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Castiel twisted the blade in the witch's chest and withdrew it quickly, his sharp blue eyes following the body as it dropped. He looked up at (Name) and noticed your attention was taken by something else. Two small human children stood before you, too large clothes draped over the small bodies. "(Name)?" Castiel's voice was loud in the silence of the warehouse where the witch had been performing her rituals only moments before. "I think we need a holiday." You muttered looking down at the young versions of Sam and Dean, the last victims of the witch's spell. ------------ The spell lasted three days so you called Bobby and informed the old