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Panting harshly, Dean stood still, catching his break for a moment after beheading yet another creature from the shrinking number of vampires.
“Sammy! How many more we got?” He calls, looking around for his younger brother.
The youngest Winchester kicked a hissing figure away from him. “Not many! I've got two over here, then the one inside,” Sam replies while swinging his machete, decapitating another two vampires. “How you doin’ over there?”
Dean looks around and takes stock of his surroundings, counting the six dead vamps on the earthen floor around his feet, noticing the shaky wooden walls of the rickety barn. A quick scan reveals no other vamps. He turns his head to look at his brother before replying.
“All good over here. You ready for the main event Sammy?” The elder Winchester nods towards the doors that lead into the final room, where the leader of the nest waits. They know that this is about to become an even more grisly fight. This den was responsible for at least fifty human deaths in the last month alone; its leader would be no picnic to kill.
Sam nods, slowly making his way toward the wooden double doors. Dean meets him there and nods. They count down before slamming the doors open and rushing inside to face…
Nothing?
The two look around, machetes brandished, searching for the one last vamp. They hear a soft creak and look up in unison, jumping out of the way just in time to avoid a swiftly descending vampire. The boys end up on opposite sides of the lone figure. Dean leaps forward, aiming to decapitate the undead vamp, but he misses as it leaps away. Dean slides to a stop beside Sam as the vamp jumps to the side, avoiding Sam's following blow. The vampire whirls around and hisses at the two, taking a step backwards. He knows he's outnumbered. Sam takes a step to the side, mirrored by Dean as they trap the pale monster, backing him into a corner. The vampire bumps into the back wall, realizing he’s stuck. The Winchesters walk towards him slowly. He panics and leaps forward, attempting to tackle one of them, but Sam swings his machete up as the vamp falls forward, successfully beheading him, and finally finishing off the den.
As the vampire’s unnatural body falls to the ground, Sam and Dean whirl around at the sound of an almost inhuman screech from behind them.
“EDWARDDD! HOW DARE YOU!”
Sam and Dean turn around to see a young woman standing in the doorway, tears running down her face. Her fists are clenched by her sides, and when her eyes come to rest on the two brothers, the look of hatred she wears is unmistakable. Sam takes a step back on instinct. Dean narrows his eyes and secures his grip on his machete, ready to take down another vamp- but she isn't a vampire. She's something else.
Her eyes glow purple, her arms raise, and her posture straightens unnaturally, feet slowly lifting off the ground. Dean finally takes a step back, sensing the threat the woman before them poses. Even the dust particles seem to freeze as she steps towards them midair, magic surging through her veins.
"How DARE you take away my Edward!"
The brothers look down at the vampire by their feet, his grey peacoat and stiffly-gelled hair soaking up a puddle of blood on the ground. "What a lame name," Dean comments unhelpfully. Sam slowly turns to stare at him, likely thinking something along the lines of, 'why the hell would you try to piss off the scary lady, Dean? Are you crazy?’
The woman stills, seemingly taking Dean's comment to heart. "You'll pay for his life. I'll send you somewhere so far away you'll never come back here. You want to take away my world? I'll take you away from yours."
The woman brings her hands up in front of her, beginning to chant. Her voice echoes through the building, waves of purple-hued energy seeping into the walls and the floor, sending the lights into a flashing storm of electricity.
“Milia mundi. Omnia sibi invicem parallela, nobis invisibilia sunt. Praeter nostrum universum. Iter ad illos terrores et prodigia pande.”
Sam and Dean look around quickly. Both of them have seen their fair share of weirdness and monsters in the world (and heaven, hell, and everything in between), but this? This was abnormal even for them.
"Sammy, try to get to the door- I can-" Dean's words were lost as the first wave of magic threw them against the cement wall, hard enough for Dean to wonder if he'd cracked a rib. The two of them slid to the ground, Sam cursing at the line of blood now dripping down the side of his face.
"Well she's definitely a witch," Sam hissed.
"Oh really!? No freaking dip, Sherlock," Dean retorted.
He finally managed to pull himself back onto his feet, one arm against the wall in support, when the next wave of energy slammed into them. This one crackled through their skin, leaving shocks and electric currents in its wake. Sam fell back on his side, groaning at the burning that seeped down all the way to his bones. Looking up was painful, but Dean finally managed to do it, knees burning where they'd hit the ground and teeth gritted in defiance.
Just who the hell was she? What witch gets involved with a group of vampires?
The witch's voice threads through the shaking space around them, yanking Dean out of his thoughts abruptly. Her words are distorted and too loud, sounding far too close and miles away at the same time.
"Oh my love, I will not forget you. I will avenge you with their lives. I will remember you in the desperation they will drown in as they realize: they will never see this world again."
Sam and Dean both turn their heads, frantically looking for the source of her voice. They know that whoever she is, she's strong- definitely strong enough to kill them without much trouble. Without being able to pinpoint where she is though, they're basically powerless against her and her magic.
The lilt of her voice splits the air behind them, making both men flinch and scramble away.
"Have fun boys."
The vowels are too long, grinding into Dean's ears painfully. He shakes his head, trying to get the ringing words out of his skull.
"I hope this trip brings you an agony like mine."
Purple light explodes out around the Winchesters as they fall backwards through a floor that no longer exists.