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The Good Witch Series: Not Quite Supernatural	By : BastsApprentice Category: Supernatural > Crossovers Views: 2949 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the X-men or Supernatural universe or it‘s characters and I am not making money from this….I just like to play with them a bit

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Author’s Notes: There will be none of the twincest, ever…and don’t worry, the boys…not going to be doing a minor…at all…way out of character , also all the warnings I was just guessing, I figured if I wasn’t sure I should include it…who knows what might happen

Full Summary: After trapping a particularly nasty demon, and torturing it for information, The Winchester brothers have to find out who summoned it. However the Witch they are looking for isn’t quite what they expected. Their world takes an unexpected turn into the world of mutants when the Supernatural world and Mutant world collide in a train wreck when they follow particularly gruesome murders…and one could only guess who they found at the end of this chain of gore.

“Breeana Wells?” Dean asked just to be sure twisting a silver dagger into the shoulder of the demon.

“YES!” it hissed nodding.

“Sammy…” Dean started but Sam Winchester was three steps ahead of him already typing the name into the system and doing a search. “Breeana Wells is a fifteen year old girl are you telling me a fifteen year old girl has enough power to summon you?” Sam narrowed his eyes skeptically. Dean twisted the dagger again as the stench of burning demon filled their nostrils.

“YES! She did…She didn’t know it worked…that’s why she didn’t keep control of me,” the demon growled in pain.

Dean and Sam exchanged glances, he stepped carefully over the protective circle around the demon, “Okay, Fremon, we’ll go check it out…and if you’re lying…We’ll know.” Dean smirked at the cursing demon not bothering to pull the dagger from his shoulder.

“So where we headed Sammy?” Dean asked hopping into the Impala.

“Cleveland,” He answered shortly. Sam wasn’t really looking forward to this, if he wasn’t lying that means the fifteen year old girl was a witch, and if that was the case, he wasn’t looking forward to doing what they were going to have to do.

“Cleveland here we come…” Dean replied cranking the Impala, the engine growling loudly at first then settling into a fine purr.

*Cleveland, Ohio*

The party raged on much to the satisfaction of Tyler Anthony Garrison…aka Tag. There was somebody puking in the bathroom. Someone shooting heroin on the front porch. What was amazing was that the 26 year old was a genius, and four years ago he would have been the youngest doctor graduating with his class. Then they discovered his mutation. He already had one, he was what he called a technopath, he could control and communicate with any type of computer, from calculators to nuclear missiles. He was still a good student went through school fair and square never changing a grade and was one credit from becoming a doctor, then he mutated further, and fried the entire technology wing on accident. His new power giving him the ability to absorb and emit electricity. He was quickly kicked out of the school and couldn’t for the life of him get accepted anywhere else. So Tag went on a downward spiral, a drug binge…with even worse crimes on his record than drug abuse.

“Hey Bree, Come Here!” he called over the noise. He waited a good five minutes before he was immediately annoyed by her lack of response. He stalked over to the couch he found her on, more coherent than he expected her to be. The girl’s natural reddish/orange hair was littered with back and dark purple streaks…a different color every week, sometimes more often. Her skin was naturally pale with freckles dancing across her shapely body. Today her eyes were a pale violet, her eyes also changed when she felt like it. He wasn’t REALLY sure how she did it, but he didn’t really care.

“I called you,” he said flatly, making it painfully clear that he was annoyed.

“I’m sorry I didn’t hear you, love it’s kinda loud,” While her accent sounded English, she was in fact Welsh and would quickly correct anyone for making that mistake. Her round cherubic face, showed a hint of caution, the slight yellowing around her left eye a reminder of what happens when Tag got upset with her. He frowned a bit and pulled her up roughly by a thin arm, track marks could be seen down her arms, and more yellowing bruises from his grip around her around and a few fresh ones. She sighed heavily and allowed herself to be pulled away from the riveting conversation about government from a druggie’s point of view.

“I’m bored,” he said with a mischievous smile on his gaunt face, “Come over here and entertain me.” His hands were on her waist, and his mouth on her neck. Bree was happy about the Morphine that currently coursed through her veins.

Sam looked down at the paper in his hand, and up at the two story house, it was in the middle of the suburbs, so the party at the house really didn’t fit. Someone was passed out on the lawn, a couple were making out on the porch, used needles littered the front and the smell of all different types of smoke mingled together, with the scent of vomit and beer. Someone smoking a crack pipe near the window could easily be seen, yet no one called the cops. Sam looked skeptically at Dean who frowned, then shrugged.

“Well it’s different than the normal scene that’s for sure.” No one batted an eye as the brothers made their way through the putrid smelling party. Dean scanned the party for any sign of the young red head, though finding none, he tapped the shoulder of the most coherent looking person there.

“Do you know Breeana Wells?”

“Who doesn’t?” He snorted laughing a bit, then his face grew serious, “You cops?” Sam realized saying yes could be very bad for them, so he quickly shook his head no, “No just…friends.”

“She owes you money huh?”

Dean nodded grimly, “Yeah…she does.”

