A few hours had passed before Dean finally cracked as he sat on his bed "Ok you've been reading that for a long time now. Are you going to tell us what's in there?"

I put the book down and Sam came and sat down next to on his bed "Whatever it is you can tell us, we've probably heard much worse… and crazier stories. Trust me"

I looked at Sam. I did trust him, I wasn't sure why. It wasn't just because I'd been dreaming about him for the past two years. "I'm a witch" I blurted out

"I knew it" Dean declared "well obviously I didn't know you were a witch, but I knew you were evil"

"Dean hates witches, all witches, no questions asked" Sam tried to excuse his brother's outburst.

"I'm not evil Dean" I told him.

"But you just mess around with the powers of darkness for fun?" he said raising his brow at me.

"No, I don't mess with anything. I didn't choose this, I cone from a long line of witches. According to my mums diary it started thousands of years when Michael fell in love with a mortal woman. She was a white witch. They had a child together before Michael was called back to serve heaven. Ever since every first born female has been a witch, by blood not choice" I looked pointedly at Dean. "They usually develop their powers when they reach 18 but it can show up sooner if they're in danger, to protect themselves I guess."

"So when you were in danger earlier you willed yourself away, to somewhere safer" Sam thought out loud "To us because of the dreams you'd had about us hunting demons"

"I guess" I said as I realised something.

"What?" Dean asked seeing the look of my face.

"When we had the house fire and my dad died..." I began

"Let me guess your mum saw him pinned to the ceiling" Dean chimed in.

"Yes, just like what happened with your mum, but there's something else. I think I used my powers when I was a baby, because I was in danger. My mum tried to get me from my crib but I wasn't there. The fire fighters had to drag her out and then they found me on the back lawn"

"I don't think hells bitches gave up that easy" Dean said "If your mum was that powerful. She would have put some powerful mojo around you…"

"So when she died the protection wore off too" Sam finished his brothers sentence.

"Then why did it take them two years to come after me?" I asked

"You moved right?" Sam asked

I nodded.

"That would have thrown them off for a short while but then…" he reached his hand towards me and out pulled out the necklace I wore under my PJ top "this talisman it's like a kind of scrambling device to demons. Did your mother give you this?"

"Yes she made a big deal about always wearing it"

"So why did they her find now?" Dean asked

"Caitlyn just had her 18th birthday" Sam said "her powers kicked in; maybe they're too strong for the talisman to hide her anymore"

"So I'm a walking target now" I tried not to sound scared.

"You're ok as long as you're with us" Dean promised

"I thought you hated witches" I pointed out

"Well I hate demons far more, and you don't mean to be a witch"