"Come on Dean, it's time to wake up," a female voice purred near my ear. A long fingernail ran down the side of my face, digging into the skin as it went. Fighting against the lingering effects of the spell, I woke up, groaning.

"There you are," the witch said, smiling down at me. "I hated using such a strong spell, but you gave me no choice. Fighting against my other spell so hard."

"Where's Sammy!" I called out, my voice hoarse, my mouth dry.

"Don't you worry about him, he's right here," she chuckled. "It's those other ones I'd be worry about."

"Don't you dare touch them!"

Her finger coming to rest on my bottom lip, she bent real close, her nose almost touching mine. "I won't need to."

With that she patted my cheek before turning away. Her heels clicked on the stone floor as she headed towards the door, waving her finger in the air as she did so. I could feel the ropes holding me tighten, almost painfully. Shutting the door, she left Sam and I in darkness, just as he started to come to.

"Sammy!" I called out, barely able to see him in the dark. "You alright?"

"I feel like I was hit with a bag of bricks," he mumbled. "What did I miss?"

"The witch just woke me up. Said something about Y/N and Cas being in trouble."

I could hear Sam struggling against his ropes, and I held hope that he would be able to break free. But when I heard him cursing under his breath, I knew he was just as stuck as I was. "Do you think they're still okay?" I asked him when he had calmed down. Just thinking about something happening to Y/N had my heart hammering, my blood boiling for revenge.

"Y/N and Cas are scrappy. I think they'll be able to handle themselves," Sam answered, more to calm me down than anything.

Your POV

Taking a step back away from the window, you watched as it shook with the pounding of little fists. Screams filled the air as they tried to make their way in. Some were pounding at the door, and you knew it wouldn't be long before the flimsy material of the motel fell under their pressure.

"Cas, what are we going to do?" You yelled.

"We need to get the book away from them," Cas answered back. "These kids won't stop until the witch is dead. We need Sam and Dean to hurry up."

"But what if they break in before then? I'm not going to kill some innocent children!" You exclaimed as the glass started to crack. "Can't you use your angel mojo to make them sleep or something?"

"I can try, but I'm not sure it will work," he answered just as the door cracked. "Why don't you run? I'll hold them off as long as possible."

"I can't do that!" You exclaimed.

"They don't have Angel blades, I don't think they'll be able to kill me," he continued to argue as the door started falling away from it's frame. "Go now, while there is still time."

Still undecided, you walked forward to take your gun and blade from the table when the glass shattered. "It's too late now!" You yelled, as children came crawling through the open spot that used to be a window. You watched in horror as their hands came into contact with the broken glass, never even noticing the slices in their skin.

Cas pushed you back behind him as they began surrounding you. "Do you see the book?" He asked, pressing his fingers to one kid, immediately putting him to sleep.

"It isn't here!" You exclaimed as the door burst open, more kids coming into the already crowded room. One pushed you against the wall, more crowding around you.

Cas tried hard to get to you. Knocking out one child after another, but more came in, pushing him farther away from you, back towards the bathroom. Pushing kids away, you had a couple grab you by the wrists, their strength stronger than you expected. Soon, you were being held by at least five children, all of them tugging you towards the shattered door.

"Y/N!" Cas called out, furiously working your way. Closing his eyes, he held his hands out, mumbling in Enochian. Golden light shot from his fingers, straight at the children. As soon as they were covered in the golden light, the children fell to the ground. Suddenly you were free, the children knocking you as they fell down. "I can't hold them much longer!"

"What do you...," you started to say.

"Go get the book!" He yelled, the golden light beginning to weaken, children beginning to stir.

Hating leaving Cas behind, you raced to the door, stepping through the cracked wood. Most of the children were inside the small motel room, only a couple standing around the main two. The two that had unknowingly controlled your life for the past couple of months.

Sure, you could just lift your gun and shoot each of them. It would be the fastest and easiest way to stop this. But you couldn't handle ending the life of a child, especially one being controlled by a witch. They hadn't seen you yet, making sure the books stayed safe.

Staying in the shadows, you crept around them. Just as they turned to head into the motel room, you made your move, tackling the boy who held the book in his hands.

"No!" He screamed, the book sliding from his hands. Shoving the kid to the side, you grabbed the book. Hands ripped at your clothes, scratching your skin as they fought to get the book back. "That is my book!"

"It needs to be destroyed!" You argued, holding tight to it, struggling to stand on your feet. Throwing an elbow, you connected with the girl, hating the cry she let out. Suddenly free, you stood up, turning to run away from the motel. The boy's hand reached out, grasping your ankle, knocking you to the ground. Grunting as you fell to the ground, the book softening your landing as your hands skidded painfully on the rough pavement.

"Give us the book and we'll let you live," the boy spoke, his eyes glowing creepy in the night.

"This book needs to be burnt," you argued, holding the book tight as you stood back up. Some of the kids were surrounding you, the boy and the girl definitely the leaders.

"The book is sacred," they argued, stepping closer to you. You could see Cas struggling in the motel room, and you knew what you need to do. Hoping that Cas would be okay, you turned and ran, away from the motel room, hoping that you would be able to figure out a way to meet up with Sam and Dean.

The sound of little feet running after you echoed in the still night, but your legs were longer, and adrenaline pulled you away. Turning down a side street, you hid behind a dumpster, watching as the kids raced past. Breathing heavily, you stared down at the book, half expecting it to talk to you. But it was a simple book, something you would find in most thrift stores. Pulling your lighter from your pocket, you placed it in the nearly empty dumpster, lighting it on fire. It could have been your imagination, but you swore you felt the energy around you change.

