AN/: Don't own anything. Just playing with them.

Please let me know what you think!

This story is really old, I made it up ages ago. I think it may be good to know that it plays in early 1999. Imagine it like the Season 1 or 2 monster of the week settings.


Later that night, Dean had gone out for some tacos and a couple of drinks, leaving it to Sam to guard the witch, as he had put it. After all he was still not happy trusting her, so Sam could deal with this while he cooled off his mood a little.

Sam had tried to talk some more with Bonnie earlier, mostly apologizing for Dean's rudeness and to explain what he and his brother were doing and why they had reacted in such a harsh way. Bonnie seemed like a nice enough girl and but she had been to preoccupied to pay much attention to the hunter, so he had let her mostly alone. He felt bad for the way they had treated her after he had lured her into their room, so he had let her change into some scrubs bottoms in the bathroom and decided to retreat to the kitchen area so she could try and get some sleep on his bed. While she rolled over, facing away from the lighted area of the motel room, he fetched the book from which Bonnie had read to him and Dean earlier to have a closer look.

'Molly Rose Sterling', was written in the inside in the cover, so the book apparently had belonged to her mother. That explained the battered appearance of the leather binding. After a cursory glance at the content, Sam was very much fascinated and decided that, while he was on guard duty, he could as well read some. Loosing track of time, Sam immersed himself in the book. A couple of hours later, he was interrupted by a whimper coming from the bed and the sounds of Bonnie thrashing around on the sheets. Glad that Dean wasn't back yet, as he would probably just kick against the bed until the girl woke up, he put the book on the kitchen tale and went over.

After sitting down on the bed next to the girl, Sam gently pushed her hair back and shook her shoulder. "Hey! Bonnie, wake up. It's just a dream!", he said quietly and waited until she came to.

Jerking up, Bonnie looked around, trying to figure out what was going on. When her eyes fell on Sam next to her, she scrambled up into a sitting position with a sigh.

"Sorry, Sam.", Bonnie said and hugged her knees tightly, turning her head towards him, when she felt him rubbing her back slightly.

"Do you have these often?", he asked in a concerned voice.

"Not lately. I guess I owe you some explanation huh?", she replied and placed her cheek on her knees so she could still face him.

"You don't have to. But this looked pretty serious. I used to have nightmares too for a long time and talking helped."

"Point taken.", she sighed again and took a deep breath, "You know I'm a witch. In my second year of training after school, a war broke loose. Some wizards thought they could turn non-magical people into their slaves and tried to uproot our society. Long story short: There was one last standoff between sides last may and they captured by friend Charlie and me. Some huge guy gripped me and forced me to watch as his friends killed my best friend... I still see it happening over and over again. So many people got killed that night.", Bonnie finnished her voice shaky again, and tears in her eyes.

"That's why you started shaking so badly earlier, isn't it? Sorry, I had no idea it would trigger something like that.", Sam replied quietly, having his suspicions from earlier confirmed.

Smiling slightly, Bonnie shook her head, "You had no way to know. I left my home to get away from all the memories. I wanted to help people, so I put my training as a healer to use for the children at the hospital. Look Sam, you explained what you and Dean do, I understand why you don't trust me. I mean how likely is it that some completely innocent person happens to waltz by with exact the info you need. I understand."

"I'm still sorry, Bonnie. You just tried to be nice and I lured you in here. I do trust you now though and I'll try to knock some sense into Dean too. This spell against the Dementor, sounds pretty tough. How can you conjure a projection of happy feelings when one of them is attacking you?", Sam asked, trying to change the subject, and looked at Bonnie for a couple of moments, before deciding to share some of what was on his mind. Having someone who understood was a nice change, so he took the chance. With a sigh he continued in a quiet voice. "When we ran into them I nearly fainted, I saw ... a friend getting killed too. So I know how those flashbacks and nightmares are. You can't fake stuff like that."

Bonnie blinked, slightly shocked at Sam's admission, and gently nudged him to the shoulder, "You're not weak Sam, a memory like that would let anyone faint. And yes, it is hard to summon a patronus when a dementor attacks you. But actually I got a lot of combat training since I was 16."

"Really? Thought you were a nurse!" Sam replied, grateful that Bonnie just tried for some basic comforting instead of prodding any further about his past.

"Yep! After school I actually went to healer training. That's like a doctor but with magic. My best friend, Charlie, started training as an auror. That is sort of what you two do. We always worked really good together so we signed up for tactical training and were partnered. Pretty much like army special forces I guess? Tactical wizarding teams usually consist of an auror who is really good at fighting and one who's speciality is defence, or a healer with additional combat training. That's what I did, so I became Charlie's shield. She was a badass fighter. I'm really good with defensive spells, first aid non-magical and magical and curse breaking."

"Wow I had no idea! How come you work as a nurse in a hospital?", Sam asked, now clearly impressed.

"After the war ended I just wanted to go somewhere without any memories attatched. In the hospital I can make a difference.", Bonnie replied, leaning back against the wall, quite content for the moment to sit there and talk with Sam.

"Can't argue with that. I kinda did the same after Jess died. Hit the road with my brother to hunt those things, saving people. So this patronus. It's kind of an anti-dementor right? So you conjure a creature?"

"Sort of, yes. Mostly it's an animal, and the shape represents the caster so it always looks the same. It's not a living being with feelings, but if it's strong enough it can be touched, even though no one would touch someone else's patronus. They can be cast very far from the wizard and speak with his or her voice, so during the war we used them as a way to communicate without our messages getting intercepted. Plus no one could fake it because every patronus looks different."

"So how does yours look, and why should they not be touched?", Sam asked.

"Well basically because it's very private. I mean if you would touch my patronus the memories it's made from would radiate over to you. That's the basic idea of using it against the dementor: feeding it with memories and shielding yourself with a shield that cannot feel the despair the dementor leaves behind. I'd show you my patronus but your brother took my wand, so I'll have you know that my patronus looks like... a fat little shetland pony." Bonnie replied, quite serious at first, but failing to keep up the dead serious tone when she told Sam about her patronus.

"A fat pony huh?" he asked, looking at her half grinning, half thinking she was trying to mess with him.

"Hey, don't judge me," she replied, now giggling, "Charlie was a badass fighter and her patronus was a sloth! And a pretty damned fast one. First time I saw it, I nearly keeled over, I was laughing so hard."

"Seriously?", Sam replied, now chuckling at the image of a sloth kicking down some huge cloaked monster.

"Yup! First time casting a patronus? You just hope it's either nothing too embarassing or that it's blurry enough so no one else can recognize the shape!"

At that point both Sam and Bonnie were laughing. Just as they were both calming down a bit, the door opened and Dean entered the room, taking in the scene before him with slightly narrowed eyes.

"Bedtime for witches!", he said with a pointed look at Sam, who just rolled his eyes and turned to Bonnie.

"I'll talk with him, try to get some sleep.", and with that he got up and walked towards the kitchen area where Dean was already waiting at the table.


Just a side note: I would imagine Bonnie being the equivalent of an army-doctor. She's a healer. But will work alright in combat.

So her healer training would focus especially on first aid, healing any sort of injury and curse-breaking. While training for tactical team would focus on shields, illusions and the like. But also semi-defensive stuff like patronuses. Attack skills being kinda back seat, she knows some spells but like basic stunning and such stuff as they are semi-defensive, but she's in no way shape or form trained to attack on a large scale, same as her training would probably not cover obscure illnesses or things generally associated with the research of maladies or new potions.