Dean and Sam were busy glaring at Lor when Bobby showed up.

"In here," he said, leading a pretty brunette behind him. She had waist length hair and a long tunic. She waved at the brothers, then glanced at the warlock.

"That him?" she asked.

"Yup." Dean and Sam looked and each other, confused, then back to Bobby. "This is Isabelle."

She's not a witch. Lor held up his paper.

"I'm not." Isabelle said, offended. "I'm a wiccan."

My words will burn her mouth.

"I'll try it anyway." She said glaring at him. Lor stared back, a smirk on his face. He handed he a sheet of paper with what looked like runes and scribbles on it.

"Can you read it?" Bobby asked. Isabelle nodded. She opened her mouth and uttered a long harsh noise, followed by a screech. Sam shoved his fingers in his ears and Dean mouthed 'WTF?' in Bobby's direction. Isabelle kept making horrible noises, staring at the paper, frowning with concentration. Lor's smirk broke into a full-fledged grin, his shoulders shaking with laughter as she continued to struggle. Isabelle paused and took a deep breath, looking pale and tired.

"This might be harder than I thought." she said, hoarsely.

"I'll get you some water." Bobby said reassuringly, then left. Lor continued to laugh silently, until Dean picked up an eraser and whipped it at him. He stood and walked over to Isabelle and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. Sam rolled his eyes at his brother's silent flirting. Isabelle smiled weakly at Dean, who leaned forward to whisper/sing in her ear.

Give me a whisper

And give me a sign

Give me a kiss before you

tell me goodbye

Isabelle grinned wider, and Sam groaned. Neither of them noticed the way that Lor's ears perked up slightly at the words.

"Here," bobby said, re-appearing and handing Isabelle a bottle of ice-cold water. She gulped half of it, and picked up the paper. Sam shook his head. No!!

"Maybe we should save that for a different time…" Bobby said, taking the paper back. Isabelle and Bobby went back downstairs, to continue researching, leaving the brothers on warlock watch. Sam and Dean sat at a table across from Lor, all of them glaring at each other. The angry silence was finally broken by Sam's stomach rumbling loudly. The other two looked at him, and he grinned apologetically at Dean. He scribbled on his notebook.

I'll go get food. Want any? Dean held up his own note book.

PIE! Was written, covering the entire page. Sam rolled his eyes and glanced at Lor, who shook his head. Sam walked to the door, debating weather or not to leave them alone. Dean waved his hand at his brother, shoo-ing him out of the room. Sam headed down the stairs, and Lor started grinning again.

Dean glared at the warlock, What are you smiling about? Lor wrote on his own single paper with charcoal.

Your brother's a pretty one, isn't he? Lor laughed, and Dean's blood ran cold. He growled at the warlock, who responded by licking his lips.

You sick twisted fuck. Dean wrote, shaking with anger. Lor smiled wider, until Dean was about to punch him. Luckily, Sam ran back up the stairs and stopped, sensing the tension in the room. Dean calmed down, and read the paper Sam handed to him.

Isabelle went home, and Bobby's out of food. Will you two be okay if we go to the store for a few minutes? Dean nodded. Sam raised his eyebrows, you sure? Dean nodded again, harder this time. He pointed the page in his notebook with the word pie written on it, reminding Sam. The younger Winchester smiled slightly, then headed back out. A few minutes later, Dean and Lor heard Bobby' truck pull out of the driveway. Lor smirked at Dean again. He drew a deep breath, and began to chant. It sounded like when Isabelle tried to read the spell off, but much more fluid, and less strained. It grinded in Dean's ears like sandpaper. He coughed, once, twice, and felt something dislodge from his throat.

"What the hell?" Dean asked, shocked by his own voice. Then he realized. "It was a song…" he clutched at his throat, disoriented by the words coming out of his mouth.

Lor grinned. Then, without warning, his palm struck Dean in the forehead, and his fingers dug into his scalp. The warlock began chanting, and Dean screamed in agony.

Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Kripke and the CW, song is Don't Cry by Guns n' Roses, songs all picked out by my song consultant MidnightAsh 7184