Leaving the burning book behind, you began walking, staying in the shadows, no idea where to go. Many of the houses were boarded up or empty, their lights off. It wasn't until you rounded another corner that you found your first clue. An old stone house sat up on a hill, guarded by an ancient wrought iron fence. It just seemed ominous, especially with it being the only house in town with lights on.

Thankful you still had your gun loaded with witch killing bullets, you slipped through the fence, the dark night hiding your movements. Rounding the corner of the house, you could see light coming from the kitchen. Peering through the window, you saw the witch standing over the stove, staring at something boling in the pot. She was muttering words, looking very displeased.

Leaving her in the kitchen, you moved around the house, wondering where Sam and Dean were. Wondering if somehow the witch had gotten them, knowing they should have been there by now.

The ground was mushy, your feet sinking into the ground with each step. It was hard to see where you were going in the dark. Your foot connected with something hard, much like a wooden door. As you moved to steady yourself, the wood gave away underneath your foot, and you felt yourself falling through the rotten wood. Trying not to scream as you fell, you groaned as you landed on the hard concrete. Your ankle twisted underneath you, you laid there, splinters covering much of your body. "Y/N? Is that you?" Dean whispered, confirming your worst fears.

"Yeah, it's me," you groaned.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked. You started to move, crying out at the pain in your ankle. Something soft and warm was off to your side, and you quickly realized it was either Sam or Dean. Probably Dean, once you felt his short, spiky hair.

"I think I got my ankle in the fall. But you guys?"

"We're fine. Where's Cas?" Dean asked while you tried tugging at the binds holding them. But they wouldn't budge, and you had a feeling they were magically strengthened.

"He's still fighting the creepy kids," you answered, freezing when you heard the witch walking down the stairs. Hobbling on one bad leg, you went to the corner of the basement, hiding behind one of the boxes.

"What the hell was that?" The witch called out, slamming into the room. "I know you guys can't escape, but...,"

It was then she finally noticed the shattered wood that covered the floor. "What happened...," she muttered, and you knew your moment of surprise was almost gone. Pulling the gun from your back pocket, you aimed it at her just as she turned around.

"I thought we had a visitor," she growled, her eyes literally glowing red in the darkened room. "I thought those children would have killed you by now, but I guess I'll just have to finish the job."

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," you insisted, your hand shaking slightly as you kept the gun up.

"Fine, how about we do it this way," she clapped her hands together. "I'll let you pick. Your life for one of theirs."

Suddenly both Dean and Sam doubled over, blood dripping from their mouths as they groaned in agony. You stared in horror, as she cackled. "Oh, this is perfect!"

"Leave them alone!" You exclaimed. "Please."

"Y/N, shoot her," Dean grumbled, spitting up dark red blood, his face white with pain. "Don't worry about us."

"Take me instead, and let them go," you pleaded with her, lowering the gun.

"No!" Dean cried.

"Hmm, I have to agree with Dean. They are far too dangerous to live. Especially together. So no, just pick one. And I have a feeling that it's Dean that you'll be saving."

With tears welling up, you stared towards Sam, who nodded his head curtly, giving you permission. "Dean, I choose Dean," you whispered, a sob escaping.

"No!" Dean screamed.

"Exactly as I figured. That's why I'll spare Sam, and Dean will die. As will you," the Witch exclaimed, snapping her fingers and you flew across the room, her arm wrapping around your throat. The gun went sliding across the floor as Sam stopped struggling. Slowly standing to his feet, Sam glanced between you and Dean. Seconds ticked by before Sam suddenly moved, reaching down and picking up the gun. Before the Witch could blink he pulled the trigger. You felt the bullet swish by your head, before the Witch's hold grew slack.

Rushing forward, you watched as she fell to the ground, her eyes empty, her skin turning ashen before wrinkling away to nothing. Dean stopped coughing blood, finally able to stand up, free of pain.

"We did it," he said, staring down at the dead witch.

"Guys, what about Cas! And the kids? We need to go!"

"Before we go we should burn this place down," Sam suggested.

It was only ten minutes later you were standing on the sidewalk, watching as flames licked up towards the moon. Kids were walking down the sidewalks, disoriented but otherwise unharmed. Things were going back to normal, at least you hoped they were.

With Sam leading the way, you began the walk back towards the motel, all of you silent as you waited to see what had become of Cas. But your fears were erased as you rounded the last corner. Standing by the Impala was a familiar trench coated Angel. His coat was tattered, blood on his face, but otherwise he seemed okay. Rushing forward, you threw your arms around him, grateful that he was okay.

"Is it done?" He asked roughly, and you nodded.

"Yeah, now we can go to Disney World," Dean answered, making Cas tilt his head in confusion. "Or wherever Y/N wants. We all deserve a vacation after this."

"I agree," Sam said. "But maybe you and Y/N can go on your own. You haven't had much time to yourself lately."

"I wouldn't say no to that," you said, just as two kids came walking toward you. You easily recognized them as the two main children who had fought you over the book.

The four of you watched warily as they stepped forward. "We want to apologize for what happened," the girl spoke up. "My brother found the book, and we had no idea it was spelled."

"Are you okay?" You asked them, and they both nodded. "Well, so are we. So I think that's what matters."

They left, heading back home. Dean wrapped his arm around your shoulder. "I don't know about you guys, but I want to get out of this place as quick as possible."

"I've already gathered all of our stuff. It's in the car," Cas explained.

"That's great Cas. Let's get the Hell outta Dodge!" Dean exclaimed.

"But we aren't in Dodge," Cas argued, and you couldn't help but chuckle.

"Cas, it's just an expression," you patted him on the back before sliding into the back seat. You couldn't wait until you were back at the Bunker. You couldn't wait until you and Dean had a chance to finally be alone. Without the threat of the curse hanging over your head. It sounded amazing. And by the look Dean sent you through the rear view mirror, you knew he agreed. 

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