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I Crashed My Car Into A Witch; I DON’T CARE!

Part 3 | I LOVE IT; I DON’T CARE!

"DON'T EXPECT TO MAKE IT OUT HERE ALIVE!" 

Well, that didn't go quite according to plan. Of course not. 

And for someone who was 'just backup' you were an awfully lot in the center of attention. 

"It is actually easy," The words of the younger Winchester echoed in your ears as you were tackled down on the hard concrete. "We just need her DNA. Some hair, a drop of blood, anything should do." 

"Yeah, easy my ass." You cursed inwardly, while trying to get rid of the bitch on top of you who had just started to rip your face in pieces. 

Why again had you decided to help them!?! 

   The nightly hunt started harmless enough. Leaving the still half knocked out Dean behind in your flat, you quickly got in the Thunderbird to get rid of the bothersome witch. (Whose jump on the street had left some nasty scratches on your car.) 

At first you decided to check the witch's hideout to find something to get her. Just what the boys had tried doing the previous evening before getting interrupted by her. 

This time you hoped to find the flat empty, she certainly wouldn't return to a place where she'd be found so easily. 

The 'flat' was indeed not far from where you had...stumbled over the Winchesters. And it was damn sure the most luxurious shit you've ever seen. 

The moment you entered the first room, after opening the door in a not so gentle way, a short whistle left your lips. Most of the interior pieces costed more than two month-salaries! 

"The girl really got herself some money, huh?" You asked in Sam's direction while opening drawers to find something to use for the spell. 

"I have to admit I like the interior, but she certainly didn't get it in a nice way." You could see the sheer disgust in his face as he opened a drawer that contained something that looked like parts of dead animals. 

You meanwhile had glanced inside a kitchen cabinet to reveal a, quite impressive, stash of poisons. 

One thing you had to admit; the witch knew how to be careful. You couldn't find a single item with her DNA, not even a used tissue. 

"We have to be careful." Sam stated as he peered in what looked to be a dressing room. "We don't know if she has an alert system. There might also be traps, or-" 

"Or a watch dog." You whispered terrified as you opened the bedroom-door. 

"Y/N, what-" He instantly stepped next to you to find out what had startled you. Thankfully you grabbed onto his arm, urgently needing something to support your shaky legs. The man went remarkable pale himself when his glance fell on the ceiling. 

"Run." It was only a faint whisper but it drew the attention of the thing on you. 

Stunned in horrification the two of you watched as the enormous Spider slowly moved, stretching its eight hairy legs over the whole ceiling bevor dropping itself on the floor. 

It was too late for running, that beast would have caught up to you before you'd even reach the front door. In a split second your brain reacted, you grabbed he desklamp from the drawer next to the door and hit the giant right on the head. 

"Oh god, Y/N, what are you-" 

Enraged it hissed at you while Sam just stared out of shocked eyes. But you just swung the lamp, hitting the hairy head in front of you over and over again. The beast's attitude quickly turned from anger to panic. It tried to step back, curling its leg under its body while all its eyes screamed in fear. 

"Y/N..." You continued hitting on the nightmarish thing. 

"Y/N, I-" It had stopped moving but you went on until a soothing hand closed around your arm. 

"I think it is knocked out, you can stop now." 

"Oh." Slowly you let the lamp down, never taking your eyes off the unconscious spider. At least it didn't look like a tarantula. Just a normal house spider that has been hexed bigger. "I guess." 

"That was actually impressive, you know?" The Winchester was clearly amused by your coldblooded outbreak. "We should really keep you." 

"Ahahaha...no. Just no. If that was a regular occurence in your daily life I think I can do without it." 

"And without Dean?" You simply ignored Sam's teasing, angrily muttering a few curses while climbing over the spider to check the room. 

 About ten minutes later it was clear that your visit had been pointless; she didn't even have a single strand of hair in the whole flat. 

You shut the last drawer with an annoyed grunt, Sam checking under the bed in a similar mood. 

"Nothing." You barked angrily. 

"Well there is...something." Noticing his disgusted voice you didn't even ask. "But nothing we could use, yeah. We should check the bathroom again, maybe in the pipes-" He clearly didn't even believe that himself. 

"Waste of time. I tell you, Sammy; the only way we can get some of her hair is to forcefully tear it off her stupid head." You were, to say the least, outrageous. 

