The Winchester's Witch

9

Kenna's POV
Castiel strapped my hands and ankles to rickety metal bedposts.
He put a belt on the table next to me as he took a seat in the chair beside my bed.
He laid his hand on my arm mimicking comfort that he's seen on tv.
"This is going to be excruciatingly painful, and you will probably suffer profusely. Are you still sure you want to go through with this?"
I took a deep breath knowing that this was for the best.
"I'm sure."
I said as I exhaled.
"This barrier is not permanent. It could potentially last a lifetime, but let's not take our chances. Be sure not to force yourself to remember things, or it might come crashing down on you leaving you paralyzed."
I nodded and faked a confident look.
"Enough foreplay. Put your hands on me, blue eyes. Work your magic."
I said before turning my head to look at him.
He put the belt in between my teeth before placing his hand on my head.
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Dean's POV
Screams echoed throughout the bunker.
Waking me from my heavy nap that I was taking in the library.
I got up from my seat and ran in the direction of the cries.
It was coming directly from Kenna's room where Sam was already banging and trying to bust it open.
"KENNA! OPEN UP!"
I screamed as I started banging on the door.
The screaming got even more intense for a moment before it stopped suddenly.
Leaving us in complete silence.
Slowly the door opened revealing a pair of worried blue eyes.
Sam was infuriated as he tried to push past Castiel with tears streaming down his face.
"What the hell did you do to her, Cas?!"
He said raising his voice as he saw Kenna lying in her bed all chained up.
A bloody nose and mouth.
Something started to bubble in my chest.
"WHAT DID YOU DO?"
I screamed at him.
Shame covered his face.
"The wall in her mind was breaking and she needed a replacement. I was helping her."
He said quietly trying to calm me down.
Which only angered me further.
I ran into the room and checked her pulse.
It was fading, but it was still there.
"She's alive. Sammy, go get her a drip with amoxicillin and an oxygen mask."
Sam didn't move.
He was completely shut down with fear.
"Sammy now!"
I said loud enough to break his stun.
He looked at me and then at Kenna before running out of the room.
"She will be okay, Dean."
I shook my head at Cas.
"You should have told me."
He rolled his eyes and took a step closer to me.
"No. You would think it was like what I did to Sam. I took the wall down and hurt him. You were a mess, and it was all my fault. I wasn't going to do that to you again, Dean. I wanted to fix things for once."
I was filled with guilt.
I looked at Kenna.
She was still breathing lightly, but more than before.
Which made me smile.
"Cas-"
I started as I turned around.
But, he was gone, and Sam ran in with the equipment.
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Kenna's POV
I shot up from my bed with a blistering head ache.
"Fuck."
I muttered as I felt a pinch in my arm.
I was connected to an IV.
Quickly I realized that I was in a makeshift hospital bed.
The IV was hanging from a hanger that was hanging on a nail on the wall.
I also had a nose catheter on.
The oxygen tank was propped on top of my nightstand.
Other than that the room was empty.
"Cas?"
I called out.
"Sam? Dean?"
I heard footsteps coming down the hallway.
In a slow build, I started feeling a very heavy and infuriated mood in the air.
It was getting worse as the steps got louder.
Then, Sam and Dean enter the room, their faces stained with anger.
I laughed nervously from the tension.
"What's going on? Why are we playing doctor?"
I said sarcastically.
Sam took a few steps closer to me.
"Kenna. What the hell were you thinking?"
I looked down in sadness.
"I was thinking. God wouldn't it suck for this mental dam to come crumbling down on me and for me to become an evil witch like my mom. Why are you guys so pressed? There was an issue, and I handled it. End of story, ok?"
Dean scoffed and ran a hand down his face.
"Kenna...there wasn't really an issue to begin with-"
"What?! Was I supposed to wait for there to be a problem to fix it? I couldn't do that."
I lashed out at him, struggling to speak because of my catheter.
Becoming frustrated, I ripped it out.
Sam looked at my franticness with pity, which in reality made me even more raged.
"Couldn't or wouldn't?"
Sam asked softly.
I looked down not wanting to see disappointment in his eyes.
"Both, I guess."
I felt arms wrap around me and pull me into their chest.
It was Dean, I could feel the specific texture of his flannel against my face.
"I should have told you...I'm sorry."
He rubbed my back, trying easing my pain.
"I know."
I looked up to try and apologize to Sam, but he was gone.
"Great."
I muttered.
Dean sighed and sat down with me on my bed.
"I guess we both have to go fix things with people now. God, what a mess."
I rubbed my temples in frustration.
"Yeah. I know. But, I can't be dealing with him right now. Rosella must have known that I am a natural born, and I need to figure out why she didn't tell me."
Dean put a confronting hand on my shoulder.
"You do what you have to do. But, I'm warning you Ken, don't leave Sam feeling the way he does. Make good with him, please, or I won't hear the end of it."
I snickered, but nodded.
I was lying of course.
I needed the truth, and the truth was back home.
It didn't feel good to leave Sam like this, but this story has just gotten so deep that I'm practically drowning in it.
There are things about myself that I didn't know about, and I have to go find out what they are.
Staying here knowing that something might be wrong with me felt unsafe.
I've become danger to my family's lives, and I can't let anything happen to them.
At all costs.
If that means I have to leave, so be it.
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