A/N: I wasn't going to write this fic. In fact, I had put the general idea of it up for adoption in a community. But nobody adopted it and nobody wrote a fic that satisfied me since then so I decided the only way I was going to be happy was if I wrote it myself. So here it is. The story I've been thinking about writing for a whole year.

A/N 2: I'll try to update as much as I can but I'm very busy and have another fic to write on top of that. But I will get this done, and hopefully you'll think its worth any waiting time. ;)

Important Information: This is probably going to be a total AU of Season 7 and most of Season 6. Rufus, Balthazar, and Rachel are alive. Castiel never did anything wrong to the boys and Sam was never soulless, just messed up over Hell. Pretty much the only thing that is the same is that there was a war in Heaven and Castiel defeated Raphael. In this story he will be trying to rebuild Heaven and be a good friend to the Winchesters at the same time. But obviously, this fic is more about Dean and Sam. There will be a bit of Dean/OC thrown in for good measure too. In for a penny, in for a pound. Hope you like. :D

Forty Weeks

It all started with what was supposed to be a regular hunt. Dean Winchester had driven out to Savanna, Georgia in his 1967 Chevy Impala with his younger brother, Sam, to investigate some mysterious happenings in the small town. People were being forced to face their worst nightmares. One girl who had a phobia of spiders woke up one morning to find her bed infested with them, another who was scared of heights had to be put in a psychiatric ward because she thought she was constantly free falling. There were also some deadly cases, such as the man who got hit by a car and died twenty-four hours later after much suffering.

Sam and Dean had hypothesized that the creature they were after might be some sort of evil Sandman, bringing the townspeople's nightmares to reality, but as they investigated further they found a connection between the victims: they all had somehow pissed off a grumpy fifty year old woman with graying hair that lived like a hermit at the edge of town in a spooky two story, century old house.

And that was how they ended up in her house facing off with her.

"Put that gun down!" the crabby witch shrieked at Dean, who was pointing his .45 pistol at her.

"Why are you making people's nightmares come true!" Dean demanded, refusing to lower the gun.

"They deserved what they got!"

Dean rolled his eyes. "The man who got hit by a car DIED. For what? Putting your cereal with your cleaning supplies?"

"I have no control over their worst fears," the lady told him.

"You shouldn't be making them real in the first place," Dean yelled. "It didn't come to mind that what you are doing is over the top?"

"No."

Dean shook his head. "You are one malicious bitch; you know that?"

"You think you're so righteous," the witch hissed.

"I think you've really pissed her off Dean," Sam murmured from his place to the right of him.

"Let her be," Dean snapped.

The witch took a step forward and Dean tightened his grip on his gun.

"You are just a typical guy, aren't you?" the witch huffed. "Think you're always right. Think you're all manly when you take a bullet and save a life. You think you're so heroic for doing what you do."

"So because of that...let me guess," Dean sighed. "You want to place a spell on me, right? Make my worst nightmare come true? Sorry to say lady, but others have beaten you to it. More than once."

The witch shook her head. "No. Not your worst fear. I've been working on a new spell that's never been done before, and I think you'd be the perfect test subject for it." She grinned.

Sam and Dean glanced at each other.

"Good luck with trying to cast it with my bullet in your head," Dean growled at the witch as he looked back at her.

"Oh, no," the witch smiled. "You won't have your gun pointed at me any longer."

"Why's that?" Dean asked.

"Because my master's here."

Before her words were even able to sink into Dean and Sam's minds a female demon showed up and flung them against the wall.

The witch, now safe to move, made her way to her pot on the stove and began mixing the ingredients in it.

The demon, meanwhile, walked up to the brothers.

"The famous ol' Winchester boys," she sang. "Oh how I'd love to kill you both."

"Then why aren't you?" Dean inquired.

"Rosa here told me about her plans for you," the demon replied. "And I decided that there are some things that a witch could do to a hunter that is worst than dying."

"What is she going to do?" Sam quizzed, worried for his brother.

The demon waggled her eyebrows. "You'll have to wait and see. But I promise you; it's a good one. Never been done before. We're making history."

"Whatever you say," Dean said, rolling his eyes.

"It's done," Rosa called out to the demon.

"Good." The demon nodded. "Now pass me the goblet."

The witch filled the goblet beside her with the mixture in the pot and gave it to the demon who forced Dean to open his mouth and swallow it.

After it was done, the demon smirked at him. "I'll see you around, Dean."

Dean glared at her. "You better hope not."

The demon's grin grew wider, and then she was gone, taking Rosa with her.

A/N 3: What do ya think so far?