"Well hello there boys~" she smiled, her British accent was unmistakable, causing both Sam and Dean to frown a bit and glance at each other. "What are two strapping young men like you doing roaming my woods?" she asked, Dean cleared his throat and put up a strong exterior to not appear threatened or scared, an attribute Sam both loved and hated.
"This isn't your wood bitch!" he replied in earnest "It belongs to... uh..." Dean staggered, "Congress" Sam finished. "Right! Yes... that" Dean sighed, he'd lost his edge on the situation. The witch, however, found it rather amusing "Well aren't you two a strange pair" she hummed, almost ignoring everything Dean had said, which thoroughly annoyed him. She walked closer towards Dean, looking up and down his body before staring right into his eyes, lowering her arms but keeping the boys in place pinned to the trees "Hunters, am I right?" she asked but didn't seem to be intimidated in the slightest.
"Yes, and damn good hunters at that" Dean reassured himself as he tried to resume his strong exterior. "And who are you?" he asked with a slight snarl, not appreciating the strong stare he was getting from her as if she were looking into his soul.
"My name is Mary, the same as your mothers" she smirked softly taking her piercing gaze away, 'so she was looking into my soul' Dean thought, his face expressing pain at his mother's name. "I am Mary, head witch of my coven" she fully introduced herself, before turning towards Sam this time to take a closer look at him.
Sam tried to struggle but he couldn't take his eyes off the witches pale blue eyes, which seemed to glow in the darkness. Dean also tried to struggle not liking how she was looking at Sam and how close she was getting to him.
"You're far from home Mary" Sam finally spoke, Mary smiles softly and reached out her hand stroking Sam's cheek gently.
"Yes, I suppose I am Sam, but as you will know all too well, I had to get away from my family in order to get stronger and experience independence" Mary smirked when she saw Sam's expression soften, his jaw clenched a bit indicating that he knew exactly what the witch was talking about. Even Dean understood to a degree but he was still trying to plan how they would get free and gank her.
"Oh Sam, you have been through a lot haven't you... your childhood... so full of hate and danger... so young to be a hunter" she said sounding sincerely empathetic. She glanced at Dean and grimaced "and you... your childhood was almost the same but you enjoyed it... your soul is ugly to look at... your soul is going to hell and it's already rotting..." she informed, turning her nose up. Dean looked at Sam, he didn't care what the witch had to say about him but... did Sam really hate his childhood?
Dean didn't want to hear any more "Shut up bitch! What do you want?!" he shouted and tried to struggle more. As if on cue the witch had also had enough "you boys aren't as fun to play with together..." she pouted and looked at Dean with a smirk "So~ let's talk one at a time shall we" she said and raised her hand towards Sam.
Sam felt a tightness around his neck and suddenly found it hard to breath "D-De... Dean!..." he struggled to say, straining to speak. "Stop! What are you doing?! Stop it!" Dean shouted and tried even harder to struggle from his pinned position.
But before Dean could do anything Sam was thrown from the tree only to hit another tree and fall to the ground, limp and still. Deans eyes widened in worry, calling out his brother name in hopes of getting a twitch or sound but to no avail.
Mary wiped her hands together in a clapping motion as if to remove dirt from her hands before looking at Dean "There~ Now we can chat without interruptions, you'll need to know the rules after all" she chuckled in a sexy evil kind of way, making Dean look at her and frown.
"R-Rules? What are you talking about?" he asked, his eyes constantly glancing over to his little brother out of pure worry and panic, he'd abandoned his strong exterior and wanted nothing but to go to Sam and check he was at least alive.
"Rules to my game sweetie~" she replied and walked towards Dean, she reached out and stroked Deans cheek before moving back a bit "you see, my game usually only involves one person at a time~"
"The missing people... that was you?" Dean asked though he already knew the answer, she didn't reply.
"Dean sweetie, you're a fine man but you don't understand your brother... not even in the slightest... even though you feel like you know everything about him, but you don't" she said looking a bit angry but suddenly Sam began to groan and wake up, Mary sighed and looked at Dean who let out a sigh of relief to see his little brother was okay. "Dean..." Mary forced Dean to look at her before she smirked "If you want to help your brother you'd better learn more about him, but I won't make it easy for you" her smirk this time was pure evil, Dean was about to protest when this time he was flung against a tree and was knocked out cold.
A/N: Sorry the conversation between the witch and the boys seemed a bit cut and dry but bear with it ;P There is a reason for her indiscretion haha
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