A/n: I'm so sorry that I haven't updated. But now I'm back...so yeah

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I sit there in silence as I watch Sam and Dean bicker. I could use magic... but Dean thinks that I've stopped. Ahh f*ck it. 

"Or we could compromise. A little protection's never hurt anyone.'' I speak up, causing all heads to turn to me. 

"Hell no! You know I hate that voodoo crap!" Dean snaps.

"It's called 'witchcraft' and it's not like I've sold my non existent soul to demons. I'm just ... trying to be helpful. " I sass. "Maybe we should let him decide." 

"Oh yeah, and what do you think he knows about this so called 'witchcraft'. " Dean mocks and I let out a huff.  

"Fine. Call me when you need magical help." And with that I stalk off to the hotel room. Arguing isn't going to help anyone.

Time skip:

Ok...so I did let him leave. But I'm using magic to track him. It should be fine...maybe.