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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄

𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘺

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"She was so scared. I couldn't help - I just couldn't do anything to stop it. I've talked to the police and I've talked to the medical examiner and no one can explain it," Paul Dutton explained to Delaney and Dean while Sam inspected the bathroom where Paul's wife had mysteriously died. She had complained about her teeth and then Paul got locked out of the bathroom, only to finally get in and see bloody teeth in the sink and Janet on the floor with blood pooling from her mouth.

"That's why they called us, Mr. Dutton," Delaney responded, smiling softly at the man while Dean wrote the information down in the notepad in his hand.

"But the CDC... that's diseases control. What do you think - it's some kind of virus?"

Dean shook his head and tapped his pen against the top of the notepad. "We're not ruling out anything yet. Mr. Dutton, did Janet have any enemies?"

Paul blinked up at the two siblings in confusion. "I'm sorry?"

"Anyone that had a reason to hurt her," Delaney clarified.

"What are you saying - that somebody poisoned her?" Paul questioned, standing up from his spot on the bed.

"We just have to cover every base here."

"I mean, what kind of poison? You think a person could have done this?"

Delaney lifted a shoulder in a half shrug as she frowned slightly at Paul. "Would anyone want to hurt your wife, Paul?"

"What? No. No, there's no one that could have..." Paul trailed off suddenly and it seemed as if realization dawned on him. He closed his eyes and shook his head after a moment. "Uh, no, everyone loved Janet."

Delaney narrowed her eyes at the man before her because it was far too obvious he hid something from her and Dean. She noticed Sam step out of the bathroom out of the corner of her eye, giving her and Dean a knowing look. "Well, thank you very much, Mr. Dutton. We'll be out of your way now."

The three siblings stepped out of the Dutton household and back out into the rain outside. Delaney mentally cursed herself for not taking her umbrella inside with her so she wouldn't have to walk to the car in the rain.

"That guy seem a little evasive to you?" Dean asked his two siblings once they were far enough away from the house that Paul wouldn't hear them.

"I don't know. I was under a sink... pulling this out," Sam informed his siblings, placing the hex bag in his hands in Delaney's palm. "Hex bag."

Delaney threw her head back and groaned as she unwrapped the bag to reveal little bones and teeth inside of it. "Man, I hate witches."

"Yeah. There's bird bones, rabbit's teeth. I think the bag is made out of something that Janet owned. It's not some new-age Wiccan water douser, either. This is old-world, black magic. I mean, warts and all."

"I agree with Della, I hate witches," Dean said, getting into the Impala with his siblings. "I mean, they're always spewing their bodily fluids everywhere. It's creepy. It's downright unsanitary."

"Yeah, well, someone definitely had it out for Janet Dutton," Delaney sighed, leaning her chin on her hands that rested on the back of the front seat. "Someone who snuck into that house and planted the bag. What do you boys think? Looking for some crazy old hag in the woods waiting for a Hansel and Gretel to throw into the oven?"

Sam chewed on his lower lip in deep thought. "Nah, it could be anyone - a neighbor, coworker, man, woman. That's the problem, Delly. They're human. They're like everyone else."

Dean slapped a hand to his side, huffing in frustration. "How the hell we gonna find them then?"

"This wasn't random. Someone in Janet Dutton's life had an ugly axe to grind. We find the motive..."

"We find the murderer," Delaney finished for her brother, perking up at the fact this thing just became a bit easier.

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That night, the three Winchesters decided to trail Paul Dutton around as he went out to get dinner and sit in his car to eat it. There had to be something that Paul did that could point the three siblings in the right direction. Something that proved to be true because he had eventually stumbled out of his car as he choked on something. 

Dean sped the Impala over to where Paul was and the three siblings flew out of the car. The two boys rushed over to Paul while Delaney inspected the car for the hex bag that was obviously placed there. She eventually found it under the mat in the driver's side and quickly lit the bag with the lighter in her back pocket. A teal blue flame took over the bag and Delaney dropped it to the ground at her feet.

Paul gasped for air and leant back against his car, a hand pressed to his chest. "What's happening to me?!"

"Someone murdered your wife and now they're trying to kill you," Dean explained.

