Bobby and Dean stalked through the woods, Dean wondering why his luck was bad enough to have to do this two nights in a row. They approached the warlock's abandoned cabin. Since the door was already broken in from Dean's last visit, they walked straight in. Bobby headed straight for the other rooms, while Dean stayed in the main one. Both began to search through drawers, cabinets, and anything else that could hide things.

"What are you DOING?" Less then five minutes in, and he had already showed up. Must be magical censors. Dean turned and pointed his gun at the warlock. He looked pissed. "Didn't I teach you a lesson last time you were here?" He raised his hand, pointing his palm toward Dean. "I guess I'll just have to finish the job then…" He closed his eyes in concentration, and Dean felt the magic gathering around his outstretched hand. The older Winchester knew that it would be a good time to start shooting, but he couldn't move a muscle. The warlock took a deep breath, preparing to kill Dean with a spell - when Sam, who had been hiding in the woods, snuck up behind him and poured the contents of a hex-bag over his head.

The warlock choked on the first syllable of his spell and the magic he had gathered scattered back into the air. He clutched at his throat and wheezed, but couldn't speak. The boys had thrown his own spell back at him. Go Bobby! The warlock seemed to realize this, he turned around and SMACK! He slapped Sam across the face, sending him to the ground. Dean ran over to him, and Sam gave him a thumbs up, then pointed at the warlock, who was high-tailing it into the woods. I'm fine, go get him! Dean nodded once, then ran after him.

The warlock may have been older then Dean, but he was definitely in shape. Dean crashed through the woods, and into a small clearing. That magician was just right in front of me, he thought. Were the hell did he go?

The warlock slammed into him, hoping to get the hunter off his guard. It worked. Dean fell forward, and his gun flew out of his hands. The warlock went for it, but Dean grabbed his leg and pulled him down to the ground. They began to wrestle, Dean knowing that, if he lost, he'd be a dead man. He pinned the warlock under him, and got snarled at. Dean growled back.

Take a look to the sky just before you die

It is the last time you will

Maybe that'll shut him up, Dean thought. The warlock certainly seemed shocked that he was able to make words come out of his mouth. Obviously he didn't know about that little flaw. Dean grinned, glad to have the upper hand. He heard Bobby call his name, and looked up. The warlock used his lapse in concentration to push him off and make another lunge for the gun. This time it worked, but Dean grabbed his wrist at the same time. It triggered a shot, and Dean let go. The warlock, looking insane and incredibly angry, pointed the shotgun at Dean's head. Crap. Dean closed his eyes and prepared for the end.

Sam and Bobby ran through the bushes and into the clearing, following the sound of the gunshot. They saw the warlock standing over Dean, and pointed their own guns at him. The warlock gestured at Dean, whose eyes were now wide open, with his gun. I'll shoot him.

Sam growled deep in his throat. Then I'll shoot you.

The warlock weighed his options. Getting killed wouldn't be good, but he wanted to shoot Dean. In the end he sighed, still glaring at Dean, and tossed the gun to him. Dean picked it up and went to stand with his brother and Bobby. Sam walked over to the warlock, an angry glint in his eye. He hit him in the head with the butt of his shotgun and knocked him unconscious.

The warlock came too on a chair in one of Bobby's many unused rooms, with a card table, paper and a piece of charcoal in front of him. Sam, who had been watching him slowly wake up, slapped the wall, making a loud bang noise. A second later Dean and Bobby showed up.

"Look who finally woke up." Bobby said. The warlock growled at him. "Don't pull that crap with me. We all know that you're powerless without your voice. If you help us, then we'll all be out of this mess faster." The warlock snarled. He reached for the paper and charcoal.

Release me, He wrote.

"Not a chance." Bobby said. "How about we start with your name." The warlock held off on writing for a second, until he heard Dean crack his knuckles.

Lor.

"And what about the spell you put on Sam and Dean?"

One of my personal curses. How did he speak? Lor pointed at Dean. Bobby ignored his question.

"How do we undo it?" Lor snorted.

Only a warlock or witch can speak the words. Obviously I can't in this state.

"Really." Bobby said dryly. Lor rolled his eyes and nodded his head sarcastically. "Give me the words, and I'll find someone to speak them." Lor sighed and turned his paper over.

Find a warlock first, then you get my words.

Still no copyright infrigement intended, song is For Whom the Bell Tolls by Metallica, Supernatural belongs to Kripke because he wins at life. All songs are chosen by MidnightAsh7184