The Winchester's Witch

4

Kenna's POV
I woke up with a muscular arm draped over my back, practically holding me down.
A smile spread on my face from how warm and confortable I was, I almost didn't want to get up.
But we had a lot going on that day, so I shook Sam's arm off and crawled out of bed to get ready.
The water from the shower freezing, but it woke me up to say the least.
Once out, I picked out the days outfits.
T-shirt. Jeans. The works.
I ruffled Castiel's hair on my way into the bathroom.
Taking a look around the room, I realized the boys were still sound asleep.
A grin crept onto my face as I watched their faces be at peace for once.
I sat down next to Cas, leaning into him as we watched the morning news.
"Why do humans insist on being alcoholic, reckless creatures?"
He asked me quietly referring to a car crash that was being exploited on the news.
Apparently there were no survivors.
I looked at the screen sadly.
"I wish I had an answer for you, Castiel. Do you understand why I like to help people?"
I asked looking up at him.
"Not entirely. Most witches are quite the opposite."
He said, tilting his head.
"I can stop things like this. The driver that crashed into the family was drunk. I can make the thought of alcohol seem repulsive with a touch of my palm. I like using magic to help people. It gives me a bad reputation, I know that, but I help. At least I really hope I do."
Cas looked at me, like he had seen something new.
Like he knew what laid behind my stern face and strained hands.
"When this hunt is over I'll take the dampener off. I just need to see if you can handle yourself without using magic."
I nodded gently and turned back to the tv practically melting into the couch.
I became aware that one of the brothers was awake by a loud groan.
"There's coffee on the table."
Cas spoke into the air.
He knew exactly what they wanted and when they were going to want it, adorable.
Sam and Dean sat on either side of us, kicking their feet up simultaneously and sipping on coffee.
"Morning."
I murmured, leaning my head into Sam's upper arm.
They grunted a response back to me.
After a few minuets of tv Dean turned to me.
"Just FYI, You can't wear that to the coroner's office. It's unprofessional."
I gave Dean a confused look.
"What am I supposed to wear then?"
He gave me a slick smile and chuckled.
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"What are we supposed to be again? I look like a fucking librarian."
I asked as I hurriedly slipped on a maroon blazer over a white button up that was neatly tucked into a black pencil skirt.
"Well me, Sam, and Cas are going to be FBI agents and you are playing our witty assistant Ms. May."
Dean said before handing me a fake ID with the name Briana May printed on it.
"Wait like from Queen?"
I asked, still confused.
Sam gave me a happy 'mhm' and smiled.
I put on the fake glasses they gave me and tied my hair at the back of my head with a black scrunchie.
When we got out of the car I had to grab Dean by the sleeve of his navy suit jacket.
I almost tripped over the pair of hideous black pumps they made me wear.
Dean grabbed my shoulders to balance me and turned away, trying to hide his laughter.
Sam was laughing as well.
"Oh go fuck yourself. I don't see you asshats wearing heels for the fist time."
Sam raised his hands in defense and smiled.
Dean linked his arm around me shoulder and squeezed me as we walked up to the building.
We flashed our IDs and were immediately let in to see the body.
It was as disgusting as I'd imagined it to be.
"Poor girl. How old was she?"
I asked as I gazed upon her young face.
"Twelve."
Sam said sorrowfully.
"Jesus."
Dean exclaimed in a disgusted tone.
"She's was a child. Why would a djinn do this?"
Castiel asked himself in just as much repulse as us.
"I thought they didn't go after kids. Not enough meat on their bones, right? So, why her?"
I asked while admiring her pale complexion.
Sam looked like he'd seen a ghost.
"Guys. What if this is a warning? What if this is their way of telling us to get lost?"
A tear almost slid down my face at the thought of anything willing to do this.
All I wanted to do was rip off the metal trap on my wrist and bring her back.
It was unjust.
She deserved that and so much more.
A beautiful girl taken much to soon.
She reminded me of Lydia.
Her raven hair and fair skin identical to hers.
I moved some hair from the child's neck and saw that there was an odd sigil carved there.
"Guys I don't know if this is a good thing or not, but we're not hunting a djinn. Well, at least not directly."
I said looking up at the boys.
The three of them walked behind me and took a look for themselves.
"Do you recognize it?"
Sam asked, placing a hand on my shoulder.
"Why would she know?"
Dean asked in confusion.
We both ignored him.
"This is not like any magic that I've ever seen actually done. It looks like some sort of binding spell, but-"
I paused and took a closer look at the mark.
"Huh. This is sloppy. Whoever is controlling this djinn is inexperienced to say the least. They must have no clue what they're dealing with."
I said, slightly murmuring my words and tracing the sigil with a glove wrapped finger.
I turned around to face them.
Dean looked kinda freaked out.
"How do you know all that?"
He asked looking slightly concerned.
I sighed.
"A lot of reading. I dedicated my life to learning and researching about the things like this."
I said with a tilted smile, a fake look of truth plastered on my face.
Dean shrugged, not totally on board with my excuse.
"What now? Do we look for the witch bitch or hunt the djinn down?"
He contemplated switching his attention to Sam.
"I guess the witch first djinn after."
Sam stated.
I was a bit nervous about the whole situation.
Their hunting a dark witch, it's dangerous.
It made my skin crawl.
I had never met an evil witch before.
Excluding my mother and a quick run-in with that antique wench Rowena.
From what I saw on that girls neck...We're dealing with someone trying to put a muzzle on a dragon.
This could not end well.
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