.

We make it back to the motel room and the second I sit down they are bombarding me with questions,

"What happened?"

"Did she do something to you?"

"Is she the witch?"

"Did she kill the husbands?"

I spill and tell them everything that transpired in the house; the alters, the threats, the promises, everything. Sam and Dean sit in stunned silence.

Dean is the first to break the silence, "She's just doing this out in the open? Either she's super powerful, or just plain stupid." Sam nods his head in agreement.

We leave the motel to do some research on witches, and find some perfect witch killing spells. We go back to the motel to gather some supplies before heading back to Liane's house. Sam holds my hand as we walk inside, but suddenly, he grabs his stomach in pain.

"Sam? Are you alright?" I ask, grabbing his shoulders and steering him towards the bed.

He gasps, "M-my stomach, some-something's wrong," is all he manages to get out before he's coughing up blood onto the motel comforter.

"Sam!" I shriek, "Dean! Get in here, help!"

Dean comes running in from outside, "What's happening!"

My mind starts to race but something Liane said comes to my mind, "if you breathe a word of this to anybody, I will know, and you will be dealt with…", I gasp, "I think it's Liane! She must have placed a hex bag in here after we left because I told you guys about her killing spree!"

As Sam gasps and coughs up blood, Dean and I search the motel room for a hex bag. I frantically search the bathroom but find nothing. I glance at Sam every few seconds to check on him, tears streaming down my face. Dean cuts up the pillows and dumps out the contents but still finds nothing. I pull the drawers out of the end table and a hex bag falls to the floor.

I yell, "Dean! Quick! Your lighter!"

He runs over and lights the bag on fire as I rush over to Sam, "Sam, Sammy! It should be over, say something, please, anything!" I cry as his head lolls to the side. I grab it in both my hands, willing him to wake up. His eyes start to flutter open and he groans, "I'm okay."

I hug him to me and Dean pats his shoulder saying, "That was a close one, I think we're dealing with a pretty nasty witch."

Sam heads to the bathroom to take a shower and get cleaned up while I pull the sheets off the bed and ball them up with shaking hands. Dean takes the sheets from me and throws them into the corner, before coming back to stand in front of me. He grabs my shaking hands, "How's that for getting back into the action?" He gives a soft laugh, but I could tell he was a little freaked out too. He hugs me to him and my breathing slows down. I look up at him, "Let's kill this evil bitch."

We pull up to her house and through the window we can see her sitting on her couch. We walk up to the front door and Dean kicks it in, sending splinters of wood throughout the house. We start flipping over alters as Liane comes running towards us, "Leave my alters alone!" She screams, using her powers to throw us all against the opposite wall. Sam and Dean get up and I pretend to be unconscious so that I can pull the spell items out of my pocket and dump them into the small bowl from the alter.

They boys try to distract her so that I can finish what I am doing. I light the contents of the bowl on fire and shout, "Now!" to Sam and Dean. Sam starts to chant the witch killing spell while Dean holds Liane down.

She screams at me, "No! You'll regret this Ruth, or whatever your name is! My fellow witches will hunt you down and make you suffer, mark my words!" but that was all she got to say as the spell is finished and she falls to the floor.

I notice Sam's alter over by the fireplace, with a picture taken from a security camera sitting upon the alter. I take the picture and put it in my pocket, then overturn the alter and all of its contents. We clean up any potential fingerprints or other evidence of our presence and leave the house.

Dean speaks up, "Do you think the other wives were learning to be witches too?"

I look at him over the top of the Impala, "I don't think so, she kept saying "I'll help you, I'll do it, blah blah blah. I think the other women were just seeking help."

He nods as we get in, "I guess we'll find out sooner or later, when they come after you, "mark my words" oooooo spooky!"

I punch him in the shoulder, "Shut up." I say, trying not to show my panic about what she said.

We get back to the motel and Dean goes inside to shower, but Sam and I linger by the car. He pushes my hair behind my ear, takes my hand and kisses it lightly.

He says, "I can tell that you're worried about what she said."

I sigh, "How can you tell?"

He touches between my eyebrows, "You get a little crease here when you worry about things. I've always noticed it."

I shrug, not really answering his question. Then I wrap my arms around him under his jacket, so I can be extra close to him, "I thought you were going to die, that would have really sucked."

He laughs and kisses the top of my head, "Nope, you're stuck with me for a little while longer."

I smile up at him and give him a quick kiss. We walk inside to get some much-needed sleep before our next hunt, which will hopefully be less stressful than this one.