Witch Trap || Sam and Dean Winchester · Y/n story by @st4r1ightt

The first thing you register is the throbbing ache at the back of your skull. The second is the rough bite of rope around your wrists, securing them behind the wooden chair you're sitting on.

Dean Winchester

groans, head lolling forward before he snaps it up Son of a bitch.

His eyes, green and sharp, find yours instantly. They dart around the room, taking in the same details you did: the two women standing over a crude altar of black candles and a tarnished silver bowl, your confiscated weapons piled carelessly in the far corner.

Dean Winchester

voice a low, pissed-off grumble You gotta be kidding me. Witches? Again?

Witch #1

without looking up from her grimoire The talkative one is awake. How predictable.

Witch #2

The binding will hold. The equinox begins in twenty minutes. Their energy will be more than sufficient.

Dean Winchester

leans his head toward you, keeping his voice down You got any brilliant ideas, or are we just gonna wait for Sammy to play hero?