She's a Gilbert||TVD

The Hunt

"You guys do your hunting the monsters across the country. I have my own thing, I'm a witch." I say.

"But aren't witches bad?" Sam asks.

"Not all of us, I'm a nature witch, meaning my powers come from the earth and I am to maintain balance in the earth. For example vampires are abominations, werewolfs are apart of nature." I say.

"So what exactly can you do?" Dean asks.

"I can preform spells, I can give aneurisms, I can find people by blood." I finish saying and Dean suddenly breaks and he pulls over.

"Dude!" I yell almost dropping my mango.

"You can find people by blood how?" Dean asks. Sam looks curious.

"Let say I'm looking for Jeremy, I can use Elena's blood because they are siblings to find him, all I would need is blood, and a map." I say.

"So you can help us find our dad?" Sam asks.

"Yeah pretty much unless he has a cloaking spell, placed on him. I actually have one on." I say. They look confused, I lift my hand and it's a bracelet with my birthstones.

"So this witch thing? Can you see the future?" He asks.

"I get visions sometimes when I touch someone. My friend gets them more often then I do." I say.

"You did a weird face when we met, and we shook hands. Like a jolt." Dean says. I bite my bottoms lip, contemplating on telling him or not.

"I got a vision from a little kid carrying a baby and then a fire irrupted and you were in a hospital bed." I say looking at him through the review mirror. The car fall into silence, non is us wanting to speak up, after a while of silence I pick up my book. The Midnight Club by James Patterson. I'm in the first few chapters.

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"So what book are reading kid?" Dean asks, I hold the book up higher to let him see the name.

"It's The Midnight Club." Sam says. "It's a good one." He adds.

"It's James Paterson we're talking about." I say.

We're an in outside a Cafe. Sam is on a payphone. Dean and I are seated at a table, I have my book out. Dean's on his laptop

"I'm not so much of kid Dean." I speak up. Dean raises his eyebrow at me.

"Months ago." I say he nods his head understanding.

"You're still a kid in my eyes you're not even 18." He says.

"I know but I can kick your ass without any cheating." I say.

"Mhm." He lets out.

Sam hangs up and walks back to the table. Dean is working at the laptop while I read.

"Your, uh, half-caf, double vanilla latte is gettin' cold over here, Francis." Dean teases Sam, I let out a giggle.

"Bite me." Sam says sitting sits down.

"So, anything?" Dean asks and Sam shakes his head.

"I had 'em check the FBI's Missing Persons Data Bank. No John Doe's fitting Dad's description. I even ran his plates for traffic violations." Sam says.

"Sam, I'm tellin' ya, I don't think Dad wants to be found." Dean says, Sam looks disappointed, I give him a small smile. "Check this out." Dean says showing us an article on the computer about Rich's death. "It's a news item out of Planes Courier. Ankeny, Iowa. It's only about a hundred miles from here." Dean says.