CHAPTER 2

I was woke up in an army-like bed with much more comfortable sheets. "Mmmmm.." I moaned contendedly before opening my eyes to see one of the bunker-room brick walls. I smiled, realizing that what happened last night wasn't just a dream, and stretched. The bed creaked softly underneath me and I let out a short laugh. "What's so funny?" Dean had come in with clean laundry. Wait... Dean came in with clean laundry?! "...Thank you for the clean clothes. You didn't have to do that though." I smiled at him and then realized I was in different clothes than last night and my face was clean. "Sam changed you and I didn't want you freaking out about smeared makeup in the morning so I cleaned your face for you." He was whipped... "Oh, well thank you. Both of you. I have so many questions but I don't want to overwhelm you with them all." I got up and saw that my night-dress had a blue ribbon for the tie around the mid-section. I actually thought that he made a nice gesture. "Well, you can ask whatever you want. As long as they're questions I'll know the answers to..." He leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms 'Dean-Winchester' style. I giggled and rolled my eyes.
"What?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. I shook my head, "On the show you actually do the exact same move when you're trying to impress a woman. 'Cept they made you much more of a dick than you really are. I'm honestly glad that you are more sweet and open than they portrayed you as." He rolled his eyes and smiled before shoving off of the doorframe and looking at the trinkets on the shelves. I watched as he touched the little rag-doll that my grandmother had given me before she died when I was seven. "This is a voodoo did you get this?" Huh? Voodoo doll my ass... "My grandmother gave it to me when I was seven. She died a few weeks later..." I thought about that for a minute; my grandma died of a heart attack and I had set a paperweight on my doll to make sure she didn't 'blow away'. "Holy shit I killed my grandmother. Dean, I had a paperweight on this doll's chest and my grandmother had a heart attack the same day." He looked at me as though I was derranged, "This is a voodoo doll of an old family friend. Valencia Littel." My mother's mother. I nodded, "My mother's mother. She was always telling me about how this young man named John came over and shared stories with her. She had always told me them, but I never actually put two-and-two together until now. Your father was a good friend of my grandmother's and Sam and you were her 'other grandkids' that I never got to actually meet." Both his and my eyes went wide and ran to find Sammy. I knew my way around the bunker and went towards the 'designated study area'. Dean had made a detour to the kitchen, so I found Sam first. "Valencia Littel was my grandmother. She died of a heart attack made by a voodoo doll that she had given me when I was seven. I put a paper weight on the doll's chest and my grandma had a heart attack the same day which she died from." Sam rose his eyebrows as Dean came into the room eating a sandwich. "Is she telling the truth?" Sam asked, pointing from Dean to me with his pencil. Dean nodded and Sam jumped up, "So this is Jessica Littel?! Her mother disguised her as Amelia so that whatever Coven was after her couldn't find her that easily. She was off the radar and maps for the longest time until last night when Meg figured it out." Dean and I looked at Sam like he was on crack. He WAS smiling like a freaking idiot at his recent discovery of who I am. "So what the hell does this mean for me? I am human, right?" Dean stopped eating and put his sandwich down. "Technically,
yes. You're a powerful witch that Valencia needed hidden for a specific purpose. That doll was made so that only a witch could do anything to her if the doll was hurt. Basically she wanted to see if Jessica was a real witch before doing anything real with her."