"That's a point. But we have no plan where she is. She certainly won't return home with us around...if we only knew where she hides." 

"Probably in a dark, lonely corner. The only problem is, at 4am in the morning there are countless empty places for her to hide. 

The library," you had started counting on your fingers. "The elemantary school, the church, about every single store and market except for the bakery-" You paused when it hit you. Oh no. 

"Y/N? Did you have an idea? We better hurry up before the spider wakes up." 

"The desklamp is just over there, we'll be fine. And honestly, I prefer Aragog here over the witch and her tiger." He continued looking down at you with a pleading glance until you finally gave in with a deep sigh. 

"Okay, but don't expect too much. I mean the chances she hides there aren't higher than those for any other place..." 

"Y/N?" 

"Okay, okay! There is an old, abandoned and really scary warehouse just down the street. But for all we know she might as well hide in one of the nice places?" You knew that he had decided where to go before he even managed to speak up. "Warehouse?" 

"Warehouse." He confirmed. Your voice grew more desperate as you followed Sam outside 

"Are you sure we don't want to try the ice cream salon instead? Maybe she's hiding under waffles?" Yeah, he was sure. 

  Indeed the old warehouse was just as creepy as you remembered it. Maybe even a little bit more so now that you were standing in the dark. 

Right after entering you placed the bowl with the spell ingredients in a rather hidden passage; still the only thing needed to perform the spell was the witch's hair. 

Quickly, Sam laid his hands on your shoulders, looking you concerned in the eyes. "Y/N, you will stay here. Keep an eye on the spell and don't come out of your cover." You looked up at him in doubt. 

"Don't worry, I can handle it. It is actually easy. We just need her DNA. Some hair, a drop of blood, anything should do. I'll get it, toss it to you and then keep her busy while you perform the spell." That didn't sound promising, yet you stayed behind, trusting in the hunter's abilities. 

Yeah. Mistake. 

 At first there was silence. Fifteen minutes or more without even hearing a single footstep...until a deafening roar broke through the quiet. One that you knew all too well and followed by a familiar scream. 

Instantly you jumped on your feet, lurking around the corner and there it was; the tiger. Chasing the Winchester. Great. 

He might have been a good fighter but was he a match for a tiger?! 

"SO WHERE IS THIS ASSHOLE HIDING!?" The high-pitched voice tore your eyes from Sam and to the corner opposite to him; where the black haired witch stood. She threw her head around, furiously looking for someone. ...Dean probably. 

"I KNOW YOU BROUGHT THIS RECKLESS MACHO ASS WITH YOU, SO WHERE IS HE HIDING!?" Yup, definitely Dean. The next second the tiger had tackled Sam to the ground and you were barely able to suppress a scream. 

At this rate she would tear Sam apart and find and crash you only seconds after, there was only one chance left. 

"Sorry Sweetheart, Dean's only playing with the big girls now." Instantly she turned around, rage in her eyes, and you hoped not to regret leaving your cover. 

"YOU!!" And there was the regret already. "YOU HIDEOUS LITLLE BITCH!" She was furious, but the Tiger was still on top of Sam. 

"The mouth on you." You muttered. "Though I got more reason to curse, you owe me a car repair!" Well that had been a bit too far. 

An outrageous scream and the Tiger leapt towards you, finally giving Sam the opportunity to escape. Before you had the chance to run, she realized her mistake and the tiger was after Sam once again; but this time the Winchester had a head start. 

"Don't think you'll get away unharmed!" Her hiss brought your focus back on your own problems. 

Within a split second she had pulled a dark purple crystal out of her pocket, white fog starting to cover her as she whispered some Latin into the stone. As you recognized the words 'draco' and 'sanguis' you knew that you were not eager to find out what she was doing. 

Without hesitation you jumped right into the fog. Your hands bolted forward, you managed to grab a handful hair, tore on it and eventually ripped some of. She jerked away from you with a scream, a shattering noise to be heard as you threw the hair vaguely in Sam's direction while yelling his name. 

 Then you heard a cry next to you. 

 A bestialic, leathery sound that made the blood in your veins freeze for a second. You turned in your heels as the fog lifted, but it wasn't a powerful dragon you saw. 

The thing was at maximum two feet in length, had no wings, watery eyes and resembled a tiny lizard more than a dragon. It tried to intimate you by rearing up but your instincts kicked in and you kicked the tiny half-dragon right on the nose, 

It let out a scared whimper, before it ran off as fast as its tiny legs could do. 

