I expected this up sooner but i'm having some personal issue and problems lately and i haven't had a chance or haven't had the motivation to get this up.

I hope everyone enjoys this chapter. It actually amuses the hell out of me so i hope it does the same for everyone else

Enjoy and let me know what you think.

Now that the foursome were now sitting at the same booth it was now time to get down to business. Dean and Sam sat on one side with the girls on the other and Dean wasted no time getting started.

"So... think of it like this. Have you ever seen the Wizard of Oz?"

"Yea" The girls nodded in unison at the easy question… though they were not quite sure where this was going.

"You saw the Wizard of Oz?" Sam asked Dean in amusement with a large smile that took up his whole face. Dean was sure it was the truest Smile that had graced his lips in months.

"Yea" Dean said back in a "What of it tone" of voice. He tried to keep his face masked, not allowing his comical attitude at the moment to shine through. "Anyways… In Witch lore the good witches are always beautiful and kind… kinda like Glenda from the Wizard of Oz. With me so far?"

"Sure" Tracy responded though her facial expression seemed to tell a different story and only when Jenn nodded did Dean continue on.

"But Glenda… she didn't suck life out of people. She lived off the joy around her for years and years. Its harder however to find a place that has so much cheer to keep giving off enough of that atmosphere to feed her to live. Why do you think she lived in Munchkin Land! They were Joyous little people that sang and danced. Tons of joy… and Sam if you don't shut the hell up I'm gonna shove this fork up your big nose." Dean lifted his egg-stained fork to Sam's eye level, pointing it at him in a slightly menacing manner at the snorted laughter that had just escaped his little brothers mouth. Sam seemed to be getting a lot of laughs at the conversation they were having. Again he wasn't really mad but now they had to pay attention. He was serious on all of this and it meant saving lives… A thing Dean took VERY seriously. Sam put his hands up in mock defeat but never lost the smile on his face causing Dean to allow a small smirk to slip as he turned away.

"Ok so Organa is clearly not a good witch since she takes life forces but why is she beautiful then?" Jenn asked to redirect the conversation and put it back on track.

"Because the lore is always off somehow. No one ever gets it right. The Wicked Witch of the West was an ugly bitch…"

"Lovely" Jenn muttered at Dean's description.

"Well she was… Anyway she would suck life from anything. But that's if she DID take essences. Not all witches do that. Some dabble in really dark magic's and go all Darth Vader but they don't live as long. And normally today's witches rely on magic and spells that really aren't long lasting. There's no spell for eternal life. Witches today aren't as powerful as older ones. No one really knows why… maybe they are just all on crack."

"Dean…" Sam said in a bit of a warning tone. The tables had now turned a bit. It took him a couple minutes but now he was back on track and as serious as Dean was on the subject he was aware that his big brother could veer off track at any moment in describing things. It didn't matter how much Dean was into it… Sometimes he'd just fall off the "path" so to speak for a second. Sam liked to think of it as his "ADD Moment".

"Yea yea. So anyways. Organa is special. She's a bad witch. She's the wicked witch of the… " Dean turned to face Sam. "France would be east right? Yea… She's the Wicked Witch of the East." Deans joke on Organa's birthplace made the older hunter highly amused but the rest of the listening figures sitting around him just shook their heads numbly.

"Well that depends on which way you are facing and all that…" Sam added in a slight effort to burst his brothers bubble.

"Oh details…"

"Come on Dean…" The sliding off track was starting to get on Sam's nerves though he wouldn't fully admit that in a way he was having the best time sitting here talking with this Big Brother. It had been too long.

"Well if people wouldn't interrupt me… so ok… She's specific. She only goes after Female life forces. Absorbing them in turn affects their appearance I'm guessing. That's why some Bad witches that stole essences were butt ugly. They'd take it from anything. Animals... men… woman… ugly men and woman. Again I'm no Professor on this shit. I'm just going by what I know and what I've gathered."

"So what your saying is she only takes the life forces of really pretty woman only?" Jenn was starting to take in everything and it scared her a bit. Whether because she honestly understood or because the Witch scared her she wasn't sure.

"Bingo"

"So she figured out how to stay eternally young and beautiful." Sam added summing it up.

"Well great… a discriminating Witch. She had me possessed and she didn't take my essences. Did she basically freakin diss me?" Tracy's face held a mix of anger and fright at the comment she made and the thoughts running through her head.

