Author: AAAHHHHH! I'm sooo sorry! I've been working on my own story and I haven't had time for my fanfics. But I'm stating back up again. This story may take awhile to finish… but it's gonna be crazy. I hope you enjoy.
Shout outs: I'm sorry it took so long for me to get back. I love you all and I hope you keep reviewing!
Warning: Spelling mistakes and Foreshadowing. Future sextual content...
White Magic
Chapter 7: Fate
"What the hell is going?" asked Dean angrily.
"Fate," was her answer. She walked to the table. "No one can really know the meaning behind Sam's dreams or what the stars told the creatures of the forest. All I know is that you are meant to be here."
"Not a very good explanation," said Sam getting annoyed.
"Yes it is. If you think about it," She gave them a small smile. She walked around the table and over to a window. She looked out over the landscape. A dreamy expression crosses her face. "Your journey is just beginning. I am here to help you in any way I can,"
"Really, then what killed our mom?" asked Dean getting upset.
Jez laughed softly. "Oh, no. Good try though. I cannot help you with that."
"Why not?" Asked Sam.
"Because I cannot. The rules of magic are more complicated than you think," She said cryptically.
Dean was getting frustrated, "How the hell will that help us?"
Jez answered calmly, "I don't know. I won't pretend to have all the answers. I know most of them. But not all." She turned back to face them, "Do you believe in magic?"
"Of course," Said Sam confused.
Jez laughed softly. "No, you know it exists."
"So? It's the same thing," said Dean getting angry.
"Oh no, Winchester, they are very different things. I believe. You know…" She started to walk toward them. "…And until you believe…" She stopped next to Sam and the book, "… You won't be able to stop him,"
"Who?" Sam felt excited. She knew something! She could help them catch Jessica's killer!
"That is another story for another day," She them turned and to walk out of the library. She stopped at the door and turned back to them, "Two of the guest rooms have been fixed up for you, your car is being watched over, and you bags have been taken up to your rooms." She left.
Dean looked at Sam, "Can't one of your dreams be simple?"
What do you think? I'm sorry this is short. I'm trying to make them longer. I'm going to Disney in a few days so it may be a while till I get back to writing. But I'll do my best.
Fun Fact: this story has barely started
