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
