The Winchester's Witch

12

Kenna's POV
(3 months later)
It was happening all over again, but backwards.
I talked to Dean but couldn't even look at my dad.
I loathed the feeling I kept hidden, the guilt.
The fear that I screwed everything up by taking off.
I know damn well it dint really my fault.
I know that it shouldn't be a thing that keeps me up at night and the thing that makes me cry every morning.
Yet, Sam avoiding me at every turn made me feel that I was, in fact, very guilty.
"Good...morning?"
Dean asked in confusion as he entered my room, completely unannounced.
I was still crying from my morning break down.
I tried desperately to wipe away my tears and hide my expression, but he saw.
I didn't say anything, and neither did he.
For a long moment it was excruciatingly awkward.
"I'm sorry. I was just-"
He held up his hand to stop me.
"You don't need to explain yourself. At least not to me. I made you some food. Eat up, get ready, we leave in an hour."
My mouth fell open slightly.
He put the food in my lap and walked out the door.
Just like that.
He didn't ask if I was ok or if I needed help.
It was in all ways concerning, but also a relief.
Something made me wonder if he'd been in the same position as I and knew what he wanted then and gave it to me.
Space.
All for the best, I suppose.
I ate and got ready quickly.
Luckily, before Dean began to pound on my door, telling me to move my ass.
I had just enough time to drink coffee with him before it was time to take off.
We talked about the case for a mere second and then about the movie I went to watch with Castiel the night before.
"He has no idea what it was about. The whole ride home he bitched about how it was impossible to die and comeback that many times in the same manner."
We laughed and took sips of our coffee.
I was already getting to the bottom of the mug.
"It's actually not impossible. Your father lived through it...Yeah. Except he was watching me die and then waking up again just for me to die in a different way."
He laughed as if he was looking back on an old memory, but I didn't think it was funny.
That must have been traumatic for Sam.
"Poor kid."
I whispered to myself.
"Who's a poor kid?"
Sam asked as he jogged into the living room with a backpack slung on one shoulder.
"Uh...well uh..."
I stammered.
"Her boyfriend. We're just talking about her boyfriend, Greyson. How long have you guys known each other again?"
I was equally angry and relieved that Dean saved my butt.
Sam let out an 'oh' and sat down next to me.
"Ever since I can remember. No matter how deep in my mind I go...he's there."
Dean nodded and made a soft noise to show that he understood.
"Did he choose to stay and live with Rosella?"
I started to feel as if the bags under my eyes began to sink into my skull.
"I-I didn't even get to say goodbye. For all I know Rose didn't even tell him I was there."
Sam's eyes widened with worry for him.
"Poor kid."
He whispered.
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The music was so loud that it reminded me of an earthquake.
The way it seemed to ricochet off the windows of the impala and flow through my ears.
The sweet yet violent sound of rock and roll echoed in my soul.
I kept thinking of how unusual this case was.
We had no idea what we were hunting, or if we were hunting anything at all.
All we had was a staticky call from an unmarked cell that kinda sounded like Jody on the other end begging for help.
Which in hindsight seemed like good enough, but it still had me on edge.
When you've messed with the conception of time and reality as much as I have, you begin to sense these things.
To sense that's things are off.
Dean told me that I was crazy, and I was starting to believe it.
Maybe it was the after effect of the new wall.
Still...
It gave me chills.
I decided to release myself from my body.
I floated through reality til I located Jody.
Except it wasn't Jody.
It was a shifter and the real Jody was knocked out in the corner with Claire.
Both sitting in a pool of blood.
I shifted back into my body and shot up with an intense gasp for air.
The car swerved.
"Kenna? You ok?"
Sam asked as he practically threw himself into the back with me.
I nodded, trying to escape the never ending migraine that had started.
"Yes...it's...it wasn't Jody. It was a shifter. The unknown caller wasn't really-"
Sam shushed me and laid me against his chest so that blood seeped back into my nose.
They both knew what I had done.
I heard Dean sigh.
"Did you see where she was?"
I shook my head.
"I wish I could have stayed longer, but you know, brain melting."
I said with a chuckle.
"They're in serious trouble, boys."
Dean looked back at me.
"They?"
He asked.
I took hold of his arm in an attempt of comfort.
"Claire is with her. There was a lot of blood, Dean."
I saw his eyes shut.
Processing that not only was his mother, but his daughter might be dead.
"Just...is she...are they even alive."
I saw a tear trickle down his cheek from a sealed eye.
I let my head drop down onto his shoulder.
"I didn't get a good enough look, so I don't know for sure. From what I saw-"
Deans shrugged me off his shoulder in disgust.
"What the hell are you even good for, kid? You can't even where they are or wether their even alive or not. Why are you here?!"
I winced at his words and my heart shattered.
My eyes clouded with tears that I held back.
"Dean...what the fuck is your problem?"
Sam yelled.
His voice echoed in my head as if I was thrown into another realm.
I heard him correctly, right?
He doesn't need me.
I shouldn't be here.
"I just wanted to help."
I whispered with tears streaming down my face.
They both stopped yelling and looked at me.
"I never fit. Why did I ever think I'd fit here?"
I muttered before pushing open the car door and hauling ass though snow until I fell into the middle of the street.
I sat there, crying, trying to get my nose to stop pouring blood.
I rubbed my arms across my face spreading my blood all over them.
Time seemed to slow down.
I looked up to big yellow eyes.
Hot like fire.
Painful as damned.
The last thing I saw were headlights.
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