"That's impossible. There's no way - "

Delaney rose an eyebrow and crossed her arms across her chest. "Paul, if you didn't notice, you almost just died. If we hadn't been following you, you'd be a doornail. Now, who wants you dead?"

Paul stammered and it was clear that Paul didn't want to believe that the person he thought of would want him dead. "There's a woman. An affair. A mistake. She was unbalanced. She was blackmailing me. I put an end to it a week ago."

"What's her name?" Sam asked.

"Wha- what could she have to do with what - "

"Paul, what is her name?" Dean snapped, cutting off Paul harshly.

"Amanda."

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A bit later, Dean had picked the lock on Amanda's house, which Paul had thankfully given them to the address for. They slid into the house with their guns drawn and crept over to the first door they saw, opening it to see Amanda lifeless on the glass table in the middle of the room with the candles still lit. Delaney wanted to assume that she wasn't dead for long if the candles still looked as if they were just recently lit.

"That's a curveball," Dean commented, flicking the light switch next to him so the room was flooded in light. He walked over to Amanda's dead body with Sam and Delaney following and he pushed the barrel of his gun against both of Amanda's wrists to see three vertical cuts on her arms. "Three per wrist - vertical. She wasn't fooling around."

Delaney went to turn around and inspect the rest of the room while Sam looked over the remnants of the altar that littered the floor in front of the table, but jumped back and almost crashed into Dean's chest when she almost bumped into a hanging dead rabbit. "I seriously hate witches! Come on!"

Dean steadied his sister who had almost fell to the ground in her frightened state. "Guess we know where she got the rabbit's teeth from. Paul sure knows how to pick 'em. It's like Fatal Attraction all over again. Why's the rabbit always get screwed in the deal? Poor little guy."

"You know what I don't get?" Sam voiced, slowly circling around the table to stand next to Amanda's dead body. "If she was so hell bent on revenge, why do this?"

"Well, she got Janet Dutton, thought she finished off Paul, decided to cap herself and make it a spurned lover's hat trick," Dean suggested, eyes scanning the room they stood in. "I mean this doesn't exactly look like a TV room of a bright and stable person, you know?"

"No," Sam agreed and ducked underneath the table to inspect whatever was underneath it. "But then..." He trailed off and stood back up to his full height, tossing the new hex bag into Delaney's hands. "There's this."

"Another hex bag?" Delaney whined, a pout taking over her features as she opened the bag to see maggots in the bag. "Guess we got ourselves another hit, boys. Witch-on-witch violence?"

Dean pulled out his phone from his back pocket and dialed 9-1-1. "I'd like to report a dead body at 309 Mayfair Circle. My name? Yeah, sure my name is..." He hung up the phone and flashed his siblings a smile. "I just want to know why witches are ganking each other."

"I don't know, but I think maybe we got a coven on our hands."

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The next morning, Delaney and the boys decided to visit the woman Elizabeth's house who had been one of Amanda's neighbors. Plus, she was one of the few people home at the time and Dean had mentioned seeing the woman's name in Amanda's contacts.

"You must have a green thumb," Sam noted to Elizabeth as he walked up to the brunette who was on her knees by her garden. "Getting those herbs to grow out of season like this. Quite impressive. I'm sorry, I should have introduced myself first. I'm Detective Bachman and these two are Detective Turner."

Delaney flashed the brunette a fake smile as the woman stood to her feet. "Hi-ya. We're following up on the death of Amanda Burns. Going around the neighborhood and talking to her neighbors."

"Didn't she - I mean, she killed herself, right?"

"Maybe, maybe."

"We heard you were friends with the deceased, right?" Dean asked even though the trio knew fully well that they were.

Elizabeth nodded and fiddled with the small shovel in her gloved hands. "Yeah, I guess so."

"Do you have an idea about her practices?" Dean asked and Delaney shot him a look to be a little less obvious.

Elizabeth blinked up at Dean and she glanced between the three that stood in front of her. "Uh, I'm sorry? What - what kind of practices?"

"Well, her house was littered with satanic paraphernalia," Sam explained.

"It was like a regular Black Sabbath," Dean added.

Elizabeth shook her head and laughed softly. "No, th- but she was an Episcopalian."