"No… I think she only did that to get to Sam…" Dean knew that what he just said wasn't something he should have just thrown out there. Maybe they needed to progress more in this conversation before adding that fact. It was so obvious to the older hunter just what was going on. It only took simple pieces to complete most of the puzzle and from what he gathered the past few days he was sure he was now on the right track as to what was going on. And the next part wasn't going to go over very well for Sam.

"Huh?"

Dean turned to Sam's shocked face. Jokes were gone now and Sam's large puppy dog eyes met serious Hazels. This was going to be hard. Sam had already gone through so much including blaming himself for everything that had gone downthe past few months. This was certainly going to be an other blow.

"Sammy…"

"No Dean she didn't…"

"She did… "

Sam shook his head in disbelief. He couldn't have been the reason. Dean could see in Sam's eyes that he now understood everything as well. Sam was the smart one in the family and in normal circumstances he probably would have been the one to figure it all out. Dean would have liked that better in this case. So then he didn't have to be the messenger.

"Look THIS surrounds you Tracy. All of it. Your friends going missing... your librarian friend's son… It was aimed at you all along…" Dean tapered off before finishing the hardest part.

Sam's voice saved him from doing it though. And he should have been grateful for not having to say it but hearing the sad tone in his little brothers voice was worse.

"To get to me…" Sam turned to his brother with a dropped jaw.

"What!" Jenn blurted out the word before her lips could stop the sound and Tracy just sat cold and stiff. Her eyes were staring at the salt shaker in front of her.

"She planned it Sammy. She wanted to get to us… you... whatever. She knew we'd be here eventually." The eldest Winchesters voice was now sensitive in an attempt to show his brother just how sorry he was that this had happened.

"Dean…" Sam didn't want to hear that! He didn't want to know it was his fault for this poor girl losing her friends and the pain she was feeling. Also the reason for Joyce, the librarian, losing her son! No! He just wouldn't accept it!

"Sam… It's a terrible truth but that's pretty much it."

Dean put a comforting hand on his brother's tense shoulder and stood up from the booth. Sam's eyes followed his movements pleading for Dean to take it all back. But he knew he wouldn't. He knew he was right.

Dean sighed and let his eyes roll over the three figures still sitting taking in all of the information. He then pulled out his wallet, threw some bills on the counter and pulled the Impala's keys out of his pocket.

"Come on… We should go. I'm sure Tracy would like to get home."

After about ten minutes everyone was packed in the Impala and heading back towards Tracy's house. The girls took some time for a bathroom stop and Dean went back over to Dunkin Donuts to replace the Coffeehe tossed to the pavement last night. Sam waited by the car staring ahead in a brooding fashion, fighting his headache and his emotions all at the same time.

Now they were back on the road and at least the rolling scenery kept everyone's attention enough not to feel like they were in uncomfortable silence.

After about twenty minutes of not one lick of conversation Dean had about enough and his itchy nature guided his mouth into an attempt at conversing.

"Found a spell for your house." His eyes hit the rearview mirror to look at Tracy in the back seat. "Think it'll work just fine. On our way back I'll just have to pick up a few things."

"Few things? From where?" she questioned just to prove she was at least listening. Like Sam, she didn't really feel like talking but wouldn't deny Dean an answer.

"I don't really think you want to know." He chimed in.

"Try me…" She huffed. He had already laid a boom down on her today on how him and his brother were the reason she was alone again in the world. What could be worse?

"The cemetery…"

…That.

"Ok yea I don't want to know." She mumbled and set her eyes back to look out the window again.

"Smart girl."

An hour later the car started to slow and everyone's occupied minds snapped out of their intense thoughts to see that they were now turning onto a gravel covered road, passing a sign that said Graceland Cemetary.

Tracy let out an "Urg…" and Jenn gave her a light small to try and ease her frustration. Sam still sat looking out the front making no attempt to talk. His head was still killing him and the sun beating down on the old Chevy wasn't helping. Neither was the constant guilt tripping he had been laying upon himself since he left the Diner.

He should be celebrating being in the car again with his brother. He should be nagging at him about the music selection even though Dean never turned on the radio this whole trip and he should be throwing sarcastic responses back to him while they had a lighthearted conversation about nothing important. But here he sat… Sulking because he knew he was the reason someone else got hurt. No… Not just someone else… But many… and that "Many" still included his Brother. He was failing everyone.

Dean opened the door and hopped out while mumbling a low "Stay here" to the other occupants of the car. Sam watched Dean disappear around a bend past a few rather large headstones and as soon as he was out of sight the young Winchester fumbled out of the passenger seat of the Impala to stretch his legs.

