The Winchester's Witch

16

(1 month later)
I can barely look at my scars anymore.
The healing is rather sluggish.
The scars will stay for quite a while before there is anymore improvement.
The most noticeable one was the one that ran across my cheek.
As a hunter, this wasn't a big deal.
As a teenager, I was dying inside.
I sat in the bunker's library, making green sparks appear from the palm of my hand.
"What is that?"
I heard from across the room.
I used my free hand to wave him forward.
He came and pulled up one of the dining chairs in front of the arm chair I was in.
"I'm about to project my dream from last night. You want to watch?"
He nodded, and smiled.
My dream started off sweet.
He could see the way Dean's face lit up in laughter, and how he himself was smiling from how happy everyone was.
Sam was telling a funny story from college.
I always beg him to tell me those stories, but he usually doesn't like to.
It's more likely to happen in my dreams then when I'm awake.
I sat beside him, in the dream, listening contently.
Then my projection turned a dark navy color, and I shut my palm swiftly and in terror of reliving what I saw last night.
Cas stood up and raised me up by my shoulders.
"Kenna. What the hell was that?"
I looked at him, nervously, knowing that he knew exactly what it was.
It was my mother.
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"I don't know what's happening, Cas. I start off dreaming fine, then everything goes dark and I see her. I didn't know who she was at first, but it's obvious now. She only comes into the dreams of my father, of my new family. It really is her, isn't it?"
I said in panic as I paced circles around the room.
"I'm afraid so. I'm also afraid that this may be some sort of sign that your mother-"
"No. Don't you dare say that. She is dead...M-maybe it's from the new wall. Maybe memories are leaking somehow."
Cas shook his head and led me to a chair where he forced me to sit down.
He hated when I paced.
"Kenna. I hate to break it to you, but the wall isn't going to start leaking things. You don't really have lead memories of your mother. You haven't even seen your mom since you were a small child. A force to be reckoned with, but still very young. That's why I told Rosella to change those memories in the first place. That's why she put up the wall...The wall I put in is much stronger than hers. The point is, those aren't memories Kenna, and your mom may be alive. She may be trying to reach you."
Dread flooded my entire body.
It crawled on my skin and filled my stomach.
Suddenly, I didn't feel good.
I put my hand over my mouth and ran for the bathroom, hurling into the toilet.
Cas was quick behind me and held my hair.
I scrambled away from the toilet in terror of what I saw.
"What? Kenna what is it?"
I stared at Cas is disbelief.
I shakily pointed at the toilet.
He looked into the toilet and tilted his head.
"Slugs."
He stated plainly.
"Yeah. She's definitely trying to reach me..."
My eyes welled up.
I shakily walked to sink and rinsed my mouth.
"I'm scared, Cas. I'm really scared."
My voice cracked, and I flew into his arms in tears.
"It's okay, Kenna. I'm here to protect you. As long as we're all together, there is nothing your mother can do to get to you."
I shook my head and took a step back.
"Not if she's as powerful as she's said to be. Cas, she broke a warding. That's the only way she could have reached me. We need to tell Sam and Dean, now. We may all be in danger."
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"Wait...HOW long have you been seeing this shit?!"
Dean asked filled to the brim with rage.
"A-about a week or so..."
Sam groaned and put his hands on his face.
"You're sure that it was your mom?"
I nodded, and he tugged at his hair.
"It's my mother and that means...that means-"
"That we are all gonna get killed."
Dean interrupts me.
"No...I won't let that happen."
I say as Dean paces across the room.
"You don't know that...you don't know anything. Your mom is as powerful if not more so than Rowena. You can't stop her. You're a damn kid..."
Ouch.
That one hurt.
Sam looked at Dean angrily, but Dean didn't care.
"Actually. Kenna is the offspring of a half demon and a powerful natural born witch. The likelihood is that Kenna could potentially unravel the universe with the flick of her wrist if she tried. She's thrice more powerful than her mother. She's just under trained."
Sam looked at Castiel wide eyed.
"No way. I'm not letting her get that powerful."
He said walking up to Cas and towering over him.
"Sam. You don't understand. She already is that powerful. It will be unleashed. It's better she's doing it with us than in the hands of her mother."
Dean grabbed my arm gently.
I was sweating.
Tense and scared of what he was gonna say or do.
"We've got your back, kiddo. Nothing's gonna happen to you. I promise."
He whispered in my ear.
My body relaxed, and I squeezed his hand.
"I hope you're right."
Sam finished arguing with Castiel and made us all sit down at the table.
"Ok, time to make a plan."
He said, sliding us all notebooks and pens.
"Kenna, you first. I need you to write down the names of every witch bitch that you know, and that includes Rowena MacLeod."
I tilted my head.
"Dad. That list would be ten pages long, and half of them are likely to be dead."
Sam shook his.
"Okay. Castiel-"
Castiel looked at Sam, breaking his strange eye contact with Dean.
"-I want you to go make an arrangement with Rowena. Kenna can go with you to make sure you both come back alive."
I smiled to myself proudly.
He trusts me.
"Fine."
Cas pouts.
"What will you guys be doing?"
Dean stood up and put his hand on Sam's shoulder.
"We will be scouting the walls of the bunker seeing where she may have been able to wiggle her powers through."
An idea popped into my head.
"I can make something to help you boys with that. Do you have glasses by any chance?"
They squinted at me but nodded.
"Yeah...But what does that have to do with anything?"
I sigh realizing how stupid they are.
"I can enchant the glasses so you can see all sorts of things. It would be like looking through my eyes. Hidden sigils, demon faces, body hexes, hellhounds, angel wings, the whole nine yards."
They're eyes widened, and Dean rushed out of the room returning with two pairs of glasses.
I took one of the pairs and put them on.
"Faic draoidheachd troimhe do dh ' sùilean."
I whispered quietly.
My head began to feel this rush of energy.
I could hear the sparks around me as my eyes lit up a brilliant green.
"gluasad."
I said with a snap of my fingers.
The immense powers that I felt, gone now.
I closed and re-opened my eyes, they returned to their original color.
I took off the glasses and put them on the table in front of me, and looked up.
I noticed the faces of distress on Sam and Dean.
Cas just sat there, smiling.
"What?"
I asked, confused by their concern.
"That was intense."
Sam said softly, his voice shaky.
I smiled and squinted at them both.
"You guys really haven't seen me do much magic. I'm very capable. I just never have the need to do it. I'm good enough at hunting to get the job done. No magic needed."
Dean smiled at me.
"That's what makes you a damn Winchester. You go get that witch."
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