The Winchester men had a reputation, a reputation that was well earned, Willow knew and she just couldn't let someone else take the brunt of it when she was the one who had called all of the Slayers. She had done it, so she was the one responsible for making it so that little baby Mary would be a Slayer, rather than just having it be a possibility she would become the Slayer. She was also the one who had set them up as Watchers. She just really didn't want to get thumped, and all of that is why she took a plane rather than the direct route to California.
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John was walking by the TV room looking for Jordan for something when he spotted Hannah knitting on the couch while watching the twins. Little Johnny was rolling over and trying to scoot around, eager to explore his world. Mary was still in casts; although they would be coming off soon thank all that was good. It hindered her exploration and made her cranky. Just his luck, his granddaughter had his and Sammy's temperament. Thank God, Dean and Johnny had gotten Mary's instead of his.
"Hannah, have you seen Jordan?" he asked as he picked up Mary. He took a good look at the yarn she was knitting with. "What kind of yarn is that? And what the heck is that? I've used circular needles, but I've never seen a peg board used for knitting before."
It wasn't until he saw her eyes blaze with excitement that he realized what he had just said. He had told her that he knew how to knit. Suck it up, marine, he told himself sternly. You told her, now you have to deal with the consequences!
"It's called eyelash yarn, and a knifty knitter, it's really just a way to do French knitting but you'd think it was a brand new invention or something the way its been marketed lately. You know how to knit." She made it a statement rather than a question. "How did you learn?"
"When I was eleven years old I spent the summer in a partial body cast. Don't ask me how I ended up there, I won't tell you. My parents both worked, so my grandmother would watch me. She taught me how to knit as a way to keep me busy and she blackmailed me into making quite a few things that summer by threatening to give me the pink and purple winter set she was knitting. My parents had a rule, if grandma knitted us something, we had to use it. She let me use a blue yarn, but if I tried to weasel out of it, out came the pink and purple."
The grin on Hannah's face was scaring John. "The twins need baby blankets and they should come from family. I mean if your wife had survived she'd be making them, but since she didn't and neither of the guys is married," she trailed off.
John sighed. "You're worse than my grandmother ever was, young lady." The worst part was that he knew she was right. Mary would have made the twins blankets, and a whole lot more stuff too. Just then little Mary smacked him in the head with her cast and she began to cry. Even as he was rocking her, he came to the conclusion that his Mary had prompted her namesake into the action. It wouldn't have been the first time she'd smacked him upside the head when he hadn't done something she'd wanted him too. "Just, no pink and purple, ok?"
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"Deep breaths Willow," she told herself. "No hyperventilating, and no babbling and you can do this." It didn't help much, she was so nervous she was trembling like a leaf. She did not want to tell Dean Winchester that his newly found baby daughter was going to be called as a Slayer the minute she turned fifteen. Quickly pulling her courage together she knocked on the door.
"I got it!" came from inside. The door flew open and Jordan stared at the last person she had expected to see. "Willow!" she cried as she picked the witch off the ground and spun her around. "What are you doing here? It's great to see you! Is everything ok back in Cleveland?" Quickly she hurried Willow into the house and up the stairs to the TV room.
Apparently movie night was just starting at the Palo Alto Slayer house because a Disney movie was playing on the wide screen TV as the twins played on a blanket in front of it and the rest of the household was sitting on the chairs and couches with popcorn, sodas and beer. "Hey guys, Willow's here!"
Willow however, wasn't paying attention to the adults in the room; she was staring at the twins. She hadn't seen them while she was in Vegas; she had been busy with the investigation into what kind of demon killed the twins' mom. While she expected to feel the connection she had with Mary because she was a Potential Slayer, she hadn't thought of what that meant for Johnny. As Mary's twin he had been very close to a lot of magical energy at a very young age due to Mary's being chosen by the PTB's. There was a lot done to prepare a girl to become a Slayer and Johnny had been right next to all of it before they were born.
Johnny was a warlock, or maybe a mage, she couldn't tell how strong he was going to be. At any rate, he would be a magic user of some kind. He was already playing with little motes of magic, although he wasn't doing anything with them, just moving them around. Oh boy and she had thought this was going to be bad before.
Just wanting to get on with it she burst out before anyone could greet her, "Ok, I've got some stuff you need to hear, but I already know you're not going to like it, so I came myself cause it really is my fault and if there was a way to kick the PTB's butts we'd make sure you could cause if they hadn't picked Mary, nothing would have,"
"What do you mean, picked Mary," Dean's voice was loud and deep and completely over road Willow's babble.
"You just did the spell didn't you? The one you use to find the girls who are going to become Slayers." There wasn't a hint of a question in Sam's voice. He already knew what she meant.
Willow could feel the air around them turn dark and menacing. "Yes, and yes Mary is going to be a Slayer. But that isn't all; Johnny's going to be a magic user, a very good one." She closed her eyes and tensed waiting for the outburst to start.
There wasn't one and Willow actually thought that was worse. She peeked at them to find they were simply glaring at her and shaking. She could see how much they wanted to pound on her and she wasn't sure what was holding them back.
"What does that mean for Johnny? I already know about the Slayer bit for Mary, but what about my son?" Dean asked as soon as he though he could control his voice.
"He needs a teacher as soon as possible. I'll pick one out as soon as I get back to Cleveland. He's already playing with magic, but he can't do very much at this age, he's just moving bits of it around. When he's older, well that will depend a lot on you. It doesn't have to mean that he'll go all dark side or anything."
"I don't mean that," Dean waved off Willow's attempt to reassure him that his son wasn't destined to become a black magic user. "I mean does he have to end up a teacher or an ivory tower kinda guy? Am I going to have to tell him he can't Hunt?" Dean knew that most magic users didn't actually participate in any kind of hunting, supernatural or otherwise. It had something to do with not killing things.
"As long as you teach him that he can never use his magic to kill, even if it means saving a person's life, then yes, he can Hunt. It's killing that is the big no no," Willow reassured him. If that was the only thing they objected to, she would be saying thank you prayers for weeks.
"I'm Mary's Watcher," both Sam and Jess spoke up.
"Ok, I'll be Mary's partner's Watcher," Jess didn't want to cause any further problems.
"Sure, we can put that in her file so there won't be any questions about it later." Willow was just relieved that things were going so well. That whole 'gentlemen don't hit ladies' thing was really working in her favor today. That and the fact that she had shone that she was willing to do whatever they wanted as far as the twins were concerned.