Dean must have headed towards the mausoleums in search of what he needed to protect Tracy's house. Sam didn't read what Dean had planned and didn't know which spell but most protection spells involve a bone of some kind. Depending how the deceased had passed on would determine the power of the bone.

But whatever… He didn't want to think about it. Dean was back now and he at least now had a break slightly from being the responsibe one. Big brother was here to save the day and at least Sam's sanity for the time being. He needed time to let his mind run through everything and accept what he was accused of.

He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he almost didn't notice Jenn open the back door of the Impala and slip herself out to join Sam who was now leaning on the old Chevys Grill.

Jen slid next to him and purposefully nudged her shoulder into Sam's to get his attention and possibly a little smile.

"Hey Sam."

"Hey…" he responded and let his eyes give her a sideways glance. Her smile was huge and catching and he let a small one escape his lips.

"There ya go" She said in a low calming voice. Sam always knew why she was such a good nurse. Nursing wasn't all about medicine. It was about heart too.

"So... you've got him back Sam. How ya doin?" She asked putting a hand on his knee in comfort and leaning foreword to see Sam's face.

"Still kinda numb. Doesn't feel real sometimes." Sam replied, letting words come out that he had felt were only meant for himself. Jenn though had been there for Dean. She had been there for Sam when he never left his brothers side. She would always have an immense amount of respect from him and that respect included a key to his pained emotions. "I wished for it soo much and most of the time things you wish for are long from your reach."

"Well he's really back Hun… I'd tell ya if you were seeing things." She patted his knee before pulling her hand away and turned her head to look foreword in the direction Dean disappeared in.

"Thanks…" Sam almost whispered. He suddenly now felt like talking and figured her calming nature was to blame. Jenn would never blame Sam for anything and it was a feeling he needed to know. "So… why did you come with Dean to find me? Is he really ok?"

Jenn brought her attention back to Sam's face and caught the concern and worry etched into his too young face."

"Ok? Samuel he's better then you or I. I don't know where he gets that energy from. You were right ya know? When you mentioned it wasn't like him to be still that long. He really can't be still." She let out a small giggle and the action passed on to Sam.

"Yea… That's Dean. But now it seems he's making up for lost time. I don't think he slept last night but he doesn't even LOOK tired and I'm exhausted."

"Yea he hasn't slept much since … I've been with him the whole way. And you have a pretty good knot on the back of your head. I'm not surprised you are still tired. You prolly have a bamming headache to." The young nurse was quick and knew Sam was hurting but just like his big brother he was going to fight it for everyone else's sake. Besides there wasn't much she could do about it anyways at the moment. Her bottle of Motrin was empty. She had given him the last of it last night.

"So Jenn… if he's ok then why did you come along?"

"I dunno. I really don't. I guess I felt something drawing me to him… that I had to go."

"Pardon my question if its too foreword... but... do you like him? Cause relationships don't really work with us and all. And since you are a great person I…"

Sam felt weird asking and even weirder continuing but was cut off by Jenn thankfully.

"Sure I like him! He's a very interesting and fun person to hang around with… but I don't like him any more then a friend. That really was never the issues. Don't worry Sam." Her smile was still bright and comforting even after a crazy ass question like the one he just asked her and released the tension in his shoulders a bit.

Sam eyed the young nurse as she broke the eye contact and looked down to her hands. The break in eye contact brought the embarrassment of the question back.

"It feels weird… like I should know you two or something. I just cant put my finger on it." She continued on alleviating the Tension growing back in Sam's shoulders.

"Well weird is common around us don't worry" Sam laughed at his words and looked away watching as his brothers returning form caught his eyes as Dean came back around the bend and headed towards the car, something wrapped clearly in his hand.

"So staked a vamp I hear…"

"Oh! Yea… interesting experience."

"Yea… your first! I'm so proud." Sam nudged her with his elbow and Jenn and turned a bit red at his words.

His only reply was an even harder shove back.

"So how was it?" He asked as Dean kept getting closer and soon it would be time to get back on the road.

"Dusty." She answered and the two of them burst out laughing just as Dean reached the two giggling figures shaking his head with a smile.

Sam was so grateful to Jenn for coming out of the car and kicking him out of his guilt. He still felt bad about everything but now had a better outlook. And talking about his brother just reminded him to stop being an ass for the time being and enjoy his presence.

Because something still nagged at him... Something deep in his subconscious that he just couldn't let go of.