Jenn|Supernatural AU|Book one.

The Begining Of The End

Crowley's POV
It has been about a month since my last training session with the pigeon, and everything is falling in place.
I've seen the pigeon go back to the training room almost every day and I must say, I'm impressed. As far as she's concerned all she does down there remains secret, but I've been spying on her progress, making sure nothing goes out of hand, and as I assumed, little Jenn has discovered her abilities and has been pushing herself harder than I ever saw her mother do.
The time is almost here, the plan must go into motion soon, and by the time the Winchesters know it, it will be too late and the Demons will rule the Earth.

Jenn's POV
My mind is growing stronger, more powerful every day and it scares me as much as it excites me.
It has been a month since I stopped training with Mr. Crowley and I've never felt stronger, my power grows every day and I can feel it in every inch of my body, I can feel myself get stronger, faster, better.
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I'm sitting on my bed while I play with some feathers I've been collecting, and when I say playing I mean levitating the feathers as they spin all around me, it takes a lot of concentration and effort, but it's fun and it always makes me smile, besides it never stops surprising me.

I would love to show my abilities to my father, but I can't, not yet anyways.
I'm about to try a new trick when I hear my fathers voice calling me.
-Hey kid- he practically yells- Come over here for a moment.
I stand up and go downstairs. I like my father and all, but he has the worst timing you'll ever find.
-What is it?- I ask as soon as I see him.
-Sit down kid- says Uncle Dean.
I nod slowly as I sit on the stairs behind me.
-We've been here for a while now- My father puts his hands inside his pockets. This ain't good.- And in a hunters life, that's dangerous, we need to keep moving if we want to be safe and...
-Are you telling me we're leaving?-I ask frustrated and my father nods- So when I finally start getting used to everything you want to change things AGAIN.
-Kid, calm down-Warns Uncle Dean.
-Don't tell me to calm down! This ain't fair and you know it.
-I wasn't asking Jenn-My father raises his voice.
-Of course you weren't-I say as my voice cracks-You never do. You expect us to do everything you say. Wise Sammy, he can never be wrong.
-Watch what you say-This time my fathers voice raises much more, but not enough.
-NO. All I ever do is follow you around like a dog! I'm not a pet, I get to make my own decisions, AND I DECIDE TO STAY.
-As hunters we...
-I DONT WANT TO BE A HUNTER-as the last word leaves my mouth I feel my eyes burning like never before, and in just one second a glass cup flys to my fathers head which he is barely able to avoid, leaving a small cut on his forehead.
I star to walk backwards as I put my hands over my mouth.
Silence. There's nothing left in this room but silence of a type that sends chills throughout my back just like waves of fear.
-No...
My Fathers voice fades into nothingness leaving the unspoken words I know everybody understood, Mom.
I move towards the table and grab my coat, I don't know where I'm going, I don't know what I'll do, I don't know anything, except for one thing: I don't belong here...not anymore.
I open the door and run into the woods, it's not only until I'm so far away that I hear my name.

Sam's POV

No...not my daughter, not again.
As Jenn disappears deep into the woods I immediately run upstairs searching for the man that has taken everything from me, again.
-Crowley!-I practically growl as I see him inside some sort of living room drinking a scotch. I grab him by the neck and smack him against the wall.
-Well hello there Moose-He says smiling as a player who just won a championship. -I shall assume that you are now aware of the pigeons...abilities-he makes a pause before emphasising on the word abilities. My fist meets Crowley's Jaw sending him to the ground.
-HOW DARE YOU!-I scream picking him up and beating him again -SCREWING WITH MY FAMILY AGAIN!, WITH MY DAUGHTER, WASN'T AMELIA ENOUGH?-
-OK Sammy, that's enough-My brothers voice sounds right behind me putting a hand on my shoulder and pushing me back a little. -Let's find the kid and worry about everything else later.
-Yeah, let's go- my voice sounds without me knowing. My fingers combing my hair as I stand back-This isn't over- I tell Crowley, pointing in his direction.
Dean calls Cass shortly after and explains the situation to the angel, his face took a grim expression but remained silent; worry was evident with him and it was easy to notice he was thinking deeply about something, and yet, the angel decided not to share it.
My thoughts wondered in different directions, part was remembering everything that happened with Amelia so many years ago while the rest of me was concerned with the here and now; fear taking over his body and soul thinking of what could be happening with Jen at the moment, if she was alright, where she was and if she would ever be the same after today.

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