Hey guys! So for those reading my stories set in the Dean/Mel universe, this is the story that I mentioned. These are going to be long chapters because I want to do one episode per chapter. So far, I'm up to chapter five. Since the chapters are long, there will be a longer break between them, but I will complete the season.

I'm cheating for a lot of the first season by using scripts from both Charmed and Supernatural. There are a lot of great storylines in the earlier seasons of both that work for standalone episodes like the two shows had. As I get further into the universe, I will develop my own plots etc. I promise.

Really, I just wanted to see what would happen by putting the two worlds together. Yes, Adam is part of this story, so I've had to change the storyline around Mary Winchester a little-and I've changed John's storyline a little. It will all become clear over the season.

Dates of birth for all the characters are changing, because this is set in 2015 rather than 1998/2005. Information as it's necessarily will be shared but I don't want to overload you with too much. Besides, think of it like the things we learn slowly in the shows :)

Episode 1: Something Supernaturally Wicca This Way Comes

Serena never realized there was someone watching her as she performed her magic. With the tip of her finger, she lit the candles and immersed herself in the power from her short ritual. It was just a basic one to protect her during the night. One that would help her sleep.

It was only when she heard the floorboard creak that she realized she was not alone. A man she recognized stood behind her. It confused her at first, what was he doing here? But then he saw the double-edge blade, the athame, in his hands.

Everything happened too quickly for her to react. Even her power of pyrokinesis couldn't help her now. Suddenly, the athame was plunged into her stomach. She got the chance to look at her killer in the eyes before it all went black.


The rain hit the windshield of the '67 Chevy Impala hard, as Dean pulled the car up at the side of the road and he looked through it at the Halliwell Manor.

Home sweet home, Dean couldn't help but sigh. But it wasn't his home, not really. It would be for a while though until he got himself somewhere to live.

It was his Grams' home. The Grams that had died six months ago. He'd never forget that phone call that he received. The 26-year-old was on a hunt in New Orleans at the time. It wasn't his first solo hunt, but didn't realize that it would be the first of a long list of solo ones. After that, he'd not heard from Dad much.

He was losing everyone around him, and the last thing he wanted was to lose his brothers and cousins. So, a month ago he'd made the decision to return home. The one place that he could picture as home for him. The place that his baby brother was, anyway. Adam was just 18 and still in high school. The good news was being 18 meant that it didn't mean a battle with CPS to let him stay at the Manor; the place that he'd grown up. The bad news was that he'd failed his senior year and had to repeat it. But it didn't seem like the boy really cared that much. He was just grateful to remain around family.

Dean had phoned his younger cousin to tell her about his plans. It turned out that Phoebe Halliwell had moved to New York.

So, instead, he phoned the second eldest of his cousins, Piper, to tell her that he was coming home. They were close growing up because of their ages. There were just a few months between them. But as she grew up, she became someone for him to protect. When they were at school, he'd watch out for the bullies that would come after her. Only he, his brothers and his cousins could pick on Piper Halliwell. When they did it, she knew that they were doing it in a loving, caring way.

"Anyone home?" Dean asked, opening the door, shaking himself dry from the torrential rain. He frowned when he realized it was unlocked. Way too easy for monsters to get through.

No, the home had never come under attack from monsters. He knew that. He didn't know why, but John Winchester always said that monsters would never come anywhere near the Halliwell Manor. Dean couldn't help but wonder whether it was something to do with Penny Halliwell. She was a scary woman, even if she was human.

"In here, Dean!" Prue's voice called out from one of the living rooms. She sounded frustrated, but she wasn't shocked he was here. Had Piper told him that he was coming home?

He made his way through the Manor to see her working on the chandelier.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Piper was late home, as usual," Prue frowned, stepping down from the chandelier to hug the eldest of her three cousins, "And Adam had a date, so nobody could meet the electrician."

"Adam had a date?" Dean questioned his cousin, but waved it off when she just glared at him, "What's up with it?"

"I don't know," Prue sighed, "That's why I called an electrician."

Dean climbed up on the step ladders as the door to the Manor opened. He couldn't help but glance to see Piper coming in, putting her umbrella down.

"Sorry I'm late!" Piper apologized and then smiled at Dean, "Hey you! I was expecting to see Uncle John."

"No, Dad gave me his car!" Dean laughed, thinking back to the memory. He should have guessed there was something strange about that when it happened. John Winchester never trusted him with his car in the past. That Impala was his baby. That was home for Dean.

"You know I would have been here to meet the electrician myself, but you know I can't leave the museum until six. I didn't even have time to change."

"I didn't realize how long I was in China town," Piper explained, "Did Jeremy call?" She wasn't going to dwell on this. The name made Dean frown, he didn't recognize it.

"Jeremy?"

"No, but he had some roses and a package delivered. What were you doing in China town?" Prue now asked, both sisters ignoring Dean as he stepped down the step-ladder, taking his brown leather jacket off—another item that once belonged to Dad, "I thought that you had an interview in North Beach."

"Interview?" Dean asked again, but it was another question that was ignored, as Piper explained that she needed to get an ingredient for her interview recipe. He decided that she was obviously finally following her dreams of becoming a chef. Well, actually, her dream was to own a restaurant, but being a chef was much better than working at the bank; or whatever it was she said she did when at Grams' funeral.

"Jeremy sent you port? Nice boyfriend." Prue said, now letting Dean know who this guy was. Dean instantly narrowed his eyes at the mention of the word boyfriend. His cousins were like siblings to him. They'd grown up together, and he was protective of them. And he was usually right with his instincts on men. He hadn't liked Roger, and then had found out about the argument between Prue and Phoebe was about him. Prue, despite being engaged to the man, broke up with him on the spot.

Piper was too busy moving around the house, as she talked about how the port was her ultimate ingredient that would get her hired while Dean thought back to Roger and Prue. He really didn't like the guy.

"Oh my God! I don't believe it!" Dean was instantly pulled from his thoughts as he realized that Prue and Piper had moved into the sunroom, "Tell me that's not our old spirit board?"

"Yeah, I found it in the basement when I was looking for the circuit tester." Prue explained. Piper had picked up spirit board, reading the inscription on the back. Dean couldn't help but feel goosebumps as he looked at it. Those things only led to bad news.

One thing his cousins and siblings didn't know was that he and Dad hunted monsters. He'd promised to keep it a secret, when he'd finally convinced Dad to tell them what he really did when he went away.

"Just tell me, Dad!" 16-year-old Dean shouted as his father left the Halliwell Manor yet again. This had been a regular occurrence since he was eight-years-old. It was just after his mom died in that house fire—a fire that he was sure wasn't an accident. He'd seen his mother on the ceiling of Adam's room and was sure there was a gash in her stomach. His dad was never the same after that. He took the boys to San Francisco to live with Penny Halliwell, and then left. Only coming back for days at a time every now and then.

"Dean, just stay with your brothers."

"He has a right to know where you go all the time, John," Penny Halliwell stood behind the 16-year-old. She may have been inches shorter than the man, but nobody argued with her, "He's lost his mother. He needs his father. Just tell him."