Delaney chuckled to herself and gestured to Amanda's house somewhere behind her. "Well, she was using the wrong bible then."

"Elizabeth! Are you alright?"

The three siblings glanced over their shoulders to see two women walk up to them. One woman had short brown hair and brown eyes while the other had shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes. They seemed to be normal women, but then again... Sam did mention that witches were human just like three of them were. So, she couldn't really judge them by their looks.

"I'm fine. Uh, Renee, these are detectives. They say Amanda was - she was practicing - "

"Sorry, detectives. You can tell that Elizabeth is a little upset."

"Of course, Miss..."

"Mrs. Renee Van Allen," Renee inputted for Dean, quite sassily at that. "Would you like me to spell it out for you?"

Delaney scoffed softly and shot the woman a fake smile, ignoring when Dean tugged the back of her jacket to not lunge at the blonde hair woman. "Thanks, I got through first grade just fine, Mrs. Van Allen."

"This Amanda business has been hard for Liz, for all of us," Renee continued still in her bitchy and sassy tone. It only made Delaney want to knock her teeth out for being a bitch for no reason.

"Yeah, I mean, you think you know a person," the short haired woman agreed.

"Well, we all have secrets, don't we?" Dean said before Delaney could open her mouth again and only make things worse for them. "We'll be in touch. Have a nice day."

Delaney wiggled her fingers at the three women in a goodbye, turning to follow her brothers down the street back to the Impala. She got to the car with her brothers and huffed to herself. "Do you want me to spell it out for you? I hope she can still spell with no teeth in her mouth."

Dean chuckled at his sister's obvious annoyance with the blonde haired woman. "Relax, killer." 

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Later that night, Dean drove through the empty country roads that were littered with fog. "Well, I'm already sold on that Elizabeth chick. Did you see that victory garden of hers? Belladonna, Wolfsbane, Mandrake. Not to mention that little flinch she threw when we mentioned the occult."

"Well, she's definitely had a good run lately," Sam announced, flipping through the multiple articles he had printed out in the motel room a few hours ago. "Gone up a few tax brackets, won almost too many raffles - the kind of thing a little black magic always helps with."

"She can't be alone, either," Delaney said from the back seat, flipping through her own files in the back. "Mrs. Renee Van Allen has won almost every craft contest she's entered in the past three months."

"A regular Martha Stewart except for the devil worship," Dean quipped. "I'm thinking that was the coven we met back there. Minus one member."

"Amanda was clearly going off the reservation," Sam stated, shaking his head sadly. "You think they killed her to keep up appearances?"

"Seems like an appearance kind of crowd, don't you think? If they killed a nut job, should we thank them or what?"

Delaney sighed and closed her file folder closed, placing it on the seat next to her in the back. She pulled herself forward so she could poke her head into the front seat. "Dean, they work in black magic, too. They need to be stopped."

"Like, stopped?" Sam questioned in surprise that Delaney would want to kill someone. "They're human, Delly."

"They're murderers actually," Delaney corrected Sam, turning her attention to him. "They're some kind of witches. That don't make them humans just because they look like humans."

Dean grinned at his sister and seemed to get excited over killing the supernatural beings that he hated just as much as Delaney did. "Burn, Witch, burn!"

Suddenly, the Impala sputtered and coughed as it slowly began to break down, stopping just a few feet away from Randy. 

Delaney blinked and quickly pushed herself out of the Impala, circling it so she was stood in front of the blonde haired and blue eyed demon. He flashed Delaney a smile when she stared at him in shock. "Randy? What the hell?"

"Lane, listen to me. There's no time to explain. You have to get out of town," Randy rattled off quickly, only confusing Delaney further.

"Randy, what are you talking about?"

"So, this is Randy, huh?" Dean asked, cocking the Colt and pointing it at Randy. "Never had the pleasure."

Delaney balked and tried to get Dean to lower the Colt and away from Randy. "Dean, stop. He hasn't even done anything."

"I was hoping you'd show up again," Dean continued, ignoring Delaney's attempts to get him to lower the Colt.

"Point that thing somewhere else," Randy ordered, glaring at Dean who merely laughed in Randy's face.

