The Good Witch Series: Not Quite Supernatural

Author's Notes: SO this is my first attempt at Supernatural fic, tell me what you think so far, and it's kind of an AU no specific season...


The girl laid sprawled out in the backseat, unconscious, she’d been unconscious for an hour at least. Sam had noticed Dean continually glancing into the rear view mirror.

“What?” Sam asked carefully.

“We’re stopping at the next gas station,” Dean told him without looking at him.

Sam looked over at the gas gauge, they had nearly a full tank, they had beer. However at the moment Sam didn’t question it. The bright lights of the gas station that seemed to be geared more towards trucks and travelers than the locals, didn’t even wake the girl. Sam guessed it was probably a drug induced coma. Dean hopped out of the car and opened the back door.

“What are you doing Dean?” Sam asked finally.

Dean held up the large purse the girl brought with her and opened it, “Dean, don’t…” he started until Dean produced a baggy of a white substance that Sam only guessed was probably cocaine.

He rummaged through it some more and produced a few vials of morphine, “Medical grade, we should keep this...away from her though.”

He was utterly shocked to find that there were brand new packaged needles in her purse also which Dean ferreted away in the car along with the Morphine.

“Since when have junkies cared about whether their needles are clean?” Sam asked raising an eyebrow.

Reluctantly Sam searched her back pack, feeling a bit dirty rummaging through a teenagers clothes however oddly he felt a little better that his suspicions were correct (and he wasn't searching through a teenagers under things for no reason) when he pulled out a crack pipe, and a baggy of a powdery brownish white substance he didn’t even want to guess what it was .

After thoroughly searching her things and being utterly shocked by how much they found, Dean went into the gas station and re-merged with a huge bag of skittles and a bag of M & Ms. Sam raised a questioning eyebrow.

“She seems like she’d like skittles,” Dean shrugged stuffing the candy in her purse to replace the drugs.

Sam raised his eyebrows, “She’s not going to be happy when she finds out all her drugs are gone.”

“I’ll shed a tear we just did her a favor,” Dean said a bit bitter sounding.

“I know, but what if she starts going into withdrawals,” Sam asked.

“I guess we’ll have to make it to Bobby’s before that happens,” Dean said hopping into the car.


The girl didn’t wake up until the sun came up, Sam was passed out laying against the window, Dean was tearing into a bacon cheese burger.

“Hey you’re up, good, here eat those,” Dean said tossing back a couple of burgers.

“Oh thanks I’m starved,” She said rather cheerfully. She tore into the burgers like she hadn’t eaten in a week. She was quiet for a bit and then leaned forward, “Hey where we going?” her voice was a bit timid.

Dean wrinkled up his head he was sure they had told her that already, “South Dakota.”

“Oh...well why?” she asked.

“To see a friend,” Dean replied

He looked at her through the rearview, she seemed a bit confused and now nervous. She was chewing on the tiny silver ring that piercing one side of her pink lips.

“What?” Dean asked watching her carefully.

“Nothing,” she sighed.

“What?” He repeated this time with a bit more conviction.

“Do I know you guys?” she asked carefully, “I mean have I met you before or...”

“What do you mean we met you last night? Remember?” Dean wrinkled up his head.

“Um...well...no...” she replied.

“Remember how you summoned that demon...” Dean said carefully.

“Well yeah but it didn’t work,” Bree said looking utterly confused now, “How do you know that?”

“A. Yes it worked, and it killed a lot of people, B. We know that because we’re the one’s that killed it,” Dean replied.

“It...what? Killed a lot of people...oh god, I didn’t know I didn’t...Tag told me to summon it, or try because he thought it was fake, I had know idea that it...oh god, I’m sorry,” Bree’s voice was slowly raising in octave, her voice becoming more shrill and panicked as tears sprang to her eyes.

Sam’s eyes shot open at the sound of her voice, having forgot she was in the car, as the realization set in he turned to look at Dean.

“She’s apparently just learning that summoning demons gets people killed,” Dean said with a sarcastic bite.

“We had this conversation last night,” Sam said rubbing his sleepy eyes.

“Apparently she didn’t remember” Dean sighed.

“Look we took care of it, just don’t EVER do it again,” Sam told her firmly to squelch her hysterics.

“Okay I won’t, I didn’t know Tag told me...” Bree started again.

“We know,” Dean said gritting his teeth wishing he could go back and shoot that guy.

She sniffed a little bit more and wiped tears from her eyes, “So why am I here?”

