"Nothing like the ones we've seen here though!" she blurted causing Sam to stop, "Though after time our people kinda began to call ourselves that as well. But we aren't like those dark ones!"
"Oh?" the younger Winchester questioned, raising an eyebrow at her, "You could be lying to save your life. For all I know you just made all that up and really are those witches my dad and brother hunts."
She seemed more fearful at this news as she looked at Sam and took a few steps back from him.
"B-But we're not! Least not the actual definition of them!"
That caused Sam to hesitate allowing for Crystal to quickly continue explaining.
"The way we were given our powers is more of a blessing from the gods! If we abuse it, it could be taken away from us! I swear I am telling the truth!"
Sam raised an eyebrow but stayed where he was.
"How do I know that you are?" he asked.
Crystal's eyes saddened as she looked down.
"I…" she began softly, "I was cursed to tell the truth. For the rest of my life."
Curious now, Sam took another step closer.
"How'd you get cursed?" he asked.
Crystal bit her lip as she shifted uncomfortably.
"My mother." She answered finally, "She…cursed me."
"My family came from a very long line of dark casters. People who were given the power to use dark magic. To allow fear into the world."
Sam looked aghast, "Why would your gods give people powers like that?"
"Because human beings would have been extinguished if they didn't have things to fear." Said a new female voice that had a slight Southern accent.
Sam and Crystal turned to see a woman the same age as Crystal entering the home. The younger Winchester couldn't exactly see her in the faint lighting of the electronic candles was her hair, short, barely reaching her shoulders, and her clothes, a tank top, some shorts, and knee-high boots similar to Crystal's.
What made his blood run cold was when the woman turned around, her eyes glowing in the dark in a sickly bright green color that were narrowed at him.
"And one thing you should fear," the woman practically growled as she reached for a sewing pin needle she had strapped to her hip, "is me."
Before the woman could do anything however, Crystal sprung forward, standing in-between the woman and Sam.
"Jess leave him alone." Crystal said sternly, "He's a guest and if he wanted to hurt me, he would have done it already."
The woman, Jess, scowled as she stepped closer to the light. From there Sam could see that she had deep red hair, and was slightly tanner than Crystal, only by a little bit. And due to the lack of clothing covering her arms and legs, Sam was able to see the scarring on her body. From what he knew, they looked a lot like knife marks, some even looked like they were professionally done.
The shrunken hunter was forced back to the real world when Jess spoke, her eyes noticeably dimmer and less hostile when speaking to Crystal.
"Why shouldn't I?" she demanded.
Crystal took a step towards the woman with a frown on her face.
"Because I promised that no harm would come to him as long as he was in this home." She answered with her head held high.
That caused the redhead's eyes to widen slightly before they gradually began to dim even more before they no longer glowed.
"Oh Ami why did you have to do that?" she sighed in a defeated tone, putting away her pin needle.
The two watched as Jess picked up her back, very similar to Sam's, from the front door entrance and walked around Crystal as she headed towards the table.
She didn't do anything to Sam as she plopped onto the wash rag after placing the bag on one of the block chairs.
The air in the 'room' was still tense, making Sam a bit nervous of the new person.
"Sorry about that." Crystal spoke, causing the hunter to flinch, turning to look back at the timid girl.
"Jess is just very protective of me that's all." She tried to explain, glancing at the woman who was laying down on their bed, staring at their ceiling.
Sam shrugged his shoulders and tried to relax, which was hard to do when the woman who wanted to skewer him was only a few inches away.
"My brother's kinda like that." He said before looking completely back at the blue-eyed woman, "So you were explaining on your mother's curse and dark magic?"
At this, Jess snorted, once again gaining the others attention as she sat up.
"Two types of magic." She stated, "Light and Dark. Both were made, or given by the gods as our elders have told us, to help said gods with the functioning of the world. The whole there cannot be light without darkness bullshit they told us ever since we were kids."
Crystal sighed but held her tongue as she let the woman continue, ignoring Sam if he looked or made an attempt to question her.
"Crystal's family was mostly dark magic users until she was born, being the first white witch the Hunter Coven has ever seen."
"Wait your last name is 'Hunter'?" Sam asked incredulously, turning to Crystal.
The girl shrugged her shoulders, "Guess back then they thought it would help them hide or something. Never asked really."
Jess ignored the side conversation as she continued.
"Since Crystal was a white witch, her mother resented her and decided to put a curse on her to make her tell the truth no matter what."
"However," the redhead bitterly added, "it was also a time when my family was there for a visit and so she ended up cursing me too. Granted it was kinda my fault with how many tall tales I told as excuses on why Crystal wasn't at her lessons or why her clothes were soiled. Maybe she just didn't like how her sister married a light caster and that I was one."
When Sam turned to Crystal again the girl hastily explained.
"Our kind has a system on how clean our magic is. The longer the line of dark casters, the more noble you are. Jess and mine were kinda at the top. They kinda arrange marriages to make sure the blood stays clean."
"Least in our world." Jess quipped.
"Wait your world?" Sam asked, "What do you mean?"
"Our world, meaning we're not from this dimension." Jess answered with an amused smirk.
