The room was complete with lit candles everywhere along with an enormous circle around a five-pointed star drawn by a piece of chalk in the middle of the room. Ben hadn't seen this kind of stuff before, but on movies and that was rarely since he didn't watch television all that much. Patricia didn't say a word as Ben walked slowly around the room, letting his hand run gently over the old books that had been shelved probably at least thirty years or so back.

"There are many things that have been kept secret from you." Patricia finally said as Ben turned and looked at the elderly woman.

"Your Mother's ancestors were witches, who thankfully, got away from the awful witch trials back in the sixteen-hundreds."

"Wait, so my ancestors were also witches than?" Ben asked as Patricia nodded before she walked over to the bookshelf and pulled an old book out. Walking over to Ben, she handed him the book.

"What is this? Spells or something?" Ben asked as he started to flip through the old worn out pages.

"No, in those pages you will find out everything that you want answered. Read it and then you'll understand." Patricia said before walking out of the attic, leaving Ben by himself to read. He sat down in one of the old chairs in the farthest corners before he began to read.

The storm was picking up by now, as the thunder cracked and rolled like a beasts upset stomach. The rain was relentless and the lighting strike deadly bolts of electricity as it brightened the darkened sky every twenty seconds.

"Wait, there's his bike." Sam Winchester said as he pointed at the house that they were driving by. Dean immediately stopped the Impala on the side of the road before opening the driver's side door and running across the road, Sam following behind. They had no clue as to whose house this was. But they only hoped that this meant that Ben was all right.

The cup of coffee fell from the elderly woman's hands as she felt an invisible force throw her backwards into the air before her fragile body collided with the wall from behind her. Patricia Wrought hissed in pain as she slowly got to her hands and knees.

"Hello Patricia." A woman, said. "Did you miss me?" Patricia looked up weakly to see a youthful woman standing behind the threshold of her kitchen. Before the older woman could reply though, she felt herself be slid up the wall by another invisible before being held onto the ceiling.

"Go…to hell." Patricia gritted out before the woman's grin turned to a frown before she waved her hand, letting Patricia fall to the hardwood floor.

"Wrong answer." The woman said as she walked slowly towards Patricia, who was trying to stand up. But too many hits had weakened her.

"Now, we're going to make this painless and simple. You're going to tell me where the little brat is and maybe, just maybe…" The woman surged her boot into the woman's gut as Patricia let out a slight whimper as she fell back to the floor. "I'll let you live."

"Never."

"Your death wish." The witch said before taking a sharp stake out that she had used so many times on the others.

Ben had been reading the next chapter when a loud crack of thunder made him jump slightly. The book had history of his family in the old pages. He had found his Mother's maiden name at one time. Everything in the book made him become in awe with his family's history.

"The itsy bitsy spider climb up the spout," A menacing voice singed as Ben heard footsteps approaching the attic. "Down came the rain and washed the spider out…" Panic surged through Ben as he stood up, letting the book fall to the floor as the door to the attic was slowly pushed opened.

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