"Please, Dad." Dean pleaded with the man, looking into his brown eyes; eyes that both Sam and Adam had inherited. He'd inherited his mother's green orbs.

"You wouldn't understand."

"Try me."

"Do you want me to tell him? Because if you walk out that door, I will do." Penny now warned. Dean couldn't help but smile gently. He was glad to at least have a grandmother like her.

"You wouldn't dare. You promised. You're keeping Patty's daughter's secret, why..."

"Because he's just like you, John. Dean is stubborn and if you don't tell him, he'll only go out searching for answers. Do you really want to find out that that thing that killed Mary has killed him too?"

John sighed, looking down at the floor. Closing the front door, he looked at Dean.

"Go in there and sit down," John nodded. Dean did as he was told for the first time in his life, waiting patiently as his father found the right words. It took a while, and Dean certainly didn't believe his father at first, but Penny didn't doubt anything he said. It was like she knew the truth—and a lot more than the truth, "Your mother died because of a demon and I'm hunting him. Along with other monsters that kill innocent people. Now you cannot tell your brothers."

"I won't," Dean shook his head. Sam and Adam didn't need to know about this, "I promise. But can I come with you?"

Penny's intake of breath was sharp and it made Dean frown. Why would Penny be worried about that?

"Maybe when you're older," John nodded, "Right now I want you to concentrate on school, okay? We'll discuss this when you turn 18."

Dean nodded his head at that compromise. While he waited though, he was going to take some martial arts and boxing lessons. He would learn how to fight to prove at 18 he was ready to go with his dad.

And that he did. As soon as he turned 18, he took his GED and his dad turned up to find out if he was still interested in going hunting with him. Eagerly, he joined him, leaving his brothers behind. He promised he'd be back to check on them now and then, but he needed to help their dad. He hadn't been back in San Francisco for more than a few days at a time after that, but he did keep in touch with his family.

Now he was back. And he was back for the foreseeable. His dad had gone off and left him. He'd phoned his Uncle Bobby to find out if he'd heard. Bobby had said that he had, and John was regularly in touch, but he needed Dean to get out of the business. It took a while, but Dean had heard that something he did on a hunt made John question taking him with him. The hunting was taking over, and Dean was losing part of who he was. The 26-year-old had to admit that it was true, but he wouldn't think back over the hunt that had made John question who Dean was becoming.

"Dean, you okay?" Piper's voice brought him out of his thoughts. He shook his head and smiled weakly.

"Erm yeah. Just a long drive, that's all."

"Where did you drive from?"

"South Dakota," he answered, "I'd spent some time with Bobby after..." he couldn't say hunt, "My last trip." He'd needed to heal after that last hunt. A ghost had impaled him with a pool cue. He wasn't going to go back home until it was healed enough to be able to move his arm. Questions were the last things he needed.

"You know, maybe we should send the spirit board to Phoebe," Prue offered, "That girl is so in the dark, maybe a little light will help."

Dean couldn't help but chuckle at that comment.

"You're always so hard on her."

"Piper the girl has no vision. No sense of the future."

"I really think she's coming around."

"Well as long as she doesn't come around here, I guess that's good news." Prue walked out of the room at that. Dean's eyes were wide and he looked directly at Piper, who was biting her bottom lip nervously.

"You haven't told her, yet?" He questioned. While he'd told Piper that he was coming home, he'd also said that Phoebe was moving back. She'd been having some issues in New York and she needed her family. Piper was more than happy to hear it, and Dean guessed that Sam and Adam were too. Not that Sam would really mind. He was living his dream of becoming a lawyer. He'd only recently moved back to San Francisco to do the next stage of his studies after spending four years at Stanford.

Prue was the one that would take it the hardest. And it was clear that the eldest Halliwell sister had not forgiven the youngest one for her mistakes.

"I didn't know how to. It was never the right time."

"You didn't think Adam would help tell you?"

"Tell her what?" Adam's voice interrupted the two of them. Dean grinned as he turned around to see his dripping wet baby brother, "Dean!"

The two brothers hugged. They were now around the same height. Actually, Dean thought he may have been a little shorter. Great—the eldest was going to be the shortest in his family. He'd inherited his mother's height issues as well as her green eyes and blonde hair.

"It's so great to see you. Is Dad here? I saw his car."

"My car now, Ads," Dean laughed, but avoided the subject of his dad. He didn't really want to bring it up, "Dad's still out on a trip."

Adam sighed with disappointment and just nodded his head. Dean's heart broke a little. He hated the fact that their father was such a disappointment, and he recognized that look in his brother's chocolate eyes. That was the same look that he used to have; he would have still had if he didn't know the truth. Since finding out about hunting and monsters, he took to defending his father every chance he got.

"I'm sure he'll call in a few days," Dean lied convincingly, "You know what he's like."

"Yeah," Adam said, but wasn't convinced, "He's not you, Dean. He doesn't keep checking in on us."

Dean just nodded, an apologetic look in his eyes. Dean had grown up quickly after their mom's death. He'd become more like a father. Even though they lived with Grams, Dean made sure his brothers were dressed and fed. Penny had always told him to be a kid, but he couldn't help it. She'd told Prue the same thing. Patty Halliwell had died when Prue was five—not by the same demon, Penny promised—and Prue took it on herself to become the mother for her younger sisters, and even her cousins. Neither Prue or Dean would listen to Penny's requests.

"So, I heard you had a date." Dean grinned proudly at his baby brother. Adam just rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, it didn't go so great," he admitted and then looked at Piper, "You could have told me that she wasn't really interested in me."

"I didn't realize," Piper sighed, "What happened, sweetie?"

"She's interested in Robbie." Adam sighed and then walked out of the room. Dean just looked back at Piper, waiting for some answers. He needed answers.


Opening credits:

Supernaturally Charmed starring Shannen Doherty, Jensen Ackles, Holly Marie Combs, Jared Padalecki, Jake Abel and Alyssa Milano, with T.W. King and Dorian Gregory


"I've checked everything, Prue," Dean sighed as he stepped down from the step-ladder again, "There is no reason why the chandelier shouldn't be working."

Prue sighed. She'd come to the same conclusion earlier. They needed to get the electrician out here, but they'd already incurred an extra charge that night by not being there to meet him for the callout. Maybe with Dean back home it would help.

"You know how we've been talking about what to do with the spare rooms?" Piper now asked, walking into the living room. Dean knew what was coming. She was trying to break the news about Phoebe coming back home.

"Well, Dean is taking his old room, I'm presuming," Prue now looked back at the eldest of her three cousins, "Unless you're not sticking around."

"I'm sticking around, Prue. At least for now." Dean nodded. He did need to get back into living normally. Deep down, he knew his dad and Bobby had been right. It had taken him six months to agree to it, but they were right.

"Well, the other one," Piper pointed out, "You're right. We do need a roommate."

"We can rent the room at a reduced rate in exchange for some help around the house." Prue was glad that her sister had finally come to her senses.

