The relaxation and time spent naked in Dean's arms quickly left you the second a loud knock sounded on your door, Sam's voice quickly following behind.

"Little brothers. Why do they have to ruin everything?" Dean muttered, before climbing out of the bed. Making no move to get out yet, you watched as the muscles in his back rippled as he pulled on his jeans. Tossing you his t-shirt, you slipped it over your head right before he opened the door and Sam came barging in.

"There's be an incident." He announced. "The wife says her husband is back at her house."

"Why's that a bad thing?" You asked, still a little bit behind in this hunt. After your day spent at the spa, you and Dean hadn't had much of a chance to talk.

"Because her husband's heart had been ripped out." Dean answered. "Where is she?"

"She just called. She's far from her house, and I told her to come here." Sam explained. "Dean, I don't think we're dealing with a shifter here. It doesn't seem to fit."

"Then what?" Dean asked as he reached into his bag for another t-shirt. "All things pointed towards it being a shifter."

"She said something about a spell." Sam answered, turning to face the door as you began making your way from underneath the covers. Grabbing your clothes, you made it into the bathroom, just as they started talking again.

Quickly changing, you stepped back into the room, just in time to see the door open and a woman step inside. She was in a frantic state, her hair frizzed around her face, her chest heaving. "Agents, you need to help me!" She exclaimed, before making sure the door was locked behind her.

Coming forward, you tried to calm her down. "Hi, we haven't met yet, but I'm Y/N. Why don't you come sit down, and we can talk?"

Following you to the bed, she sank down, pressing her head into her hands. "I don't know what's going on. First the baby sitter dies, then my husband. But now he's back, and he isn't right!"

Turning to face Dean, you could literally see the wheels turning in his head as he began to piece together what was going on. Before he could say anything, the window was smashed in, a determined looking man jumping through.

"No!" The lady exclaimed, jumping up and behind Dean, as the man moved steadily forward, his gaze not wavering from what must be his wife. Caught in the middle, you grabbed Dean's gun, shooting the man multiple times in the chest, your eyes widening when it didn't even slow him down.

"Dean, what do we do?" You asked before the man swiped an arm out, sending you flying into the wall. Laying there, your head hurting from where it cracked against the wall, you watched as Dean grabbed the woman, pressing his lips to her. "What the...?" You muttered, hoping that Dean had a good reason he was kissing someone besides you.

As soon as his lips left hers, you could see the man's intense gaze shift. No longer interested in the woman, he was heading straight for Dean. Hurrying over to you, Sam helped you to your feet. "Grab your stuff, we're getting out of here."

Luckily, almost all your stuff was still in your bag. Picking it up, along with Dean's, you turned to see Sam shove the man into the wall, letting the rest of you pass before joining along. After a quick detour into his room, you raced down the back stairs, away from the glances of the curious onlookers. Climbing into the Impala, Dean sped away, not slowing down until he was almost a mile from the motel.

"Now, how about you tell us the truth?" He forcefully asked her, and you watched as she fiddled with her hands.

"I knew my husband was cheating on me with the babysitter." She started.

"Maybe cliché right there." You muttered.

"I just wanted him back. I wanted things back to the way they used to be. My hairdresser said she had something to help, and so I agreed. But it wasn't supposed to happen this way, I promise!"

"Just tell us where to find your hairdresser so we can end this before anything else happens." Sam pleaded with her, and she blurted out an address. Within five minutes Dean was pulling up in front of a darkened shopping center.

"Stay here." Dean ordered her, before the three of you climbed out of the car. Making sure everyone had witch killing bullets loaded and ready to go, you carefully made your way into the business. At first glance, it looked like there was no one there, and it really didn't surprise you. It was late at night, and her shop had closed a long time ago. Seeing a door propped open, you nodded to both Sam and Dean, letting them know about the new situation.

Following behind them, you kept your eyes and ears open for any sound of movement as they kept their guns trained in front of them. Walking down the darkened stairway, they came to what was a construction site, with plastic curtains, and pieces of wood lying throughout.

"I think I'm going to head up, see if I can find the office." Sam whispered, heading back up the stairs, leaving you and Dean alone in the unfinished basement.

"Straight or left?" Dean asked you, pointing to the dark hallway off to the left, or the plastic curtains straight ahead.

Nodding your head to the side, you took off, giving yourself a moment for your eyes to grow accustomed to the dark hallway. Searching for doors along the wall, you quickly came to the end, a dead end. Turning around, you made your way back to the plastic, just in time to hear the sounds of a struggle coming from behind it.