The house would've looked entirely derelict if it weren't for the light on in the living room.
The front yard was dead and overgrown, making it hard to keep quiet as everything snapped and rustled in their path.
"Looks like someone's home." Sam commented.
"Okay, let's go in through the basement - get Tina out first."
"Alright." Sam nodded.
They made their way down a set of stairs, leading to a small window at ground level.
Elizabeth noted the Yarrow plants growing all around the building.
"It's still open." Dean told them, crouching down by it.
Sam had to do a double take when he saw it.
Dean called out to Tina, but there was no response.
"Alright, let's go." He said.
"Dean, I'm way too big to fit in that." Sam replied, gesturing to the window with his gun.
"First time you ever had to say that, huh?" Dean smirked.
"Actually, no." Elizabeth shrugged, earning a look from both boys. She pointed an accusing finger at Dean, failing terribly to hide her amusement. "That's for the boner comments earlier, so suck it, tater-tot."
"Big talk coming from the dude wearing underoos, anyhow." Sam added.
"That's the only thing 'big' about him, right now, let's be fair." Elizabeth sniggered, earning an amused smile from the younger brother.
"Okay... Both good ones." Dean frowned. "Here, why don't you go around back for another way in?"
"Yeah." Sam nodded, walking on ahead with Elizabeth trailing along behind.

After finding a way in, the pair headed down to the basement, seeing Dean struggling with a large man holding him by the neck.
Sam snuck up behind him and pistol-whipped him in the back of the head.
He grunted, falling to the floor.
Dean quickly got up, pointing his gun and flashlight at him.
The man groaned, grabbing the back of his head. Then his hand trailed down to what looked like a hex bag around his neck.
"Don't!" Sam ordered.
"Where's the girl?" Dean asked.
"Upstairs." He replied with a German accent. "Alive."
"What did you do to us?" The teen demanded.
"Nothing. I'm no Witch. I just work for one." The man told them.
"Crappy gig." Sam commented. "Where is he?"
"She." The man corrected.
"Okay, where is she?" Elizabeth spoke up.
"She is the worst person in the world." He continued.
"Not what we asked." The Vampire hissed.
"I've been with her for centuries. Things I've seen her do... My sister and I, she made us hurt people, kill people... And when we tried to escape, she caught us and tortured me." He told them, gesturing to the burn scar on the right side of his face. "And then she made me eat poor Gretel's heart."
"Gretel? Like... Hansel and Gretel?" Elizabeth frowned, earning a nod from the man. "Jeez, what is it with fairytales being real, lately? What is this? Once Upon a Time?"
"It wasn't a fairytale." The man said, getting up. "It was based on a true story. They just gave it a happy ending."
"Oh, okay." Dean shrugged. "We get to barbecue a celebrity. Cool."
"You can't kill her." Hansel said, gravely. "You're just people."
"Oh, Hansel. I haven't been 'just people' my whole life." Elizabeth smirked. "And these boys have a few decent tricks of their own up their sleeves."
Sam picked up a brown glass bottle molotov that they'd brought with them off the floor, holding it up for the man to see.
"We're Hunters." He said.
"Ah." Hansel nodded. "Then let me help."
"Help?" Dean narrowed his eyes. "What's in it for you?"
"Because if you're going to fry that candy-coated bitch, I want in." Hansel replied.
"You want to help?" Sam nodded, putting his gun on him again. "Tell me how to turn him back."
"Sam, it can wait." Dean mumbled.
"Tell me how!" The younger brother demanded.
"The hex bag that I'm wearing." The man started. "It will reverse the spell. Squeeze it and you will return to your proper age. Look, we waste witch, I give you the cure. Deal?"
Sam lowered his gun.
"Alright."

Hansel took the lead, taking them to the kitchen where an old, plump woman greeted him with a meat cleaver in her hand. Tina was tied to a chair in the corner of the room.
"Hansel." The Witch said in her German tongue. Then saw Dean, Sam and Elizabeth walk in behind him.
"And pals." Dean added, holding up the Witch molotov.
"Well, our lost lamb." The woman smiled, revealing her decaying teeth. "I thought we'd have to go looking for you. Maybe even abandon our home, sweet home, here. I never dreamt you'd be stupid enough to come back on your own. Hansel, take care of them."
Hansel made no effort to move.
"Yeah, he's not exactly your biggest fan." Dean glared.
"Maybe you shouldn't have made him chow down on his sister." Sam said.
The woman's smile faded.
"I never made Hansel do anything." She declared.
With that, Hansel elbowed Sam's arms down, making him drop the gun and fall to the floor.
Elizabeth Vamp sped over, shoving the giant man up against the wall with her gun in his face. But she hadn't seen Hansel catch Sam's gun before it made it to the floor. He pointed it at her.
