As the brothers left the historian's home, the weight of their next task settled heavily on their shoulders. They retreated to a secluded spot near the town's outskirts, where they could discuss their plan without prying eyes or ears.
Sam stared at the ground, deep in thought. "So, we need to find the descendant of the one who sentenced the witch's daughter to death and get their blood for the ritual. But how do we even begin to track down someone from centuries ago?"
Dean leaned against the Impala, crossing his arms. "We start by researching the town's history. We find any records or documents that could lead us to the culprit or their bloodline. It won't be easy, but we've dug up crazier stuff before."
With their course of action decided, the Winchesters delved into the town's archive
