The Good Witch Series: Not Quite Supernatural

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“Me and you, you know this can't end well, as soon as you got to the table you had to know you didn't stand a bleedin' chance...your mine!” Bree said darkly staring with anticipation at her opponent.

Sitting at a little Diner Dean watched with amusement as a huge plate of food was set in front of the small girl. Her hair was now red...stop sign red, and littered with black and blonde streaks. Her eyes grew wide with excitement as she saw the giant burger sitting in a delicious pile before her. With that, she attacked it, it really didn't stand a chance against her.

“Okay, so our first destination is a church in Massachusetts, apparently bodies of the clergy were found...mutilated and hanging from the rafters,” Sam grimaced as he ate swallowing hard.

“Wow, so like their guts were hanging out, and they were decorating the church like Christmas tinsel,” Bree asked, “That is so sick!” her tone was like a young boy talking about something gross with more wonder than disgust.

Dean and Sam exchanged glances, Dean however was slightly amused Sam less so, “You do know these were people, with families,” Sam said.

“Yeah, duh, but like,” She swallowed a huge chunk of burger, “You see, they're already dead you know, and it royally blows, but they're dead...you can sit there and feel bad for them, or you can find out who did it and make them feel a whole hell of a lot worse.” She shrugged nonchalantly licking juice from the burger off her fingers.

Dean smiled wide, “You see Sammy and you were worried, she'll do just fine.”

Sam only looked at her in shock, the shock that she said something that had more depth than she even realized. “You make a very excellent point, but if you could never referred to guts as Christmas decorations again, that would be wonderful.”

She looked at him oddly, “I made an excellent point? Really? Sweet!”

She was mauling the last piece of her burger, with a ferocity that made Sam grimace and Dean chuckle. Sam shook his head, “I know you need to gain weight, but you can still die of a heart attack from eating that.”

Bree looked up at him with wide eyes, while sopping up burger juice with her already greasy French fries. She looked down at her plate again, and back up at Sam, “If you want to act like a woman and have a salad go right ahead, but I personally prefer, fat and grease, got work on my girlish figure and all.”

“You will never have one of those...ever,” Dean said sharply with all the firmness that a big brother should have.

Bree narrowed her eyes, “Stow it, ya goddamned Yank,” she playfully tossed a soggy fry at Dean.

“What did you just call me?” Dean wrinkled up his forehead, “Did you call me a Yankee?”

Sam chuckled lightly the interaction between the two ranged greatly. From playful banter to arguing to Dean's tendency to treat her like a little sister. It happened rather quickly, they had spent several weeks at Bobby's letting Bobby run her through the basics of Demon hunting. Dean himself thought she needed more hands on experience than sitting her down and telling her things she may or may not retain. She would remember to line her room with salt the first time she didn't and something broke in. She would remember the holy water the first time it saved her life...that was Dean's thought. So they came to a happy medium, Bobby would still teach her, but every once in a while they would take her out into the field.

Bree was still edgy around Bobby, she winced if touched her and got extremely nervous if they left her alone with him. Bobby guessed it had something to do with where she came from and stressed the importance not to make a big deal over it. He said that she'd get over if he acted like he normally would.

Sam, however, was still not happy about the entire situation, he thought the girl should have the chance to live a normal life. Dean's response however had been “She's not going to ever be normal, Sammy, As much as she could go through therapy to teach her how to cover it up and move on, it won't help, she doesn't need someone to share her life story and her feelings with, she needs somewhere to direct all of that anger and hurt, and if we just drop her off somewhere the direction she aims it at may bring us back along to have to deal with it, Sammy.”

Sam in the end had agreed to let Breeana make the decision on her own. She had choose to stay with them and help them. They headed for the car now, it would be a ways to go before they hit Massachusetts.

“So can I drive?” Bree asked with a sly grin.

“Ha, ha, you are a very funny little girl,” Dean said with an arched eyebrow.