"Yeah, right."

Randy rolled his eyes and turned his focus back to Delaney, the only one he actually cared about. "Delaney, please. Just go. Get back in the car with Mope and Dope and don't look back, okay?"

"Why? I don't understand."

"Pretty sure we can take care of a few witches, buddy," Sam remarked, clearly feeling the same way Dean did about Randy. The same demon who technically hadn't really done anything but save Delaney's ass twice. 

Delaney knew that they should hate Randy because of what he is and she was contradicting herself because she was ready to kill these witches who looked human. Randy looked human and she wasn't rushing to kill him. Though, there was a difference because Randy hadn't done anything wrong and these women already killed Amanda, who knew who else they would go after?

"I'm not talking about witches, jackass. Witches are whores. I'm talking about who they serve."

"Demons," Delaney whispered, realization hitting her like a freight train. "They get their powers from demons."

"Yeah, and there's one here now."

"You mean besides you?" Dean snapped, clutching the Colt tighter in his grip. 

Randy merely shot Dean a look to shut up before he focused back on Delaney. "Lane, it knows you're in town and it's gonna come after you, and it's way more than you can handle."

"Oh, come on. What is this, huh? Please tell me you're not listening to this crap, Della."

"Lane, put a leash on your guard dogs if you want to keep them."

"Boys, just chill out," Delaney mumbled to both of her brothers who turned to her with incredulous looks.

"No! No! He's messing with your head, Delly. God knows why. That's who they are," Sam reminded his sister, gesturing in Randy's direction.

"I'm telling you the truth!"

Dean chuckled humorlessly and waved the Colt to remind Randy that he was just a few feet from being killed. "I'm tell you to shut up, dick!"

"I'm sorry, why are you even a part of this conversation?" Randy snapped, crossing his arms and stepping closer to Dean to show he wasn't scared of the gun in his hand.

"Maybe because she's my baby sister, you black-eyed son of a bitch!"

"Oh, right, right, and you care about your sister so much. That's why you're checking out in a few months, leaving her all alone with Sam," Randy ranted. "Let me try and save her since you won't be here to do it anymore."

"She'll still have me," Sam reminded Randy harshly who rose an eyebrow at Sam, clearly not believing Sam could protect Delaney the way Dean could.

"Shut up!"

Delaney gasped when she saw Dean move his finger to the trigger and she was quick to push his arm up so the bullet shot into the air and not at Randy. She felt Sam's arms wrap around her waist and hold her up and away from Dean. The three glanced over to where Randy previously stood to see him no longer there.

Sam slowly placed Delaney back down onto her feet and shared a secret look with Dean before they both silently got into the car, leaving Delaney still on the empty, dark road as she tried to see where Randy ran off to.

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"What the hell were you thinking, Delaney Elizabeth?" Dean scolded Delaney, shutting the door to the motel room behind him. He shrugged off his jacket and dropped it unceremoniously onto the bed he shared with Delaney.

Delaney scoffed and turned on her heel to face Dean, crossing her arms in annoyance. "What was I thinking?"

"She's a demon, Delly, period," Sam chimed in, shaking his head in disappointment that Delaney would trust the thing they hunt. "They want us dead. We want them dead."

"Oh, that's real funny. I remember that demon chick in Ohio - Casey - you didn't want her dead," Delaney snapped, eyes bouncing between her two brothers.

"Well, she didn't exactly string Sam and I along like a fish on a hook!"

Delaney ran her hands down her face as she let out a small screech of frustration that the boys weren't just listening to her. "No one's stringing me along! Look, I know it's dangerous - that Randy's dangerous -  but like it or not, he's useful."

"No! We kill him before he kills us."

"Kill her with what? The gun he fixed for us?" Delaney countered, raising an eyebrow at Dean wanting to know what rebuttal he'd have for that one.

"Whatever works."

Delaney sighed heavily and slapped her hands to her sides. "Don't you think if Randy wanted us dead, he would have done it already? He's had a dozen chances already. Hell, he could have killed me back when we were dealing with the seven deadly sins, instead of saving me from being choked out by Pride! We have to start looking at the bigger picture here, guys! Start thinking in strategies and - and moves ahead. It's not simple. We're not just hunting anymore. We're at war unless you both forgot."

