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I wasn't too happy with this one but whatever :/ The only other idea I had was a cheesy moment that was far too sappy for Dean and Cas (and I thought some action was needed), so that went straight out the window.
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39. Midnight
"How is this witch so powerful?" Dean growled as the witch threw him into the wall. "Come on!"
"It's midnight, Dean. The witching hour." Cas tried to shoot the witch but she simply turned and sent him hurtling into the sofa, easily pinning him there.
"I thought that was at three!" Dean aimed at the witch from the ground but his gun was wrenched from his hand and went skidding away.
"That is a common belief," Cas said, trying to free himself from the witch's powers. "But no, it is midnight. The passage of one day to the next is the time when the veil is thinnest."
"Can we have this discussion later?" Dean interrupted, kicking the witch. He nailed her straight in the stomach but all this did was make her howl and slam him back into the wall, her powers gripping him around the throat. Being strangled tends to make one lose their focus and so the fog forming in Dean's mind clouded his thoughts and made his struggles weaker.
Just as Dean was about to black out, he heard a gunshot and the force choking him vanished, making him land on the floor hard. When he finally managed to summon the strength to push himself to his knees, he saw Sam standing nearby with a triumphant look on his face.
"Looks like I arrived just in time," Sam said, his voice dripping with smugness. Dean just rolled his eyes, pushed himself to his feet and then went to help Cas up.
"I hate midnight," was all he said to his angel. Cas laughed softly.