"Phoebe's good with a wrench." Adam now piped in, walking into the room with a beer in his hand. Prue scolded him, saying that he was too young to be drinking, and took the beer of him. Dean took the beer and held it up as a thank you to his baby brother, and drank it instead. Adam glared at his brother. The least he could do was be on his side.

"Phoebe lives in New York," Prue glared between her cousins and then looked at Dean, "You can help me out with him now that you're back!"

"Not anymore." Piper chipped in.

"What? What do you mean?"

"Phoebe isn't in New York anymore," Piper bit her bottom lip, "She's moving back. I could hardly say now when she asked. Grams left it to all six of us."

"Months ago. We haven't spoken to her since she left."

"Actually, you haven't spoken to her," Piper pointed out, earning a sharp comment from Prue about still being mad at the girl, "Look, she had nowhere else to go. She lost her job, and she's in debt."

"Piper's right," Dean pointed out, "I called her when I decided to come back. She's in a worse state than I am, Prue."

"Wait, how long have you known?"

"A couple of days." Piper said, hoping her sister would believe her lie. But Prue didn't. Prue looked over at Dean, waiting for him to answer.

"Maybe a week," Dean admitted, "Or two?"

"Did you know about this?" Prue glared at her baby cousin, who quickly shook his head.

"Not at all!" he said, "All I knew was that Sam was coming over..."

"Sam?" Dean grinned just as the front door of the Manor opened. In walked Sam Winchester carrying a bag, Phoebe Halliwell close behind him.

"Surprise!" Phoebe grinned. Sam was just about to say something, but then spotted Dean in the room. He grinned and ran to give his brother a bear hug. Piper followed suit with her sister.

"Dean! It's so good to see you, man!"

"You too, Sammy."

"It's Sam!" His 22-year-old brother argued, making the elder of the two laugh.

"Welcome home, Phoebe." Piper said to her sister at the same time.

It wasn't quite the welcome home that Phoebe had expected. She'd thought that Dean would have been back a lot sooner than her, but it was clear from her conversation with Sam that Dean was still sort of MIA. He didn't even seem to know anything about Dean moving back home. But Phoebe wasn't that bothered. Dean coming back home would make it easier for her to ease her way back in. Prue wasn't going to be happy about her being back, but she needed her sisters.

"Look, I know you don't want me here..." Phoebe sighed after hugging Dean and Adam, turning to Prue.

"We're not selling Grams' house."

"Is that why you think I came back?" Phoebe was offended at the accusation. She was back to be with her sisters. This had nothing to do with selling their family home.

"Look, the only reason Piper and I gave up our apartment and moved back here was because this house has been in our family for generations," Prue explained, "And Adam couldn't really handle everything on his own with not having a job."

"I told you I'd have found a way to make it all work, Prue," Adam pointed out, "Sam already said he'd help..."

"Don't be silly." Piper brushed her youngest cousin off, allowing Prue to get back to the conversation with Phoebe. The youngest of the Halliwell sisters argued about knowing all about the history and wanted to get straight into what was really bothering Prue.

"I'm still furious with you."

"I never touched Roger!" Phoebe shouted at her sister. The Winchester brothers and Piper all winced at that. Was she really going to bring this up right now? She'd only just gotten through the door.

"Hey, Dean, what have you been up to?" Sam asked, pulling his brother towards the kitchen. Adam quickly followed the two of them so they could all catch up. They didn't need to be in the middle of that.

"I have a great idea. Why don't I make a fabulous reunion dinner?" Piper offered, trying to break the tension, but neither of her sisters wanted to even entertain it. Both left the room—Prue for her own room and Phoebe for the sunroom. Piper would just have to try again another time.


"And Bobby is good?" Sam questioned. He hadn't seen the man in a few years now. While they had called him Uncle Bobby as kids, he later found out that he was no relation to them. He was just a very good friend of Penny Halliwell—maybe more than that—and to their father, John. What they didn't know was that Bobby was a hunter, and had met Penny when out on a hunt. It just turned out that Penny was Mary's biological mother.

The only reason John trusted Penny to care for them and protect them from the demon that killed Mary was Bobby. He'd told John all about the hunt he'd been on, and how she was an amazing witch.

"Bobby's great," Dean nodded, "He said to say hi. Oh and said that you need to stop growing."

"I've stopped, Dean," Sam laughed. His six-foot-four-inch frame towered over everyone, "I stopped a while ago."

"Yeah, well, you need to stop growing too." Now Dean turned to his youngest brother.

"I've stopped!" Adam laughed, "Sorry we give you a complex."

Dean just rolled his eyes, taking a sip of the beer in his hands. Since Prue was out of the kitchen, he and Sam had let Adam have a beer. If Prue said anything, Dean would deal with it. She was just a cousin, he was their brother. They watched as Piper busied herself making food. She always did this when she was anxious or nervous, and she had plenty of reason to feel this way.

"So, how's law school?" Dean now asked his brother, "I can't believe my brother is going to be a lawyer. Seriously!"

"What? At least I'll be putting the bad guys away. I'm not doing defense, Dean."

"Good."

"But yeah, law school is great," Sam nodded, "And yes I'm still with Jess before you ask."

"Good," Dean grinned, "I like her. Does she still wear those Smurf pajamas?" He wiggled his eyebrows, reminding Sam of the time Dean had snuck into their apartment. He'd been hurt and was looking for something to patch himself up with. Sam's was close-by, so he snuck in as quietly as possible. Sam had attacked him, but without hunter training he went down easily. That was the first time he'd met Jess—as the elusive, trouble-making big brother—and it was while she worse some white shorts and a blue top with the Smurfs on. He had to admit that he was really happy for his brother. Jess was gorgeous, smart and funny.

"Dean Winchester!" Piper scolded her cousin, "Are you still that disgusting?"

"What?" Dean asked innocently.

"Don't give me that," Piper narrowed her eyes, "I can't believe you..."

"Look, when you're on the road all the time, then you can tell me off for my one-night stands," Dean argued for his lifestyle, "It's not like I'm in one place to be able to settle down."

"You could be," Adam suggested, "You're staying here now, right?"

"For now, I am," Dean nodded. He didn't know how long he'd be back on the road, but he'd made a promise to Bobby to spend at least six months at the Manor—or at least in San Francisco, "And maybe you're right. But...I'm just not that guy."

Piper glared at her cousin, before placing everything she'd made on a tray, "I'm taking this to Phoebe."

"Wait up!" Dean said before getting up from the kitchen table and holding the door open. He wanted out of this difficult conversation. The more he talked about travelling, the more his family asked about what he really did. Now he understood why John didn't really come back that often. It saved all the difficult questions and answers that he couldn't give.

"Thank you," Piper smiled, "See, you can be that guy."

Dean just rolled his eyes, following his cousin up the stairs to the room that Phoebe would be taking. Dean hadn't moved his stuff in yet, but guessed that he was getting the other room in the five-bed house after all. It was the smallest room, but that didn't really bother him. There was a double bed in it, so he could have women over. Although by the sounds of it, Piper wouldn't really like it.

"It's me and Dean." Piper said as she knocked on the door.