“Well, it takes a lot of power to summon Fremon, and once you display that kind of power, demons will hunt you, they'll want your soul, your very energy...they will find you...besides let’s be honest, you can’t get much worse than where you were.” Sam explained.

Suddenly she laughed, grinning a bit.

“What’s so funny? He’s serious,” Dean glared in the rearview .

“I know, I know , But I just thought you two were a couple of perverts,” she chuckled.

Sam looked at Dean and Dean looked at Sam, then Sam frowned thoughtfully , “Well Dean’s a pervert...but he generally sticks to women his age.”

“Generally?” Dean raised an eyebrow.

“Well there was that one girl...What was her name?” Sam smirked.

“Okay that’s not fair her ID was fake and in my defense she didn’t look 17,” Dean glared, “I didn’t sleep with her, not after she said she had school in the morning.”

Sam burst into laughter at that.

“You’re real funny Sammy,” Dean rolled his eyes.

Bree cocked her head to the side a bit, the concept that the age difference might be an issue had never occurred to her with Tag. It just wasn't something she thought about, she wanted to get away from her step father and Tag had offered that escape. As she thought about it more the concept of being away from him for a long period of time horrified her, and at the same time she hadn't been hit in the face once since she left, if she had, she didn't remember. And speaking of Tag...

From inside her purse she shuffled through her things utterly delighted when she found the skittles, “Oh my god I love Skittles!”

“Surpirse!” Dean said letting out a sigh of relief, he really didn't want to deal with a pissed off teenage girl.

Distracted by a handful of skittles she dumped in her mouth, she remembered at her phones persistent ringing that she should answer that before Tag had a conniption fit.

“Yeah?” She said with a mouthful of rainbow delight.

“Bree where the fuck are you?” Demanded the angry man on the other side of the phone. His voice never sounded exactly the same as it did in real life, because of his mutation he didn't need a phone to call, and he just told the speaker what noises to make producing sound similar to his voice but not quite the same.

“Why are you asking me that when you can track my cellphone?” Bree replied swallowing her candy.

“Boyfriend?” Dean asked looking back. The girl nodded and he reached back and took the cellphone from her.

“She's with us dip shit why don't you come here and do something about it,” Dean growled into the phone itching for a chance to beat the guy into a coma. Sam couldn't argue really, normally he didn't agree with Dean picking fights but this was one he'd love to pummel himself.

Bree looked horrified as Dean hung up the phone before the angry junkie could reply. He didn't give it back to her however.

“What the bloody hell did you do?” She asked eyes wide with panic, “He really will, he's pissed.”

“Good, and I really will beat him within an inch of his life, take him to the hospital so he can detox and heal up and beat again,” Dean replied coldly.

Bree's mouth dropped open, and her eyes slid to Sam who shrugged, “You're right the hospital's a bit much, let him heal up in the panic room and then I'll beat the shit out of him.”

Bree blinked, looking from one to the other. She sat back in her seat quietly, and a bit shocked. Sure Tag was a little rough around the edges but he wasn't that bad.

“He's probably going to tell the police I was kidnapped, and use the satellites to find my location so...” she started and then she watched her phone fly out of the window into the grill of a Semi truck, “Nevermind...”


The trip was long consisting of Dean and Bree fighting over the music, Dean and Bree fighting over the restaurant they ate at, Dean and Bree ganging up and making fun of Sam.

“Sam, she practically had her ass in your lap and you didn't get her phone number?” Bree shook her head.

“I'm not Dean, I don't do the one night stand thing, What's the point?” Sam rolled his eyes.

“Are you gay?” Bree asked, with Dean grinning in the seat next to Sam.

Dean noticed the girl getting more fidgety, her skin loosing color she wasn't feeling great, he knew, but she kept it to herself mostly.

“Hey now, My sister is not gay, if she was, she would have gotten her number,” Dean laughed.

“You guys are hilarious,” Sam frowned his foot a bit heavier on the gas.

“So when can I drive?” Bree asked after a moment of silence.

“The day after...” Dean paused, “NEVER!”

“Didn't have to say it like that,” Bree frowned, “I'm a great driver.”

“Look the dragons you drive when you're on Acid is not the same as a car...least of all my baby,” Dean chuckled lightly.

“Heh...heh...blow me,” Bree frowned.

The girl only really freaked out once, when she realized that all her drugs where gone.

“We threw them away,” Dean said flatly.

“You did WHAT?” She demanded her voice growing lower as her anger grew.

