The Winchester's Witch

Prologue

Sam's POV
It seemed that Crowley was hiding something.
Something big and bad.
That's just the sense that I got from him as he paced the library floor.
"Moose. I don't know how to tell you this, but you may need to take a seat."
I sat down and he proceeded to sit infront of me.
"Well?"
I asked patiently as Crowley tapped one hand on the table making a dull thudding noise that echoed through the, mostly, silent bunker.
Crowley sighed.
"There is no easy way to say this. You have an offspring, Sam, a young girl that just scraped the age 15. Her name is Kenna."
I didn't know how to react.
I stood up and put a hand over my mouth.
Pacing even more nervously than Crowley had been previously.
"You are positive? This isn't a scam."
He nodded sitting up from his more relaxed position.
"If I was scamming you, your daughter would be dead or locked in a cage. Or both."
He said interlocking his fingers and setting his elbows on the tables.
"Well...I need to tell Dean."
Crowley pursed his lips.
"I don't think that's such a great idea, bullwinkle. See your child. She's a witch. A good one, and very skilled. Actually she is a 'healer'. She's cured children with cancer and removed addictions from the homeless. I don't think squirrel will give a rats ass about any of that. Kill first, talk later, right? She's not a killer, but your brother is."
He stood up.
Then he was gone.
Unfortunately. Crowley was right.
Dean hates witches, he thinks that their gross.
I saw that Crowley left a small note written on yellow paper.
It was an address.
I picked it up and studied it a bit.
"What you doing, Sammy?"
I shoved the paper into my front pocket and tuned around to face him.
"Um...hi...nothing. You have a good nap?"
Dean gave me a look.
"You okay?"
I nodded as I grabbed the keys to the impala.
"Yeah, you just startled me. I'm going to go out and grab some...uh...grocerys. I'll be back...soon-ish."
Without letting him answer I rushed up the bunker stairs and out the door.
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Kenna's POV
The music echoed through the club that we had snuck into.
My best friend, Greyson, promised me a celebration for my birthday though it had been over a week ago.
He was twirling me around and singing along to the shit pop song that played from jet black speakers.
Though it was terrible, the music was the only thing that controlled us that night.
In that moment.
We were free as birds.
"We should leave soon. Rosella is probably worried sick."
Grey whispered in my ear.
I rolled my eyes thinking of one of our friends.
She's the oldest of our 'group'.
She's nineteen.
Grey is recently sixteen.
I just turned fifteen.
Rose's little brother, Atticus, is thirteen.
"Rosella needs to take that stick out of her ass."
I said with a small sneer as I grabbed at his waist and pulled our bodies closer together.
We could not help but grind against each other a bit. The music being the only thing we felt.
"You shouldn't speak of her like that. She takes care of us."
He whispered this in my ear as his hands roamed up my arms.
Guiding me to match the beat.
He wasn't lying.
They are the only family I've ever known.
"I know. I'm sorry, Grey."
He nodded and stroked through my hair.
"It's ok. Let's go home, Kenna."
We finally tore ourselves off of each other after the dreadful song ended.
He linked his arm through mine.
We got in his car and drove back to our condo.
It wasn't a large condo, but Grey and Rose work real jobs to pay the bills.
Rose is a nurse and Grey works weekends at a diner.
We are all good witches that have been abandoned and/or suffered the death of a parent.
Rosella and Atticus are natural born, and me and Greyson are taught.
Greyson's twin sister, Lydia, was natural born.
She was the best of us all, but a hunter got the best of her, and killed her.
We can all honestly say we have never hurt anyone that wasn't a scumbag.
That man was a monster.
She begged for her life, and he shot her.
Right in front of Greyson.
So, when Grey left to 'take care of business' we didn't ask for an explanation.
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When we arrived at our condo, Grey went to unlock the door as I grabbed the sandwiches we picked up on our way from the club.
I saw the most beautiful black chevy impala parked in the back of the parking lot.
I brushed it off and turned to walk to the door, but jumped to see that Greyson was standing very close to me.
His hand on my shoulder.
"You need to come inside right now. You won't believe who's here to see you!"
He grabbed my hand and yanked me inside and into our living space.
A long haired and broad shouldered man sat on our couch.
I looked at him awkwardly.
He did the same to me.
"Kenna?" He asked, standing slowly.
"Yes. That would be me."
I said raising my hand in confusion.
"This is hard to explain...but...I'm your father. My name is Sam Winchester. I'm here to take you home. If you'll have me that is."
He told me this with a smile.
I believed him, but I was still unsure.
"One of the most brutal and violent hunters of all time. You do know I'm a witch, correct? But, I'm guessing you knew that. Seeing that your here, but even that confuses me. I thought hunters hated witches. Why bother to come looking for one?"
He pursed his lips.
"Well. In most cases we do hate witches, but I've been told that this is a good bunch, that you save lives. I've also kinda always wanted a daughter."
I nodded in understanding.
"Who told you what we do? We've always stayed hidden."
He took a few step closer to me.
"A demon named Crowley. He gave me your address and explained to me who and what you are."
Grey stood shocked.
