The Shape-Shifting Winchester

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Dean handed Sam's phone back. "She was having a panic attack," he said.

"Again? I thought Bobby said those quit when she was like thirteen." Sam said as he shoved the phone in his pocket.

Dean shrugged. "I thought they'd quit too."

When Trinity was still at Bobby's, hiding from John, she would freak out when the boys would say that they were leaving again-have a panic attack that she was being abandoned. Bobby was good with her, always able to calm her down. It took almost two years for her to quit having them every time they left the house.

"I think while we're there," Sam suggested, "we should look into her family's history."

"Why would we do that?"

"Because I, for one, am curious as to who her mom is and why she has panic attacks. Maybe the doctors have a record on her or something. Besides, these shifters could be related to her."

Trinity settled down on the couch in the library with a book on the history of shifters. Her brothers never let her touch stuff like that; they insisted that she wasn't like them, so there wasn't a point to looking. Bobby had agreed, so anything she knew about her species was purely from experience. It took her all day to read the first volume, which had almost nothing of interest in it, and the next day she did the same, figuring she had better take all the time she could get.

Shape-shifters: Chapter 1
Creation and Birth

She was reading late into the afternoon, when her phone rang.

So far, she'd read about how more shifters change (it usually included some sort of shedding and they needed the DNA of the person), how they could be changed, their tendencies (toward violence or otherwise), and learned how she was related to werewolves.

Putting the book down in the middle of a sentence, she scoffed. Figures. Now Dean called her. He hadn't last night, just texting saying that they weren't gonna stop. She considered not answering, giving him a taste of his own medicine, but decided against it and picked up. "What, big brother?" she sighed.

"Wanted to see if you were doing okay. You didn't answer this morning."

"I was probably asleep, and I'm fine. Just been reading up on my species, see what all the fuss is about." She said that just to ruffle his feathers.

"Trinity, how many times have we told you..." he sighed. "You know, it doesn't matter."

"You okay, Dean?" she asked. Usually he would rail on her. "Don't say fine. Tell me what you're up to. It's not as if I could get down there anyway." She rolled her eyes.

"It's a shifter case."

"Figured as much."

"In...Sacremento, California."

Her heart stopped, and she didn't reply. This mildly scared Dean, and he called her name. "Aunt Linda."

"Who?" he asked.

"My dad's sister. She's family."

"Family goes beyond blood."

"Yeah, yeah." He'd said that same thing to her a thousand times as they grew up.

"Unless...you never told us you have an aunt. Do you...want to live with her?"

"No! Gosh, no! Aunt Linda hated me! She said I was a bastard child and wouldn't even let her kids be around me!"

He seemed to sigh in relief. "Okay. Do you think she could do this?"

"Yep. She tried not to kill when I was there, saying it wasn't my destiny to be killed while under their roof."

"What?"

"Yeah, I know. She may have moved though, so you could be dealing with something else. I mean, it's a big city." She rapped her fingers on the cover of the book. If it was her aunt, then those boys were in trouble. She was beyond ruthless, but she was a genius.

"Okay. Anything else?"

She shook her head. "Don't think so, no. Piece of advice though; if it is Aunt Linda, be careful. And if she's happy to see you; leave. I bet half the reason she's killing is to draw a hunter's attention, because she knows I'm living with hunters."

"How does she know that?"

Trinity sighed and opened back up the book.

Chapter 15
Powers and Abilities

"Because she has my old clothes, and she's a scary good tracker. One whiff of your scent and she can tell who you shook hands with last week." She scanned the first few pages of the chapter. "It's called lycanthropy."

"Fantastic. Anything else?"

"Not that I can think of. I'll give you a call if I think of something to add."

"Great. I'll tell Sam."

She hung up and set about reading again.

Shape-shifters have a variety of powers, ranging from teleportation to premonitions. These can all be summarized into three basic categories: powers of the mind, body, and spirit.
First, the mind. This category includes mind reading, mind control, and the like. These powers are especially common to shifters that cannot speak while in one form or another (see: werewolf), although not unheard of in other shifters.
In the category of the body one would find inhuman strength, shifters that do not shed, and making inanimate objects fly (see: telekinesis). These powers can be found in shifters who hold grudges against other species or who consider themselves stronger than another species because of their race.
Finally there are the powers of the spirit. These generally belong to the more calm and relaxed shifters, and include gardenating (the ability to make plants grow from nothing), siren's song (see: mermaids), and weather (i.e. earth, air, fire, water).
Many shifters possess the power of one of these things, but there are myths of a trinity, someone whose father is a pure-blooded shifter, and whose mother is a pure-blooded hunter. This trinity will have two or more powers in each of the three categories: mind, body, and spirit. Although no evidence to support this claim has surfaced, the faith expressed by the shifters in this myth is enough to assume that there is some truth to it.

Trinity flipped past the rest of the article to where the author had alphabetically listed every power that he knew about. She put it down, spine up, and decided to try a few out. Maybe she could discover if she had one of these powers. How cool would that be?

So, she started with a quick self-evaluation. Was she more outgoing and strong-willed, or was she soft and relaxed? Duh. She looked at the lamp and narrowed her eyes.

Up.

The command was soft, and accompanied by her finger twitching up. The lamp flickered, but that was it.

UP!

This time she lifted her whole hand with a twitch, and the lamp shook. Wait, why wasn't she speaking out loud? She was alone, it wouldn't matter.

"Up," she hissed with a nod of her head, and gasped when it actually did rise off the table. It fell back with a clang, and she put a hand to her head. She had telekinesis! No way!

Book long forgotten, Trinity leaped off the couch and pointed at a book on the shelf. "Down!" Her voice was jittery with excitement, and the book seemed to recognize that, because it shook as it fell, like it was dancing.

"Left!" she shouted at the couch, and it moved with her hand all the way against the wall.

"Oh my gosh!" she squealed. "I have telekinesis!" And just like that, the hardness of being a hunter vanished and she was just a little girl again.