“You heard me,” Dean replied he didn't even turn to look at her, his jaw was clamped shut.

“You son of a bitch!” She glowered, “I needed that!”

“Bullshit,” Dean replied tersely.

“I've got it, Dean,” Sam said trying to stop the situation before it got out of control, they were pulled over on the side of the road, because Bree had grabbed Dean by the arm and demanded he pull over, Dean was less than thrilled, in fact he looked like he wanted to hurt her, “Look,” Sam knelt down so he was eye to eye with her, “You're above all that crap, we need your help but you can't help us when your entire life and demeanor depends on the substance you're on.”

“How would you know what I'm above? you just met me,” she snapped irritably.

“Because you're smart, too smart to be just some junkie, That guy screwed you up so bad you can tell your head from your ass half the time, we only want to help,” Sam told her putting his hands on her shoulders, and giving her a look that Dean would describe as his puppy dog look.

“Look I'm sick I need...” She started, it was Dean who cut her off.

“You're not sick, it's called withdrawals, the sooner we get going the sooner we can get you out of my car before you start puking,,” Dean said grimly.

Dean decided he was done with that conversation, he opened the back door for her to get in, not saying a word, and climbed in the driver's seat, his foot was heavy on the gas, they made it the rest of the way to Bobby's by four in the morning. The timing was impeccable because Bree jumped out of the car and threw up, her hands were shaking and her skin was deathly pale, paler than normal. Her lips were pale and cracked and sweat beaded down her face. Sam helped her up as the world began to spin around her. Dean disappeared inside and reappeared with Bobby.

“Good god Dean, she's just a girl,” Came the country accent of their long time family friend.

“It needs to be done,” Dean said solemnly, “I don't like it either, but anywhere else, and...just trust me, Bobby.”

“All right fine but you, idjits are going to tell me why you brought her here to begin with, just take her to the panic room,” Bobby gave in.

Sam looked horrified, narrowing his eyes, “Dean she's not me, you can't detox her like that.”

“Sammy, we don't have any other choice, she's a witch and I don't want to find out what she's willing to do to us to get her fix okay,” Dean snapped, then he added gentler, “She'll be fine, I'm sure she's been through worse.”

Sam conceded but was clearly unhappy about it. This was a taxing period for all of them, after explaining part of the situation to Bobby leaving out certain details he didn't need to know, it took a good three weeks of leaving her in the Panic room to make sure her system was clear. She often switched from screaming at them, to being too sick to get up, to begging them to give her something, to begging them to let her out, to promising sexual favors for drugs. Sam spent the most time with her, playing cards with her talking to her, trying to keep her distracted. It was clearly taxing on him, he didn't sleep much until Dean came and pulled him out of there.

Dean handled it rather differently, he stayed as far away from there as possible, taking petty jobs, forcing Sam to leave the house. However he was never far from a bottle of liquor. This wasn't like Sam, Sam was his little brother, and it was Demon blood. However, the concept of a child having to go through that, it didn't sit well with Dean as much as he pretended it didn't bother him.

Bobby, however tried his best to make sure the boys were still sleeping and eating, and made sure the girl stayed hydrated, and ate what she could. The last week was when she really started to be come more coherent, and keep food down.

Sam brought her a bag of food, Bree was actually starving, between bites she asked, “So how did you guys get into the demon hunting business?”

“It kind of runs in the family, A demon killed our mom, and my dad started hunting them,” Sam told her.

“Sorry about your mum, mine was beaten to death,” Bree said flatly.

“By a demon?!” Sam's eyes widened.

“No...my stepdad,” Bree replied looking away from him.

Sam went quiet, his jaw flexing, then he cleared his throat, and said quietly, “It should only be a few more days, Dean wants to make sure you're okay to come out.”

Sam sat there quietly for a little while longer, waiting until she was done eating and taking the trash. Sam was all for saving people but since meeting the girl he began to wonder. He wondered why they bothered saving people that were worse than some of the things they hunted. Shouldn't they hunt them too? Technically they'd still be saving people, it didn't matter what they were saving them from, not to Sam anyway.

Bree was looking at him with a rather pensive look, the first one he'd seen from her. He could tell the drugs were clear from her system just by the clarity in her eyes, he could tell there were brains in there.

“Sorry I didn't mean to upset you,” Bree said lowering her head, and looking up at him.

“You didn't upset me,” Sam said shortly not wanting to have that conversation with her, he walked out the door offering her one last look.