"Come on in." Phoebe said, looking over at the door from where she stood in front of her full-length mirror. She'd placed her old TV on the dresser and it was on with the news, but she wasn't really watching it. She'd just finished unpacking and was starting to regret moving back home. Maybe she could talk to Dean about them getting an apartment together.

While Piper and Dean were close, she and Dean had grown to be closer over the years. They were trouble makers together, and loved to play pranks on everyone. He'd been the one she called when she lost her virginity to a guy who turned out to be an absolute douche. He'd even offered to come back home from his trip to beat the guy up, but she'd declined. She called when she was in hospital having her appendix removed, and he did come back from a trip to see her then. He was the first person she thought about calling after the big fight went down with Prue over Roger, and the person she called every night for the first month after the death of Grams. He was her rock.

Dean was everyone's rock. And nobody was his. She felt disappointed and sad for him that he wouldn't trust anyone else with the things that troubled him, and there was clearly a lot.

When she saw Piper and Dean walk in, her eyes instantly went to the tray of food. She'd lied when she told Piper she eaten while on the bus, "Thank God! I'm starving."

"Figured." Piper said with a chuckle, and then looked at the TV. She couldn't help point out that it was her boyfriend on the TV, which both Dean and Phoebe genuinely found interesting. Dean couldn't help but turn his nose up at the guy. He seemed better than Roger, but not that great. He was a journalist.

"Some woman got whacked." Phoebe explained, as Piper asked what the news was about.

"Whacked?" Dean laughed, "You've been in New York way too long, Munchkin."

"Not long enough," Phoebe rolled her eyes at Dean's old nickname for her and then looked at Piper, "Why didn't you tell her I was coming back?"

"And risk her changing the locks?" Piper asked, with a nervous laugh, "You should of been the one to tell her, not me or Sam or Dean."

"Good point, Chicken Little," Phoebe sighed, playing with the food that Piper had brought to her, "It's just so hard for me to talk to her. She's always been more like a mother."

Piper instantly went on the defense for her sister, "She practically had to sacrifice..."

"Her own childhood to raise us." The two sisters and Dean finished the sentence off. They had all heard it time and time again, but it didn't really stand. Each time Dean heard it, he would point out that he helped raise Sam and Adam. He was like a father to them, but remained their brother.

"You became Dad, Dean," Adam said from behind them. The three of them hadn't realized that Sam and Adam had come up the stairs, "You bolted."

"I always checked in and always came back if something happened," Dean argued, "That was more than Dad has ever done. I was here for your 18th, Ads, and your graduation, Sammy. Where was Dad?"

"We know, Dean," Sam sighed, "He didn't mean it like that."

Dean hated himself. He'd wanted to find out what his dad did so much that he'd failed to realize the hurt he was causing his brothers. He had started turning into his dad. If only they knew what he actually did. They'd think he was worse than dad.

"We were all lucky Prue was so responsible, though," Sam explained to his brothers and cousins, "We all had it easy. All we had to do was be there. I was able to go to Stanford, Adam will go med school once he finishes this year. You two could do what you wanted."

"Well..." Piper started arguing. She'd been stopped from following her dream at the request of her grandmother. A request that she gave into far too easily.

"Well, I don't need a mom anymore. I need a sister."

There was a small knock on the door, making everyone look over to it. Prue walked in with a blanket in her hands, "This was always the coldest room in the house."

It wasn't much, but it was a sign that she cared. Phoebe took the blanket with a small thanks to her big sister. Maybe things could get easier between the six of them.


While the two sets of siblings caught up, especially finding out more about Dean's whereabouts, two detectives on the other side of town started discussing the recent murders. All practiced magic and had been killed on occult Sabbaths. Darryl Morris was sceptical about the idea of witches, but his partner Andy Trudeau was convinced. The killed was on a witch hunt, and nobody knew who could be next.


After catching up in Phoebe's room, the group went back downstairs. Piper and Phoebe wanted to play with the old spirit board. It was something they'd played with as kids. In fact, all of them did. Dean used to love it, until he found out all about the supernatural. Now he wanted everyone as far away as possible from it. It wasn't fun and games like they believed.

But Piper and Phoebe had waved him off. Even Adam had told him to lighten up. While the two women played, Dean, Sam and Adam caught up some more—and yes it included more beers. Prue wasn't too happy about it, but she was now off doing something else. Possibly trying to fix that chandelier again, determined to get it to work.

"When did you meet Jeremy?" Phoebe asked, and Dean couldn't help but listen into this. He was protective. It wasn't a crime!

"About six months ago—right before Grams died," the elder of the two Halliwell sisters explained, "We met in the hospital cafeteria the day Grams was admitted. He was covering a story and I was bawling over a bagel."

"I keep telling you that there was a reason you drew the short straw to grab food." Sam pointed out with a chuckle. Dean frowned at Sam. So he knew about his cousin's new boyfriend and didn't tell him?

"Yeah, yeah," Piper brushed the middle Winchester's comment off and then turned back to Phoebe, "So, he handed me a napkin."

"How romantic." Dean rolled his eyes.

"It was actually," Piper rolled her eyes back at him, "It had his phone number one."

Dean pulled her a face, making her stick her tongue out at him, "I want to meet him before I really decide that he's not good enough for you."

"You can meet him soon, Dean," Piper agreed and then looked back at Phoebe, "Stop pushing the pointer."

"I'm not touching it!" Phoebe argued back.

"You used to always push the pointer." Piper said before standing up, offering more popcorn. As she made her way to the kitchen, Phoebe couldn't help but argue back at her.

"You did, Phoebs." Adam agreed with the eldest cousin in the room, making Sam laugh. Dean was still uneasy about the whole situation.

"Hey, I forgot your question." Phoebe now said, deciding to ignore everyone ganging up on her.

"I ask if Prue would have sex with anyone other than herself this year." Piper said as she walked out of the room and into the kitchen.

"That's disgusting!" Dean visibly shivered at the idea of Prue in the bedroom alone.

"Like you've never done anything to yourself, Dean," Sam laughed, "Although, I guess you didn't really have to as a teen, did you? I remember hearing those girls you snuck over when you lived here. You do know that Grams knew all about them. She was always waiting for them the next morning."

Dean rolled his eyes as Phoebe wished to the pointed that it would say her sister would find someone to love her. Suddenly the pointer moved to the letter A all by itself. She looked down with wide eyes and then back at the boys. It then moved to the letter T.

Dean saw the pointer move and a flash of worry entered his eyes. He brow burrowed, but he heard the laughter come from the other two.

"It moved!" Phoebe said and then called out for her sister to come back. Instead, Prue came into the room.

"What did you do now?"

"Nothing!" Phoebe exclaimed, "I moved! It spelled A, T."

"You pushed it, Phoebe," Sam laughed at his baby cousin, shaking his head. He walked over to the table, beer in hand, "I saw you push it."

"I didn't push it, Sam!" Phoebe argued back, "It moved on its own."

Everyone missed the look of worry in Dean's eyes, while they now all crowded around Phoebe. She was adamant that the pointer had moved on its own, and with everything he knew he was certain she was telling the truth. This wasn't a good thing.

