The Winchester's Witch

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Kenna's POV
"You don't understand, Kenna. I didn't want to keep this from you. I wanted to tell you, but I knew that any moment that you were reminded of what you were that you could...you would possibly become something I'd have to kill. I had already lost Lydia, and I couldn't loose you too."
Rose rambled with tears streaming down her caramel skin.
I got up from where I was sitting, in anger, I didn't want to hear anymore.
She lied to me.
Tricked me into thinking that I was abandoned by my mom.
When really my mother was murdered and I was practically a damn sadist.
I jogged down the stairs and fisted my hair painfully, trying to comprehend.
"This has become more than that, Rosella. My entire life is a sham. I hurt people. I killed. I was a monster. You couldn't even tell me that I was a natural born?...I can't even look at you right now."
I turned my back to her so that she couldn't see me cry and be in pain.
Nothing would ever be the same.
She lied.
I never had a mother or a father because I was kept in the dark.
Maybe separation was good.
Maybe never seeing her again would help.
I didn't know any better, so I fled.
I left and I didn't know where I was going.
But, I ran for as long as I could.
Before yet again arriving where I was truly meant to be, and where I belonged.
Home, with my boys.
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Sam's POV
I stared at my phone from across the room.
It was basically eating me alive at this point.
The fear of calling my child seems ridiculous, but I truly was terrified.
What if she hated me for not calling sooner?
What if she was happy living with her old family?
What if she didn't want to come back?
I slowly walked up to my phone and put my hand out to touch it.
I almost had my hand on the screen when I heard a knock at the door.
Which doesn't happen.
Ever.
I grabbed my gun and jogged up the stairs.
I opened the door slowly to see a set of pearly white teeth smiling at me.
"Hey dad. I'm home. For good this time."
She said with confidence, her smile never fading.
I stood in shock and didn't know what to say.
I put the gun in my pocket and followed her down the stairs.
She let out a sigh as she kicked up her feet and rubbed her eyes.
I sat in front of her and stared in awe.
"Kenna...Where the hell did you go?"
Her smiled faltered and her eyes seemed to dull out.
"I went back to my old house. I tried to get answers, and I got them, but I wasn't ready to be there again. Not with what I know. I wish you had called me or something. Convinced me not to go at all."
I pursed my lips.
"I was going to, Kenna. But, I was so sure you'd left to go your own way. That, I figured, you wouldn't want to come back here."
She bit down on her thumb and looked up at me.
She moved to sit next to me.
"Why would you ever think that, dad?"
She asked, quietly, placing her hand over mine that was tapping the table nervously.
"Because...Because, that's what I would have done. When I was younger I hated this life, so I left. Shit, I even went to college. Stanford, to be exact. See, before I left, my father told me never to come back, so I didn't."
She stopped me.
"Why would come back to this? You were out of the life, dad."
I rubbed my chin with my hand.
"For a while I thought I was, but I was never really out. My life has been a wreck, but if Dean didn't yank me back when he did...things could have been a whole lot worse. Like, end of the world worse."
She watched me speak, patiently.
Studying my every move.
"What?"
I asked a little embarrassed.
"Nothing, I just...I get it now. I never needed to know anything. What I need is a family that has my back. I just realized that I have everything I need here. I'm sorry I ever doubted that."
She said, taking my hand in hers.
I could see how hard she was trying to keep herself together, and hold everything back.
"Kenna, you did what you needed to do, and I understand. Yes I was angry and confused, but no matter what you do, or what you choose. I will always be here for you. I love you. Thick and thin, right?"
She nodded slowly and tried to calm down.
"Yeah...yeah you're totally right. I love you too."
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Kenna's POV
"I'm glad your back, don't get me wrong. I really am, but I need to know what you did for the past...what like two months? You vanished without a word...I was worried, Kenna. I deserve an explanation."
Dean said as he let me lean into his chest.
We both laid on his bed with the tv on mute.
"A lot happened. A lot of it I don't really understand. Dean, my whole life has been one big scam. I'm not sure of anything anymore. Rosella lied to me, and my boyfriend probably did too-"
Dean shot up from his spot, almost knocking me off the bed.
"I know that this is a touching moment...But, boyfriend?! You never told us about any fucking boyfriend."
I chuckled and nodded.
"Yes. My boyfriend? Greyson, remember?"
Deans eyes squinted as he searched his mind.
"You said that you were best friends."
I shrugged my shoulders and buried my head into my soft pillow.
Ignoring Deans utter shock.
"I lied. I do that sometimes. Don't get your panties in a twist over it."
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