We arrived at the motel, where Sam and Dean left me, since they were going to pose as CDC investigators. Not that I knew what it was just from the name, but apparently it meant that I was not allowed.

I didn't mind that much however, since the motel we were at this time was much nicer and better then the last. There was way less of a weird smell and not as many unexplainable stains.

I sat on one of the two beds and watched Scooby Doo, since Dean seemed hyped about it, when he turned on the Tv, cause otherwise I probably wouldn't have been able to figure it out. Human technology was still quite a mystery to me.

I heard the Impala approaching, which made me happy cause that meant food, and it would have been Dean, who had picked it out. No offense to Sam but I am a meat eater and not a plant eater.

"Hey, Cub." Dean yelled as Sam and him walked inside the motel room with two paperbags in their hands. "Catch." He threw one of the bags at me. I opened it and was instantly hit with the nice smell of pulled pork burger and fries.

"Yes!" I quickly unwrapped the burger and took a bite. "Thanks, Dean." Dean gave me a satisfied smile.

"What?" Sam mocked in offense. "No thanks to me?"

"Sam, I think we both perfectly well know that Dean picked this out and not you." I giggled and took another bite.

"Fair enough." He took out his rabbit food and started eating along with Dean.

"So what did you find out?" I asked with anticipation.

"We think this is probably a witch case." Sam started. "The vic's teeth had all fallen out, and she was spitting blood."

"Gross." I scrunched up my face.

"Agree with you on that one." Dean said. "I hate witches, always spewing their bodily fluids all over the place."

"That description didn't make it much better." I added.

"It's also old-school, black magic, so whoever is doing this, is powerful." Sam clarified.

"Which means it's gonna be even more difficult to find out who." I sighed.

"Well, we know it was someone in Janet Dutton's life, who wanted revenge. So find the motive-"

"Find the killer." I ended Sam's sentence.

I went outside to use my eolas. Eolas is the ability to see and hear things that are even far away, however you need to be careful, where you use it. Because it makes every sound much higher, you don't want to use it under an electrical mast. I hadn't used it in a while, and it was itching to get used again. Luckily, I did, cause I saw a normal in a car eating a sandwich, but unbeknownst to him maggots were in the sandwich.

"We need to go!" I yelled as I ran back inside. "Someone is dying!"

We reached the man on the side of the road, and he was a lot coughing.

"Check the car." Dean quickly said to us, and immediately we searched the car for the hex bag. "Sam? Cub?"

"Got it." Sam yelled from the front seat as he took the hexbag outside and burned it, which soon enough made the man, who I found out to be Mr. Dutton, stop coughing.

"You okay?" Dean asked.

"What the hell is happening to me?" Mr. Dutton asked.

"Someone murdered your wife, and now they are trying to kill you, and if it hadn't been for her," He pointed at me." They would have."

"That's impossible." Mr. Dutton said in confusion.

"It's really not." I stated.

"If she hadn't seen you, you would be a doornail by now." Dean explained. "Now you wants you dead?"

"I... I..." Mr. Dutton struggled to answer.

"Come on, think." Dean said.

"There's- there's a woman." Mr. Dutton stammed.

"Okay, a woman?" Dean was clearly fishing for more.

"An affair?" Mr. Dutton admitted. "A mistake. She was blackmailing me, and I put an end to it a week ago."

"What's her name?" Sam asked coldly.

"What could she have to do with-?" Mr. Dutton exclaimed confused.

"What is her name?" I repeated.

We went to this Amanda Burns' house to find her. Once again, Dean picked the lock to the front door, and we went inside. The boys had their guns raised, and I was prepared with my claws.

"I smell blood." I told them.

"Where from?" Sam asked.

"Up there." I pointed up the stairs, and we started making our way up there. I opened the door from where the smell was strongest and found the body of a young woman. "Guys," I said gaining their attention. "You think that's Amanda?"

Dean turned on the lights, as we moved further inside the room. "That's a curveball."

"Yeah." Sam agreed.

I started looking around more, when an oddly familiar smell hit my nose. "Rabbit?"

"What?" Sam frowned.

"It smells like dead rabbit in here." I explained.

"And it has nothing to do with bunny there?" Dean gestured to the corpse with a sick smile on his face.

"Dean, ew." Sam said in disgust.

"What?" Dean mocked offense.

"I am not even gonna ask." I sighed.

"Good." Sam muttered, as Dean moved closer to the body. I noticed along with Dean, three deep marks on her forearms.

"Three per wrist." Dean informed Sam. "Vertical. She wasn't fouling around."

Sam looked down to see a rotten meal of some sort, which made me gag. Again, sometimes super smelling is a great ability, other times not so much.

"Yeah, looks like she was working some heavy weight evil here." Sam told us.

"Yeah." Dean responded as he let out a yelp. "I think, I found your rabbit, Cub."

"How did I miss that?" I frowned.

"Maybe the rotten food and maggots has something to do with it." Sam reasoned.

"Freaking witches." Dean yelled angrily. "Seriously man, come on!"

"Guess we know where she got the rabbit's teeth from." Sam remarked.

"Well, Paul sure how to pick them." Dean commented. "It's like fatal attraction all over again."

"Still, don't get the references." I said.

