Okay this is a bit of a shorter chapter my apologies that it's taken so long to get it up but work has been insane. Anyway someone pointed out that I made a few mistakes. I forgot Cas can't pop in and out anymore. Just for the sake of this story let's pretend Cas can. So a bit of a cliff hanger the best however is yet to come.

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Chapter 6

"Look guys, this is your first hunt so let me lead here." Dean said as they pulled up in front of the local high school.

"You're really going to kill her?" Rossi said for the 10th time.

"What choice do I have Rossi?" Dean demanded. "What you going to arrest her? Is she going to go before a judge? They will laugh you right out of court for saying 'Well your honor shes a witch that killed people with hex bags that blew out their brains' you think that will go well?" Dean asked glaring at him.

"okay okay I get it, we can't just arrest her... but killing seems extreme."

"You're right Rossi, go ahead lead the way." Dean said getting out of the car and gesturing for Rossi to take the lead. "Go find yourself a witch and make her promise never to do it again." Dean crossed his arms over his chest.

"We need to work together on this, Rossi we are in way over our heads. Dean knows what he's doing, we hope, he's been doing this since he was a child. Dean, you got to understand were we are coming from. Killing people is not us, we try to save people. We only kill if we have to and the thought of killing someone even if they only look like a child is hard for us. We've never had to live your life so give us some time." Morgan looked at both men then to Hotch.

Hotch nodded, "We will refrain from killing her unless we have to, there has to be some way we can stop her without having to kill her."

"We could bind her powers but we would need another witch to do it, so far I don't have any good witches that I know. The one witch I could ask I refuse to ask, working with that woman is a bad idea." Dean frowned.

"If she can help us save the girls life?" Hotch looked surprised.

"You don't understand, she's Crowley's mother. If I ask a favor she will demand something in return and that something is not a price I'm usually willing to pay." Dean sighed.

"Wait isn't Crowley the king of hell?" Morgan asked puzzled.

"Remind me to explain how demons are made for you later." Dean started towards the school.

"Sam" Spencer said sitting up with a book in hand. "Look at this" he said spinning the book around to show him.

Sam glanced at the drawing in the book and frowned. "Close but not quiet, we've seen this before. The Angels have used it as a form of suicide bombing to do a lot of damage. It somehow amplifies the energy. When they are killed with these inscriptions on their chest it's like a bomb. It does real physical damage to everyone and everything around it. We haven't seen that kind of damage with the Angel deaths. Not to mention I've never seen demons use it." Sam said studying the picture. Though I wonder..." he trailed off.

"Wonder what?" Emily asked sitting on the bed watching the two.

"I wonder if this is some sort of way to do the opposite. Trap the energy inside, but then every time we have seen something like this the Angel had to impale themselves on an Angel blade to die. There is no sign of this, not to mention hunters are human... so there is no magical energy to trap."

"Hey guys Hotch just called" J.J. said walking in with several bags of take out. "He said they investigating the case the hunters where working on as well as the death of the hunters. Dean seems to think it's some sort of witch. Witches are a real thing?" she looked at Sam.

"Yes but not in the sense you are think about. Witches have to focus their energy, spells aren't just cast from finger tips. Most witches use what are called hex bags. These witches aren't to be confused with the Wiccans and people who claim to be witches. Most witches keep their mouths shut about being witches because they don't want to be hunted. The fact that they are looking for a witch and from what Dean texted me they think it's a witch either masquerading as a teenager or a brand new one that doesn't yet understand the extent of what she can do." Sam explained.

"Werewolves, vampires, angels, demons, skin walkers, ghosts, and now witches are real" Emily said putting her head in her hand. "I think I'm getting a headache."

"Welcome to our world." Sam said with a half smirk. "You guys say we have broken the law. We agree with you, but we have reason for it. We never spend outlandishly. I mean you've seen the dumps we stay in, we have a car which we spend a ton of time in. This job doesn't pay us. From time to time we go undercover and work but the problem is we have to stay off the grid from law enforcement. Sometimes we have to pretend to be law enforcement to get information on cases. We do this to hunt these creatures and keep the rest of humanity from knowing that things really do go bump in the night. Imagine what would happen if everyone knew about these creatures the panic it would create."

"But if law enforcement knew about these things we could help." J.J. insisted.

"Maybe, but do you really think the higher ups will believe you. Or worse yet they may capture and experiment on these creatures and try to use them to form some sort of Army or what ever that would piss off the demons or angels. They have no idea how to handle these creatures or contain them. They could be starting a whole new war and the demons or Angels would destroy humanity in the blink of an eye. Trust me the rest of the world is better off not knowing about these things."

