Prologue

When McKenna was about 3 she had started talking. John and Dean and Dean all had been a little worried when she hadn't talked until after her third birthday but once she did they couldn't get her to stop talking. Around the age of five she had started to stutter, the guys all thought that she had just been playing around but after about two months and endless teasing at school they had decided to take her to a specialist. Psychogenic Stuttering was the prognostic and they were told that it was a rare form of stuttering. They also said that she will probably have rapped eye blinks and fluttering of the lips and it was to be expected. The doctor told john that the good news was that she would most likely grow out of it and that the chances of her having the stutter throughout her life would be slim to none. She never did grow out of it. A few years later she had been diagnosed with asthma, she was prone to anxiety attacks and nightmares, not to mention the powers she had developed when she went on her first hunting trip. Whatever could go wrong would go wrong with McKenna. Sam had always thought that he brought around bad luck, well if that were true than McKenna absorbed all of it. She was brave though and always had up her best Winchester shield when it came to her misery.