AN1:Contains a MINOR OC... like the usual Supernatural episodes...

AN2: Set sometime during season 1...

AN3: Thank you all so much for all your reviews and favourites! I really appreciate it! PLUS a super awesome Thank You for KrizDeanGirl, smalld1171, Rosetta Brunestud , 27jaredjensen , Zyanya, Queen Bee and elleran1969 for your reviews! They really inspire me to continue :D

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Stillness

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Sam wakes up to the sound of a shrill bell ringing loudly on the counter of the nightstand. He blearily opened his eye in time to catch Dean switching off his cell.

"Wha... what time is it?" Sam asked, checking his own phone for the time, "It's two in the morning..."

Dean switched on the light and sat up, he glanced over to his gear and circled two fingers in the air.

"... now? You want to hunt a witch... at two A-M in the morning... ?" Sam said incredulously and looked around him, "Wait... where'd I put my holy water?"

A solo flipped finger was his reply. Very funny.

Fifteen minutes later the pair were finishing up the last checks to before they leave. "Alright... so... witch or not... we can't just blast her to bits... we need to find out if it really IS her who's hexing everyone..." Sam said, zipping up his jeans.

Dean dismissively waved his hand and rubbed his nose with the other, I know I know... let's just get this done with.

"You know... it's a good thing dad taught us tactical hand signs when we were kids... 'cause I wouldn't have been able to understand you half the time..." Sam grumbled and grabbed his gear.

They load their gear into the impala and Sam's got the privilege-that-can-be-revoked-at-any-moment to drive to the "skeevy witch's apartment".

The painkillers seemed to be working though and the 'freak out' lines on Dean's face weren't as furrowed as before. Then again, considering their usual encounters, this was a relatively stress-free situation.

Dean indicated to the apartment, did two small waves with his wrist, made small circle with his hand before tapping his watch and finishing off by making two 'o's with his hand. We move out, get rid of the friggen witch and we finish this in twenty minutes.

Sam grinned cheekily and pulled up to the curb of the apartment block. "I think you should sit this one out..." he said, "I could always call dad... ".

His brother merely narrowed his eyes before yanking open the door. And, just to let Sam knew how much he appreciated his opinion, he burped heartily in Sam's direction... but, his voice being all 'laryngity' and all that... it came out as a squeak –not too dissimilar from one you'd find in a squeaky toy. So, with a huff –and a background sound of Sam's giggling- Dean got out and shut the passenger door. Oh how he loathed this.

He popped the trunk of the Impala and retrieved his sawed-off and the protection amulet his dad left him before the man left on his latest outing. Dean also got another amulet for Sam and his brother's favourite bear-claw knife.

Sam shut the driver's door and walked around, "Sorry... " he muttered with a sheepish smile and took the amulet and knife from his brother, "Thanks".

They muffled up the locking the trunk before heading out.

They slowly headed up to the apartment, Sam "taking his sweet time to check his gear every few minutes" as they walked.

On the third stop, Sam glances worriedly as Dean's breathing started to become heavier by the minute. As far as Sam was concerned, he was sure his brother wouldn't go along on a hunt if it meant he was endangering Sam... but Sam was also well aware that Dean's got pride on his side. And that wasn't always such a good side to have.

Dean punched his fist in the air, pulling his fist towards him as if he's honking the horn on a truck. Move it, slow-ass.

"... Right..." Sam sighed and headed up the last few steps. It was obvious Dean wasn't gauging his own health accurately when one of his senses was messed up.

They checked the hall for witnesses before splitting up and crouching either sides of the door.

Dean knocked on the door, shuffling back until he's ready to aim at whoever opens the door. And it didn't take long...

A young woman opened the door, looking around for a few seconds before spotting Dean crouched by the door, "HOLY SHI-" and even before she could finish her sentence, Dean's covered her mouth and was dragging her into her apartment. But, before he could even properly get a hold on her, she quickly snapped him around and held a small thumb length blade to his neck, "Come on, try. It!" she snapped angrily, digging the blade into the hunter's neck.

"W-wait! Don't!" Sam yelled, lifting both hands in his air.

She looked at the bar of them, noticing the necklaces on their necks, "... Hunters?" she asked, checking to see if Dean had the same necklace on. Unfortunately, he took it as an incentive to quickly manoeuvre out of her grip and hold her at gunpoint.

Sam quickly shut the door and turned to face the young woman, "We're not here to hurt you..." he said calmly, earning a glare from her. "But, we have a few questions for you..."

