CROSSING PATHS 5

It had been a year since they had defeated Lucy's killer. The hunter brothers and Bonnie had managed to capture the creature and defeat it with a spell. It had taken a week to complete, after which they had once again gone their separate ways. This time, it was Sam to call her. He described how Dean was in trouble and that he needed a way to break a spell that was cast on him. Bonnie had dropped everything and made her way to where the brothers were. She stood outside of the motel room door and knocked quickly. Sam answered the door and gave her a welcomed hug.

"Where is he?"

"Inside, come on in."

She walked inside and saw Dean lying on one of the two beds in the motel room. He seemed to be sleeping. "What happened?" She looked at him worriedly.

"We were um, hunting a witch and she put a hex on him."

Bonnie's eyes snapped to Sam. "A witch?"

He felt embarrassed, "Yeah, one that is supercharged by a demon."

Bonnie nodded. "Okay, so what did this Witch do to him?'

"He seems to be aging, really fast. His body can't seem to keep up with it. He just wants to sleep all the time."

Bonnie walked to Dean's side and noticed the signs of aging that Sam was talking about. There were streaks of grey in his hair and fine wrinkles on his face. She frowned slightly. "When did this start?"

"A few hours ago, he's aged about 10 years already I'd say."

Bonnie joked with Sam, "I don't know Sam, doesn't look a day older to me."

"I heard that." A very awake Dean chimed in.

"Well there's defiantly no hearing aid needed then." She smiled down at him on the bed.

"Ha-ha, very funny. Now fix me please before I start getting a weak bladder and this gets embarrassing."

Bonnie giggled. "I think I might know how, I just need to find the right spell. Give me an hour or two." She turned to Sam. "You might want to get a wheelchair though, just in case."

Sam smiled at her. "Thanks Bonnie. Don't know how much longer I can carry on with the frail care."

"Well aren't you two just full of jokes while I turn into Hugh Hefner over here."

Bonnie laughed again, "I'll be back in a few hours."

She returned after searching through the local history libraries and making a few phone calls to witches, like her, that she had met on her travels.

She knocked softly on the door and Sam answered quickly. "hey, any luck?"

"Yeah, I think I have it." She was stunned to see how fast Dean was aging. He was sitting in a chair in front of the Television and had a blanket around him. "Wow. Never thought I'd see the day."

"Watch out Bonnie, I might have to throw my walking stick at you."

She laughed and placed a small vile of liquid infront of him. "here, drink this gramps, but only when I tell you."

"What is it?" He coughed.

"It's a potion."

"Okay, can I drink it now?"

"Wait, just a second." Bonnie pulled out her phone and proceeded to take a picture of aged Dean. "Now you can drink it." Sam laughed.

Dean grumbled some inaudible words under his breath and slicked back the liquid. His features started to change back to normal immediately. He stood from the chair. "ah.. yes.. full functionality again."

"Thanks Bonnie." Sam rubbed her shoulder.

"Its my pleasure Sammy. Plus, I got the best payment ever." She held her phone up in the air for both to see.