"You used to always push the pointer." Prue rolled her eyes, but Phoebe continued to argue that she did nothing. She placed her fingertips back on the pointer, as Prue and Piper turned to leave the room. Even Sam chuckled and turned away. He would need to get back home soon. Dean was the only one watching as the pointed moved away and back on the letter T.

"Ah, it did it again!"

Everyone turned back to look but Adam was the first to point out that it still sat on the letter T. There was nothing to be bothered about. Just as Prue and Sam left the room, the pointer moved again. This time it was on its own. Piper and Adam looked down at the board confused. Dean was getting more worried by the second. This was not something he wanted to see tonight. He wanted to leave his hunting behind him right now; he needed to.

"You saw that, right?" Phoebe looked up at her sister.

"I think so, yeah."

The pointed moved again. By now, Dean was writing down the word, while Piper called for Prue and Sam to come back into the room. They weren't impressed, but Dean turned the envelope he'd found to show the word the pointer had spelled out. Just as Phoebe said 'attic' there was a loud clap of thunder and all the lights went out. Piper squealed, while Dean couldn't help but think of the excellent timing that it had.

Piper had had enough. She picked up her purse and jacket and made her way to the front door. She was going to Jeremy's and away from the ghost house.

"You're overreacting, Piper," Prue followed her sister to the door, "We're perfectly safe here."

"Don't say that," Piper argued back, "In horror movies, the person who says that is always the next to die."

Sam couldn't help but roll his eyes. Piper hated scary movies, but forced herself to sit through them. He remembered coming home from a date when he was in high school to see her curled up on the couch watching Stephen King's IT through her fingers. Of course, she made it worse for herself by having the lights turned out.

"It's pouring rain and there's a psycho on the loose," Adam now pointed out, "And Jeremy's not even home."

"Well, I'll...I'll...I'll wait in the cab until he gets home."

"That'll be cheap." Prue rolled her eyes with a sarcastic tone in her voice.

"Prue, I saw that pointer move."

Piper now decided that she still needed to call a cab and walked over to the phone. One thing that really cared her was that the board had spelled out the word attic, and they'd never been able to get into that room. Even when they were kids they'd never gotten into it. Dean had tried all his own sneaky ways, and then Phoebe who was great at picking locks. She sighed when she didn't even hear a dial tone in the phone.

"The power's out," Dean now said, walking into the dining room from the kitchen. He held a flashlight in his hand, "Will someone come to the basement with me? I need to check out the main circuit box."

"Phoebe will do it." Prue called out, trying to talk her other sister out of leaving.

"Nope. I'm going to the attic." Phoebe said, making her way to the stairs.

"Oh no you're not!" Dean shook his head, striding over to her, "You can't get into it. We need a handyman."

"I'm not waiting until tomorrow," Phoebe shook her head, getting out of Dean's grasp, "I'm going now."

Dean hated this idea. He did not want to go where the spirit board took them. He would have preferred to get everyone out of the house while he checked out this ghost or whatever it was. But there was no way anyone would listen to him. While Piper was up for leaving and Sam had mentioned he wanted to get back home, Prue and Adam were happy staying.

Rather than go into the basement, Dean decided to follow his baby cousin up the stairs. If she was going to run into a ghost, she was going to do it with him here.

She tried the door, but it was locked.

"See, let's go down..." Before Dean could finish his sentence, the attic door opened on its own. The two cousins looked at each other and then at the door. Being the protective hunter, Dean stepped in front of Phoebe and pushed the door open gently. He really wished he still had his trusted pistol in the back of his jeans right now.

Turning the flashlight on, he moved it around the large room. His eyes widened as he looked at the size of it and all the furniture on it. He'd never been into this room. Once she realized the coast was clear, Phoebe rushed into the room and straight over to a trunk that Dean's light fell on.

"Phoebe..." Dean warned but it was too late. She'd already opened the trunk and found a large book. She just couldn't help herself. Curiosity was always her downfall. It was why Dean always found himself on the other end of the phone to her crying when they were a little younger.

Phoebe brushed the dust off the book, tracing her fingers over the symbol. She wasn't sure what it meant, and guessed Dean wouldn't either. He wasn't exactly academic, just like her. That was another reason the two got along so well.

"The Book of Shadows." Phoebe said as she turned the pages and started reading the first incantation she came to.

Hear now the words of the witches,

The secrets we hid in the night,

The oldest of Gods are invokes here,

The great work of magic is sought.

Dean wanted his cousin to stop and made his way over to her, but she wouldn't stop. Dean just thought about the bad news that this book was.

In this night and in this hour,

I call upon the ancient power,

Bring your powers to we cousins six,

We want the power,

Give us the power.

Dean finally grabbed the book from her and threw it on the floor.

"What the hell do you think you were doing?" Dean said in a deep voice, "You don't just read spells from a book. How stupid are you?"

"What were you doing?" Adam now asked, looking around the room in awe. Sam, Piper and Prue were behind him, also looking around.

"Reading an incantation," Phoebe said with a guilty expression. She didn't like being told off, but knew Dean wouldn't do it unless he was really worried, "It was in this Book of Shadows. I found it in that trunk."

Sam picked the book up from the floor, looking through it while Piper and Phoebe talked about how they got into the attic.

"There's other stuff in here," Sam said, "There are three essentials of magic. Timing, feeling and phases of the moon."

"It's midnight on a full moon. This is the most powerful time to do this." Phoebe said with a grin.

"Do what?" Piper now asked, looking between her sisters and cousins. What was she missing here? She definitely didn't miss the fear, worry and anger in Dean's eyes.

"Receive our powers."

"Okay! No way!" Dean said, taking the book out of Sam's hands. Prue quickly took it from him and leafed through the pages.

"This includes all of us. We cousins six!"

"It's a book of witchcraft, Phoebe," Dean shouted, "There is no way we want to get mixed up in that!"

Sam didn't miss the way Dean sounded. His cousins might brush him off, but Sam knew that there was something that his brother was hiding. He'd known since he'd spoken to Bobby a few nights ago to find out how he was. Bobby had said that Dean was on his way back to San Francisco after spending a week or so with him. Dean had left a week before that call, but hadn't made it back to San Francisco yet. He hadn't questioned it, but now his brain was ticking.

Prue shook her head and made her way out of the attic. Everyone else except Sam and Dean followed. Dean frowned, with a worried look in his eyes, as he put the Book of Shadows back in the trunk.

"You okay?" Sam asked.

"I'm fine, Sammy," Dean shook his head, "Just...we shouldn't be playing with that crap. Promise me you will stay away from it, and keep Adam away too."

"You're the one that's best at keeping Adam away. You'll be the one living here."

Dean just nodded at that comment and then started walking out of the attic. As the last one to leave, he closed the door wishing that they'd never gotten into there after that.

"Nothing happened, right Phoebe?" Piper asked, "When you did that incantation, nothing happened?"

"Well, my head spun around and I vomited split-pea soup," Phoebe shrugged her shoulders, "How should I know?"

"Well, everything looks the same." Adam offered as a way to calming down the situation, "Except that the house still needs work."