Bree frowned, then replied, “Rather be a funny little girl than an ugly little girl.”

“You know you can walk to Massachusetts,” Dean said with a dead panned look.

“You'd miss me,” she said climbing into the car.

“I doubt that,” Dean muttered.

Sam laughed more as they pulled out, 'Highway to Hell' played from the speakers rather loudly, and even louder than necessary. Dean and Bree's voices carried over top in high pitched exaggeratedly off key whining noise that made Sam cringe.

“I'm on a HIIIIIGGGHHHHWAAAAAY to hell!”

“No STOOOP SIIGNS SPPEEED LIMITS!”

 

'Asking nothing, leave me be

taking everything in my stride,

Don't need reason, don't need rhyme

Ain't nothing I would rather do

going down, party time

my friends are going to be there too...'

~~~AC/DC 'Highway to Hell'~~~

 

 

The town small, barely even worth mentioning on the map, in fact they had gotten lost while trying to locate it, only to realize...they drove through it and had to turn around. When they had finally gotten there, finding a hotel room for the three of them had been difficult, the only hotel in the entire city was a small mom and pop hotel that look like it was made out of an old house. It made for comfy beds, but two grown men with one teenage girl made for some interesting looks, especially with her being British they didn't seem to believe that she was their sister. None of them however were so bold as to say it out loud, but the strange looks were enough.

As they unpacked, Dean pulled out a credit card, and handed it to Sam, “We've got to examine the crime scene, and get crime seen photos, take Bree and get her some grown up clothes...and fix her hair, and try to make her look like a grown up, maybe get her a fake...”

“ID?” Bree finished fishing through her purse and pulling out an ID that said Briana Norton the picture was her and said that she was 23.

Dean took it from her an examined it, “Holy shit this isn't fake...How did you? Where...?” he started.

“Tag,” Bree informed them, “He's a mutant.”

Dean arched a confused eyebrow, Sam however explained, “Apparently they have been finding that there are some people who have mutated...they have a gene called the 'X' gene...they think it's a step toward evolution.”

“Doesn't seem like he's evolved very far,” Dean commented.

“He can communicate with computers...all kinds... from super computers to calculators...so he put it in the DMV computers, and they sent me this ID,” Bree shrugged. However now Sam was looking at his computer as if it were an offensive object.

“Is there anyway to keep him out?” Sam asked.

Bree shrugged, “Maybe some type of protection spell, let me do some research and get back to you, I can probably alter one for that purpose.”

Dean wrinkled up his forehead, “It's creepy that you're smart.”

 

xXxXx

 

She picked at the hem of the offending object with a frown, her breaths were shallow as she waddled from the dressing room. The polyester outfit wrapped around her like a python on it's prey. “Sam...I really don't think this one is going to fit,” her voice was almost a whimper.

Sam stifled a laugh. The skirt hugged her so tight she had to waddle to move, the seams threatened to burst. The buttons stretched her bust threatening to burst out.

“Maybe we overestimated how skinny you were,” Sam said carefully trying to hold in laughter.

Bree's eyes widened, “You think? I maybe skinny BUT I do have boobs...and an ass.”

Sam rolled his eyes, “No you don't...”

“Well no wonder you think I can where this, asshole,” Bree frowned.

The attendant came over and broke out into a grin, “Here Let me help, This is a size...oh...a zero? No wonder, we'll try a four that should work.” the girl said disappearing.

Sam shrugged, “I'm not a girl, how am I supposed to know?”

Bree had disappeared back into the dressing room letting out a sigh of relief when she stripped off the restricting garment.

“Not what Dean said,” Bree said from inside her dressing room.

It didn't take long for the woman to return with a few things that seemed to fit her much better, Bree of course choose the ones that were shorter and tighter. Sam didn't make a comment on this, but Dean however, wouldn't be overly thrilled.

After returning to the hotel Bree was hidden in the bathroom, “No...I hate it, I'm not coming out,”Bree called through the door.