Dean shook his head and brushed past Delaney to walk over to the sink to wash his face, grabbing the towel to dry off his face and turning back to Delaney. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Why are you always asking me that, Dean?" Delaney whined, dropping down onto her and Dean's bed.

"Well, you're taking advice from a demon, for starters," Sam chastised, leaning against the table that was across from the beds. "And you seem less worried about offing people. It used to tear you up to even kill anything to had a human face on it."

"Yeah, and what has that gotten me, boys?" Delaney snapped, glaring between her two brothers.

"Nothing, but it's just what you're supposed to do, okay? We're supposed to drive in the freaking car and freaking argue about this stuff! You go on about the sanctity of life and all that crap."

Delaney laughed and furrowed her eyebrows in amusement at Dean. "Wait, so you're mad because I agree with you and Sammy now?"

Dean blinked and opened and closed his mouth a few times, clearly trying to find a good response to Delaney's question. "No, we're not mad!"

"Not mad," Sam agreed immediately.

"We're - we're..."

"Worried," Sam finished for Dean because Lord knew Dean sucked at expressing his feelings well and took a seat on the bed next to Delaney while Dean sat on the other side. "We're worried because you're not acting like Delaney."

Delaney shook her head and pushed herself up from the bed, pacing back and forth across the room. Her head spun with all the drama that started to pile up wildly on her shoulders. "I don't have a choice, now do I?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Dean prodded, leaning his elbows on his knees and glancing up at Delaney with worry still in his eyes.

"Look, Dean, you're leaving, right? Sammy and I have to stay here in this crap hole of a world... without our big brother there to always make sure things are okay and that we're okay. So, the way I see it, if I'm gonna make it, if I have to be here and help Sammy fight this war after you're gone, then I have to change. Just like everything else in my life has."

"Change into what?"

Delaney frowned and fiddled with her lower lip, not really knowing how to properly word her answer. "Into you, Dean. I got to be more like you... at least, more than I already am."

Dean grimaced and Delaney was worried that she had insulted Dean, but worry only took over that feeling when he doubled over and clutched his stomach. She rushed over to Dean and tried to get him to look at her. "Dee, hey. What's wrong?"

"I don't know, Della," Dean groaned, collapsing against his sister on the floor as Sam bolted up from the bed. "Something's wrong. A bunch of knives inside of me."

Delaney looked up to Sam with wild, worried eyes and she ignored the way he flinched at the clear anxiety that started to take over her. "It's coven. It's got to be the coven. Sammy, look for the hex bag!"

Sam frantically ran around the room in search of the hex bag while Dean progressively put more and more weight against Delaney, growing weaker and weaker as he coughed up more and more blood. She frantically told Dean to just hold on as tears pooled out of her eyes, hating to see her brother like this. 

"I can't find it!"

Delaney cursed to herself and gently placed Dean on his side so he wouldn't choke on his blood. She scrambled to her feet, grabbing the Colt and the keys to the Impala before rushing out to the car and ignored the calls of her brothers. She hopped into the Impala and sped it through the dark roads to Elizabeth's house. 

The Impala had barely stopped before Delaney stumbled out of the Impala and smashed her way into the house, holding the gun up to the three women who screamed at the sight of the gun.

"Let my brother go, bitches!" Delaney barked at the three women who held their hands up and stepped away from the altar, all feigning innocence. "Don't you dare try to act like you're not doing it. If you know about me, then you know about this gun. So I suggest you let my brother go right now!"

Elizabeth, Renee and Tammi slowly backed away further from the altar was set up on the coffee table and stood in front of the fireplace to the right. 

"W-w-we weren't hurting anyone!" Elizabeth cried, her whole body shaking in terror at the sight of the gun aimed at her face. "We don't even know your brother!"

"Stop the spell or die!" Delaney threatened darkly. "Five seconds."

"What?!"

Delaney cocked the Colt and aimed it at the three women again, eyes going dark in anger. "Four."

"No please. Please don't kill us!" Renee begged.

"We were just getting Renee a lower mortgage rate," Elizabeth defended.