"Damn it." Dean grumbled, using a zippo to try and light the molotov.
"They're Hunters!" Hansel shouted.
The woman shouted a spell, pulling the molotov from Dean's grip, making it shatter on the wall behind him.
"You've just seen how fast I am. Do you really want to see which one of us can pull the trigger first?" Elizabeth cocked a brow.
Hansel shot her. Straight through her left side.
He was surprised when she barely even flinched.
"Thanks for answering that." She sighed.
Hansel's arm lurched forward, hitting the Vampire's and making her drop her gun. He then pointed Sam's at its owner.
"Now..." The Witch spoke up. "Who's hungry?"
Hansel instructed the three to get on their knees.
"You okay?" Sam mumbled to Elizabeth.
"Fine. Just a flesh wound." The Vampire shrugged, groaning at the feeling of a possible cracked rib.
"Dude, there's a hole in your side." Dean frowned.
"Wouldn't be the first time. Probably won't be the last."
The Witch approached Dean, wrapping her hand around his raised arm.
"Oh, scrawny. We'll have to fatten you up." She whined.
"Get off him." Elizabeth hissed. "Don't touch him."
"Oh, I'm going to do more than that." The woman smiled, cupping the teen's chin. "Children. Oh, they're so sweet and innocent. And delicious."
"I hear Witch blood tastes pretty amazing." Elizabeth glared as the Witch walked back over to the filthy island counter in the centre of the room.
"Ya, well... When I cook him up, I'll give you some. See which you prefer."
Hansel let out a low, repulsive chuckle.
"If you like kids so much, why don't you go after kids? What's with this whole fountain of youth?" Sam asked.
"In the olden days, if a child went missing, bah, the young died all the time. Now, though, with all your amber alerts and milk cartons, a person fillets one rugrat and people get so angry!" The Witch replied.
"Yeah, I blame Obama." Dean smirked.
"Dean?!" Elizabeth hissed, elbowing his arm.
"So now I improvise. I take adults no one will miss and give them back their youth." The Witch continued.
"And Kentucky fry 'em." Dean huffed.
"It's the only way I can eat in peace." The woman snapped as she prepared vegetables.
Sam subtly slipped his hand down to his back pocket to retrieve something. The other two noticed, so decided on a distraction technique.
"So, uh... Is it worth it?" Dean asked. "Word on the street is people kinda taste like chicken."
"A bit." The woman replied. "European children are more... Free range - gamier."
"Looks like I'm your best bet then." Elizabeth shrugged. "Though, I've gotta wonder what I'd look like as a fourteen year old... Can't say I exactly remember being that age."
"Nein, liebchen. Americans... They are Heaven." The Witch shrilled as she peeled some onions. "Fattier. The meat, so finely marbled, it's almost buttery. I just can't get enough!"
Hansel continued to give that gravely, almost perverse chuckle in the corner, still holding Sam's gun on the boys.
"Mm. Awesome." Dean held two thumbs up.
"I am in awe." The woman continued. "This is my first visit to your country and I have to say, God bless the USA."
"So you're a tourist." The older brother commented.
"No, its business, not pleasure." The woman retorted. "An old friend is causing trouble and the grand coven asked me to take care of her. Poor, stupid Rowena."
Elizabeth's ears perked up.
"Rowena? We know her." She said.
"How unfortunate for you, girl." The Witch chuckled somewhat sceptically.
"Yeah, red hair, got a thing for ritzy hotels." Dean nodded.
The Witch threw her knife down on the counter with a frown.
"How do you know that?" She demanded.
Hansel's gaze faltered from the trio, so Sam took his chance. He lunged at the man with the switchblade from his pocket, cutting his face and shoving him to the ground.
Dean launched himself at him, making sure he stayed where he was as Elizabeth got to her feet.
Sam had moved on to the Witch, removing the knife she'd picked up.
With her power, she sent him flying across the room, smashing into the adjacent wall.
Elizabeth wrapped her arms around the woman from behind, bearing her fangs.
"Nobody bloody move!" She yelled in the most dangerous tone the boys hadn't heard in a while.
The only movement then was everyone turning their heads to look at her.
"Turn him!" The Witch cried, looking to Sam.
Hansel went to grip the hex bag around his neck, but it was no longer there. It had fallen off in the struggle.
He turned to see Dean holding it up. The teen squeezed it, causing a blinding white light to overcome the room.
Before everyone's eyes had readjusted, Dean, now back to his normal self, lunged forward with the Witch's knife and plunged it into Hansel's stomach.
The man groaned, dropping to the floor.
Dean looked to the Witch in Elizabeth's grasp.
