The Winchester's Witch

5

Kenna's POV
Dean gave me and Castiel a silent signal to go around to the back door.
We nodded and quietly made our way, guns in hand.
I had a knife attached to my belt and one hidden in my sock.
We got to the door and stood at either side of the frame, trying to stay out of the view from the window on the door itself.
I waited for Dean's whistle before counting to three and having Cas blast down the door.
We ran in on a young man standing at an alter,
mid-spell.
The alter was a thing of nightmares.
Blood, carcasses, teeth, hair...it was a mess.
His eyes filled with panic as he tried to continue his incantation.
Sam and Dean stood at the other side of the room, yelling for him to stop, aiming their guns at him.
Suddenly the ground began to shake, and we all fell to the ground.
Sam looked over at me worriedly.
"You have to knock over the alter!"
I yelled through the loud noises of breaking glass and trembling furniture.
Castiel ran up to the guy and pushed him aside before knocking over the alter.
The shaking stopped and everything was scary silent.
The man screamed as if in agony.
He whispered 'what have you done?' over and over again, he was terrified.
I noticed that he looked oddly familiar.
He got to get a better look at me and gasped.
"Kenna? What-"
Before he could continue a woman broke through the window rolling onto the floor.
It was then, as I saw his true face of fear, that I figured out who he was.
His name was Jason, an old friend of mine.
He was in training with us when he suddenly disappeared, we never knew what happened to him.
The tattooed woman looked furious as she ran up to Jason, placing a blue glowing hand to his head.
Once it had knocked him out Sam was quick to stab it before missing his chance.
The life left the monsters eyes as she dropped to the ground.
The room became quiet again, the only sounds being our heavy breathing.
I couldn't help but direct my eyes towards Jacob who was alive, but out cold.
I realized that he knew who I was and could reveal me and Sam's secret.
Almost without hesitation, I raised my gun, aimed for his head, and pulled the trigger.
I saw Dean flinch at my action.
"That was for that little girl, you bastard."
I muttered, angrily lowering my gun.
We all looked at each other.
Nothing seemed fulfilled.
There was no happiness that the job was done.
No break in tension.
Just remorse.
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The drive back to the bunker was deafening.
Sam was sitting up front, asleep, with his headphones in.
I was wide awake, laying on Castiel's shoulder, thinking of the way Jason looked at me.
He was almost happy to see me.
Rosella used to teach Jason when he was much younger, but she thought there was no future for him in craft, so she sent him on his way.
I guess he didn't take that too well.
After that we lost contact with him completely.
When we arrived at the bunker Sam practically yanked me out of the impala, trying to put some immediate distance between me and Dean.
Before we made it inside Dean pulled me by the flannel and turned me to look at him.
"What the hell is going on around here?"
"N-nothing."
I stutter.
He shakes me and I almost yelp.
"Sam brings you here out of the blue, you mysteriously know a shit ton of lore, that witch knew who you were, and then you took a headshot at the guy without blinking. Do you seriously expect me to believe that this is all a damn coincidence? Who the hell are you, Kenna?"
His hands tightened around my upper arm and I gasped at the slight pinch.
Castiel must have panicked, because he disappeared from the car.
"I'm just me, Dean, let me go."
I said calmly and patiently.
He scoffed as if to tell me to try again and tightened his grip even more.
I grunted in pain.
"Dean! Let her go..."
Sam yelled.
Deans attention shifted for a second but he quickly refocused on me.
"NOW, DEAN!"
Sam yelled even louder.
Dean seemed in utter shock at Sam's tone of voice.
He hesitates, but drops his intense grasp.
I ran to Sam and held his hand, practically hiding behind his broad shoulders.
"Sam...I need the truth. What in fucks name is going on between you two?"
Dean said stepping closer to us.
His eyes were twisted between rage and confusion.
Sam sighed softly as he pulled me out from behind him and wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
"Look. She really is my kid, Dean. I didn't lie, but I may not have told you the entire truth."
Deans eyes narrowed at Sam.
"Well then...What is it?"
He asked giving me a death glare.
Sam turned to me quickly and told me to go inside and lock my bedroom door.
So, that's what I did.
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Sam's POV
"I want you to understand something first. Kenna is good. She is amazing in fact."
I said cautiously, taking a few steps toward Dean.
His stare was intense and it made me nervous.
He nodded signaling to go on.
"She's a witch. A healer to be more specific."
Dean said nothing, he just put his hand over his jaw and paced around thinking of the right response.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
He asks, disheartened.
His voice barely above a whisper.
I looked at him with guilt flooding my chest.
"I thought that if you knew the truth...that you might hurt her. Or worse. She's no threat to us, and I want to make that clear. She is your blood, our blood. She's family, Dean.'
Dean looked up at me.
"Sammy, if Kenna is what she says she is, how am I  supposed to trust her?"
I shrug and sigh.
"I don't know, and I don't really care. I know she's good. I know it, alright? Even Cas thinks she's safe."
Dean bit his lip and ran his hand through his hair.
"Okay. What about her mom? That, uh, Gale chick. What was up with her?"
I frowned thinking of my Gale and the tragedy that happened to her.
"We hooked up when we were young. I later found out that she was killed by hunters. Apparently she was a vicious witch."
Deans eyes widened.
"What makes that thing any different?!"
I gave him a disgusted look.
"She is my daughter Dean."
Dean still seemed unsure, on edge.
"I don't like this."
He huffs.
Then he storms off, undoubtably heading to my daughters room.
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