Teenage Dean sat on the landing of the Bennett steps. He watched with intrigue as Sheila Bennett did a number of spells for his father. Of course John would not approve to Dean spying on them, but Dean wanted to know all he could of the family business. The floor board creaked behind him. He turned around, startled to find little 8 year old Bonnie Bennett standing behind him, holding onto her little league baseball bat with white knuckles.
"What's going on there sport?" He motioned for her to come and sit with him.
"I heard noises. What's happening?" She sat herself right next to Dean on the top of the stairs.
"Don't worry Bonster. They're just working, that's all. They'll be done soon."
Bonnie grabbed hold of his jacket for dear life. She looked up at him and told him her concerns. "I hear what people say... about my grams. My daddy even says some things. Not nice things." She looked disappointed.
Dean felt sorry for her. "Don't you worry about people Bonster. They're just being jerks." He half smiled at her, "What you doing with the bat?"
Bonnie shrugged, a little embarrassed. "Was going to beat anybody that was trying to hurt my grams."
Dean chuckled. "You're really brave little Bennett. Your grams is probably really proud of you. Now you better get in your bed or she's going to whip my ass for letting you sit here and watch them. "
Bonnie smiled and scrunched up her nose. "You sure they're okay?"
"My dad won't let anything happen to your grams Bon, I swear."
Bonnie seemed satisfied with his answer and left his company, heading for her bed. She was at her bedroom door when she swiftly turned back and handed Dean her bat. "Just incase."
Dean nodded, smiling at her.
That was the memory playing through Bonnie's mind when she dialed John Winchester's number. He won't let anything happen to my grams. She had rummaged through her grandmother's things all afternoon to find it. It rung but went to voicemail.
"Hi, um, John Winchester? I don't know if you'll remember me. Its Bonnie Bennett, Sheila's granddaughter. Anyways, we're having a few issues here and I'm scared that we can't handle it. Could you call me when you get this message. Um, thanks."
"Bonnie Bennett. Who was that?" Sheila looked irritated.
Bonnie gave her grams a sheepish look. "John Winchester. We need help grams."
"We do not! You don't know what you're asking for child."
"I know that there are vampires and we're witches and things are crazy! That's what he does right? He sorts out the crazy!"
"There is a time and place Bonnie. This is not it." She took the phone from Bonnie's hand and pressed redial.
"John, this is Sheila. Don't take heed of my granddaughter. She's new to this, she doesn't understand things. I can handle what we have. Keep safe. Feed those boys of yours." She ended the call, placing the phone on the table.
"What if things go wrong grams?" Bonnie was visibly worried.
"You need to believe in your power Bonnie."
"I can't..."
"You will. Trust yourself, like I trust you."
Bonnie's worries didn't go away.