The Vampire released her as Dean shoved the hex bag into the woman's mouth and pushed her back towards the open furnace, shoving her in and closing the door.
The woman's screams filled the room, only muffled by the bag in her mouth.
"God damn it..." Elizabeth frowned, drawing the attention of the boys. "I wasn't kidding, Witch blood is pretty amazing."
Dean rolled his eyes, moving to the corner of the room where Tina was sitting.
"Hey." He greeted as he untied her.

"That... Was crazy. Like, psycho crazy." A teenaged Tina said as they stood outside the house. "And you do this all the time?"
"All the friggin' time." Dean replied.
"Not all the time." Sam mumbled.
"Just most of it." Elizabeth shrugged.
"So, can you turn me back?" Tina asked.
"The... Hex bag went up in flames." Dean sighed. "I'm so sorry, Tina."
"You may be able to reverse engineer the spell, though." Sam suggested.
Tina looked to her left, seeing her reflection in one of the windows to the house.
"Or maybe you don't." She said, looking back at the three in front of her.
"Come again?" Sam raised his brows.
"I got three ex-husbands." Tina shrugged. "Fifty grand in debt and not much else. I was... Kind of a crappy adult. Maybe I'll do better this time around. Get out of town, get a fresh start. This is my second chance! Everybody wants a second chance, right?" She looked to Dean with a small smile.
Dean thought it over, eventually nodding.
"You sure you're gunna be alright?" He asked.
"Like I told you - I always am." She replied.
"Can we at least give you a ride somewhere?" Sam shrugged.
Tina nodded.
Dean looked to Elizabeth, holding out his hand.
"Give me the keys, Tinkerbell."
Elizabeth and Sam laughed as the former took the car keys from her pocket.
"Guess I deserved that." She smirked.
"And so much more." Dean breathed, wandering off. "Come on, we've gotta get you healed up."

By the time morning broke, they arrived at the local bus station.
Elizabeth handed Tina a thousand dollars.
"I'd give you more, but someone might think you robbed a place and that wouldn't make for a very good fresh start." The Vampire sighed.
"No, this is great. Thank you so much." Tina smiled, hugging her. "For everything. All of you."
"You stay safe out there, you hear?" Dean nodded.
"I will." The girl said, moving over to give him a hug too, plus a kiss on the cheek. "And, hey, we'll always have the Royale Motel, right?"
She gave a lazy salute with her index finger as she backed away with a smirk.
Dean chuckled as she walked away.
"So... Grand coven." He said as they wandered back to the car. "Any ideas?"
"I've only ever heard of them. Don't think I've ever met a Witch from there except Rowena." Elizabeth shrugged.
"It doesn't sound good." Sam commented.
"No, it sounds like an eighties hair metal band." Dean retorted. "You know, whole lot of hairspray, lot of eyeshadow, a keytar." He smirked.
"That's glam metal." Elizabeth corrected with a chuckle. "I've listened to enough Twisted Sister to know that."
"It's friggin' hair metal." The older brother gave a playful glare. "And Twisted Sister? Really?"
"I wanna rock!" Elizabeth sang, making Devil horns with her hands.
Sam's face remained serious.
"Come on, man. We're painting a word picture here." Dean huffed.
"Is it back?" Sam asked.
The two instantly knew what he meant.
Dean rolled up his jacket sleeve, revealing the Mark of Cain.
"Look, I know what you're gunna say, okay? But you were in deep and-"
"I know, I know. You saved me." Sam sighed. "And you saved Tina and you... Pulled a 'Dean Winchester.'" Dean's eyebrows raised. "Thank you."
"Anytime." The older brother mumbled.
"Look, man, do I wish the Mark was gone? Yes, of course... Believe me, I do. But, I wanted you back. And now here you are and you didn't Hulk out, so... I'll take the win." Sam continued. "As for the rest of it - the Mark, everything else... We'll figure it out."
"It's what we do, right?" Elizabeth smirked, tucking herself under the younger brother's arm. "We've got this, boys. We're not gunna lie back and... We're not gunna take it."
"Okay, quit it with the Twisted Sister references, Dee Schneider." Dean grumbled, rolling his eyes. "You ruined the moment."
"Thought you didn't do chick flick moments, anyway?" Elizabeth countered as the older brother made his way to the car.
As they got into the Impala, Dean started up the engine, stroking the steering wheel.
"Oh yeah..." He smiled. "I'm back, Baby."
He flicked on the stereo and 'Shake it Off' by Taylor Swift came on.
"Oh no. Don't do this to me. I'd rather drink a gallon of bleach than listen to this crap." Elizabeth groaned, resting her chin on the front seat's backrest.
"Payback, remember?" Dean smirked, turning it up.
"Screw you, Winchester."