She had always been told: stay away from hunters and only use magic for the small stuff, love, we don't want them to find you. And for most of her life, Constance followed those rules as religiously as her family pretended to be. So following after the Winchesters in their revenge/finding our father trip was really not the best idea that she had ever had. But there was something about Sam that told Connie he would one day need her help, and unfortunately she always followed where her heart led.
Before all of that mess started though, she was a student at Stanford, majoring in Sociology and Anthropology much to the chagrin of both her parents who had hopes of her becoming a lawyer like them. She had lived in Delaware all of her life and most if not all of Connie's family resided there, but she applied to colleges all around the country just because, but something was calling her to the west coast, so when she got accepted into Stanford, she packed her bags, left her beloved cat in the hands of her mother, and followed her heart.
Her heart led Connie into Sociology 101, where she first laid eyes on Sam Winchester. As soon as she walked into the classroom her eyes were immediately drawn to him. After that, she kept seeing him all around wherever she went, and when she moved out of her dorm into an apartment she was not surprised to see that Sam and his girlfriend, Jessica, were her neighbours. Something kept drawing Connie and Sam together, and she was taught that things happen for a reason. She consulted her cards but found no clear answer, something large was at play drawing them together like this.
Nothing really happened until the first of November where she woke up with her heart pounding at the witching hour. Connie was disoriented because she had gone to a Halloween party with some classmates after doing her Samhain rituals because it was always better to be around people around the solstices than be alone missing her coven. Her heart was beating wildly and it felt that she had the wind howling at her ears, something big was about to happen. She stayed alert until 5 am, but besides a car speeding nothing was keeping her awake, so Connie went back to sleep. Connie spent the rest of the day doing chores and trying to live normally, but there was a pit in her stomach that just wouldn't leave.
That night, a feeling told her to stay vigilant and to get ready, so she did. She packed a bag with clothes, necessities, and her Grimoire. She had started working on her own Grimoire at age 10, at first it was a loose collection of simple spells, tricks really, but as time went on she started adding spells that were on the defensive side, and even a couple more offensive ones that she had never had the chance to practise; after all, it was the big stuff that caught their attention. She was starting to doze off in a settee with a book in her hands when the heady smell of sulfur reached her through the open window, and Connie snapped her eyes wide open. Demonic presence. She sprang to her feet and immediately went to check on the Hex bag that would hide her presence from demons. It was intact, still she grabbed her holy water and rosary, and headed to the window just to see smoke coming from the building where Sam and Jess lived.
Almost in a trance, she made the 911 call, and stood from her window, watching as a burst of black smoke left the house. She stood there, as still as a statue for what felt like hours, while she waited for the emergency services to arrive. When they did and the rest of the neighbourhood started pouring out to see what was happening as humans tend to do, she sprang into action. Rosary in hand, she stood at the back of the group that had congregated to watch and started gathering her intent with her eyes closed. She opened her eyes for a brief second, took in her surroundings and closed her eyes again, since magic like cleansing spells normally made her eyes flash purple. She fidgeted with the rosary as though she were praying, and Connie started the incantation. Most people who looked at her would only see a devout girl praying, but not Dean Winchester, he saw the purple flash in her eyes before she had closed them and knew exactly what she was.
Dean was a man on a mission, after briefly looking over his shoulders at Sam, he made his way towards the blonde girl and grabbed her firmly by the arm. Leaning over quite a bit he started a… conversation.
"Now it's not everyday I see a witch with a rosary, especially not when my little brother's girlfriend was just killed."
"Witch! What do you- ." She put on a good act, acting all innocent with her blue eyes wide open like that, but before she could finish her lie, Dean was once again on her.
"Don't lie to me sweetheart. Now come on, I wanna ask you a few questions." And with that, he led her towards baby and Sammy, keeping a firm grip on her arm.
"Hey! It wasn't me dipshit." By this point Connie had given up her pious girl pretense and was trying to get the hunter to let her go, but pulling her arm from his firm grasp while trying to keep up with his freakishly long steps and not tripping was not easy.
"Yeah I know, but then again what is a witch doing at the scene of the crime? Huh! Helping out your buddies?!" Connie at first had thought that the hunter had been incredibly intimidating, but at that moment thought that he was kind of… dorky.
"I was casting a cleansing spell. To keep demons away, duh! Besides, I would never hurt Jess or," she had been so focused on getting away from the hunter that she had not realised that he had brought them over to a black Impala, and "Sam?"
"Connie?" Sam was aghast, why would Dean bring over the sweet girl he kept seeing across campus?
"You know her?" Dean grilled.
"Yeah, she lives across the street. Dean, what is this?" Sam had no clue what this could be about, from the moment that he had met Connie in one of his classes she had seemed like a very sweet girl although somewhat aloof at times, like she was afraid to get close to people. He really got that.
"She's a witch, Sammy and she was doing some witchy shit just now" Wow, Connie did not like the accusative tone.
"Connie?" It couldn't be, someone as sweet as Connie could have nothing to do with Jess's death, it had to be something else.
"I…" Connie got the feeling that lying wouldn't do any good in this case, so she went with, "Yeah. But like I was telling this jackass it's a cleansing spell, you know, to keep bad stuff away" As she finished her sentence she realised just who she was saying this to, she inwardly grimaced.
"Why should we believe you?" Connie thought that this hunter guy was really annoying, hadn't he ever run into good or neutral witches, it wasn't like all of them had deals with demons.
"I believe her Dean," Connie was relieved, she had always thought highly of Sam, "she's never been anything but nice to me and uh Jess." Oh. So it was Jess then.
"Sam," she put her free arm on one of his, "I'm so sorry."
"It's not your fault," turning to his brother, "Dean we can trust her, let her go." Dean did, and she immediately crossed her arms, rubbing the spot where he had grasped her.
"Alright, but I'm keeping an eye on her." The hunter, clearly Sam's brother Dean said gruffly. Connie stuck out her tongue at him.
"We got work to do" Sam shut the trunk of the car.
"You're leaving." Connie did not need to look into Sam's eyes to see that this was true.
"Yes, I have to find the thing that killed Jess." Sam said this with so much conviction that Connie could see it becoming the truth.
"And to do that we have to find our dad."
"I'm coming with you," she said without thinking, but immediately knew that it was the thing to do. She just had to convince them of it too. Connie had no idea how she was going to explain dropping out of college to follow two hunters to her family, but after this she felt that there was no going back.