The Winchester's Witch

15

(One week later)
When I regained consciousness I wasn't in a hospital.
I was home.
My body felt sore, probably the result of some janky spell Rosella used to heal.
She wasn't very good at those kinds of spells, I was.
At least none of my bones were broken.
At least I was alive.
I walked to a mirror and studied my face, and I looked mutilated.
My face was still completely bruised.
Practically black on one side, like I was rotting.
My skin must have been torn on one cheek which would explain the stitches that ran along the other side of my face.
I pulled up my shirt and there was an ugly scar that ran diagonally across my torso.
I screamed at the top of my lungs just from the sight.
Dean rushed into my room, ready to kill.
He took one look at me and knew that I had become frightened with my appearance.
I turned my face back to the mirror and began to cry.
"I'm a monster."
I uttered through the my ugly tears and strained vocal chords.
Dean tried forcing himself to come closer to me, but he just couldn't, and I didn't blame him.
I wouldn't come near me either, not even with a gun to my head.
"Come on, Kiddo, everyone has been waiting to talk to you for a week. I could also really use your help right now. Cas is out there...and we haven't talked about what happened since that day so-"
"Can you please just go?"
I asked, interrupting him.
He was about to open his mouth again but thought better of it and turned to leave.
"Wait. Dean?"
He turned back around, waiting for me to say something.
"I don't blame you. You didn't push me in front of that truck. As much as I would love to blame someone right now, not a soul made me run into the road that night. I'm sorry I put you through this."
He walked up to me and hugged me gently.
"I love you, Ken. You shouldn't be the one apologizing, I shouldn't have yelled at you for what you did, and I'll never forgive myself for it. You did good, too. Garth, miraculously, saved them both. They're waiting to see you too."
I smiled and hugged him again, tightly.
"No one is going to want to see what this hot mess looks like."
I said with a sad chuckle.
He kissed my forehead gently and became very serious with me.
"They don't care what you look like, Kenna, they just want to see you alive. They want to physically see you being okay."
He grabbed my hand and led me to some crutches.
"Crutches, really?"
He looked at me smugly.
"Come on, kiddo. You know your legs hurt."
I pursed my lips.
He was right, my legs did hurt.
I used the crutches to inch my way to the library where everyone was sitting at the giant tables.
"Hi guys."
I said softly and everybody immediately silenced and looked at me.
"KENNY!"
Jody and Claire exclaimed happily as they scurried up to me.
I hugged them both and quickly noticed that Claire had a broken arm.
"Holy shit, Claire, your arm."
She smiled softly.
"We've all had a pretty shit week, my friend, I'm just glad you're okay."
Jody was quick to jump in.
"I never doubted you wouldn't be for a second. You're such a strong girl and you're parents should be proud."
I chuckled before looking up at my dad who was staring so intently.
"Don't you mean parent."
She chuckled even smugger than I did.
"No sweetie, I mean parents."
I quickly realized that she was referring to Dean.
"Of course, parents."
I said quietly.
Soon they left and I made my way over to Rosella and Greyson.
"Howdy."
I said plainly.
Greyson jumped out of his seat and hugged me gently.
Rosella just stared at her hands.
"Kenna. I've missed you so much. I didn't know if it was time to get back into contact, but when I heard you got hurt I just had-"
I interrupted him kindly.
"Jeez, I get it you missed me, kid. Who wouldn't miss this beautiful mug."
I said sarcastically.
"Just the fact that I'm seeing you walking and talking...Kenna, you look more beautiful to me than you have ever looked in your life."
I could have cried right then, right there.
I realized that I loved him, and I had for a long time.
He kissed me, and everyone saw it.
That was the first time he'd kissed me in public.
Not to mention just a few feet away from my dad who, very quickly, cleared his throat.
"Quit it."
He said, simply disgusted.
I smiled and proceeded to kiss the top of Rosella's head.
I felt her shake under me, she was crying.
I let her be and walked over to my dad.
He immediately engulfed me in a strong and slightly painful hug.
Muffling apologies into my shoulder.
I said nothing, taking in his scent and the roughness of his clothes.
The specific smell cologne and detergent that I was so close to forgetting.
If all of this was to happen again, would I remember him correctly?
I kissed his cheek and moved onto where Dean and Castiel we're sitting awkwardly across from each other.
"Sup dorks?"
Castiel turned to look at me with his head tilted.
"You speak differently now. You use slang. You didn't do that before. I remember how you spoke because your vocabulary was extensive and well thought. Now you don't seem to think at all when you speak. I suggest you start to think again, Kenna, you sound much more eloquent when you do."
He then turned back to space and left me and Dean in total confusion.
"Alrighty then, cowboy."
After a few moments they went back to ignoring each other, like children.
"Ok, this has been going on for long enough. I made a choice to do what I, and neither of you should be pissed. Can't we all just be happy that I didn't croak? My brain hasn't melted and I survived a one on one with a truck in the same year. I think that calls for all grudges to be dropped.."
They both look at me with a twisted expression.
This wasn't how I usually handled things, but dammit, I was really not in the mood for their little pity party.
"...I'm willing to give it a shot if he is."
Cas said, standing up from where he was sitting.
Dean did the same.
"If he is willing to try, then I am too."
I hugged them tight.
I had the prefect family.
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