Then you saw the reason for the unfinished dragon and the shattering noise; the ground was covered in small, purple sheds. She must've broken the crystal as you jumped her. 

"YOU!" Uh-oh. If even possible she was now more pissed than ever before. She rolled up her sleeves, forcefully stomping in your direction. 

"YOU HEINOUS CREATURE! YOU DESTROYED MY CRYSTAL!  

YOU RUN ME OVER!!" 

 "CAN EVERYONE JUST STOP BLAMING THAT ON ME!?" 

 "DON'T EXPECT TO MAKE IT OUT HERE ALIVE!" 

Well, great. 

 The next moment she was on top on you, but not in the fun kind of way. 

She was damn strong for someone with such a tiny stature. Scratching and kicking you went down, as she tried to get her hands on your throat. 

You managed to defend yourself, even giving a nice blow to her eye and almost managing to struggle free. Until a roar from the side distracted you. 

In reflex you jerked your head aside to check on Sammy, as something jumped on your leg. You felt a sharp pain and saw the freaking lizard had returned and sunken its teeth in your flesh. You let your cover down for a split second only, but obviously for too long, a pair of hands closed around your throat and suddenly you saw nothing but stars and sparks. 

Your vision became blurred as you tried to struggle free without success and you felt how you became weaker and weaker. You were on the edge of unconsciousness as you saw a shadow jumping over you and suddenly the pressure around your neck was gone. 

There was screaming in the distance as you desperately tried to fill your lungs with air again. 

"DAMN SAMMY, HURRY ON!" You knew this voice? But your brain was too foggy to make the connection. There was a high shriek, victorious screams and you noticed someone falling on their knees next to you, as your breathing slowly became fainter. 

"Y/N!? Dammit, Y/N, don't do anything stupid, come on-" He slung an arm around your shoulder, carefully pulling you into a sitting position. "Don't you die here on me-" 

"Die?" You managed to cough out as your view finally became clear and you recognized Dean. "As if. You're not getting rid of me just yet Sweetheart." The next second you were pulled in an almost painfully tight hug. 

"Dean...air!" He instantly let go with a shocked expression. "Why does everyone want to suffocate me today? And what are you even doing here!? You are hurt!" Anger boiled up inside you; he could have gotten killed!! 

"I'm fine!" He instantly rose his right arm in defense, remembering what you did the last time when he said that. "Don't even think about it! I'm fine, okay? And if you try to poke me to prove it, I'll have to tackle you down as well!" 

"You certainly would make a great job doing so in your current condition." You sneered. "And if you failed to notice; I already AM down." You couldn't stay mad at him as he glanced down at you with concern-stricken eyes, so you just sighed in defeat. 

"So you forcefully dragged your half dead ass over here?" 

"Couldn't just stay back and letting you get ripped apart, could I?" You really hated him for this stupid handsome smirk on his face. But something irritated you. 

"Though...how did you even get here? I mean we took the car and its quite a way to my place?" His features suddenly went remarkable neutral. 

"I took the Impala." 

"Wait, but didn't the witch turn it-" 

"Don't. Just don't." There was pure horror in his eyes and you couldn't hold back a wide smile. THAT was something you would have loved to see. 

"You really got your beat up ass on a living Impala just to make sure I'm okay? Damn it boy, I love you." That guy was just plainly unfair attracting you. 

"I know. So, how-" He was cut off by your lips on his. 

His eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't seem to mind. For as soon as his shock was over he tangled his free hand in your hair, pulling you closer and returning the kiss with burning enthusiasm. He softly bit your lip and soon you had forgotten that you were half-dead and laying on some cold concrete floor. 

You only were pulled back into reality by someone gently clearing their throath a few steps away. 

"Eh...guys. I don't want to interrupt you, but it's getting day and we should-" 

"Mh-mh." You cut him off, never breaking the kiss and so mumbling in Dean's soft lips, while raising your index finger at the younger Winchester.ONly after a few seconds, fully enjoying yourself for the while it lasted, you pulled away. 

"All right, now we can leave." You hummed happily, while Dean just stared at you with a bright smile. 

"I'm not going to complain...but you won't try to kill me now, will you?" 

"Only if you don't call, Winchester." 

"Should be careful then, I know how you hit with that car." 

...he definitely deserved that additional bruise this comment earned him.