Dean directed it more at Sam than I, but got a reaction out of us both. "How is she supposed to know what to do if her grandmother is dead?! She's just a kid, Dean. I know you had-have-whatever... for her. We need to figure this out with someone who knows witches better than us." Dean made a repulsed face at his comment. I had made the comment: "My grandmother taught me a few simple spells for everyday stuff, but nothing more than that. I thought she was just a special kind of woman who dabbled with things. She told me that any ordinary person could do the tricks, but it took a special sort to be able to pull off what she hoped to teach me." I had stopped just after Sam, which made Dean look at me funny. "Your grandmother taught you 'simple spells'... What does that consist of?" He took a step toward me, picking up his sandwich and taking a huge bite. I shrugged and pointed at the open book on the floor, concentrating so that it would pick itself up. When it did and I put it back onto the shelf, both boys were wide-eyed and a bit frightened. "How-" "How did I do that?" I asked for Dean. He had a smile on his face even though he was afraid. Damn television got his personality a tiny bit off. "I concentrate on the object I want to be put away..." I pointed at a coffee mug that was dripping onto the floor, "and then I imagine where I want it to go..." I closed my eyes and imagined the sink, along with a rag cleaning it up, "And let the energy flow!" I let go and it all got cleaned up really fast. Dean pointed at the dirty napkin sitting on the table, looking as though he was going to pass out. He made the napkin float before he lost concentration with a knock at the door. Sam looked a little scared while Dean got out his knife. He edged towards the door before hearing a, "Bloody hell Dean! Open the damn door!" Holy. Freaking. Crap. CROWLEY?! Dean ran up the steps as I stared at the door, wondering if he was really looking as they portrayed him. When Dean opened the door I saw the television Crowley standing in the doorway. "Hello boys." He nodded at each of them and addressed me, "Witch." He came down the stairs behind Dean and spoke, "I really hope that calling me at such an hour as this has real meaning with it. I honestly cannot help you with," He paused and looked me up and down, "her. My mother would be of more use to you than I, but unfortunatly she is gone on some odd business trip with a colleague of mine." He looked at me and smiled a fake smile. "So... Uh.. I should probably not tell you this, but your mother is the one who gave you that bad dream with a hex bag in your chair. She's trying to make you hand over the thrown. That guy she killed? He tried to keep her from getting the blade when you walked in." Shock and a seemingly unrecognizable emotion crossed his face. "That bad? I thought for a second I was going crazy with wanting to forgive her. She really is still the evil bitch that she always was." He got a far-away look in his eyes before smiling slightly and looking at me. "Well thank you for that valuable bit of info. Your grandmother is safe in hell and is being treated almost as well as I. I can try to help her to the surface but there are no promises. I'll be back in a few hours." He left with a snap of his fingers. "A little less arrogant than the show, but basically the same." Sam and Dean looked at me in an odd sort of way, "You saw the shows, you know what has and probably is going to happen. Right Amy?" I swallowed and slowly nodded, "Uh, yeaaah, why do you ask? What point in time are you two at?" Sam smiled, "Well, Lisa and Ben are gone, Lucifer is in the pit with Adam, Jo and Ellen are dead along with Ash-" I interruped him there, "I had always known that Jo and Dean loved each other but were too afraid to tell the other person. I cried when she was killed in the television show." Dean's face went pale and then a slight blush went over his cheeks. Sam looked at me funny before continuing, "Our parents are both dead, Bobby is alive, which I hear they killed him in the show... Kevin is dead, Meta is in jail in Heaven, Castiel is... well..." Sam did that 'he is who he is' look, "He's Cas... Lillith is dead, and I found an odd reading in the paper about a magician who died at the magic festival." I smiled and laughed a little, "It's the old man. He has tarrot cards and is trying to kill off all the other magicians so that only he is able to preform. It's magic transferrence... He's going to try and kill you two but fails because you had back-up. You two did cut it damn close, though." They both stared at me while blinknig multiple times. I shrugged and flipped my hair behind my back as I turned to go back to my room and get dressed. Second day and already helping the boys with their missions. I heard Dean behind me as I opened the door to my room. "I plan on fixing my room up with the magic I know. Maybe make it into a small hollywood night-club of sorts." I went inside and heard the door close behind me from Dean. "Amelia, I hope you know that Jo and I... I didn't tell her I liked her because I was still in love with you. Even after I left that high school, I wasn't able to move on from you. Believe me, I tried." "With strippers..." I laughed a bit before continuing with my short speech, "I really don't think that is going to get you anywhere in moving on. In all honesty, I never really liked a guy after you left. I loved to party but never had a 'serious relationship' because I didn't want one. It wasn't even because of my father, it was simply that I didn't want one." Dean and I had tears in our eyes at that point. He came over and took my face gently in his hands, looking into my eyes, "I know that you just found out htat I was 'real'... But I love you Amelia." I smiled and blinked, causing a tear to roll down my cheek, "I love you to Dean Winchester." He leaned in and kissed me gently, making sure to hold my face gingerly. We broke away only because a throat cleared in the doorway. Dean rested his head on mine and sighed, eyes closed. "Sorry to... interrupt... your precious moment; but I have a visitor for Amy." Crowley hadn't even been gone for an hour and already was back with my grandmother. "Thank you, Crowley, for ruining the moment." Dean said before pulling away and looking at him.
My grandmother actually looked like herself... minus the tan skin. She was pale as a dead person, well... okay that was a little bias of me. "Hello Amelia. I see you've met my other two grandsons that I adopted. How have you been, dear?" Her question was directed at Dean. He smiled and bowed slightly, "I've been the same as when we met four months ago, Grandma Val." He turned to me and must have seen my shocked to hell expression because he laughed. "Shut up, Winchester... I do know magic." He stopped laughing then and got a look on his face like 'you wouldn't'... I gave him a cocky look and smirk saying 'the hell I wouldn't'. My grandmother laughed at our exchange and shook her head, "I knew you two would get along instantly. Did I not tell you, Crowley?" He rolled his eyes, "Ohh dear. Please do not bring me into this. I want no part in your family reunion."