The man regarded them a moment, deciding that since they looked clean they were probably big time dealers, he just pointed upstairs. Sam and Dean followed his directions up the stairs, it was quieter up there. A few people passed out in random rooms, it was the master bed room where they found her. The door was open when they walked in. The girl was wearing a sheet and not much else and a man lay in the bed, not even bothering to wearing a sheet, his legs sprawled out in a rather unabashed manner.

“S’up?” he said looking at them, raising a questioning eyebrow.

“Actually looking for…um…her,” Dean looked politely away from the girl, normally this wouldn’t be an issue at all, however, she was fifteen.

The man pulled on pants, and stepped outside of the room, to talk to them, pulling the door partially closed behind him. “Look guys does she owe you money or something, I didn’t know, I’ll make her pay you guys back, cash or we can work something else…”

Dean narrowed his eyes, he didn’t like where the sentence was heading and it was all he could do not to punch him in his mouth, Sam gave him a warning look from the corner of his eye. Dean just gestured with his hands for the man to follow him, “Talk to me over here will you?”

Sam however didn’t follow, and the man didn’t seem to notice, he tapped lightly on the door. When she didn’t answer he pushed the door open slightly ready to look away if she happened to not be wearing the sheet anymore. She was still wrapped in it like a cocoon, now her knees pulled to her chest and her eyes looking at him with some amount of fear in her eyes when she looked up at him.

“Hey no it’s okay, look I just want to ask you something,” Sam said gently.

“Yeah?” Came distinctly accented voice.

“Look if we’re wrong this going to sound really odd, but um…did you uh…maybe…summon a demon?” Sam asked wincing.

Bree shook her head, “No but I tried nothing happened.”

Sam shook his head, “Hate to tell you this, but something did happen and a lot of people are dead, Why on earth would you even think that was a good idea?”

She looked up at the door, and down again, Sam turned around seeing nothing realization set in noticing a fresh split lip. “He told you to?”

“You see I have these books, I got them from me mum when she died, Old…different languages, So not human at all others so old there are few people who can speak them, I taught myself the languages so I could read them, once I told Tag what they were about, he thought it was all bullshit, so he said go ahead, try to summon one of these demons,” Bree explained, “I told him it was a bad idea, but he didn’t believe me, and after the fail, he wrote it all off as bullshit.”

Sam took a deep breath, “But it did work, and I imagine not how you expected, I’m amazed you were able to even summon him, Fremon takes some skill and power,”

“Me Mum was a Witch, it’s hereditary I guess,” she shrugged.

Sam sighed, he really didn’t want to have to kill her, but at his distaste she shook her head, “She was a good witch, into the earth worship and all that stuff, the reason why she had all this stuff, well some of it was useful, for protection and what not…but the rest she kept them to keep them out of the hands of someone who might use them.”

Sam nodded, but he wanted to see these books, “Is there anyway you can show me the books?”

Bree shrugged then nodded, “I guess, If Tag doesn’t care.”

“My brother’s talking to him now I’m sure he won’t mind,” Sam said darkly, as he stood up and turned around so she could put clothes on.

*Meanwhile*

Dean was utterly disgusted at what the man had just gotten through suggesting, Dean looked at him blatantly, “You’re a sick fuck she’s fifteen.”

He grinned cigarette now in hand, he inhaled deeply, “What’s your point?”

Dean tensed up, “How old are you?” “Twenty six…Why?” he replied.

Dean turned on his heal and walked into the room, “Sammy we need to leave before I…What are you doing?”

Sam was knelt down next to the girl with his hands going along her ribs, “Two of them are broken,” he muttered angrily.

Dean turned back on his heal and marched out nearly into the man, he didn’t hesitate he punched him in the jaw. Anger seething from the older Winchester, he didn’t stop punching the man until Sam grabbed him. “Come on Dean,” Sam said firmly.

Dean punched him once more for good measure, before standing up, “See how he likes it,” Dean snapped.

“She’s going to take us to the rest of these books her mother had,” Sam said slowly.

“Books? There’s books?” Dean asked confused as he wiped blood from his hand.

“Oh…there’s books…old books,” Sam raised his eyebrows, “Apparently he told her to summon the demon,”

“Why did I stop hitting him again?” Dean asked glaring.

“Tag?” a worried tone crept into her voice, as she looked upon his bloodied unmoving body.

Sam looked from her to Dean, in answer to his question. Whether he deserved it or not...now wasn't really the time.

“Wouldn’t be a big loss to anyone,” Dean grumbled but grudging left him laying there as they lead her back down stairs and out the door.

She was quiet on the way there, only telling them which way to turn, that is until Dean finally spoke.

“What the fuck are you doing with an asshole like that?” Dean demanded.

Sam frowned, but couldn’t help but admit he was wondering the same damned thing. She pushed her multi-colored hair from her face and looked down, “I’ve been with him for three years.”

Dean slammed on the breaks and looked over at Sam both of them silently doing the math, they looked at each other, and Sam simply said, “Later.”

When Dean did start driving again his hand gripped the steering wheel rather tightly and his foot was a lot heavier on the gas.