"Nothing's changed." Piper smiled, looking at each of her family members. She didn't miss the look of concern—and a little fear—in Dean's eyes. It was just him playing big brother and protective cousin after a long night. That was all.

Dean couldn't help but want to drop his baby brother off at school the next morning. He'd hardly slept that night, worrying about something coming to get them. Phoebe should not have messed with that book last night. He was in two minds about calling Bobby or even his dad. He needed advise. The last thing he wanted was to end up with ghosts and witches in his life while at home.

But what really bothered him was the fact that this was in his home. In an attic that he'd never stepped foot in. Obviously people before him had. This house had been in their family's hands since the 1920s. Someone in their family had stepped foot in that attic and put that book in there.

By 6am, he still wasn't asleep so decided to get up and get dressed. He'd take his brother to school to make sure Adam was okay, and then he could check up on his other brother. Sam had decided to go back to his own apartment that night, and Dean had to admit he was happy about that. At least Sam would be out of the cross-hairs for now.

"You know I can catch the bus," Adam laughed as they pulled up at the side of the road outside of the school, "You didn't have to drop me off."

Dean shook his head with a laugh, "Of course I had to. This girl from last night."

"None of your business, Dean," Adam rolled his brown eyes and opened the Impala door, "I'll see you later. At home. Not outside my school."

With that, Adam got out of the car and closed the door, "I'm just doing my big brother duties!" Dean shouted out, knowing that his littlest (not so little anymore) brother heard him. He could see his shoulders moving up and down from laughter.

The eldest Winchester brother waited in the car for his brother to go over to a group of students. At least he had a group of friends.

"Now who was that?" one of the girls in the group asked Adam as he walked towards them. Adam glanced over his shoulder to see the black Impala pulling away, "He was cute."

"That's my brother," Adam sighed, "And you don't want to get mixed up with him. He's not that great when it comes to girlfriends."

The blonde-haired girl just grinned, biting her lip. Adam shook his head with a chuckle, as he made his way into the school with the rest of his friends. Dean was always the one that would get girlfriends easily, but always the one to break hearts. Even as a teen he broke hearts.

As they walked through the halls, Adam accidently knocked into the high school bully.

"Watch it, Winchester," the bully said, shoving him hard into the lockers, "Next time you'll get more than that!"

Adam had had enough of this guy. He'd already put up with two years of him pushing his weight around. He should have left school last year but his Grams' death had really taken its toll on him. Now he had to repeat a year and spend another year trying to watch his step.

As the bully walked away, Adam glared at the bully. Suddenly, a trashcan moved in front of the bully on its own, and the bully went flying into it head first. The whole school stopped to laugh, nobody questioning just how it happened. But it hadn't passed Adam's notice. He frowned, wondering whether he'd done something.


"You're up early." Piper said, sitting on the steps of the porch. Phoebe was already there with a cup of coffee in her hands.

"I never went to sleep." Phoebe admitted. She couldn't sleep after reading that book. She'd snuck up to the attic in the middle of the night to retrieve it. Dean had been up so she needed to be very quiet, and made sure the lock on her door was on when she returned. The last thing she needed was him telling her off and waking the whole house.

"Don't tell me you put on a black conical hat and spent the night flying around the neighborhood on a broomstick." Piper joked, sitting down next to her sister and taking a sip of her own coffee.

"I was reading," Phoebe smiled, "Is Prue around?"

"Work," Piper sighed, "And Dean took Adam to school. I think Dean is looking for a job today. He said he didn't want me and Prue to have to worry about money anymore."

Phoebe just nodded her head, realizing that there was only one person she could talk to about this. And she needed to share everything that she'd found.

"One of our ancestors was a witch named Melinda Warren."

"And we have a cousin who's a drunk, an aunt who's manic, a father who's invisible and an uncle who likes to disappoint his sons." Piper didn't really want to hear about the Book of Shadows, but she soon realized that she didn't have a choice. Phoebe started rattling off all about what the book said about their powers.

"She had three powers," Phoebe explained, "She could move objects with her mind, see the future and stop time. She was hung for witchcraft in Salem, but before that she vowed that each generation of Warren witches would become stronger and stronger, culminating in the arrival of three sisters and three brothers," Phoebe followed Piper as she walked to her car, "These sisters would be the most powerful witches the world has ever known. They're good witches. We're those sisters and Dean, Sam and Adam are those brothers."

"Look, I know what happened last night was weird and unexplainable, but we're not witches," Piper spoke softly, trying not to upset her sister too much, "Grams wasn't a witch, and I don't think mom or Aunt Mary were either. Take that, Nancy Drew."

As Piper drove off, Phoebe couldn't help but shout out that they would be known as the Charmed Ones.


Prue couldn't believe it! She'd raised the extra money through the private donations. She'd sparked the extra corporate interest. The Beals artefacts were becoming part of the museum's private collection because of her. And now...now she was losing out on handling them. The board wanted someone more qualified.

She heard her ex-fiance Roger tell her all about how Prue wasn't qualified enough, despite being on the project since its inception. He admitted that she was the curator on this and secured the whole exhibition, but the board wanted someone else.

Of course, it was him. It had to be him, and she suspected that he had a hand in dealing with this. The board didn't want anything different. She was furious that he would do this. And he expected her to be happy for him! Why should he be happy for him?

And then he had the audacity to call her Miss Halliwell. Miss Halliwell!

"Since when did we stop being on a first-name basis?" Prue asked him, "When we stopped sleeping together or when I returned your engagement ring, Roger?" She made a point to say his first name, and emphasize it to make her point.

"I didn't realize the two were mutually exclusive," Roger shrugged his shoulders, "Although I certainly enjoyed one better than the other."

"Bastard!" Prue turned on the spot and was ready to walk away.

"Prue, wait!" Roger got her to stop and look at him again, "I feel like I should say something if only to avoid a lawsuit."

Prue had nothing else to say to this man. She walked away from him, missing the pen that was leaking in his pocket and leaving a blue spot on his shirt. She also missed him take the pen out of his pocket and squirt all over his face. Prue Halliwell may have chuckled had she seen that, despite the mood he had just put her in. Phoebe returning home last night was bad enough, but this had really taken her over the edge.


Trick's Garage. That was the first place he would start. He was surprised this place was still running. It had been there when he was just 16. It was the best place to start his job hunt, though. He'd got a part-time job here so he could earn some money for his boxing and martial arts lessons when he wanted to prove to his dad that he was ready for hunting. Maybe the owner would still remember him and rehire him. He needed a job and quick right now.

After pulling the Impala in the parking lot, he climbed out of the car and walked over to the main shop floor. He did enjoy being around cars, and part of him had missed working here. He once had friends here. Of course, after leaving to be with his did, he'd lost his friends.

"Hey, can I help you?" A young guy around 22 asked, stepping out from behind one of the vehicles in the garage.

"Yeah, I'm looking for Trick. He in?" Dean asked with a grin.

"In the office."

Dean thanked the guy before walking towards the office to speak to the owner. At least it was the same guy. That was one step closer to getting a job. Just before he got to the door, though, he heard a creek. He turned to see one of the cars that was up on jacks was rocking. It wasn't on it right, and one of the wheels was about ready to go. But the 22-year-old was now underneath it.

