" Your daughters have sinned upon my kind. Now your sons will pay. "

With guns in front of them, the four hunters climbed out of the Impala.
"I feel bad leaving our car out there." Sunny gritted her teeth, talking as quietly as possible.
"Relax. Ziggy'll drive it back for us." Jo reassured her sister.
"Who's Ziggy?" Dean inquired curiously.
"A contact back where we were. He'll drive our car back to us. Anything for a joyride." Sunny explained. Dean nodded.

They approached Bobby's house, creeping along the mulch and readying themselves for a fight.
"Wait..." Jo stopped them. "They're expecting the Winchesters. I'm not suggesting you play bait...but how about you go in there first."
Dean grunted. "So you're suggesting we play bait?"
"Pretty much." Jo smiled.
"Why don't YOU play bait?" Dean mocked.
"Because I trust myself to save your ass more than I trust you to save mine. Just saying..." She clapped back. Dean shook his head.
"What if I trust myself to save your ass more than I trust you to save mine?" Dean questioned.
"Then we have ourselves a pickle, don't we?" Jo pressed her lips into a thin line, waiting for Dean's reply.
Sam rolled his eyes, walking forward.
"Fine. We'll play bait. Come on Dean." He tugged at his brothers arm.
With a scowl, Dean walked beside his younger brother.
"Smooth." Sunny teased, shoving Jo.

The sisters trudged along the side of the house, reeling towards a window. They crouched down, gazing inside.
Inside, sat Bobby, tied up. In front of him was a woman, young. She had jet black hair and piercing blue eyes. Jo and Sunny both recognised her. She was the daughter of the main witch- and they'd just so happened to have killed the main witch.
Sam and Dean bust into the door, holding out their guns. Not the way the sisters would have done it- but good enough.
"I expected there to be more of them." Dean reported to his brother, seemingly not alarmed by the young witch.
"I am one with my kind! I am me, I am all of my people." With a wave of her hand, Sam and Dean doubled to the floor, choking on the air.
"You shall lose your air slowly. Die slowly as mine did."
Bobby rolled his eyes, slouched on the sofa.
"You got the wrong guys!" He told the young witch. "Not that we wouldn't proudly kill your people..." Bobby added.
"Your daughters have sinned upon my kind. Now your sons will pay." She told him.
Sunny looked to Jo.
"You ready?" Sunny asked. They'd done this a million times before, so with one nod, the two of them split up. Sunny crept around the back of the house while Jo went for the front door. She tucked her gun in it's holster and entered the room, hands in the air.
"Hey, bitch! I'm the one you want. Let em' go" Jo growled, stepping closer. Dean and Sam continued to choke on air.
"A little help here." Dean gasped.
"Dean, Sam. She's a witch of Somnium. Illusion in enochian. The sooner you realise it's all an illusion the sooner you'll stop dying."
"I am not an illusion. You will all die." The witch waved her hand at Jo but to her surprise, it had no effect.
"You see," Jo sighed, fishing out a colourful rock from her pocket and showing it to the witch. "You can't kill me just as your daddy couldn't. This little rock happens to be my favourite accessory. It makes me a mirror. If it works on me then it'll happen to you. Try it."
As if to prove a point, the witch waved her hand once more. In response, blood exploded out of Jo's mouth, running down her chin. In a matter of seconds, the same happened to the young witch.
"Who did that!" The witch gurgled, in regards to the rock in Jo's hand. She brought her arm to her mouth, wiping away the blood as it ran down her chin.
"A witch much more powerful than you. So go ahead, try to make me believe my guts are on fire. It'll hurt me- but it'll hurt you too." Jo told her.
The witch took a step back, almost looking scared for a second. Sam stopped gasping for air, catching his breath.
"It's easy to kill those who don't know your spells are spells of the mind. It's not easy to kill those who do. Those who know that when you wave your hand nothing but your horrible manicure is going to effect me. Game over. You can't kill me or my sister."
The witch shared a brief look of sheer panic before doubling down in laughter. Dean, coming to the realisation that the spell is just an illusion, stopped gasping for his breath. Bobby, on the other hand, stared at Jo in shock.
"You're stupid! I do not wish to kill you! MY people have planned way worse for you and your sister. I wish to KILL your loved ones. Like you have killed mine."
A smile curled at the corners of Jo's lips.
"Why are you smiling?" She contended, her voice wary.
"Beause my sister is right behind you."

A gunshot rings through the house as a tiny bullet tunnels through the witches forehead. Sunny stands behind her, pointing where her head once was.
"Damn Jo. You kept her distracted alright..." Sunny gloated, smirking as she tucked away her gun.
Jo shrugged, twinning the same smirk.
"You know me, I'm one with words."