I've made certain that, for the time being, neither Sam nor Dean will be able to read this blog post. It is very important that they do not find out. This is another secret you will have to keep for me.

I think I'm going to be killed. Not by a demon, or a rogue angel. Not by a hunter. I think that a former rivaling coven is hunting down members from mine. I think that I'm one of the last three they've yet to find.

I've tried everything to get in touch with my sisters, and none of them had gotten back to me until today. Nessie, as we called her, is terrified. She's seen them. They're watching her. They were watching her as we Skyped. Now I'm terrified because I could see them, too. If they saw me, recognized me, then it's only a matter of time.

I don't want to worry Sam or Dean about this. I don't want them to get involved with an entire coven of vengeful witches. It wouldn't be right. I love them both, and I want to protect them.

But I can't face this coven alone, either. And I can't stay in the bunker while I'm being tracked down, no matter how much safer it is here. I have to leave, and I have to make sure that they won't follow, or try to contact me until this is all over.

If there is one person I would tell about my predicament it's probably Crowley. The King of Hell would have some way to help me without getting the Winchesters involved. The only problem is that he doesn't owe me for anything, and there is no way I want to be indebted to the likes of him. But, ugh, I'll have to be. If I want to survive. And, well, I sort of would like to continue living. As hard as I am to kill, witches can always find a way. I know. I am one.

I've prayed to all the gods I know, without answer. It's hard to do any sort of ritual in the bunker, but I've tried to put protection spells on my self and belongings. I'm readying to leave. I'll write a note and put it in my room for the boys to find. I'm leaving tonight, while they're asleep.I have to. To keep them safe.

I know it's the same thing they always do, and I think they're such idiots for trying to face these things on their own. I know that if it were one of them doing this, I would yell at them for thinking that they knew how to keep everyone safe on their own. They know to consult me. And I should consult them.

I won't, though. It's not safe.

So I am going to make the same mistake that the team has made countless times before. At least I'm fully aware of it. I guess.

I just don't want to get them hurt. I don't want to get them involved in this war. They are so precious to me.

Plus, I know I'm going to have to use black magic to fight. And other methods that the Winchesters and co. disapprove of.

I hope I don't have to be away for long. I'll miss them. I'll miss Sam's cooking, and Dean's singing. I'll miss our study sessions. I know it will be more than a few days to settle the score with this coven. It may be so many months. I can't talk to them at all during the time I'm away, just in case.

They're going to worry. Hell, I'll be worried about them.

I think I'm just going to end up repeating myself. I have to finish packing some ingredients, and write that note. I'm going to call Nessie back. She was running somewhere safer, and we are going to meet up if we're both still safe.

Wish me luck.

Please don't tell Sam or Dean what's going on. If there's an emergency I'll know about it. Thank you for all of your support.

I'll keep the blog updated.