Samd and Dean were in the middle of fighting a witch, a tough one at that. They had been fighting for what seemed like years, but what probably only ten minutes. She kept throwing spells at them, but the guys kept dodging them while Sam kept repeating latin chants, hoping one of them would stop her.
"Sam, how many more do you have left?" Dean asked, jumping out of the way of one of the spells.
"Not many. I've kind of been improvising the last few" Sam said, hiding behind a flipped over table.
"Improvising?! Do you want us to die?" Dean asked, furious. The second he turned his head to see of Sam was alright, he was blasted back by a huge force. Just as he hit the floor, he heard a loud scream coming from the witch.
'Great timing, Sammy' he thought, sarcastically before closing his eyes and passing out.
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Dean slowly opened his eyes and saw Sam sitting at a table. He looked at his surroundings and found they were back in the motel room. He stood up and Sam asked his older brother how he felt.
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