Witches. Hunters. Love (Dean Winchester Story)

Introduction

 Greetings friends. My name is Blade Grimm. If you're wondering, then yes. I am the sister of Hansel and Gretel Grimm.

You may know my brother and sister as the witch hunters, but I will tell you this only once; I am not like them. I not only hunt witches. I hunt other beings of the supernatural. I'm not only a human. But something else that is still a mystery to me.

You're probably wondering, "How the hell do you not know? It is your mind and body." Well excuse me but maybe I'll be able to explain this in the story.

Now, back to where we were. Of course, I always go with my brother and sister to hunt witches. Why? Well, you see, I love to hunt. What? If I'm okay? Yeah. I ask myself that every day of my life. But hunting is fun for me till a witch or any supernatural creature is beating my ass up. 

The only reason it is fun is because I know I'm saving and protecting many lives in this world. It feels amazing to know that because of me, there are people out there who's heart is still beating. There are people out there who are living their life because of me.

Anyways, you all know the story of my brother and sister. "Hansel and Gretel are a young brother and sister kidnapped by a cannibalistic witch living deep in the forest in a house constructed of cake and confectionery and candy and many more delicious treats that are imaginable. The two children escape with their lives by outwitting her." I got this from Wikipedia. Do not ask why. I don't know what other stories there are out there of my brother and sister. So, for now, I'm just going to use Wikipedia.

The thing is, you've all been told the wrong story. Let me inform you the real details of their famous story.

On June 19th of 1993, a family was going to be broken up due to furious villagers who wanted nothing more than to burn and kill them all. They believed the mother was a witch and they wanted to end her life.

My father, a hard-working villager, walked into our house, quietly. He knew what was about to happen. He had been followed home.

"Take them into the forest. Now. We don't have much time," said Mother as she looked out the window. A mob of furious villagers approached the house that was once filled with peace and love. Now it was only filled with fear and sadness, for two loving parents had to say goodbye to their three young children. 

 "I'll go wake them up right now," said Father as he walked into the room of my brother and sister.

"Daddy? What's going on?" asked a scared ten-year-old Gretel as she hugged her teddy bear, tightly.

"Nothing is wrong, sweetie. I just need you and your brother to get up," he lied as he woke Hansel up.

"Dad? What time is it?" Asked an eleven-year-old Hansel. Soft hands rubbing at his tired green eyes.

"That is not important right now, son," answered Father as he helped Gretel up.

"Where are we going, Daddy?" she asked.

"We're just going for a little walk. Hansel, do you mind grabbing your little sister? Try not to wake her up, please," he chuckled a sad chuckle, for in his mind he knew he was going to do something that was going to break his heart. But he also knew that it was the only way to keep his children safe from the raging villagers.

Time passed and my siblings found themselves walking in the woods with my father. Hansel held the small hand of a 6-year-old child. The child was me. As for Gretel, she held our father's hand.

"Now this is where I'm leaving you, kids," said my Father.

  "Wait! Daddy! Where are you going?! I wanna go with you!" said Gretel as she tried to keep hold of our Father's hand.

"I want to go with you, too," said Hansel as he got close to our father.

"Daddy! I wanna go home! Please don't leave! We promise we won't be bad. We will be good kids for you and mommy. Please don't leave us here. It's scary!" cried six-year-old me as I wanted nothing more than to go home where it was safe.

"I don't want you guys coming with me! Stay here!" yelled our father making Hansel and Gretel flinch and step back. I could only look at him and cry more as I held Hansel's hand tightly.

My father then left us there in the middle of the woods with no explanation. Left us without saying a goodbye. Left us alone in the dark. Left us in the cold.

When Hansel and Gretel started looking for shelter, I found a house made out of candy. Delicious, colorful candy.

I went and told them about it. With all of us being hungry, we started eating it until the door to the little house opened by itself. We were alone and frightened so we went inside the house hoping for it to be a great place where we can stay.

Turns out it was nothing else but a trap.  

"Well, hello there, children. You three little angels like my little house?" said a low, feminine, raspy voice.

 "H-hello Miss. My sister's and I are lost. Our father left us here and we found your house. Can you help us?" asked Hansel as he held onto Gretel's hand and mine.

"Of course. You kids can stay here," said the voice again.

 Turns out the voice belonged to a witch. An ugly old witch that tried to eat us. Like, who does that? Other than ugly old witches?

Our mother and father were burned and killed due to Mother being accused of being a witch and Father of being her evil helper. It sounds pretty stupid if you ask me. Mother and father were never like that. I don't remember them well, but one thing I do know is that they were not evil people. They were kind people who helped those in need.

That's all I remember of our story. The hard part is that I didn't get to say goodbye to Mother and Father's last words were that he didn't want us coming back with him. I can't even remember their names.

Hansel and Gretel never want to tell me these things. I'll make them tell me. It's my story, too. They like it or not, I will find out what else took place that night and the names of our parents. I will find up to the very last detail about that night.

     Growing up for me was training to kill witches. Though on my free time I would go research and train to hunt other beings of the supernatural. Sure, it wasn't a great childhood, but it was fun. It makes me feel like I was a superhero at such a young age. 

 During all my hunts and adventures, I've met many hunters. I've also met angels and demons. Pretty cool shit huh? Well. No! Okay. Maybe sometimes. That's not the point. Let's get back to the story.

I have also made friends with an ogre, but that part of the story is for another time. And no. It is not Shrek! Don't even start.

Right now, I just want to tell you how my life changed on a certain witch hunt.

Why that story? Oh. Well, because in that story, on that certain witch hunt, I met two hunters known as the Winchester brothers.

On that certain witch hunt, a green-eyed hunter made his way into my heart, and his name is Dean Winchester.

Oh, God. That was cheesy. Can I try that again?