Witches and Goblins
Chapter 4: She's a Witch
The brothers woke-up to Dean's cell-phone ringing. Dean checked the clock; it was 11:00 in the morning. He stretched across the bed to the bedside table and answered the phone, "Hello?"
"Hey there sexy," Came the seductive answer. "Did you miss me?"
"Hey beautiful. You know I did." Dean smiled. "You couldn't wait until tomorrow night. You just had to talk to me now."
Sam moaned and rolled back over. It was too early in the day to listen to Dean flirt with some girl.
"Well, you know. A girl can get lonely." There was a pause and then she said, "Can we see each other today instead?"
"I finished-up the case early, so I'm free. How's lunch?"
"Great! Meet me at The Café in an hour. We can get a bite and then maybe stop by my house for some afternoon delight."
Dean grinned. This was the kind-of girl he liked: straight forward and not a lot of fore-play. "I'm there, ready to go." He hung-up the phone and he jumped in the shower.
On his way out, Dean threw a pillow on Sam, "I'm going out to lunch won't be back, well, hopefully won't be back till tomorrow morning." He grins, "So, you're on your own." He turned and walked out the door. It was 11:50. Dean didn't want to be late.
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Sam was sitting on the couch watching daytime television when his phone rang. It was Bobby checking in on the case. Sam filled him in on the night before. "We're going to head out of town tomorrow. Dean's on a vacation. And you know what I mean by vacation."
Sam wasn't expecting Bobby to tell him the job was probably not done. Bobby asked Sam about the items the goblin was collecting. He wanted to know what the goblin had said and how the goblin acted. Bobby had done some further research and discovered information pertinent to goblins. Goblins have strong connections to their belongings. If someone takes an item the goblin is compelled to retrieve the item. They will do anything necessary retrieve. This trait makes the goblin easily manipulated. Bobby said, "This isn't over."
"What do you mean? It's not over? The goblin got his stuff back."
"I did some more research. I went to the main store where all that stuff came from. None of the stuff you described came from the store. The person stealing the goblin's stuff wasn't from the store but from the town. You see goblins and witches have a love/hate relationship." Bobby went on to explain goblin history.
"I gotta find Dean. He's in more trouble then he knows." Sam hung-up the phone and left the hotel room within minutes.
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Dean had enjoyed his PDA filled lunch with Chrissie. After the lunch, the two drove directly to her apartment on the south side of town. It was a new complex with five spacious apartments per building. Her apartment was on ground level. It was sparsely decorating and she still had boxes on the floor of the living room and bedroom. In fact, the two nearly tripped over one of the boxes as they kissed their way to the sofa. She roughly pushed him down onto it.
"Hey, easy now tiger," Dean grinned as he landed on the modern, metal framed couch.
"Easy now. I thought you liked it rough." She grinned evilly, reaching behind him. She swiftly and expertly, handcuffed him to the metal frame.
"What the Hell? You're supposed to ask before you handcuff someone." Dean pulled at his securely attached arm.
She stood over him, her mood changing drastically. "And you're suppose to ask before you release servants from their masters. But you Winchester's don't care much about being polite. You come in guns a blazing and ask questions later." She sat down across from him on a black chair and folded her arms.
"The goblin?" Dean was confused.
"Yes, the goblin." She was annoyed. "He was my servant and you released him when you returned his items. It was my hold over him. Finding someone willing to do your bidding is hard these days. Getting a goblin to do as I wanted kept me off the hunter's radar." Her face was contorted with anger
"No hex bags needed." Dean was starting to understand.
"Why the girls? I don't understand. Were they witches too?" Dean was trying to stall to give him time.
Chrissie cackled, "Those girls? You want to know why?" The question was very amusing to her. "Those girls tortured me in high school. They thought they were so cool walking around as if they owned the place. I hated, hate, them. Then, in college, a man came to me and told me revenge was possible. He helped me see how powerful I could be." She paused. "And now look at me. I have you trembling for your life and I've gotten my revenge." A smile curled on her lips, 'I have a new face. People think this one is pretty. Men like you think, I'm pretty."
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Sam began his search for Dean at the pub. He asked around and no one remember seeing him. He then checked the restaurant and The Diner. He found a waitress who recognized Dean. She wasn't certain who he was with; the girl was new in town. But she was able to describe her and tell Sam her name was either Chrissie or Carrie. She wasn't sure which. He hit the streets and started asking people passing by if they knew the girl.
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Dean had been working the handcuff with his free hand with little luck. "I wouldn't bother with that anymore. You won't be able to undue it and you'll be dead shortly," Chrissie got up and walked to a black cabinet. She removed a velvet cloth with candles and little figurines. She laid out the velvet cloth and placed the candles in a circle. As she placed the figurines into the circle, Dean could tell they were people. Not just people, but one was him and one was Sam. They were surprisingly accurate.
As she sat in front of cloth, she began to chant. Dean worked vigorously on the handcuff. "Damn-it Sammy!" Dean swore under his breath.
As she chanted, Chrissie started rubbing her nose as if she had an itch. When the itch started, she was still able to continue chanting. As the itching became more intense, her chanting was interrupted. Blood appeared as she pulled her hand away from her nose. She panicked and looked at Dean; blood poured from her nose and seeped from her eyes.
"Dean! Are you here?" Sam was trying to open the locked door.
"Get in here Sammy!" Dean frantically tried to undue the handcuffs. "Hurry-up!"
Sam ran around the side of the building and appeared at the sliding glass window just in time to see Chrissie fall forward and started to twitch. Blood pooled around her. Sam broke the sliding glass door and let himself into the apartment. Eyeing the body and blood on the floor Sam asked, "What did you do?"
"It wasn't me! Get the key. If what ever did that decides to attack us, I want to be free from these cuffs."
Sam started looking for the keys. "Please tell me she doesn't have the keys on her." He did not want to search the bloody body. Luck for him, Sam spotted the handcuff keys on the kitchen counter. He made a quick, wide circle around the body and grabbed the keys. When he turned around, Dean was free and rubbing his wrist. His wrist was red from struggling against the cuff.
Sam was puzzled, "How'd you get free?"
Dean nodded to behind Sam. Sam turned around and found the goblin standing and looking at the dead body. "Oh, shit!" He reached for the pistol he had tucked in his jeans.
"I mean you no harm. She was going to kill you." The goblin stared at his victim with his head cocked to the side. "She stole my stuff and made me hurt people. She was going to kill the only people who were nice to me." His shrill voice filled the room. "I won't hurt you. I promise." The little creature bowed in thanks to Sam and Dean and disappeared.
"This has been the strangest hunt ever," Sam sighed and the two brothers left the apartment after calling 911 from her phone to report a death.
Author's Note: The stories almost done! One more chapter left. What are your thoughts? Cheesy? Good? Bad? If you feel the urge, review. Thanks for reading, I appreciate it :)