"Why is a rabbit always the one, that gets screwed in the deal?" Dean said with anger. "Poor little guy."

"You know, I am probably gonna catch a couple on full moon." I shrugged.

"Don't you dare, bring them back to us." Dean pointed at me.

"Of course not." I raised my hands in defense.

"You know what I don't get, guys?" Sam interjected. "If she was so bend on revenge, why do this?"

"Well," Dean muttered. "She got Janet Dutton, she thought, she finished off Paul. Just decided to cap herself and make it spur of lovers hat trick?"

"Maybe." Sam said not totally convinced.

"I mean this doesn't exactly look like a Tv room of a bright and stable person, you know?"

"No." Sam agreed partially. "But then," He pulled out a hexbag from under the table. "there is this." He threw it at Dean, so we both could take a look at it.

"Another hexbag?" Dean sounded very done with this whole case. "Come on." He opened the hexbag, and threw it back on the table. "I guess we got a hit, huh?"

"Witch versus witch?" I finished.

"I guess." Sam said.

"I would like to rapport a dead body on Mayfair Circle 309." Dean talked in to his phone. "My name? Yeah sure, my name is..." He hung up the phone. "Why are witches ganking each other?"

"I don't know." Sam answered.

"Maybe a witch covern?" I suggested. "It looks like it."

We arrived the next day to talk to Amanda's neighbors and since they were pretending to be police officers this time, I could join them in my wolf form.

"You must have green thumbs." Sam said as we approached a young woman in her front yard.

"Excuse me?" The woman asked.

"Getting these herbs to grow outta season like this. Its quite impressive." Sam then fetched his badge. "I am sorry, I should have introduced myself. I am detective Backman," He gestured to Dean. "This is detective Turner and our police dog, Leona."

"Heya." Dean smirked as he fished his badge.

"We are following up on Amanda Burns' death, going around the neighborhood talking to her neighbors and stuff like that." Sam explained.

"But didn't she...?" The lady hesitated. "I mean she killed herself right?"

"Maybe." Sam stated.

"We heard you were friends with the deceased, is that right?" Dean asked.

"Yes, I guess, I was." The woman stumbled over the words a bit.

"Did you have any idea about her practices?" Way to be subtle, Dean.

"I'm sorry, what kind of practices?" The lady asked.

"Well, you see her house was littered with satantic objects." Sam explained.

"A regular Black Sabbath." Dean and his references.

"No, the," The woman hesitated. "She was an Episcopalian."

"Well," Dean was not convinced. "Then we are pretty sure, she was using the wrong bible."

The lady couldn't answer, before we heard an; "Elizabeth," from behind. We turned our heads to see two women, one with longer blonde hair and the other with short dark brown hair, approaching.

"Are you alright?" The blonde asked.

"I'm fine." Elizabeth lied. I could hear her heartbeat from across the street if I wanted, which would actually be her heartbeat throughout the whole conversation. "Renee, these are detectives. They say Amanda was..." She hesitated as Renee put her hand on her shoulder. "They say, she was practicing-"

"I'm sorry, detectives." Renee interfered. "You can tell that Elizabeth is a little upset."

Of course, Miss..." Dean said fishing for her whole name.

"Mrs. Renee Van Allen." She answered in a tone with more attitude than any teenager, I have ever heard. "Would you like me to spell it for you?"

"I'll be fine." Dean smirked. "Thanks."

"This Amanda business has been hard for Liz, for all of us." Renee said in her annoying voice.

"Yeah, I mean, you think you know a person..." The other woman added.

"Well, I guess, we have secrets, don't we?" Ya think, Dean?

"Well thanks." Sam said after a moment of awkward silence. "We'll be in touch."

"Have a nice day." Dean sarcastically remarked.

"Bye." The other woman said.

We were driving in the car, and I was back to human form again, when Dean said; "I'm already sold on that Elizabeth chick."

"Me too." I added. "Did you see that garden of hers? Belladonna, wolfsbane, mandrake. Besides she lied during the whole conversation, I heard her heartbeat."

"Well, she has definitely had a good run lately." Sam said as he was reading a newspaper. "Gone up a few taxbrackets, won almost too many raffles. Kinda things, a little black magic always helps with."

"Yeah." Dean muttered.

"I dont think, she is alone either." Sam added. "Looks, Mrs. Renee Van Allen--"

"Aka bitch." I mumbled.

"Has won almost every craft contest, she has been in, in the past three months." Sam finished.

"A regular Martha Steward, huh?" Dean remarked. "Expect for the devil worship. I am thinking that was the covern, we met back there minus one member."

"Amanda was clearly gone of the reservation." Sam commented. "What do you think, they killed her to keep up appearances?"

"Seems like the appearance kinda crown, isn't it?" Dean pointed out.

"Yeah." Sam sighed.

"Well, they killed a nut job." Dean started. "Should we thank them or not?"

"They are working black magic too, Dean." Sam pointed out. "They need to be stopped."

"Stopped, like stopped?" Dean asked surprised. Sam just shrugged. "They are human, Sam."

"They are murderers." Sam shot back.

"I'm with Sam on this one." I spoke up. "If that had been a werewolf, you would kill it, wouldn't you?"

Dean looked at us both in surprise. "Burn witch, burn."