“Oh open the damn door it can be THAT bad,” Dean rolled his eyes.

“Not doin' it,” She grumbled.

“If you don't open the door I'm coming in,” Dean told her...of course he was bluffing, it was a naked place...and he didn't want to see her naked.

She, however, opened the door timidly, she had a towel on her head.

The suit she was wearing was a black pin striped skirt and coat set, the skirt it self fell about two inches above the knee but was rather tight. The coat had a tailored fit. Dean now gave her an odd look. Sam grabbed the towel from her head and gave her an odd look.

“What's wrong with it?” Sam asked wondering just HOW she managed to change her hair color...it wasn't wet. It was red...like a natural red, like an orange red.

“It's...natural,” she frowned trying to cover her head.

Dean laughed, “You look like the Wendy's girl,”

“Fuck you, you look like a Nancy,” she grumbled hurling a brush with a deadly accuracy that Dean DID however mange to dodge.

"Dean cut it out, Bree stop trying to kill Dean with a brush you look fine," Sam said taking the 'adult' roll in the situation since apparently Dean wasn't going to, "Let's just go?"

"She's going to a church...wearing that?" Dean asked Sam arching an eyebrow.

"Well you said you wanted me dressed like a grown-up," Bree said crossing her arms defiantly.

"Yeah, like a normal grown up not like the office wh..." Dean started but Sam cut him off.

"Dean!" Sam said sharply through gritted teeth his eyes flicking to Bree whose face reddened and corners of her mouth turned into a frown.

For a brief moment Dean thought she was going to cry. Her jaw had stiffened and she blinked rapidly. To her credit, however, she didn't she grew tangibly silent and looked away. Sam glared at Dean who shrugged offering a bit of a wince. So perhaps he had gotten a little to carried away. Sam looked from Dean to Bree and back again a few times before Dean realized that Sam wanted him to apologize. Dean frowned and Sam glared at him before Dean finally gave in.

"Bree," Dean started.

She immediately tensed more, her jaw tightening her arms crossed over her chest, eyes cast down.

"I didn't mean that," Dean said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said it, I'm an asshole."

Bree surprisingly shrugged, and as if Dean couldn't feel any worse her response was simply, "Nothing I haven't heard before."

Now Dean stood in front of her and put both hands on her shoulders, remaining silent until she looked up at him, "Shadda up, You look amazing, too grown up, no one needs to look at you."

Sam was actually now a bit proud of his brother as he hugged the girl affectionately. Bree leaned on him now looking very much childlike as she tucked her hands under her chin. Dean nudged her, "Go on, finish getting ready."

Dean cleared his throat slightly as she disappeared back into the bathroom, just briefly he caught the look Sam was giving him, "You can shadda up too."

Sam smirked but held up his hands declaring his innocence, "I wasn't going to say anything."

It was another thirty minutes before she reemerged, her hair a dark brown and swept back into and up do, her eyes were a startling blue. She had applied make-up to her face, mascara and a dark red lipstick. She wore panty hose and she slipped on a pair of black pumps that sat outside the door making her three inches taller. It did wonders to make her look older as the heavy foundation settled in any crease in her face making it stick out to make her look as if she was in fact a grown up.

"Okay,": Sam finally said, "How the HELL are you changing your hair and eye color?"

"It's a glamor spell, it's not actually different, I just make everyone perceive that it's different," Bree said with a proud grin.

Sam and Dean looked at each other, whatever it was it appeared harmless but neither of them had seen anything quite like that before. It was pretty clever and Sam had to wonder if she could only do that with color. Perhaps there were other features that could be changed...of course now they had things to do so they didn't really have time to ask.

"Oh....that's....pretty neat," Sam replied.

"Alright, come on weirdo, we're goin' to church," Dean said with a smirk ushering the girl out the door before she took even longer.