"So how was it being a child wrangler for a day?" Oshea said with a little grin as she and Ella walked down the sidewalk.
"Explain to me why people insist on reproducing and raising such terrible teenagers," Ella replied with a groan. "I forgot how loud and rude and annoying they can be."
"Aren't you glad that we took up the whole hunter mantle instead of you going after your dream to be a teacher?" She said with a grin, elbowing her sister a little in the side as they reached the house. "Okay… this is the place."
Ella scrunched her nose as she looked up at the nice two story home and the empty driveway. "Looks like she isn't home."
Oshea grinned broadly. "Great! Looks like I'll get to use my lock picking kit after all."
Just as they walked around the side of the house to the back door, Oshea's phone began to ring. Oshea had just knelt down to start picking the lock when the phone rang. She lowered her tools and brought it to her ear. "Hello?"
"It's Dean. Turns out you don't need to check out the counselor after all. Sam found a couple of hex bags in the lockers, and we found the witch, but she ran off when the bell rang and I didn't get a chance to finish talking to her."
"What? Are you serious? I was just about to…," She sighed and looked down at the new lock picking kit. "Fine… fine… so what do we do now?" She asked, packing it up and standing. She beckoned to Ella to follow her.
"I'm about to head to the girls house now, I snitched her address from the school records. It's 187 Penny Lane, meet you there?"
"Yeah, I think I saw it on our way over here," She said, pouting as she kicked a small stone on the sidewalk. "We'll be there in a few."
When Ella and Oshea arrived in front of the home, they spotted Dean leaning on the back of the '67 Impala, which was parked to the side of the road a little way from the house. When Dean saw them, he started walking and they met up halfway in the middle of the road. Oshea had her arms crossed over her chest with a frown. "I was just about break in my lock picking kit…" She said with a little frown. "Couldn't you have called just a few minutes later? Hm?"
Ella rolled her eyes. "She hasn't shut up about that thing since we left the counselor's house. The fact that she's upset about not being able to break in random people's homes is really starting to worry me," She joked.
"Well, I've always wanted to do it!" Oshea said with a frown. "It looks so cool on those detective shows! I feel like Sherlock Holmes! When he was trying to pick the lock and Watson just… pow! Kicked down the door. You kicked down my door, Dean." She stuck out her lower lip some.
Dean shook his head, laughing. "No way. I'm totally better looking than Jude Law," He said with a grin as they walked up the pathway to the home.
Oshea smiled a tiny bit. "That's true. And you owe me! The next time a lock needs picking, I call dibs!" She said before jogging up after Dean. "Where is Sam? Still scraping gum off the bottom of desks?"
"Yep, he's cleaning up after the kiddies as we speak," He said, nodding as they reached the front door and rang the doorbell. "Feel free to do most of the talking, you guys. I get the feeling she's not going to be entirely happy to see me again."
The door opened a crack and Brittney frowned as she saw Dean. "What are you doing here?" She said, slipping out of the building and closing the door behind her, leaning against it. "Look, I'll answer all the questions you want, but not now! I have something I have to do. It's really important!" "Look this will only take a few minutes of your time," Oshea said with a little frown.
Brittney shook her head frantically. "You don't understand!" She said quickly. "You have to go! Please! You can arrest me, do whatever you want just not no-" She gasped as she looked down at her hands, which were growing translucent. "Oh God…"
Their eyes widened as the girl started to slowly disappear. "What do you know, Brittney?" Dean asked quickly.
"No… no, no…" She said weakly as her hands completely vanished and her wrist and lower arms started to fade. "I was so close! I was going to stop it! I had the spell ready…"
"Stop it…? You mean you're not the one making the girls disappear?" Oshea said.
Brittney shook her head, her legs were starting to vanish. She whimpered a little. "Of course not! I might not like those girls but I wouldn't do something like this! I'd never mess with that kind of power. The only thing I… I do is tiny things… I make my garden pretty… mix potions to fix my hair! Stuff like that… but I …when I found out what she was doing… I wanted to stop her and… oh… oh…" Her arms had vanished to her shoulders and her legs were completely gone. "I… don't want to die…"
Ella arched a brow. "Stop her? Who's her? Who's making the girls disappear?"
Brittney opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, she vanished completely. Oshea's eyes widened. "She's gone… she just… poof!" She said spreading her fingers out in front of her. "Dean… what are we going to do now? She wouldn't poof herself…"
"I… guess she isn't our witch after all," Ella said with a frown. "Which means…"
"Which means," Dean continued, "Someone is still out there, making big with the disappearances. You heard her, she was trying to stop the spell. Whoever it is, found that out, and poofed Brittany away just in time."
"Well… we still haven't checked out the guidance counselor," Oshea said, lifting her shoulders in a shrug. Her eyes widened and she tapped Dean's arm. "Ooo. If we hurry we might get to her house before she gets home and I can pick the lock!"
Dean rolled his eyes. "Sure thing, kiddo, and afterwards we'll go get you a Happy Meal," He smiled as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder as they walked from the house. Oshea leaned her head against her shoulder with a grin, looking up at him.
"Is that a promise? I like the nuggets the best."
"Sorry babe, looks like you won't be needing that pick locking kit after all," Dean said, gesturing at the lime green Volkswagen Jetta parked at the top of the driveway. Oshea groaned and stomped one foot.
"Oh cinnamon buns! Why couldn't she have not been home! Just once! I want to use my lock picking kit! Just once!" She sighed. "Well, let's go inside and find out if she's the witch already."
After a moment, both Ella and Dean arched a brow, staring at Oshea. "Cinnamon buns?"