Chapter 18

Abbie looked at her brothers pensively. She didnt have a CLUE where to start. Sam looked at Dean and gave a slight nod towards the kitchen. Dean nodded back.
"Where you guys going?" asked Abbie.
"Just giving you and your Grandma some peace and privacy to talk is all sweety" Sam replied.
"Oh. Ok"
"Just through here ok Sis?" said Dean.
Abbie gave a small sigh and nodded. She knew this had to be done, she needed answers badly, but it wasnt gonna be easy.
Grandma waited patiently, watched the brothers as they walked towards her kitchen. She brought her eyes back to her granddaughter.
"Ok. Phew. Right." Abbie worried the tie on the waist of her khakis.
"Things been happening to you girl. Am I right?"
Thank God Abbie thought. Grandma had said it first.
She looked into her Grandmas face. "Yeah Gran. Scary things. Things I cant seem to control. I always seem to be pissed off too. Maybe its just a bad case of PMS or something" She said this on a small smile.
"It aint PMS honey" said Gran
"Tell me then" ...

"You Abbie Winchester, are a witch. I suspect thats what you thought you were?"
"Yeah. Kinda. Jesus, its hard to hear that come from my own Grandmas mouth"
"I can imagine sweety. Your mother was too, and my sister, Martha. I however am not. It passes down the female line in a family. I missed out, and for that im thankful. Its always freaked the hell outta me"
"Those books in the attic?" asked Abbie.
"Are your Moms. Passed to her from Martha. Now I suppose the time has come for those to be passed to you."
"Is Martha still alive?"
"Hell yeah honey. Alive and kicking ass probably. Lives in Charlotte"
"So what can you tell me?"
"I dont know that much, it passing me by. Your Mom spent most of her time with Martha in Charlotte growing up. Teaching her, making sure she learned what she had to yknow?"
"Didnt you miss her?" Abbie asked.
"Course I did. But She had to learn. Like you have to learn now honey. All I know is that your powers seem to manifest the strongest at age 20. Like coming of age I think. They need to be reigned in."
"Im scared Gran" admitted Abbie.
Grandma walked over to her, sat beside her on the chintz sofa. She placed her arm around Abbie and squeezed gently.

"I know you are. Listen. I cant teach you anything. But Martha can. Shes been expecting you and looking forward to your 20th birthday for years! You can either do what Martha did, and be educated to the top level, which means you learn every spell and charm from the easiest to the really hard to master. Or, she can just teach you to control your power. Maybe learn some easy stuff? It really is all up to you."
Abbie gave a big sigh.
"This is so hard to take in. I just dont know what I want to do! I dont even know Martha! The only thing im sure of is I need to control my anger."
"You dont have to decide straight away honey. Take your time. Marthas been waiting all these years!" Gran laughed.
"Can I ask you something?" asked Abbie.
"Sure you can"
"Will my daughters be the same as me?"
"No one knows. As I said, it skips certain females. You may have 3 daughters, with only 1 being gifted. Or you may have 1 daughter who misses out, yet her daughter will be gifted"
"Suppose the most sensible thing is to explain to your kids soon as they are old enough to understand" said Abbie.
Grandma sighed.
"Yep. Thats where I went wrong. I was essentially your Mom. It was up to me to. But its not easy for me to openly embrace all this. I wasnt a great Gran to you growing up Abbie, and for that I am ashamed and I apologise. It was always on my mind, what you might be. Made it hard for me to be close to you. How wrong of me."
"I understand Gran. Dont beat yourself up over it" Abbie hugged her Gran. Emotion swarmed them both.

"So, whats the deal with those 2 gentlemen in my kitchen?"
Abbie explained everything. How they met. What theyd been up to.
"So. Your father had other kids. Suppose thats not hard to fathom" said Gran.
"Did you know him Gran?"
"Never met him honey. Not once. Your Mom never mentioned him much either."
"Guys? Come and meet Gran properly" Abbie yelled.
In they both walked.
"You ok Sis?" asked Dean.
"Yeah. I will be" she replied. They both sat on either side of her. Sam picked up her hand and squeezed.
"So. You been looking after your sister I hope?" Gran dived straight in.
"Yes maam" said twice.
Gran looked at them both. Looked at both strong, hansome faces.
"Y know, from the one photo I have ever seen of John Winchester, I can see the resemblance. You...Sam ? I can see it, not strong but its there. Eyes maybe."
She looked at Dean.
"But you? You young man are the spitting image of the man in that photo. And Abbie here has combinations of you all. Definately your mouth Dean."
"Oh she has his mouth alright!" Sam laughed, as did Abbie and Dean.
"Got Sammys hair and eyes though" Abbie nudged Sam in the ribs.
"Im gonna put the kettle on. Care for a coffee boys?" asked Gran.
"Sounds great yeah, thanks Grandma" sassed Dean.
Gran stopped, turned round and smiled.
"I get the mouth comment now" she laughed