Love is Blind
People always fear what they don't understand. You knew that. You were used to being shot at, targeted, awed, and feared due to your ability. But this world was very different. Those who feared you here possessed weapons unlike those of your past. Most were still loud and metal, but something had knocked you out without a moment's pause and you had no idea what.
But when you'd come back around, it was slow, like something was still coaxing you back to sleep. And you felt heavy. Not tired, but weak, like you could barely life your head. Which was true, but you forced it all the same. Your brain felt like it was split in two, but you looked around.
"Good day. Or maybe night, I've no clue," came a strangely accented voice from beside you. You were slow-moving, but you eventually turned to it. A woman sat beside you, also on the cold, stone floor. Her wrists were trapped in metal encasements which were linked to the wall behind you both. You leaned back, upon knowing it was there, slow yet jerkily. You followed the line of your chins up to where they hooked to the wall. "Don't bother. The black rush and willow root take our powers."
You stared at the woman silently, not understanding the relevance of what she just said.
"What did you do to get the Winchesters after you?"
Your head fell against the stone wall you were chained to, and the chill actually muted a bit of your migraine. "Who?" you asked in confusion.
The witch stared at you, determined to force the truth out of you. She already knew it would be pointless. But more than that, she knew why the Winchesters had been hunting you. They had called the ancient witch a week ago for help. They were certain they were hunting a witch, despite the lack of hex bags, vigils, or a witness who claimed to hear chanting or a foreign language. But entire rooms were left weightless and any criminal in the path of the mysterious monster and been knocked out and concussed by a single impact. Witch was all they could figure. But Rowena didn't feel your magic, as she could with witches, especially Naturals. She felt your strength, fighting her spells on you, but no magic to power such strength. Where did it come from? "Hunters," Rowena explained simply, spitting the word like the taste was vile. You ought to know. There was no way you really hadn't heard of the Winchesters. "I suspect they were on your tail before you even realized what was happening." She took the 'poor little witch just doesn't understand' route with an adorable, pitying pout. "Do you make things levitate?" she asked curiously. Perhaps you truly didn't know of your power.
"It's not levitation," you explained very seriously. Not only did you know. "It's 0 gravity, the constant state of space just without the air-sucking vacuum. I travel the universe, dimensions, whatever, to find new places to explore, experience, live, then I move on. Each new planet has a new gravity level I can learn to apply." You slowly pushed up to your feet, clinging to the wall when you almost fell.
The redhead held her hands out as if to catch you.
"Black rust and willow root," you mumbled to yourself before a gold corset and choker glowed themselves onto your person. The choker rested atop the necklace seemingly woven into your flesh. Your shoulders slumped and your arms fell as if weights were attached to your wrists. But only the manacles remained, unchanged. You stumbled back with no cause, arms being brought closer to yourself. The chains snapped as if centuries old and brittle, but the wrists stayed youthfully strong and only brought blood to the surface, just beneath your skin. You grabbed the offensive bracelets and onehandedly snapped them off.
The ginger jumped, startling you, and jerked her wrists in her own manacles. They weren't charmed nor did the mentioned mixture affect a witch as old as her. She was supposed to spy on you, but found an innocent target of those hunter fools and her own zeal to gain their favor and soon abandoned that mission. "Wait! Me too."
You paused and looked down at her. While she was wise and helpful, the term 'hunters' implied a conventional morality. Perhaps she truly belonged incarcerated. But those in power and armed had a habit of catching those who didn't deserve it in the middle. You were proof of that, used to being shot at.
"I like to travel myself. You'll be hard pressed to find an accent like mind around here. I can show you everything about this world and how to blend in."
You looked down at your decidedly foreign clothing appraisingly.
Footsteps sounded from slightly above and aside.
"Please," the redhead added at the last second.
"Even if I break your chains, I have no idea how to escape. My bed's been made. You really want them mad at your attempt too?" you asked incredulously. The steps neared.
"I can get us out," the woman claimed desperately.
You stared at her before impulsively snapping the wrist of her chains. She stood lightning fast and moved behind you. Oh, were you her human shield? You should've known better than-
She took your shoulders and mumbled some foreigner than you words just as the door bust open.
Neither of you were around long enough to see the two men turned to the corner at the bottom of the stairs to the dungeon. The broader man immediately cursed, kicking the wall while the taller man held the chains to examine them. "Dammit, Rowena," the older brother scolded himself for trusting the powerful trickster. She usually kept her word, but it seemed she had a more promising prize.
You grabbed onto whatever you could as you pieced back together in a new location. You groaned and lowered yourself to sit in the nearest chair.