"Hey!" Dean called out just before the car started to fall. He put his hands out instinctively, and the whole scene around him froze. Dean stopped what he was doing and looked around nervously. What the hell was that?

He searched around for a monster or something that had caused this. Then he realized that he was the only one moving. Had he done this? Had Phoebe's incantation done something to them after all?

He didn't have much time to think. He needed to help the poor kid that was underneath that falling car. Just as the scene unfroze, Dean grabbed the kid and pulled him out of the way. The car crashed on the ground, bits of metal flying everywhere. The other guys in the garage took cover, as Dean used his body to shield the kid.

"What the hell!" The kid looked up at Dean with wide blue eyes, "What was..."

"What the hell is happening out here?" Dean couldn't forget Trick's gruff voice. He turned around to now see the remains of the car and winced. It was a shame he couldn't have saved that as well, "Well?"

"This guy just saved my life." The kid said, looking between where he was originally standing underneath the car and Dean. Trick walked over to them.

"Are you okay, Harrods?" Trick asked, concern clear in his voice—and not just about the money that it would cost for this accident.

"Yes, boss," The kid—Harrods—replied with a nod, "Thanks to this guy." Dean was a little uneasy at the praise. He wasn't one for being thanked after saving people. Most of the time he didn't really deserve it. Right now he really didn't. He wanted to figure out what was going on with freezing things.

Trick looked at Dean, recognizing him instantly.

"Winchester!" Trick smiled, "What brings you here?"

"I was looking for a job, actually." Dean threw his former boss a charming smile, shrugging his shoulders.

"C'mon in to the office," Trick shook his head, "We're gonna need an extra pair of hands after that!"


Piper knew that she would get the job after this. Her recipe was spectacular. She was a little annoyed that she wasn't hired on the spot after yesterday's interview, but understood that the guy wanted to make sure she could really cook. After all, she hadn't been a chef before.

Just as she was pouring the port in the measuring cup, Chef Moore walked in.

"Your time is up," he made her jump as he spoke with a thick French accent, "Let's see," he picked up the recipe card as Piper tried to let her put this last ingredient into the pot, "Roast pork with gratin of fennel and penne with a port giblet sauce."

"Chef Moore..." Piper started.

"What?"

"The port..."

"Yes, without the sauce it is nothing more than a salty marinara. A recipe from a woman's magazine. Puh!"

"I didn't have time..." Piper ignored his comment about the magazine, knowing that he was right, as she tried to make sure the final ingredient was in there. Anything else could be missing, but not the port. He ignored her, as he put some of the dish on his fork and raised it to his mouth.

Piper waved her hands in a panic and he suddenly froze. He was like a statue, and it left Piper completely fazed. She waved her hands in front of his face, hoping to get a reaction. There was nothing.

Rather than dwelling on the events, she used it to her advantage. She placed some port into a baster and put a drop of it on the food. She'd just finished when he unfroze and took a mouthful of the food.

"Mmm," he smiled, enjoying the taste, "This is very good. C'est magnifique."

Piper couldn't help but feel smug. She was definitely getting this job. But now she had something else to worry about. How the hell did he freeze in front of her?


Sam sighed, rubbing his eyes as he looked through his books. His classes didn't start for another hour. God bless Thursday mornings with his late start. But he had yet another test to revise for. Not that he was really too bothered. He loved learning and loved law. And tests were one thing that never bothered him, even as a kid. It was just all about being prepared.

Suddenly, he felt an intense headache. One that he had never had in the past. Flashes of events ran through his mind. Events that he didn't recognize, but he recognized the person in them.

It was Jess. She walked out of their bedroom in her Smurf pajamas. Sam would laugh considering Dean's comment last night, except for this blinding headache. She then went into the kitchen. She was making something, but he couldn't really tell what. All he saw was her cutting something with a knife and then scream. There was blood everywhere. It was all spilling out of the large gash in her hand that she'd caused with the knife.

The flashes stopped. He still had a headache, but it was nowhere near as bad as a few moments ago.

"Are you okay, Sam?" Jess asked from the door of their bedroom in their one-bedroom apartment. She was wearing her Smurf pajamas, just like in the flashes that he'd just had, "Sam?"

"I'm fine." Sam smiled weakly as she walked towards the kitchen. Sam couldn't help but stand up from the desk and follow her to the small kitchen. She just glanced at him with a smile, while he pulled out mushrooms and then a knife. Mentioning something about making an omelette, she got to work on cutting up the mushrooms.

It was happening so quickly. Jess sliced the knife through her finger, screaming at the top of her lungs. All Sam could do was quickly grab a tea towel and wrap it around her finger.

"Oh my God!" Jess freaked out, "Oh God!"

"It's okay," Sam said, worried that he'd seen this happen. Had he just had a vision? "It's okay. Let's look."

He pulled the tea towel away, but the blood kept coming, "We're getting you to the hospital. Go put some clothes on! Quickly!"


Phoebe was just cycling down the road, taking in the memories from her childhood. She used to love coming out on her bike when she was a kid. It was her way to escape all the family drama. It was difficult being the youngest Halliwell sister, and living in a house with six other people. Nobody seemed to understand her, except Dean, and then he moved out when he was 18 to go travelling with his dad. It left her with an eldest sister who seemed to hate her guts, another older sister who just wanted peace, and then two young cousins who just wanted to know where their dad and brother were. Adam took it the hardest, being only 10 years old when Dean left. Everyone seemed to be running out on him.

Cycling was the way to escape. She took in the fresh air, and was able to think the arguments through. It stopped her saying anything rash, especially to Prue.

She saw a couple of boys skateboarding past her. Suddenly, she felt a jolt through her hands and into her head. The two boys skated right in front of a car, which hit them. The kids went flying over the car, both of them seriously injured. It was all in black and white, but she saw it all clearly.

It was the same two boys that had just gone past her. Suddenly, the car she saw turned the corner. The car was going to hit the two boys. She couldn't let that happen. She road in front of the boys quickly, stopping them from coming off the sidewalk. The car honked and Phoebe skidded into the ground, hitting her head hard. The bike presumably somewhere under the car's tires.

It didn't matter. The kids were safe. More importantly, she was getting premonitions.


"I quit." Prue said. She'd walked into Roger's office to hear him saying how he was the one that had done all the work. Of course he was. He thought he was so much better than her at everything, and he was bitter that she'd said she no longer wanted to marry him.

Phoebe had opened her eyes to the type of man he was. He was a womanizer and manipulative. A lot like Dean had become...no, Dean didn't purposely use a woman. He always made it clear that he wasn't into settling down. The eldest of her three cousins was upfront that he "wasn't that type of guy." He often said that, but Prue knew that he was just really afraid of commitment. She understood. The people they loved left them. His mom died when he was eight and his dad dropped them off with the grandmother they barely knew.

But right now, she had to focus on Roger. She'd just quit her job, with nothing to fall back on.

"Think about this, Prue." Roger had warned her. But she had thought about it. Apart from the fear of the unknown, there was nothing keeping her there.