"I guess I see your point." Spencer said. Slouching in his seat.

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"Hello, you must be principle Duhan" Hotchner said extending his hand. "I'm Agent Hotchner, these are agents Morgan, Rossi, and Winchester."

"I got to say Agent Hotchner, I was a little surprised when you called asking to speak with my students, we thought the deaths of those girls where some freak occurrence not murder."

"Freak occurrence? A little girls head explodes and that doesn't strike you as suspisious in anyway?" Dean asked.

"Well, I guess maybe..." the principle glanced at Dean as if he had been slapped.

"Yeah, us to. We need to speak with everyone that was in these girls classes."

"As well as their teachers anyone who would have had constant contact with these girls." Rossi added glancing over at Dean.

"I understand that one of the girls died here at school?" Hotch asked.

"Yes, right in the middle of class. It was, unsettling. Most of the students haven't returned from that class to traumatized by what happened." The Principle replied.

"That's understandable" Morgan nodded. "Please take us to the classroom she died in we will also need to see these girls lockers."

"Oh course right this way." The principle said leading them down the hall. Outside of a classroom they stopped. He unlocked the door and opened it stepping inside.

The room had yet to be cleaned, blood and brain matter still splattered the walls, floor, and cealing.

"How long ago did this girl die?" Dean asked stepping inside, it wasn't hard to see which desk the girl had been sitting at. He pulled on some gloves and knelt beside the desk.

"3 days ago" The principle replied.

"And you haven't cleaned up yet?" Rossi asked.

"No, someone is supposed to be here today to clean the room."

"I see." Dean said "Jackpot" he said feeling under the desk and then pulling a small leather pouch from underneath it.

"Excuse us for a moment" Hotch said ushering the man out of the room.

"What's that?" he called as Hotch closed the door in his face.

"Hex bag?" Rossi asked getting closer to look at it.

"Yep" Dean said tossing it in the air and catching it. "So it is a witch. The question is who is our witch?"

"Anyway to detect a witch?" Morgan asked.

"Nope, witches are human. We have to do some old fashioned police work"

"We should get the others in on this perhaps a profile?" Hotch said

"Profile a witch? That's a new one." Dean laughed.

"Your going to give us the profile, you and your brother." Hotch

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"Hotch want's us to head over their way, something about profiling the witch?" J.J. said hanging up the phone.

"He wants to profile a witch? That isn't necessarily easy..." Sam said getting to his feet.

"Well how do you normally track a witch?" Emily asked.

"Honestly, we usually piss it off enough it comes after us, one of us usually ends up with a hex bag on us while the other desperately tries to kill the witch before the other dies." Sam frowned, "Come to think of it there has got to be a better way to find these things."

"Well, if you can tell us, usual behaviors things you find out before and after they are dead we can start to build a profile and hopefully track them that way."

"Okay, I'm up for anything at this point" Sam agreed as they packed everything up.

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"So Shaniqua" Dean said pronouncing the name slowly. "You seen anything strange about your friend before her head exploded?"

"Dean" Morgan scolded.

"She's 15 she can handle it" Dean said looking over his shoulder briefly before returning his gaze to the girl in front of him. Dean wasn't sure what to make of the girl. Her long black hair was braided tight with beads all through it. She wore tight skinny jeans and an even tighter tee shirt that was way to reveling. She wore tons of jewelry and flip flops that had a bunch of gems and other various bling.

"We weren't really friends, she hung out with the cheerleaders, I do art. We don't run in the same social circles."

"Okay that doesn't answer my question was she acting in any way different?" Dean said trying to keep his patients.

"I wouldn't know, she had a lot of enemies though. Hardly anyone liked her. Come to think of it all the girls that are dead, where all cheerleaders." Shaniqua smiled to herself.

"I take it you were one of her enemies?" Dean asked.

"No, but I wasn't her friend either. She was cruel, evil really, the way she picked on the new girl... Man we all felt bad for her she seems like such a nice girl but now she hides in between classes and at lunch. No one know where she goes. That's probably the point I can't blame her for not wanting to show her face."

"What did she do?"

"I'd rather not tell you, but I can show you..." She said taking out her phone and pulling up a video. The video played and the agents and Dean watched in horror.

"We need to find this girl and fast. I think we just found our witch." Dead said getting to his feet.

"How can you be so sure?" Rossi asked.

"I'll show you when the others get here." Dean said walking out the door leaving a very stunned 15 year old girl sitting there.