For some reason, even the witch felt more taxed. She could move about the hotel room easily enough, but some part of her return to crystal spell was requiring more strength. "It gets easier, magic," Rowena informed you later, bending down to scoop up a dark crystal with a resin-like fluid shimmering along the exterior. She stroke through the many rooms in their immediate vicinity, gathering this and that, then packed it all into a bag and luggage. She found you in the kitchenette by the time she was done, gold accessories removed, and inspecting the common - not to you - machines. Your hands hovered over the toaster, shuddering the occasion. Rowena's eyes went to the lever pushed all the way down and smirked. Generating heat wasn't actually the purpose of a toaster. She couldn't help her smile when you jumped, listening to the springs bring the bread slots up. "They're'll be the same machines in the next hotel. But we've to go now." The Winchesters knew where she stayed and even the room number, when she was in town, and therefore not staying at the bunker.
You were easily herded downstairs and into the car she'd called. She'd have to get you dressed properly, Rowena decided as the doorman made no effort to hide his ogling. Why shouldn't he? You didn't notice, too taken with this new world. Why shouldn't he? Because the witch felt a stab of jealousy which prophesied nothing food for him. She left him a gift in his pocket and slid into the car with you. You watched everything with learning eyes, watching how she opened the door, from both sides, how the car rode and was driven, differently than the transportation modes in your home. "What's your name?" you asked, staring out the window at the world passing you by.
She told you and got yours in return. It was precious, just like you, and Rowena was hooked. If you noticed the possessive hand on your thigh, you had no protests. Rowena smiled smugly and watched as you were safely sequestered to a new state.
*
Rowena lived in style everywhere she went. And she brought some style to you as well. She got to dress you like a little doll, her little doll, and she kept you safe, even if it meant slipping hex bags (you never noticed) in your pockets to ensure that. By spying on you or repelling any wishing you harm or wishing for you, she was acting in your own best interest. Then she took it back when you got back, before you noticed.
Sometimes you left without, but the witch was particular about that. More often than was fair, Rowena worried about you going to your own world again or moving onto the next. Like she would wake up or come back from a personal errand or she'd just be waiting for you only for you to be gone forever. She made sure to introduce you to as many new things as possible. Your innocence and confusion at the smallest things delighted her, even while you understood and dealt with the harshest cruelties of life. It was like living with a hunter with how much you chased bad guys. But a competent one, as you usually solved them within the day. Her little wanderer.
You dressed well, Rowena would stand for nothing less. You weren't fond of dresses despite being fond of Rowena in them. Yes, she'd long since discovered the root of your weakness to her. Her pouts easily manipulated you into surrendering your clothes and trying what was offered to you. Once you decided on a slacks/blouse combination, Rowena ordered similar clothes in bulk. You would be stunned at the massive amounts of clothes - you deserved nothing less - and might argue, but Rowena was feeling touchy. She had plans for the evening the Winchesters finally caught up with you and her. She could have handled the boys fine, but they were still after you. She could have told them she was training and maintaining you, but you reacted when they tried to shoot. You disappeared and reappeared behind them, kicking Dean from behind and high. Sam spun to point his gun at you next, a reaction to Dean being injured, but you flew. The boys were obviously unused to flying enemies and you were incapable of sitting still or trusting Earth's gravity. Luckily for you and unluckily for the boys, you brought your own. The boys dispatched of, you returned to the ground and Rowena's side.
The witch was endlessly amused by your instincts to both defend and come back to the ginger and she proudly took you that night. You were a clingy thing, but she took that as a victory. The next time the Winchesters found them, they'd come to Rowena like they should have in the first place. Maybe they'd be peaceful, maybe not. She slightly hoped they wouldn't be so she could return the favor you'd just shown her. She did so enjoy flinging the boys across the rooms with a simple telekinesis spell. But she'd convince them she was training you, and keeping you from making any harm of your own.
Perhaps that wouldn't be assuring.
A/N: The photo is a basic must-have for and Shifter Reader. Consequence of it coming from a video game. The neck part is R's health and the green will get darker as she gets more injured. It will squeeze and puncture if she needs to leave to heal. The blue is of course how much longer R can shift and even she needs it if she isn't paying attention. She can feel what she cannot see. The center gem is colorless because it is directly proportionate to R's or requester's eye color. It can be added in the request and it is also the color R becomes when shifting. I imagine regular crystals will work for empowering R further, especially Rowena's. Any request with shifter reader, please add a plot idea because I never have any for her.
Part Two [NSFW]
