Twisted Tainted Souls
Magic Spell
Summary: Note to self you really shouldn't piss off the witches
Authors Note: This was going to be the second half to the vampires but I didn't want to not write this idea so I will post another whole story for the vampire AU. Enjoy! This is random and short as I didn't have any muse today.

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At the time that it was happening Sam could only watch as his brother was attacked and held down by four of the witches from the coven. They had stumbled onto the witches in the area by mistake, they had been here for a hunt sure but not witches, but when Dean had found them he couldn't let them be. Sure they were sacrificing small animals from around the town and it would only get worse but they could have waited until after the first case.

Sam protested and pulled against the restraining hands and arms as they watched the others strap his brother down to their alter.

"How about you just let us go on our-"

"Let the Winchester brothers leave, I think not. We are going to make sure your brother dies slowly and horribly so the Angels can't bring him back then we are going to take you in to our master and get rewarded.

"By not being killed, that's just great. Come on I'm sure that-"

"Shut up," one of the males stated slapping Sam hard enough that his ears were ring and the room spun for a second, he found himself focused on Dean when he came back to the world. He blinked and tried to make out what he was seeing across the room.

Two of the witches had grabbed onto Dean's neck and was focused directly below their hands and chanting something that Sam couldn't hear across the room but he could see the blood draining from Dean's face and he knew that wasn't good.

"Don't worry they aren't going to kill him, they are just dragging his soul slightly so the spells can take effect." Sam really hated when they explained what they were doing, while it was useful it was still painful to know that something like that was happening to his big brother and there was nothing he-nothing he could do but plenty that an Angel of the Lord could do.

"CASTIEL!" He screamed without another thought as a third witch laid a hand on Dean's forehead and latin started. "CASTIEL it's DEAN!" That worked and the winged Angel fluttered into the room scaning everything he flicked the four holding Sam off and together they killed the other witches around him. Castiel frowned and bent down pulling Dean up into his arms bridal style, his eyes fluttering under his eyelids and face white as a ghost. His body was shaking and shivering with chills and Sam could tell by the way that the Angel was holding the eldest hunter he was concerned.

"I can not teleport your brother we will need to take his car." Castiel advised him as he turned and walked out of the building carrying Dean over to his car and carefully laying him into the backseat. Sam raced after the Angel and climbed into the drivers seat.

"Is he going to be okay?"

"The witches have caused a great deal of damage we will have to wait and see when he waits, I am currently trying to give his soul his energy back. It will be a few hours before we know, I am sorry Samuel."

"Sam, and no its okay just thanks for coming I didn't know what they were doing to him."

"Spells, a great deal of spells." Then the Angel fell silent in the backseat, a hand resting over Deans forehead and slowly the colour started to return. It was still slow but at least Dean didn't look like he was going to die any second of the day.

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The two hunters and Angel had made it back to the hotel room and locked themselves away without much problems, hell the following week was almost easy outside of the fact that Dean didn't move. He barely breathed and well Sam didn't want to know about everything else. Castiel didn't leave and spent a good portion of the week curled up beside Dean, hand on his chest or head. Eyes closed and would only tell Sam that he was helping.

Day nine Sam demanded more, especially after two demons attempted to bust in and take Dean from there, that left both Sam and Cas bleeding for a few seconds before they realized they had to relocate. The fact that Dean was still not awake and Bobby had no answers remotely meant they needed to go to the books. The drive to Bobby's took three days straight and that was only a few stops for Sam to sleep while Castiel held Dean in the backseat and tried to get the man to wake up.

When they show up at Bobby's its two more days and almost reaching the two week point that Dean has been out of it. They have to call in the big guns and wait for Missouri to show up, Castiel still refuses to leave and Sam has caught him at night when he thinks everyone is asleep curled up in bed with Dean. Sam hadn't been aware that his brother and the Angel were so close but he wasn't shocked, they had spent a lot of time together over the last year.

"Is he going to be okay?" Sam asked a few hours later after Missouri had a chance to look over Dean and she clicked her tongue looking at the Angel then back to Sam.

"To be honest, I'm not sure how he's still alive."

"I am keeping him safe,"

"What about sane?" she asked anger flashing in her eyes and Castiel returned the look.

"Of course, I know of the malcontent spells. I can not wake him. That was the only reason you were called."

"Well I can't wake him, he has seven different spells happening, you need to counter them in the order they were applied." She helped them sort out the spells and order before packing up and heading out. Sam couldn't blame her some of these were going to get a little messy. The first four were easy, just some herbs and fancy words. The fifth one required blood from family, Sammy had that one and sighed in relief when he started to breathe easier.

It was the final two that they were stuck on, the sleeping spell and the final curse a pain spell that only Dean could finally release. Castiel had voiced his worries to Sam about the last as it brought all inner pain to the surface. While Dean was a beautiful person he was that way because of the pain he put himself through. They both agreed they would worry about it later and set to figuring out how to break the sleeping spell.

The sleeping spell was easier than they realised, a simple kiss and while Sam gave his brother a quick peek it didn't work until Castiel laid a real kiss to his lips, Dean jerked away in the bed, jack-knifing as best as possible under the Angel who didn't stop the kiss. Instead the two molded into it and Dean moaned laying back onto the bed.

Sam didn't stick around to see how the final curse was broken but when the two made their way into the kitchen later and Dean wasn't in pain he figured they had sorted it out together.

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