The Winchester's Witch

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Kenna's POV
The booth was shoved in the corner of a diner called "Penelope Pies".
It was a pleasant atmosphere...If you didn't count the torn up seats and slightly sticky table.
None of this really bothered me.
I was used to these sorts of places.
For a while, before Rosella could work as a legal nurse, we were pretty much broke.
Surviving on leftovers that we had bought weeks before from a shit diner that we worked at.
It was almost a way of reliving my past.
"This brings me way back. Do you guys always eat like this?"
I asked once the sweet lady that asked for our orders had left.
"What do you mean 'like this'? Were you living fancy, or something?"
Dean asks propping his elbows on the table.
Sam sat next to me his arm resting on the back of our booth seat.
"God no, we definitely weren't rich, especially not at first. We eventually made a good living. My friend Rosella is the main income, shes a nurse at an emergency clinic. My best friend Greyson and I work weekends at a diner. We had a discount there, so it is an eatery that we frequent."
I explained, trying my best not to insert the fact that we had to use magic to even get these jobs.
"So, you lived alone with them? How old are they?"
Dean continued trying to pry at my life.
Sam saw me beginning to get nervous, but kept his mouth shut.
"Rosella is the oldest, nineteen. Greyson is sixteen, he used to have a twin sister, Lydia, but she passed. Rosella's younger brother, Atticus, is 13. He's the youngest."
I said this as confidently as I could.
Trying desperately not to seem suspicious.
I wasn't lying, but I was hiding something which made me a bit nervous.
"That's kind weird, but hey, I guess we all have fucked up pasts."
The waitress came back to the table with our drinks.
Me, Sam, and Dean ordered coffees.
While Castiel was sipping on a pink lemonade from a twisty straw.
"You are so peculiar."
I said quietly.
Castiel seemed to become a bit flustered and smiled.
"Kenna. Do you know your mother?"
He asked me, not trying to be rude, but making me tense with past emotion.
My smile dropped and everything seemed to become silent.
I hadn't thought about my mom.
I don't have much recollection of her.
"She's dead, as far as I know. That's what Rosella told me, or who knows, maybe she ran off. Either way I don't really remember. I don't even know her name."
That was a lie.
I knew her name, but I didn't like to think about it or her, ever.
"Bishop...I know that last name."
Sam was likely thinking back to when I introduced myself to Castiel.
"Gale Bishop. That's your mom?"
I nodded softly, looking down at my hands.
"She died when I was around five or six. Rosella said it was from a heart attack."
They gave me faces of sympathy instead of pity, which I was grateful for.
She didn't really die of a heart attack.
She was hunted and killed for doing horrible things to innocent people.
"Isn't that the girl you were friends with like years ago? I never knew you did it with her, Sammy."
Dean said chuckling.
Sam gave him a hard look and he changed his facial expression immediately.
"Someday you should tell me about her, Sam. What she was really like. I only know about the bad things that she did. I want to know that there was some good in her, at least at some."
Sam smiled and nodded.
We ate our food while chitchatting intermittently.
Once we finished, Sam pulled out his laptop and started reading some articles.
The three of them began to discuss a hunt.
Something about jelly or something.
I rested myself on Sam.
Leaning into his shoulder with my own.
I began to pay attention to what they spoke about.
"Are you thinking a djinn? Like the couple we hunted with Charlie?"
Dean asked as he took a sip of coffee.
"Yeah. Maybe. This is a long string of murders. There seems to be no connection between the vics, but this is sloppy work for it to be just one djinn. We don't know what we might be walking into here, dude."
Sam replied, pushing his hair behind his ears.
"Well. Whatever it is. I think that we'll be fine, since now that there's another person on our team."
Cas said, taking a long sip of his pink lemonade.
We all nodded our head in agreement.
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When we got back to the bunker Sam piled me with books of lore.
Most of the books I had already read and practically memorized.
"Sam. This won't be necessary. I am pretty informed in lore. We already know how to kill djinn. Even this hybrid of djinn is simple. A silver blade dipped in lambs blood, and some silene just in case one of us gets taken out. No need for extra homework. Besides spells come in handy for these sorts of things."
Sam shushed me and sat down very close to me.
"No way. You can't use magic on this hunt at all. What if Dean sees? That could be a disaster, Kenna."
I rolled my eyes at his apprehensiveness.
"I've been in practice since I was born. I know how to be slick. How do you think I even managed throughout life? I'll try to keep it to as little as possible, but if someone is in danger-"
"You won't be able to help it."
He said, finishing my sentence.
I put a supportive hand on his shoulder.
"It's my job, Sam."
He nodded and smiled understandingly.
After a moment, I leaned in closely, something had been on my mind.
"I wanted to ask you about something else...Does Castiel know that I'm a witch?"
I whispered 'witch'  just incase anyone was around to hear me.
"In all honesty? I don't know, and we have no way to ask him."
I nodded, understanding what he was on to.
"Because if he doesn't know than we've risked ratting ourselves out. But, if we don't find out he might tell Dean. Now that? That would be a disaster."
Sam agreed and we stayed answerless.
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Silene: another term for the 'African dream root'