Delaney tilted her head in confusion, her mind trying to put puzzle pieces together. She slowly moved the gun across the three girls until it landed specifically on Tammi. "Maybe it's you."

Tammi's chest heaved and the act seemed a bit too dramatic to Delaney, only solidifying her theory even more. "I - I don't even know what she's talking about. What are you even talking about?"

"I mean, all of you - everyone in your little coven. You've all had runs of good fortune - newsworthy good fortune. Except for you, Tammi. Now, tell me, why is that? You didn't want anything for yourself, or is it because you're already getting what you wanted, like these women's souls?"

"I can't - I'm not - I-I-I don't..."

Delaney narrowed her eyes at Tammi and gripped the Colt tighter in her grip. "Cut the act, cupcake. I ain't buying what you're selling."

Tammi sighed and dropped her hands to her sides, eyes going demon black as she smirked at Delaney. "Nice dick work, Magnum."

"Let... Dean... go."

"What's wrong? Couldn't find my hex bag?" Tammi taunted with an evil smirk on her face. "Sorry, but your brother's lungs should be on the floor by now."

Delaney shot the Colt at Tammi, having enough of her crap, only for Tammi to slow the bullet down when she raised her hand and it clattered to the ground in front of Tammi's feet. Elizabeth and Renee gasped next to Tammi, both girls sliding a few steps away from the demon.

"You're in a lot of trouble, Delaney," Tammi warned, swinging her arm and sent Delaney flying into the wall behind her, holding her there with an invisible force.

Delaney struggled against the invisible force, but it only pressed her further against the gray wall behind her and made it so she couldn't move at all.

"Tammi, what's wrong with your eyes?" Renee gasped, staring at Tammi with wide eyes. "What are you doing?"

Tammi's eyes faded back to the original brown eyes and turned to face the two frightened women next to her. "Renee, shut your painted hole."

"What? I - I will... you can't... not in my house, Tammi Benton."

Tammi shrugged and flicked her wrist, snapping Renee's neck in half and sent the now dead blonde to the ground. Elizabeth screamed and took another step away from Tammi and Renee.

"Look! You got me!" Delaney strained, still trying to fight against the invisible force even though it wouldn't do her any good. "Let Elizabeth go."

"Wait your turn, little girl," Tammi tutted at Delaney and turned to Elizabeth, slowly walking towards the woman. "Lizzy, it's okay. I'm not Tammi, but I am wearing her meat. I had to break the ice with you girls somehow."

Elizabeth's breath shook and little sobs escaped every now and then. "You killed Renee."

"Renee, Amanda. That's what happens to witches who get voted off the island."

"Who are you?"

Tammi chuckled and slowly walked around the room, arms crossed behind her back. "Funny story, actually. You remember all those dark, demonic forces you prayed to when you swore your servitude? Just who did you think you were praying to?"

"This - this isn't - it can't be."

"What did you think it was? Make-believe, positive thinking, the secret? No. It was me. You sold yourself to me, you pig," Tammi informed and seemed satisfied when Elizabeth gasped in horror. "All I had to do was bring one good book to book club, and you ladies lined up to kiss my ass."

"No. No. We didn't know - "

"Oh, yes, you did," Tammi cut off Elizabeth before she could try and defend herself, Amanda and Renee further. "You knew every step of the way, and now your ever-living souls are mine. Comments, questions?" She turned to Delaney with a grin, slowly walking over to her. "Hmmmm. Little Della Winchester, wow. That's what Dean calls you, right? Right here in our little town. You know, my friends and I - we've been looking for you."

Delaney scoffed and sent the demon a deadpan expression. "Why? Oh, wait, wait, let me guess. Is it because I'm supposed to lead some piss poor demon army?"

"No, not at all. You're not our Messiah. We don't believe in you, but there's a new leader rising in the West. A real leader. That's the horse to bet on, Della, the one who's gonna tear this world apart. Thing is, this demon - it doesn't like you very much. It doesn't want the competition."

Delaney groaned in pain when Tammi raised her hand again, sending Delaney further up the wall and felt as if a heavy weight was pressed to her chest. Her body was pushed further and further into the wall behind her, creating cracks and dents in the plaster of the wall. 

