User blog:The Weary TimeLord/Memoir of a Dimension Hopping Madman: Love in the face of pain. Chapter 5.

Chapter 5: Several Drinks, a Multitude of Murders, and a Dash of Lore.

The trip took roughly six hours by the time we arrived in Enfield we were all exhausted. “All right let’s go kill some witches.” Dean mutters as we pull into town “No!” Sam almost yells “We are all tired, what is a bunch of worn out hunters going to be able to do to a Coven of witches that has already killed several others?” “We need to rest first then we will attack.” Cas and I nod at this “Fine” Dean mutters a bit begrudgingly “Let’s check into a Hotel for the night.”  The Hotel in question was a grungy little place off the main road, one which I assume had not seen better days since the Nixon Administration. After ordering two rooms one for myself, and the other for Sam and Dean to share (as Cas has no need to sleep being an Angel), Dean went to go hit a bar dragging poor Cas with him.

Sam and I were better behaved and opted to stay behind to try and find out more about the Coven. After three hours of searching we had three new pieces of information. The first, a mysterious string of deaths occurred in the 1500s in Enfield where the victims had been killed in what was ascribed by the police of the time as gang murders. The police eventually found all the victim’s bodies inside an abandoned factory. The reports detailed how the victims were completely drained of blood, which had then been used to paint “Wiccan black magic symbols” on the walls. The reports were sent to the church in order to inform them of “The Witch Craft which is invading the township” the rest was hidden away and the whole thing forgotten. The only reason we found what we did was because the papers were lost before they could be destroyed and had been recovered in the 1990s after renovating the underground of the old police station. The second was that a demonic energy rift fault line runs smack dab right through Enfield. (“Why is this?” I hear you ask, answer: because it’s Maine and all kinds of freaky shit happens in Maine. That’s why King writes such great books he lives in Maine which is a supernatural cesspool.) The third was a recent string of missing person’s cases around root 503 which just happened to pass by the now abandoned factory. In total fifteen people were reported missing ranging from eleven years of age to fifty seven.

Cas stumbled in at around 2:30 am shouldering Dean who was fairly drunk. After I gave Dean something to take the edge of his drunken stupor, Sam began explaining to the two what we found. He was explaining it with great detail on how witches had come to Enfield and the ritualistic murders which had ensued. I felt inclined to let him explain the lore and instead began double checking and cleaning my weapons. After everything was explained and Dean was once again cognizant of his surroundings he and Sam departed to their room, while Cas and I stayed up to continue research. I was used to the long nights and little sleep, one of the perks of being a hunter and an insomniac.