Sam and Dean had seen a lot of crazy things since they'd become hunters.

But a group of teenage girls, taking down a werewolf, with nothing but bows and arrows, kind of got skyrocketed right into their top 10.

Dean got shot down- literally- when he tried to hit on one of them.

With her messy black hair, and piercing blue eyes, she bore a striking resemblance to Castiel, a fact that did not escape the younger Winchester brother.

Dean didn't understand why Sam was laughing so hard.


"Is that a dragon on that hill?" Sam asked incredulously, twisting around to look back out the window.

Dean glanced in the rear-view mirror of the Impala. "…That's a tree, Sam." He rolled his eyes at his brother. "Besides, didn't Bobby say dragons are myths? Like the Lock Ness Monster, and your permanent record."

Cue the bitchface. "We have permanent records, Dean."

Dean shrugs, unconcerned. "And, anyway, even if dragons did exist, what would one be doing in the middle of a strawberry farm in New York?"

There's a moment of silence, and then-

"I'm pretty sure the Lock Ness Monster exists, too."




The kid was handsome, charismatic, likable…and almost certainly not human, considering they'd just seen him skydive from the heavens, riding a winged, black horse.

Dean didn't hesitate in putting a bullet right between the kid's eyes.


He didn't hesitate in trying to put a bullet in between the kid's eyes.

Dean's aim must have been off, because there was just no way the kid's forehead could deflect a bullet from the Colt.

The horse made a snorting noise that sounded suspiciously like a laugh.


"I just wanted to know where the nearest gas station was!" Dean whined, sprinting out of 'Aunty Em's Garden Gnome Emporium'.

He threw himself in the driver's seat of the Impala. Sam, who'd been dozing off, jerked to full attention, as his brother revved the engine.

"Don't look back, man!" Dean yelled. "Use the mirrors!"

Taking his own advice, he glanced in the rear-view mirror, just as 'Aunty Em' burst out of the store.

"…Dean?" Sam asked, eyes locked on the mirror. "Is that Medusa?"



And then Dean backed over her with the Impala.


First rule of hunting with Dean Winchester:

Witches are bad news.

This rule is above even the holy commandment:

Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.

So, Sam knew how 'well' Big Brother would react to Nico DiAngelo, the kid that Sam had found in this sleepy town's graveyard.

But, he wasn't 100 percent sure that Nico was a witch.

Sure, he had questionable taste in clothing, and an unhealthy obsession with hanging out in graveyards, and-

Wait, was he summoning dead people?

Oh. Yeah. Okay.

Maybe Nico was a witch.

"Ahh…Nico, I'm going to ask you to stop the spell. Nicely. But then I'm going to start shooting."

"Do I look like a Hecate kid?"


"I don't do spells."

And then, Jess was there- pale, translucent, kind of dead, but there- and Nico's witchyness didn't seem to matter that much anymore.