The Winchester's Witch

10

Kenna's POV (2 months later)
"Hi, Ichabod."
I said, smiling at the old man in front of me.
"Kenny?"
He asked with wide eyes.
I flashed my eyes for a moment, bright green.
"In the flesh."
An excited smile spread across his wrinkled face.
"My little corker, I hoped it was you, when you called I thought I was being played. But, you're really here."
He whispered in his kind British accent as he pulled me into a tight hug.
Ichabod Merlin is the smartest and sweetest person I have ever met.
He owns over a hundred libraries across the United States and in each one he hides an important scroll.
Each scroll contains secrets that are kept out of the lore on all of the nasty things that hide in the dark.
The man deserves a nobel prize.
The library we are currently in contains the scroll of wiccans and witches.
That's why I'm here.
"Tell me, Icky, what do you think is happening to me?"
I asked as we sat down on the leather chairs of the library, two cups of tea set in front of us.
He sighed as he poured some for me in one of the flower printed teacups.
He handed it to me and smiled.
"Child. From what we discussed on the phone earlier, you have been seriously bloody lied to. I have known Rosella her entire life, and I taught her everything she knows. That's how she taught you, the twins, and that little chap Atti. So, if anyone would have known about your little wall kerfuffle...It would be her."
He stopped talking as he saw a tear trickle down my cheek.
"I could call her if you'd like?"
I shook my head and swept away the tear.
"That's quite alright, Icky. I would really just love to see that scroll now."
He nodded and held his hand out to help me stand.
"Follow me."
There must have been a good explanation as to why Rose didn't tell me.
There had to be.
The room that hid the scroll was terrifying.
Being that it was so powerfully warded I couldn't step through the door.
I had to wait for him outside.
When he came back he had the scroll in his hand.
"Go ahead and take a look, but you only have an hour before I close, so be quick."
I took the scroll and hugged him.
"Thank you, Ichabod."
I must have re-read that thing a hundred times.
Nothing.
There was not a thing that could explain what was happening to me.
I groaned loudly and banged my forehead on the table out of frustration.
"I think it's time we get you back home, Kenny."
Ichabod said as he put his hand on my shoulder.
"I wish it was that simple, Icky. Where is my home? Back with my father? With Rosella? My dad probably hates me. Rosella was lying to me. What is right?"
I muttered as I rubbed my eyes from the lack of sleep and annoyance.
He sighed but pulled up a chair next to me.
"First of all, no one could ever hate you. Second of all, I'm sure Rosella had good intentions. Kenny, I can't tell you what is right, that lies in your heart. And, I know that you are gutted, my love, I truly do. But, you can't hide in this library forever."
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(1 month later)
I looked at the old condo wearily.
Walking up the creaky porch stairs stirred up old memories that I had buried long ago.
I decided to see Greyson first.
I climbed in through his window.
He was sound asleep.
I smiled and sat down next to him, dragging my fingers through his short hair.
Slowly, his eyes flickered open revealing beautiful hazel eyes that shone in the light of the moon.
"Kenna."
He hummed as he took me into his arms.
He kissed me softly and pulled away.
I wished that I had time to talk to him.
But, I put on a smile and pecked him on the lips, just once more, then sneaking out of his room.
He'd probably think I was some sort of fever dream.
It was likely best that way.
I made my way down the stairs and to the master bedroom.
Hesitantly, I knocked on the door.
Rosella opened the door and abruptly threw herself onto me and squeezed the lights out of me.
"I've missed you so much."
She whispers into my shoulder.
I push her off in annoyance.
She gave me a confused look.
"We should talk."
I said bluntly.
Grabbing her by her wrist, I dragged her outside and sat her down on the porch stairs.
"Ken-"
I shushed her.
"Do you know what I've learned a is a riveting experience?"
She didn't answer.
She just stared at me, blankly.
"Its learning something about yourself that you didn't know before. For example, about three months ago I learned that I had the great wall of china about to burst in my skull, to let out every evil memory I've ever had. Exciting, right?"
I said with anger plastered on my face.
My words dripped from my mouth with so much sarcasm that it was unsettling.
Even for me.
"Rose, I think you have some explaining to do."
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Sam's POV
When people in my life went missing I usually broke down and panicked trying to find them.
Id go to great lengths, and insane misery, for that said person.
But, not this time.
I put out an APB on her and tried to keep busy.
Much to Dean's discontent, I tried to forget I had a daughter.
That she even existed.
I did this the way Dean would recover from just about anything.
By becoming incoherently numb.
I drank, hunted, slept, and drank some more.
I woke up in cold sweats from nightmares of Kenna.
This night it was a very graphic dream of my child getting scalped.
Yet again, I woke up screaming.
I wiped beads of sweat from my face and tried to lay back down.
I heard a loud clearing of the throat, and sprung back up again.
"Dude. This has been going on for long enough. Don't you think you should try and talk to her. She's still your kid, Sam."
I turned to see Dean siting comfortably in a chair with a glass of whiskey in his hand.
"She walked out on us, Dean. Doesn't it piss you the hell off?"
His eyes narrowed at me.
"Does it piss me off?"
He asked rhetorically with a dry chuckle.
"OF COURSE IM PISSED AT HER, YOU DUMB SON OF A BITCH!"
He yelled at me abruptly.
I flinched at how quickly he raised his voice.
"She lied and deceived us, but family is hard, Sam. There are times when we get so angry at each other that we want to rip each others heads off, but we always make amends. Because, we're family. She's your daughter, Sam. Don't pull what dad used to pull on us on her."
He was so mad that he was close to crying.
Before letting me retort he walked out of my room and slammed the door behind him.
He left me there to stew in my ugly thoughts.
He was right, about all of it.
I was pulling a 'dad' on her.
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