"You call this questioning?" she growled, looking pointedly at the shotgun Dean was pointing at her. She didn't seemed to be deterred by that at all... and that was slightly unnerving for both boys.

"We need to talk to you..." Sam repeated calmly.

She nodded slowly.

Dean narrowed his eyes before lowering his shotgun. He's motioning wildly with his one hand before rubbing his hand vigorously on his jeans.

"Is he normally like this?" she asked after a few seconds with a frown.

"... Laryngitis..." Sam said and rubbed the back of his neck. Dean just shrugged with his pick-up-line-gone-wrong smile on his face.

"Oooohhh... ouch... sorry, dude," she said and pointed to his neck, "You okay?"

Dean smiled with a wink. I'm fine, sweetheart. And THAT seduction was cut short by his abrupt coughing.

Sam chuckled at his brother before turning back to the suspected witch, "Well... we've found your website... ". He lightly claps Dean on the back for a few times before refocusing his attention.

"Right..." she said, scratching absently behind her head before smiling sheepishly, "Yea... remnants of my youth unfortunately... yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm still young, I know..."

It takes a while before Dean settles down from his coughing bout and he and Sam finally look to each other, "Uhh... look, there has been deaths and -"

The young woman frowned and turned on her heel. She walked off to her study and motioned for them to follow her before going in, "You've been watching that too? It's people like this who give Wiccans a bad name..." she snapped and dug around through some of the papers on her desk before emerging with a file, "It started like four months ago..."

"You're a wiccan?" Sam asked incredulously. It was strange since she didn't look like any kind of Wiccan he'd ever met. He was kind of expecting a flower-bearing cosmic... orientated person... but she looked like an instructor at the local gym or something.

"Sort of... only when I feel like it... " she said and smiled at the medals and photographs on the side table in her study, "And that's not too often anymore...".

Sam looked over to the table and quirked an eyebrow, "Hey, you're an instructor for the army?" he asked. Both brothers walked closer to the table and examined the contents. A couple of bronze, silver and golden medals were riddled between photographs of her at a range and group shots of her standing next to a couple of army cadets.

"No... I'm an instructor at the Firing Range at the club... " she said proudly and pointed to the picture Dean held. In the picture, she was standing next to three others, all holding their rifles against their shoulders, "That's my baby... a Browning Machine gun...fifty calibre..."

Dean smirked devilishly at her but she quickly glared at him,"... I prefer rifles over shotguns...". And to that, she received a pout.

"Now... ", Dean and Sam stared astounded as the woman walked over to the file again and spread out the newspaper clips and other notes. "I've been trying to find some kind of connection... but other than four men who visited the same bloody bar on weekends... nada," she explained and opened a map.

"... Are you...a... ?" Sam started, studying the contents of the folder.

"Nah... tried it... but it's not for me... I'm more of a part-time hunter..." she said and grinned sheepishly, "And by part-time, I mean, once or twice in a year ... gig..."

Dean paged through the contents for a few minutes before scratching his head. He looked at Sam and shrugged. Same as we got, bro. Nothing new. He paused at one page before turning back a few. He grabbed the page and held it up, pointing to one of the highlighted lines. He involuntarily yawned, but quickly stifled it as quickly as he could. But he knew Sam noticed it.

"I know... I also thought it could be voodoo... hoodoo... pagan... demon possession ... " she flipped over all the pages until the very end and spread open the file, "But, it looks more like some kind of demon possession... no gris-gris bags or anything like that...".

Dean smirked and elbowed Sam in the ribs. Chick's got skills. He absently wipes at his forehead, practically feeling the painkillers working out of his system.

"Well... you can take these... " she hands them several papers and grinned afterwards, "and get going..."

"But... " Sam started, but she held up her hand to silence him.

"Look... hunting is great and all... but I'm not about to hunt this thing... whatever it is... " she said and checked over both of them, "Besides, look like you've been at this since you were born..."

A nod from Dean was all it took for Sam to agree, "... Thank you for your time... Miss...?"

"Miss I'm-not-interested ... " she said with a smile and ushered them out the door, "Have fun with your hunt... and... Dean?"

The older Winchester had been pinching the bridge of his nose until now, but he quickly regained his composure. He smiled for a moment, pretty sure he's about to get lucky. Yea?

"Take some Tylenol and Cough meds... you look like hell..." she said and grinned as she shut the door.

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