“That doesn’t explain why?” Dean forced out, his voice seething with hostility, that was just ready to explode on someone.

“He saved me,” Bree admitted.

“From what?” Sam asked gently.

“Home,” she replied.

Bree really didn’t want to talk about it. She wrapped her arms around herself and looked out the window symbolizing the end of the conversation. Dean was about to press her more but a look from Sam stopped him. Sam and Dean preceded to exchange silent looks. Eyebrow raises, widened eyes shrugs and gestures that translated into a conversation.

What?

Leave it alone, Dean

I was just asking

Don’t

Fine…for now…

As they pulled into her neighborhood and to her house, which was also the epitome of suburbia, the girl seemed more shifty. She looked around the white house that sat with one light on and no cars in the driveway. After looking around she silently gestured for them to follow. She seemed to get more tense as she got closer to the house in fact she dropped her keys, trying to put them into the lock. At this point her hands were shaking so bad, Sam clamped his hand around her to steady her.

“Let me,” Sam said gently with Dean giving him another look.

He unlocked the door, and the girl hesitated, “It’s okay,” Sam told her gently.

She lead them into the house, passed pictures on the wall. Dean plucked one off of the wall, of a rather bulky looking man, and a slender elegant looking red headed woman. His hand was around her waist, but what Dean noticed is it didn’t seem like a sweet gesture but a possessive gesture. There was no smile on his face, and hers looked a bit distant. At there feet stood a little boy, also with red hair, the man’s hand was on his shoulder.

“My older brother, lives in Miami, he’s a cop, he’s my half brother,” she explained, Dean hadn’t noticed she had stopped to look at him.

“Different Dad?” Dean asked.

She nodded and swallowed hard, “I, um never met my real dad, always only had my step dad.”

“So they your brother, separated then had you and got back together again?” Dean asked.

“No…they never separated,” Bree said before turning around and heading up stairs.

“Oh,” Dean raised an eyebrow and hung the picture back up before stopping at another one.

This one showed her brother older, he looked a lot like his dad but with red hair, standing next to their mother, Bree stood next to her step dad , he had an arm around her pulling her closer, Bree looked to be about 10 in the picture and he was pretty sure it looked like they were at Disney but she wasn’t smiling. He raised an eyebrow and hung it back up, hurrying after the two.

Her room wasn’t as messy as one would expect a teenage girl’s to be. Her dresser top had a first aid kit sitting on top of it. Otherwise it didn’t look like she’d been there in months. She crawled under her bed started fishing around for something, her rather short skirt going up way to high for Sam’s comfort.

Dean quickly looked the other direction, while Sam said,” Do you need help?”

“No…I got it hold on, there,” She came back out producing a small cedar chest..

She opened it and it was filled with books, herbs, salts , gems and feathers. She pulled out a few books, all leather bound, “This one is in Sumerian…Can you read Sumerian?”

“Uh…well no…” Sam looked away, “You can?”

She nodded, “This one is in Aramaic, this one Latin,”

“Latin we can do…What are they all about?” Dean asked sitting on the bed.

“This one, it’s full of protective spells, fertility rites, Demonic wards, summoning ancient Sumerian Deities,” Bree explained, “This one, the one in Aramaic, this is where I got the ritual to summon the demon, There’s a bloody lot of different ones in there…I chose the one I thought was the lesser.”

“That was the lesser of all the evils? He eat off the heads of men,” Dean explained.

“You should see what the others do…” Bree muttered.

Dean had a thoughtful look on his face, then he said, “Pack a bag, and we’ll take these books down to the car.”

She didn’t argue or question it, she did exactly what she was told. Sam however was giving him a crazy look, then gestured for him to follow him outside.

“Dean are you crazy? There going to charge us for kidnapping a teenage girl!”

“No they won’t, Sammy, this girl goes out and parties and shoots up with her clearly abusive boyfriend and do you think anyone notices? Clearly not…three years Sammy? And She’s terrified to go home Sammy what’s with that?” Dean demanded.

“I know Dean but shouldn’t we just call the police?” Sam asked.

“Why so they can put her in foster care?” Dean glared.

“What are we going to do with her?” Sam demanded. “I don’t know but the girl can summon a demon, she’s a witch, maybe we can put that to good use before she turns evil,” Dean shrugged., “We can’t just leave her here.”

“I know just…There has to be a better way,” Sam frowned, then looked over and realized the girl was look up at them.

She had a back pack slung over one shoulder and a large purse in her other hand.

“I can conjure things,” Bree said timidly.

They both looked at her, “What kind of things?”

“Well, I’m not actually very good at it, Sometimes I conjure things I didn’t mean to, like I’m trying to get one thing and I get toothpaste…but usually it had to fit in my hand, and it takes a lot of effort to get anything much bigger, and I know a lot of protection spells,” she looked up at them hopefully, “I’m not really sure what you guys are doing but…seems cool.”

Sam caved, “Fine, but you have to do everything we tell you.”

“Yeah okay, cool,” She nodded dipping her head up and down, “We should go now.” .
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