Chapter Five

Dean went out to the Impala, getting in the driver's seat. Zoey was riding shotgun, Sam's tablet in her hands. Sam and Aurora were in the back, and he noticed she was as far away from Sam as she could get. "You know, his weirdness isn't contagious." He said after they've been driving for an hour.

"Can't we listen to something other than classic rock?" She whined.

"House rules, Philips. Driver picks the music, everyone else shuts their pie holes." He reached over to turn the music up, but Zoey slapped his hand. "Hey! What gives?"

"The case, Dean. She's put a spell on this town, Wilburton, and anyone who enters it is affected. It's-wow. It's a fairytale curse."

"A what?" Dean snickered.

She rolled her eyes. "One month ago, this young girl's mauled in the woods by three bears. Then, a few days later, a girl on her way to her grandma's gets attacked by a wolf. After that, a teenager's stepmother poisoned her and she's in a coma, and then, another teenager loses her shoe at prom, which her stepmother forbade her to go to, and on the way home, she's run over. The most recent is a teenager's locked in the attic by her adoptive mom, but she's still alive."

"She's twisting them," Sam pointed out, "And we're going there?"

"Yup." Zoey smiled. "No worries. Dean and I mixed some of the blood in your silver bullets and we have the knife."

Three hours later, they pulled into the small town and got a motel room. Dean and Sam got dressed to go talk to police. "We'll be back soon." Sam told Zoey, kissing her goodbye.

"Why would a powerful witch put a fairytale curse on a town in the middle of nowhere?" Dean shook his head. It didn't make any sense.

"It's probably a trap." Sam suggested. "And we walked right in to it."

"Awesome." Dean frowned. "Let's just get this over with so we can rid of Aurora." When Sam didn't have a smart remark, Dean looked back. Sam was gone. "Sam? Sammy! What the hell is going on?"

Before he could take another step, he passed out. When he came to, there was a beautiful woman standing in front of him, with a dark elegance about her. "Dean Winchester, the pleasure of meeting you is all mine." She smiled. "My name is Daeva, and you already know one of my daughters. Zoey's smart, but she can't get you out of this."

He went to stand up, but he was chained to the wall. "Go to hell."

"I'd prefer not to." Daeva's skin was porcelain; her eyes black. "You see, Father doesn't really like me. He thinks I'm a bit…evil." She laughed. "Can you imagine that? Lucifer, the father of demons and witches alike, thinks I'm evil." She conjured a ball of glowing green light in her hand. "If you do get out of those chains, your princess is in the tower of the old mansion across town, in an eternal sleep, only to be woke by True Love's Kiss."

"What'd you do to Sam?" He growled, struggling to break free.

"He's the star of my favorite Disney film, Beauty and the Beast. I just hope poor Zoey can get there in time." She disappeared in flames, leaving Dean alone.

Dean groaned. There was no way in hell he'd get out of the chains. But suddenly, Castiel appeared, a bit confused. "Dean, why are you in chains?"

"Daeva."

"Oh." Castiel snapped his fingers and the chains fell off. "You need to find Aurora. She has less than an hour before she'll die."

Dean frowned as Castiel zapped them to an old mansion, with thorn bushes all around. "Wait, is this some twisted retelling of Sleeping Beauty?" He snorted. "No way in hell I'm kissing Aurora."

Castiel made a sword appear in Dean's hands. "Good luck."

With little choice, he started slashing and hacking his way to the mansion. He discarded the suit jacket, but the thorns ripped his shirt sleeves. He pushed forward. No matter how much he disliked Aurora, he wasn't going to let her die. Dean finally reached the door of the mansion, and pushing it open, he found Daeva. "Well, well. I am impressed. You're risking your life for someone you hate?"

"She's a pain in the ass, but she doesn't deserve to die. You do."

"You can't kill me with that." She pointed at the sword in his hand.

He dropped it. "You're right, but I can kill you this." He pulled out the blood soaked demon-killing knife and lunged at her.

Daeva sent a blast of air at him, knocking him into the wall. "That'll just piss me off, Dean, not kill me."

He heaved himself up. "What'd she ever do to you?"

"Her great-grandfather mistakenly thought he'd killed me with that knife in your hands. When I woke up, I swore revenge on the mighty Philips clan." She sneered, throwing a ball of fire at him.

He ducked, running at her again. To his surprise, a fire ball flew past him, hitting the witch in the chest. He turned around to see Zoey, her face illuminated by the flames in her palm. Daeva stumbled to her feet, shock and anger evident on her face. "How dare you!"

Zoey glared at the ancient witch. Without warning, a jet of water hit her and turned immediately to ice. Dean thought they'd won, but Daeva melted it. "You think you can defeat me, the mother of all who practice witchcraft?" The floor began to quake and Dean scurried up the stairs, needing to find Aurora.

He heard the crashes and felt the heat of fire from the battle below, but, as he threw his weight against the tower door, he stopped. Aurora lay on the only bed in the room, in an enchanted slumber. The only indication she was still alive was the gentle rise and fall of her chest. Dean never realized exactly how beautiful she was before then. Her lips, red as the rose clasped in her hands, and her hair golden as the amulet that hung around his neck. He shook his head, clearing it. No matter how gorgeous she was, she was still being a bitch for no reason and he wasn't kissing her. His belief in true love died long ago. Instead, he scooped her up in his arms just as three loud gunshots rang out and a terrible screech filled his ears. He ran back down and Zoey fell to her knees, holding her stomach. "Oh, god." Dean almost dropped Aurora.

"Go!" Zoey yelled.

Dean turned to see Daeva's lifeless body, blood seeping onto the floor. Then, he saw the bloody knife beside Zoey. "I'm not leaving here without you."

"Dean, go. Please."