Tammi froze in her attempts when the front door burst open again and Dean and Sam ran in with their guns raised, only to send them tumbling over the couch and into the wall behind them. "A three for one deal. Lovely."

"Wait!" Randy called, walking through the doorway and over to Tammi with his hands raised. "Please... I just came to talk."

"You made it out of the gate. Impressive. It was a bitch of a fight, wasn't it?"

"Doors out of Hell only open for so long," Randy replied, his hands still raised in caution. 

"What do you want, Randy?"

Randy slowly lowered his hands to his sides and walked closer to Tammi. "I've been lost without you. Take me back. That's why I lead the Winchesters here."

Delaney rolled her lips into her mouth when the boys shot her matching looks that yelled we told you so. Dean even added the i told you so to make it worse in typical Dean Winchester fashion.

"They're for you... as a gift."

"Really?" Tammi questioned and seemed rather impressed with Randy's offerings.

"Let me serve you again," Randy begged softly, stepping even closer so the two demons had just a tad bit of space between their bodies. "I've wanted it. I've wanted you for so long."

Dean's eyebrows rose at that confession and his eyes bounced between the two demons as if he watched a tennis match.

"You were one of my best."

Randy smiled at Tammi for a long moment before he whipped his arm around and tried to plunge the knife now in his hand into Tammi's chest. However, his efforts were stopped immediately when Tammi grabbed his wrist.

"You were also always a lying douchebag."

The knife was thrown sideways out of their hands across the wood floor. Tammi and Randy fought back and forth until Tammi threw Randy into the TV. Randy quickly got up and kicked Tammi and goes to run past her, but Tammi clotheslined Randy which caused him to fall flat on his back. Tammi pulled Randy up and threw him into a bookcase and got a fireplace poker from the stand on the hearth, looking at Elizabeth who still cowered away from demon. 

"You're really telling me you threw in your chips with The Three Stooges?" Tammi mocked, gripping the poker in her hand as she stalked towards Randy who laid on his back still not moving. She hit Randy across the face when he tried to push himself back up and rotated her wrist at Randy to get up. "Come on, Randy, you can get up."

Randy coughed and just stared up at Tammi, not bothering to move from his spot on the floor.

"I said get up!" Tammi tossed the poker aside and crouched over Randy, grabbing him by the front of his leather jacket and pulled him up. "We've been here before haven't we, sweetie?" She chuckled softly and flickered her attention over to Delaney. "Oh, he didn't tell you? Pretty mortifying, I guess. He was one of mine. I turned him out a long, long time ago. Randy here was a witch. Of course, that was when you were human, Rands."

Delaney's face fell at the new information and watched as Tammi threw Randy back down to the floor and stand above him with her hand raised. "Didn't want your new friends to know that all those centuries back, you sold yourself to me? Embarrassing, I guess. Don't worry, love. No secrets where you're heading, remember?"

"Randy," Delaney gasped to herself as Tammi began to chant in Latin, black smoke billowing out of Randy's mouth. Part way through, Tammi began to choke and the smoke swept right back into Randy's mouth and the three Winchesters went flying to the ground. 

Tammi turned to see Elizabeth by the altar again and the reason she had started to choke up blood. She clutched her hand into a fist, choking Elizabeth out until she slumped to the ground dead.

Dean grabbed whatever blade Randy had brought and stabbed it three times into Tammi's back, light coming out of her mouth and eyes until she crashed to the ground.

Sam wrapped Delaney's arm around his neck and helped her walk over the debris and dead bodies, freezing in front of Randy with Dean when he bent down to pick up the Colt. 

"Go," Randy instructed, wiping his arm under his nose to get rid of the blood. "I'll clean up this mess."

With one final look at the demon, the three Winchesters stumbled away from the house and away from another pile of drama that they now had to worry about.

AUTHORS NOTE

Hi hey hello

HAPPY HALLOWEEN, YA'LL! I thought this would be a fun Halloween chapter since it deals with witches and such, even though this chapter/episode technically takes place in January or February. 

There are just SIX CHAPTERS left and I seriously am so excited about these last few chapters, even though I am not ready to write the last one, oof.