TMI: Here is the 2nd chapter. Hope you like it. Please be nice and leave reviews.

Chapter 2

Sam fell down sideways "Sam, this is no time to be sleeping on the job", Dean said with a smirk.

Sam gets up and snaps at him, "Shut up Dean. This is no time for jokes."

Dean grabs his gun and points it at one of the witches and says "Nightie night, I guess you won't be going out with Sammy then". He turns and shoots another of the witches point blank on the face "I guess you aren't the lucky one either"

The main witch says "Stop playing around, you fools."

Dean replies, "This is none of your business, witch. It's a family matter."

"Oh, shut up", Sam murmured. He shot one of the witches, but the other one flew towards him, her claws extended. She managed to rake Sam across the shoulder. He was pushed backwards, but managed to get off a lucky shot and pulverized the witch.

"Sam! You okay?" Dean asked fending off the main witch, who was trying to get closed to him. Unlike the rest of them, she moved with blinding speed, attacking, trying to get close to him. The distraction of Sam getting hurt cost him as the witches' claws grazed his chest. He winced and pulled away from her. She cackled.

"What are you laughing at, witch." Dean snapped, "We killed off your ugly friends. Those old girls were not really worth all that fuzz."

The witch howled, "I will teach you a lesson, you human fool. How dare you disrespect a woman?"

"What woman-", Dean started with a smirk.

The witch gave a screech of rage, "I will teach you to play around with a woman's feelings. You will never forget this lesson."

Dean backed away as the witch advanced towards him, an evil smile on her face. Her hair flew behind her, in defiance of gravity. She extended her claws and started chanting a spell. She moved to attack Dean, but in that moment Sam got in the way. He fell, seemingly unconscious.

"Sam, Sammy ", He cried out, he turned to the witch and blew her away with his shotgun.

"Sam, wake up. What the hell did that damn witch do to you?"

He knelt down next to Sam. He gently lifted his head, and checked carefully. Thankfully, there was no blood nor did it look like a serious injury. Sam moaned and stirred.

"Sammy, you ok?"

Sam turned to look at him with a worried expression on his face.

"What is it?" Dean ask, looking even more worried.

"Do I look ok?" Sam said patting his hair.

"What?! What are you talking about, Sam?"

"Oh no, I think the fall must have messed up my hair. I must look so ugly. I have to fix my hair.", Sam said.