Sorry it's been a while since I've updated. But I'm Back and hopefully be able to update soon. Anyways read, and review. It really is appreciated and will probably keep me motivated.

Dean slowly climbed the stairs that led out of the dark basement, shadowed by Castiel. Dean gripped his pistol as he silently opened the wooden door that led to the rest of the house. He took a cautious step onto the main floor, testing his weight, not trusting the old wood not to creak. When it did he instantly scanned the immediate vicinity for the red headed witch. Motioning Cas to follow him, Dean sidestepped along the wall out of the stairwell. Using the silent militarist sign language that he had picked up from his father, Dean signaled that the duo split up so that they would be able to cover more ground. He then gave Cas a look that clearly said not to get caught unaware again. Cas nodded and inched around the corner to begin his search that witch who needed to be stopped.

Sam made his way around the house, his mind on full alert. He had managed to escape through the same door that Dean had used to sneak into the house – look how well that had worked out for him. Sam shook his head: they were getting slow. All three of them captured? Really? He quickly focused back on the task in front of him. That kind of wandering mind was what had gotten Cas and himself caught in the first place. Sam reached for the doorknob to enter the house – then stopped. An odd shape in the shadows of the rose bush that lined the fence caught his eye. The giant man's curiosity had been piqued and he timidly approached the strange shadow. He squinted as he reached it, bending down to get a better look. His hand stretched out, brushing against what felt like wet fur. Sam lifted his hand into better light to look at it – it was covered in blood. He frowned and brought it closer to his face, curling his nose at the smell. It was a dead cat, and a black one at that. This has witchy magic written all over it. He dropped the corpse back into the bush and quickly made his way back to the house. Cas and Dean would need backup, and as soon as possible.

Dean roamed the top level of Kirsten's home, and so far he had found nothing. It had looked like a regular, suburban, apple-pie home. But it wasn't. Not even close. Hell, he had experienced it. He looked around it was apparent that nothing seemed like it was out of the ordinary, but if you scratched the surface you would find the dirt underneath. After going through all the rooms on the upper level, Dean started rustling through all the witch's things, thinking that he maybe be able to find a spell book, old grimoire or book of spells that was giving this witch the juice that she had. Since she was still on the main level he didn't want to ruin the surprise for the witch when she had found out that her prizes had escaped. He smirked, and dug deeper into his search.

Castiel had scoured the kitchen and dining rooms but had yet to find anything. The house was clean, but strangely so. As if it had never been touched. Perhaps this witch was that good, but he doubted it. He didn't like when she said she had a phone call to make. It was worrying. To whom? The authorities? Metatron? Abaddon? None of those options were very good. The final being the least, not knowing the full extent of the knights of hell, then the angel could very well be in as much danger as his two friends. Although, Castiel did know that if it came down to a full on fight, he would gladly stand beside the two humans he called friends and fight with them, right up until his final breath.

As he was about to go around the corner and search the next room he heard Sam slowly and cautiously enter the house. Cas nodded to the moose of a man and stepped into the living room. Ms. Lozenges was lounging on her sofa with her back towards him, doing her nails of all things. He snuck up behind her and firmly pressed his angel blade against her neck.

"Surrender" he hissed, "and maybe you'll be spared."

The witch laughed, still focused on filing her nails. "Surrender? Now why would I want to do something like that? You, my pets, cannot leave until a demon enters this house."

"Well, that was a stupid plan. It really didn't make a difference, sacrificed cat or not." Sam said as he stormed into the room to back up his friend, "Plus, I think you may have missed one minor detail." He added as he began tying her up

"What would that be? And how did you get out?" she scowled, her nails curling into her palm.

"Did you forget that not all demons are backing up Abaddon? Some are trying to oppose her." Sam smirked.

The witch let out a string of curses that would have any grandmother rolling in her grave and began fighting against Sam as he tried to tie her up, as well as Castiel who was trying to restrain her. But Kirsten was having none of it. How is she stronger than an angel and a man and a half? Cas wondered absently as he was trying not to harm her in their struggle.

Dean had gone through several family albums, heirlooms, and other various things but could not find the witch's recipe book anywhere. Suddenly, he could hear his brother's voice booming downstairs, he smiled and was glad that he made it back inside the house without drawing too much attention… Wait. He could hear his brothers voice? Well, that sure as hell meant that the witch could too. Shit. Was his baby brother in trouble again? He jumped over the pile he'd made, and turned around so quickly he almost ran into the door. Dean slowed down his brother had an angel with him and it would be embarrassing if he got knocked out a second time that night and by a door no less. He found his way down to the stairs and put on a bit of speed so that he would be able to back them up if necessary. Dean heard the scuffle as he stepped off the stairs he ran to the source. What he found was Cas and Sam barely able to hold on to a wriggling witch.

Dean reached into his pocket and pulled out his rag that he always carried and the bottle of chloroform that he had found in the bathroom. He applied some to the fabric and rushed to his friend's side and covered her mouth and her nose with it. She continued to struggle for another moment and then slowly went limp on the couch. Sam looked up at his brother and gave him his patented annoyed bitch-face.

"Dude, what took you so long?"

"Shaddup Sammy."