The Corrupter - I haven't written it for reviews - they're just a bonus! I simply wanted to improve my writing - I really don't think I work first person well! That being said, I am enjoying writing this (My muses are crazy) but thanks!

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I can't remember if this chapter was beta's or not. So if it's full of mistakes, well, it wasn't, and if it's all alright, then I owe big thanks to my beta, sparkyCSI!

Something Wiccan This Way Comes

© Axellia, April 2008

Chapter Eleven: You Ain't Seen Nothing Yet

The house looked a lot more foreboding in the early morning light than it did in the postcard I was still clutching to. What the picture didn't show was that it was actually located on the edge of the cliff, looking out over the bay. Which was probably why no one had bothered to buy the house and rebuild it into a tourist trap. It was drizzling. The kind of fine rain which manages to soak you through and through, even though it was so soft and fine. This whole "weather matching my mood" lark was kinda depressing. Which was doing nothing to improve either my mood, or the weather.

I took a deep breath, trying to concentrate. Dean and I were surveying the house – which consisted of me following him around its grounds, hidden in the unkempt shrubbery. He had clearly had a fair amount of experience at it. Me? I was trying not to trip.

'I can't see anything from out here,' Dean whispered to me. 'We're going to have to go in.'

I bit my lip and nodded. 'Alright.'

I followed to the back door, watching whilst he picked the lock, all whilst trying not to look as nervous as I felt. Somehow, the fact that when I leant on the door, it opened, made me feel better. Poor Dean – he had been trying hard with picking it, his face made me smile.

'Stay behind me,' Dean ordered.

I nodded again and followed him in. As we crept about the abandoned house, I couldn't help but feel that something wasn't right. Now, I'm not proclaiming to be a psychic, but you know when you get that feeling in the pit of your stomach when you just know it's all about to go horribly wrong? Well, put it this way, every cell in my body was screaming at me to leave that house. I wish I had listened.

Needless to say, the house was ruined. It was in a worse state behind the walls than it looked like from the outside. The house had all but caved in on the top floor – the stairs led up to a pile of rubble. Well, they would have done if half of them hadn't have caved in at some point over the last hundred years. The rain had managed to get in and had streaked down the walls leaving clear track marks in between the coating of soot and dirt, which was also surrounded by a foul smelling mould.

'Dean, she's not going to be in here,' I muttered.

Dean shot me a glare but carried on pressing forward around the piles of rubble.

'Dean,' I repeated. 'I know Winter, she-'

'She wouldn't what?' Dean snapped. 'Kill someone?'

'Hey!' I objected angrily. 'That's not fair.'

'No,' he shot back. 'Not fair is your sister taking my brother.'

I was ready for telling him that I wished it had been him that Winter had taken, when we both heard a noise.

'Stay here,' Dean told me, edging towards the door from which the noise had come from.

Like that was going to happen – I'd have no chance of saving my sister from here. I had followed Dean through the doors. And then stumbled, falling down – it turned out there were stairs behind door number one – straight into his back.

'Summer!' he hissed. 'I told you to stay up there.'

He was about to continue, but I clamped my hand down over his mouth cutting him off, and pointed down behind him. His eyes quickly widened, the glare he was sending me disappearing, as he heard movement below. I slowly removed my hand and continued to creep down the stairs just behind Dean.

We crouched in the shadows just by the foot of the stairs. Remarkably, the cellar had managed to survive the last century very well. It was lit by candles so we could see the room quite well. The room looked lived in. there were a couple of couches – the pillows and blankets showing they had doubled up as beds – and in the back there was a large bed which looked obnoxiously out of place.

And in the far corner, out of the way, sat at a table, were Fern and Violet, two of Winter's closest friends in the coven.

'What now?' I mouthed at Dean.

Dean grinned at me. 'Stay here,' he mouthed back.

He was on his feet and walking calmly into the room before I could stop him.

'Stop right there,' Fern demanded as soon as Dean stepped off the last step.

'Hey there,' Dean greeted them. Even though I could only see the back of his head, I knew he was grinning at them with that flirty grin he has.

Violet's grin back was confirmation enough. 'Hello.'

'I'm a little lost,' Dean told them smoothly, all whilst continuing to walk towards them. 'I was hoping one, or both, of you beautiful ladies would mind showing me where I could find a bite to eat in this town?'

'I-'

Violet was cut off by Fern hitting her in the stomach. 'You got lost and just happened to find your way into this cellar?' Fern asked sarcastically. 'I think not.'

'Are you kidding-'

'Læccan!' Fern shouted.

Before Dean knew what was happening, the spell set in, and he found himself bound by an invisible force.