"That stupid pest of a demon. I told you we should have killed him when we had the chance."
Rosella gave him a stern look.
"We don't kill unless given reason. You know this."
He nodded, but made sure to roll his eyes as well.
"Look, uh, Sam. I appreciate you trying to help and take me home, but this is my family I just can't leave them-"
Rosella held up her hand signaling me to be silent.
I stopped talking and bowed my head.
"You can go. If I had the chance to have my mother back I would take it."
I nodded my head, abiding her wishes.
I heard Greyson huff.
"That's such bull shit."
He ran upstairs, and I ran after him.
"Grey?"
I whispered as I walked into his room.
"I won't go if you don't want me to. Give me the word and I'll tell him to screw off."
I said sitting next to him on his bed.
"Rose is right. You should go. It's just, I always thought that we would fall in love and have this beautiful life. I don't want you to leave, but who am I to take this from you. If Lydia was here...she would have said the same thing as Rose. That man will be lucky to have such a wonderful daughter. I love you, Kenna."
His eyes flicked to my lips and he kissed me very gently.
He grabbed the sides of my face deepening the kiss.
I wanted more, but there was no time.
He reluctantly pulled away groaning with a small chuckle.
I smiled at him.
"I love you too. I'll miss you."
He nodded and hugged me tightly.
I went into the room that I shared with Atticus and packed my things.
"Kenna. Where are you goin?"
Atticus asked me as I was about to leave the room.
I hadn't even realized he was there.
"My father has come to get me, I'm going with him."
He looked down, saddened.
"It's alright. I'll be back to visit."
I took his hand and led him downstairs where Greyson and Rose where waiting to wish me farewell.
I hugged them both and followed Sam to the Impala that was parked out front.
I ran my hand against the front.
"I was hoping that this was yours."
I said looking up at him with a smile.
"It's not really mine it's-"
"Dean's?"
He nodded his head and proceeded to get in the car.
I shrugged and did the same.
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When we arrived to our destination I was awestruck by the amazing cars that were at the end of a long and dim driveway.
"What is this place?"
I asked while rolling down the window to get a better look at the antique cars.
"This is the garage to our home. It's a bunker filled with lore and really cool things. It belonged to the-"
"Men of letters."
I finished for him.
"Yeah, but how did you know that?"
I pointed to a sigil that was engraved on a wooden door.
"That is their mark. Isn't it?"
He nodded with a chuckle.
"You're smart aren't you?"
"I like to think that I am. I've studied everything. Literally. I have the IQ of a college professor, times ten. I also know heavy lore information. Being that things, like so, are useful for spells and such. Which is kinda what I do for a living, you know?"
I said as we walked to the entry of the garage.
"That's pretty cool....Uh, before we go in, my brother Dean doesn't like witches very much. Like at all. So, if we could keep this to ourselves that would be amazing."
I raised my eyebrow.
"You want me to lie? Seriously? Aren't you to old to be keeping secrets?"
He rolled his eyes and gave me a pleading look.
"Fine. We can keep quiet for now. We will have to tell him eventually."
He nodded slowly.
"Dean will kill anything that he presumes to be evil. So, we will have to get him to fall in love with you, then tell him, that way he has no choice but to except it."
I consider this for a moment.
It seemed reasonable.
Stupid.
But, reasonable.
"You're smart...aren't you?"
I asked teasing him about his earlier remark.
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The bunker smelled of hundred year old dust that had been weakly attacked by some lemon smelling cleaning chemical.
It made my nose cringe.
Sam walked in front of me as we went down a narrow hallway.
At the end of the hallway was a giant library with two giant desks.
I let out a small gasp followed by an 'cooolll'.
"Dean?!"
Sam called out to his brother.
A man not much shorter than Sam appeared from a doorway.
He paused immediately flicking his eyes, so that they rested on me.
"She a little young for you, Sam?"
Dean said with a chuckle as he sat at a desk cracking open a beer.
Sam cringed and he pulled me up to the desk.
"Dude. Dean this is Kenna. Kenna this is Dean."
He reached out to shake my hand which I took with no hesitation a smile across my face.
"That's great. Who is she?"
Dean asked switching his attention back to Sam.
"This is hard to explain. She's my daughter...Well I guess it's not that hard to explain, huh."
Sam said nervously.
He rubbed his hands on his jeans.
My guess to wipe sweat off, but it could also be to distract him from the grueling look on Deans face as the words slipped through his mouth only to hang in the air.
Dean then proceeded to laugh his ass off until his face was practically red.
Me and Sam looked at each other and back at Dean.
When Dean saw the look of confusion and guilt on our faces his laughing ceased.
"Wait. Seriously. I mean how? You barely ever get laid, Sam. Who's to say she's even yours? Even more importantly, WHO said she was yours? This could be a seriously bad thing, Sammy."
Deans voice was stern and scary.
"Well first of all. Crowley said she was mine, but just to make sure we're getting a blood test done in the morning to make sure everything is solid."
Dean used his hand to wipe his eyes from the idiocy that his brother had just said.
"Fine. Tonight she sleeps in the dungeon."
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