This is a request by an anon on my tumblr. (Main account Foreversfangirl Supernatural account Supernaturally-stuff)
Also, the long awaited shout out to the lovely Miss Iris_Martin who I had intended on dedicating and giving a shout to last chapter. But all has been resolved! I have not yet indulged in reading her work, but I am planning to. However I have seen that she doesn't have as many reads yet. Let's change that! Okay, get on with the this story, then go read Iris_Martin 's Supernatural stuff.
~Abby
It took Dean a long time to accept the fact that you were a witch. It's not like you could really help it. You were born into it of course. But eventually he came to terms with it, and actually started to fall for you. And for a time, you and he were together.
But not every couple works out, and that's okay. You broke it off officially after about 5 months, and although it wasn't working Dean was still butt hurt about it. Especially sense you kept traveling with them. Still practicing, but using it to help the boys in fights. However, over the past few weeks your magic has been going amiss. Not doing what you intend for it to do. And that's when it happened.
"(Y/n), are you sure you can handle this?" Sam asked, as you stepped out of the car.
"Yeah, don't worry Sammy. I've got this," you assured him, but you were lying... You honestly didn't know if you were gonna be able to control what was happening with your magic. But you had to try.
The hunt was to rid a local house of a typical poltergeist. Or so you thought. Upon further investigation, you found that not only is there a poltergeist and a vengeful spirit.
"That's just fan-freaking-tastic," Dean muttered. "Alright, you put the poltergeist down. Me and (y/n) will start working on the spirit,"
"Kay," you said, walking out of the room.
"I dunno bout this Dean," Sam said "Watch her close," Dean nodded in agreement.
But sure enough, when Dean was trying to burn the body, you were having to face the spirits apparition form. You tried to use your magic, but something else began to take control. You felt a higher power than your own take over.
"(Y/n)!" You heard distantly. "(Y/n)!" But you couldn't stop. You couldn't control your power, not your limbs.
A warm sensation melted into your consciousness around your wrist and pulling feeling.
Dean watched as your body was suspended in midair in a glowing pool of light. He called out your name, but you didn't respond. You kept up your concentration, and shot a beam on blue white light down at the grave as the bones melted.
Dean pulled you down by your wrist, and held you in his lap.
"(Y/n)!" He shouted. "(Y/n)! Come on!"
The light began to dim, and you blinked your eyes seeing Dean.
"Dean? Wha-what the hell?"
"(Y/n) that was out of control," Dean said. A pressing pain had begun to push on your head, and you sat up and lean over yourself a little.
"I...I know... I can't stop it... I don't understand," you stuttered. "It wasn't like this before,"
Dean pulled you into a hug, "I know. We'll figure it out. We always figure it out,"