'What the hell?!' he cried.

As the invisible ropes clearly became tighter, I knew I had to do something.

'Let him go!' I cried, stepping into the room.

'Hello Summer,' Fern smiled at me. 'We've been expecting you.'

'Really?' I asked, arching my eyebrow at her. 'That does surprise me.'

'Læccan,' she cried again.

This time, the invisible ropes were aimed at me. 'Lysan!' I shouted back. The effect was instant relief as the invisible bonds fell away from both me and Dean.

'You bitches are going to pay for that,' Dean grunted from the floor, where he had fallen, trying to catch his breath.

'What did you just call us?' Fern asked, outraged.

I rolled my eyes. 'Look, this is how it's going to go. We're all going to waste a lot of time and energy throwing spells at each other, Dean will try to knock you out, probably succeed with one of you, the other will knock him out, and I'll end up ending it with magic. So how about we quit that hassle now and you just tell us where Sam and Winter are?'

'Not a chance!' Violet informed me. 'Læccan!'

'Lysan,' I responded before the spell had chance to stop Dean.

Dean continued charging at the women whilst I muttered counter-curses. As Fern went flying back over the table, hitting the wall and landing in an unceremonious unconscious heap, Violet picked up her chair, swinging it at Dean, sending it crashing to the floor.

'Ani-breahtm.'

Violet looked at me, clutching her throat, as my spell took away her voice. She glared at me and started to charge. So I used her own curse on her. 'Læccan.' Violet stopped dead in her tracks.

'Couldn't you have done that to start with?' Dean asked, rising to his feet.

I shrugged. 'I tried.'

Dean glared at me. 'Like hell you did.'

'Now what?' I asked instead of arguing.

Dean grabbed one of the blankets off the couch. 'Start ripping.'

I grabbed the other and attempted to follow suit. Thing is, I wasn't quite strong enough to rip the fabric. With a frustrated grunt, Dean took the blanket off me and ripped it himself.

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It took a while, but finally the two girls were tied up, back to back.

'Now what?' I asked Dean.

'Now we wake them up and ask them where Sam is.'

'Dean, the second they wake up, they're going to throw some curse at us.'

Dean nodded. 'I know. That's why I bought this.' From the back of his waist band, Dean pulled a gun out from his trousers.

My mouth dropped open. 'What in the name of the Goddess are you doing with a gun?' I shrieked at him. 'We agreed we weren't going to kill my sister.'

'We didn't agree on these two,' Dean shrugged.

'Dean! They're just girls!'

Dean shot me a glare. 'Who would quite happily have killed us.'

'They were my friends!' I cried in disbelief.

'Who would have quite happily have killed us,' Dean repeated. 'Now do you want to let blondie here,' he nodded at Violet who was looking completely terrified at the sight of the gun, 'speak, or shall I wake her friend up?'

I closed my eyes praying neither would do anything stupid. 'Breahtm.'

'Don't kill me,' Violet begged the second the spell had been lifted.

'Where's my brother?' Dean demanded getting right in her face.

'The tall one?' Violet whimpered.

'Yes,' I affirmed.

'Winter has him.'

'We know that!' Dean exploded. 'Where the hell is he?'

'She… she took him… to perform the last ritual…'

'WHERE?' Dean roared.

Violet shook her head. 'I can't tell you. Winter… she'll…'

'Gun,' said Dean, waving it in the small gap between her face and his. 'Bullet. Head.'

'I can't tell you!' Violet cried, bursting into tears. 'Please, Summer! Please!'

'Onslepan.'

Violet slumped over, eyes shut. Not even Dean slapping her face was going to awaken her from the sleeping spell I had cast.

'What-'

'She wasn't going to tell us,' I snapped, cutting him off. 'Now, we can spend all day arguing, or we can find Sam and save him.'

'HOW?' Dean bellowed at me.

'I can do a locating spell.'

Dean looked at me in disbelief. 'Isn't that what you were doing when you nearly killed us and burnt half a motel down?'

'I can control it. I know I can,' I told him. 'And it's not the same spell.' Okay, so maybe I wasn't entirely sure if I could control it, but it really wasn't the same spell.'

'What do you need?'

'Something of Sam's.' I told him. 'If I try to use something of Winter's, she's going to know we're coming.'

'I don't have anything with me,' Dean told me.

'Nothing? Not even anything he gave you?' I asked desperately.

Dean's fingers flew to his necklace. 'He gave me this when we were kids,' he told me, handing it over.

I fingered the metal charm uncertainly. I had no idea if this was going to work.

Woops! Kinda forgot about this fic! Sorry! Hopefully the next update won't be so far away!