The Winchester's Witch

7

Kenna's POV (1 month later)
Adjusting was complicated, to say the least.
The activities around the bunker mostly consisted of having dry and awkward conversations before desperately sneaking off to our rooms.
At least that's what it was like when I was around Dean for too long.
With Sam, on the other hand, I spent every day trying to get him to open up.
We would often spend our time telling stories, and reminiscing about the lovely and grim memories we had stored away.
It was like we could never stop talking.
We usually ended up blabbering on for so long that we would fall asleep.
With Dean it was like staring at a brick wall.
He didn't try to make conversation, because he didn't want to.
I started having doubts that I wasn't all that welcomed after all.
Dean walks into the study where I was reading with immediate regret for entering the room.
In his hands he held his lunch that consisted of an inedible looking burger and curly fries.
He nodded and smiled towards me.
I used my free hand to wave with two fingers.
I returned to reading while he sat down in front of me, but then he started eating.
He just shoved the food down his gullet like an animal, and it was disgusting.
I couldn't help myself.
"Okay. What the fuck is that?"
He looked up at me, swallowing loudly.
"You are just like your father. This...This is the 'Elvis'. It's a masterpiece."
I grimaced.
"It's a tragedy to all food culture. Is that a god damn glazed donut?"
He's scowled at me.
"Yes it is. It's friggen delicious."
I scoffed.
"It's going to give you friggen diabetes."
He put his 'Elvis' down and used a hand to point at me.
"You're no fun."
He stated.
I fake gasped.
"I find myself to be incredibly amusing."
He scoffed at me.
"HA! Fun people don't use phrases like 'incredibly amusing', you loser."
He said with more enthusiasm.
I tried to keep myself from laughing.
"Look, just because I have basic health and a fantastic vocabulary doesn't mean I'm not fun, Dean."
His face scrunched up.
"Oh, really? Come on. Let's go have some fun."
He stood up and grabbed his coat off the back of the chair he sat in.
I was about to follow him, but I quickly realized I was wearing a tank top and it's winter.
"Let me go grab something warm to wear."
He nodded and said that he'd wait for me outside.
I decided to stop by Sam's closet to grab one of his hoodies.
I walked into his room and he was napping, a pillow clutched to his chest.
I smiled, and kissed his forehead gently.
My hands roamed through his hair for a bit.
I was tempted to jump into the bed with him, but Dean was waiting for me.
I forced myself grab a black hoodie and leave.
Making my way back to the study I grabbed the keys to the impala and tossed them to Dean.
"Let's go kiddo."
He smiled, putting his hand on my lower back as he guided me up the stairs
Once we were in the car, and safe from the cold, I paused for a moment, really beginning to realize what had just occurred.
"Dean? Did we just bond over a sandwich?"
Dean stuck out his bottom lip with confusion.
He shrugged.
"Yeah...Awesome."
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"I hate you!"
Dean yelled with the biggest smile on his face.
I flicked him off with both fingers, as I made a fart noise with my mouth.
I had just beat him for the fifth time at skeeball.
"Suck on that, Winchester."
I sighed before collapsing into my side of the booth.
"Okay. I hate to say it, but that was pretty fun. We should do stuff like this more often. Next time we'll bring Sam and Cas, it'll be a ball."
I smiled at him.
There was something very important I had to discuss with him.
"That sounds great, but do you think that Sam will want to keep me for very much longer?"
Dean looked at me in disbelief.
"I can't believe what I'm hearing right now. What the hell are you thinking? Of course he wants to keep you, Kenna. Don't tell him I told you this, but that man loves you. Trust me. He is not going to ever let you go."
Suddenly, I felt more comfortable and secure.
I cleared my throat to get rid of the lump that was currently forming.
"What about you, Dean. Do you like me here?"
He looked down at his beer a smile on his face.
"Yeah, Ken, I really do. You're alright, kid."
I almost started crying, knowing that that was one of the hardest things he could say to me.
It was basically admitting that I won.
I won him over.
"Thanks. So, are we uh heading back to the bunker?"
He shook his head.
"No way. Let's go get a couple pints of ice cream and we can wake Sam up and watch some movies. That's real fun, Kenny."
I snorted a laugh and followed him out the door.
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"No! I'm not saying that you're bad at it! Listen, all I'm saying is that you need to work on your wrist flick. It's all in the wrist, Deano, all in the wrist."
I said smugly as Dean and I made our way down the stairs.
We were laughing hysterically until we reached the tables in the study where Sam was sitting with a laptop in front of him.
"Where did you guys go off to?"
I smiled and kissed him on the cheek.
"We went to an arcade and had a blast. Oh, and I kicked Dean's ass in skeeball like five times."
He chuckled and ruffled my hair.
"Atta girl."
I sat down besides him and Dean pulled up a chair in front of us.
"So, what you looking at there, Sammy boy?"
Dean asked before grabbing a news paper that was lying in Sam's mess of documents.
Sam stayed silent once he saw that Dean was reading it for himself.
"Alright. Three college kids found with their hearts eaten out in the middle of the woods. You thinking a big bad wolf?"
Sam shrugged.
"Maybe. That's what it looks like."
I kicked my feet up on the desk to try and relax.
"Hand it over."
I said before grabbing a pen and reaching my hand out to Dean.
He rolled his eyes before handing me the paper.
"Yeah. That's what I would say, lunar cycles right, but I've never seen a puppy have a type."
Sam's face scrunched up.
He looked over at the paper and started typing away on his laptop.
Once he seemed to come to a conclusion he looked up at Dean.
"She's right. All of the three victims were 18 year old males, with brown hair, and blue eyes. All taking the same major with the same teacher, Eva Brennan."
Deans face twisted with confusion.
"So, what? A professor wolfs out all of a sudden and starts eating the undergrads? This don't make a lick of sense."
We all agreed on that.
This made no damn sense.
"What if the professor was getting her freak on with her favorite students? Maybe when she wolfed out she came for them."
They both seemed open to my idea.
"It's worth a shot."
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