Joining The Winchesters

Chapter Eight

3 months later...

Wanda had been with Sam and Dean for around 5 months now and she couldn't be any happier. Yes, it was a tough life, all three of them nearly getting killed on each hunt, but she couldn't wish for it to be any other way.

Also, she had found her and Dean growing closer. But it was odd. She'd had boyfriends in the past, but, she'd never felt this way towards them. Close. Safe. Loved.

But Wanda couldn't put her finger on it. Her and Dean weren't together. He'd still flirt with a couple of girls at a bar every once in a while, but by the end, he wouldn't leave with them like he use to.

Whenever they were on a hunt, she'd find herself worrying more about Dean. Hoping that this wouldn't be the hunt to finish him off.

But, Dean felt the same.

Yes, Wanda could handle herself, but that still didn't explain why. Why was he worried for her?

Whenever they'd go out to a bar, or even if he would just go, he'd flirt with some absent minded girl, but the entire time, it felt wrong. As though the girl he was sharing a drink with...was the wrong girl.

He did try and push away the feelings he felt for Wanda since anyone else who he'd had similar feelings for, they always got hurt. But Wanda was different. She was a Witch, for one. But she was different entirally.

About a month ago, both Wanda and Dean had been inside a motel room. It was mostly dark and Sam was out on a date with some girl he'd met a few days prior. But, something happened.

It was a close call but Wanda and Dean kissed. It started out just them talking until suddenly they found themselves backing towards the wall, the kisses becoming deeper. Dean had been backed against the wall at first but quickly flipped the pair until Wanda was now pressing her back against the wall.

Eveything esculated and they'd found their way over towards the bed, but before anything could go any further, Wanda's phone rang out loud.

Her phone never rang.

Quickly sitting up, Wanda found it in her pocket before she saw the caller ID. Only four people had her number.

Sam, Dean, Crowley and...Peter.

She had given it to him just as an emergency when she was getting ready to leave. She knew Peter wouldn't tell a soul.

"Hello?" Wanda asked before a panicked voice came down the other end of the phone.

"Wanda? That you?"

"Peter?"

She could hear the relief in his voice. "Thank god. Where are you?"

"Where are you? Are you running?"

Meanwhile, on the other end of the line, Peter looked behind him whilst he ran at full speed through the woods.

"Maybe? There any chance you have people with very black eyes after you?"

Wanda's face dropped. "Where are you? I'm coming to get you?"

Peter kept running until he finally saw a sign. "Danvers, Massachusetts."

Wanda nodded. "Okay, just, stay in that town. I'll be there soon."

"Okay. Please hurry!"

Hanging up, Wanda jumped up and grabbed her jacket.

"Who was that?"

Fixing her collar quickly, Wanda grabbed her keys. "You know how I told you about the Avengers. Well, there was a Shield agent on board and, well, I gave him my number. He's the only one who has it. But, Agatha - well, her Demons have found him. I'm gonna bring him to the bunker. I'll meet you and Sam back there."

Dean nodded, "Okay. Call if you need back up."

Wanda nodded before pulling her hood up and flying towards Danvers.