"Lousy job, lousy pay, lousy boss," she shrugged her shoulders, "What's to think about?"

"Your future," he threw back at her. There was that. She was living in a house that ate through money for electricity, and would end up putting all the financial stress on Piper—that's if Piper even got the job. But she couldn't keep working here, "If you walk out with no notice, you can kiss any references—"

"Don't threaten me, Roger." She knew what he was doing. Of course, Roger made up some excuse about doing her a favor by taking the exhibit away from her. She would have lashed out at him if it wasn't for all the information she'd left in her former office. Thousands of pages of research, along with 75 computer discs. That was going to be fun for him to go through.

With a quick dig about throwing her engagement ring back at him, she walked out of the office. He couldn't help but get the last word, and it was about office supplies. Prue stopped in her tracks but didn't turn. She just scrunched her hands, imagining herself wrapping her hands around his neck. She never even noticed the tie tightening around his neck strangling him. She was too busy walking out of the office.

The sound of her cell phone ringing pulled her out of the feeling of freedom. As she answered it, the feeling of freedom soon turned to fear and worry. It was the hospital. As angry as she was at her baby sister, she loved her and didn't want her to end up in the hospital.

"I'll be right there. Thank you!" Prue said, before rushing to her car and making her way to the hospital.

As Prue got there, there was already someone at the desk. Luckily, he seemed finished and she was able to find out where her sister was being treated. Hopefully it wasn't anything too serious. She would never forgive herself for being so angry at her sister and wishing to never see her again if something happened to her right now.

"I'm looking for my sister, Phoebe Halliwell." Prue said to the nurse behind the desk. It turned out that the man at the desk hadn't finished.

"One moment, please," the nurse replied and turned back to the man, "What's the name again?"

"Inspector Andrew Trudeau. Homicide," the man replied, making Prue do a double take. It couldn't be, "Dr. Gordon's expecting me."

As the nurse went back to her computer, Prue couldn't help but turn to the inspector. She never thought she'd see this man again.

"Andy?"

"Prue? I don't believe it," Andy looked at the eldest Halliwell sister with raised eyebrows, "How are you?"

They didn't get much of a catch-up before the nurse told them where they needed to go. Prue would have to wait another 15 minutes, and Andy was able to go and interview the doctor. But it turned out that Andy decided his job could wait. He wanted to catch-up with Prue over a coffee instead.

"So, you're an inspector now?" Prue smiled, remembering how focused he was on joining the police when he was still in high school. It was a dream for this man, and a dream for his father, "Your dad must be so proud."

"Third generation," Andy couldn't help but beam at his ex-girlfriend, pleased to hear that she remembered about him and his family after all these years, "So, what about you? Taking the world by storm?"

"Well, I'm living back at Grams' house and as of an hour ago looking for work," Prue laughed humorlessly. Andy didn't have much to say about that. It was a conversation killer, "I heard you moved to Portland."

"I'm back," Andy shrugged his shoulders, but clearly didn't want to go into that part of his life right now, "You, us, still seeing Roger?"

"How do you know about him?" Had he been checking up on her? She had to admit that her high school boyfriend was checking up on her, though. Not just any high school boyfriend, either. The two had grown up together. He would always be over at the Manor playing with them, and he was good friends with Dean.

"I have contacts." Andy smirked.

"Prue?"

Prue's attention was pulled away from Andy by a familiar voice. A voice that she definitely did not want to hear in the hospital.

"Sammy?" Prue looked at her cousin, eyes full of concern.

"Sam!" Andy smiled at the middle Winchester brother. He wondered whether he would even remember him with the age gap that they had.

"Andy?" Sam smiled, holding out his hand to shake it, "How are you? I heard you'd moved to Portland."

"I'm back," Andy nodded, feeling a sense of déjà vu, "And I heard you were at Stanford studying pre-law."

"In law school now," Sam smiled proudly, "Got an apartment not too far from the Manor with my girlfriend," he then turned to Prue, "What are you doing here?"

"I should be asking you that," Prue frowned, "But I was here for Phoebe. She had some accident. You?"

"Jess sliced through her finger. She's getting some stitches."

"Jess is the girlfriend, I'm guessing?" Andy asked.

It wasn't long until Phoebe was out of x-ray, though, and Andy really did have to get on with her case. But she wasn't going to give up without getting his number. He had the exact same idea, and they made sure that this time they would stay in touch.

As soon as Prue got Phoebe to the car, she knew that she would have to find out what was going on with her sister. How could she even think about throwing herself in front of a moving car? She had no idea that anything bad was going to happen to those boys.

They waited for Jess to be finished first to make sure she was okay. It was just a cut, but a deep one. At least Sam could get her home.

Prue decided that she and Phoebe needed to go somewhere with people. Not that she wanted to discuss her private life around strangers, but she didn't want to strangle her sister for her stupidity.

"The Charmed Ones?" she listened to everything that Phoebe had supposedly told Piper, "This is insane."

"So you didn't freeze time or move anything?" Phoebe asked with a sigh, but silently knew that there was definitely something going on.

"All that happened was Roger taking an exhibit away from me and I quit my job," Prue admitted, "I know that you think you can see the future, which is pretty ironic—"

"Since you don't think I have one," Phoebe rolled her light brown eyes, "That my vision of life is clouded compared to your perfect hell? Even if you don't want to believe me, just once can't you trust me?"

"Phoebe, I do not have special powers," Prue wanted her sister to drop this, "Now, where is the cream?"

The cream moved in front of their eyes to fill up Prue's coffee cup. That was not something Prue expected to see, and she didn't really want to admit to her baby sister that she was right. But she couldn't help it when she saw the proud and slightly smug grin.

"So, um, I can move things with my mind?" Prue asked. This was all incredible. It had to be a dream, but Phoebe just continued talking about how Piper must freeze time. Maybe that meant that Dean could move things with his mind, Sam froze things and Adam had premonitions. It could be an age thing.

Prue was struggling to take it all in, and she needed something...a drink. She quickly ordered a shot of tequila and drank it in one. The taste didn't bother her and she certainly didn't need the lime. She needed another one. Or some aspirin. She had a horrible headache forming.

"You turned me into a witch."

"You were born one," Phoebe replied with a soft smile, "We all were and I think we better start to deal with it."

Prue shook her head and started walking out of the restaurant. Phoebe quickly followed her telling her all about these bosch paintings she'd seen in the Book of Shadows. The girl just wouldn't shut up about it, and Prue just wanted to know why. Of course, Phoebe seemed to have all the answers. While they were sleeping, they were fine. Safe. Now that they knew about their powers, they would have evil coming after them.

Great, just great! Not only was Prue out of a job, but she now had magical, evil creatures coming after all. All because her little sister decided to open up a spell book and read an incantation.


Piper was confused. Jeremy was supposed to be taking her home. They'd just finished a lovely meal at a Chinese restaurant to celebrate her new job, but she needed to get home. She had her first day at work tomorrow, and she really needed to speak to her sisters and cousins about freezing the chef. She'd pushed it to the back of her mind until this point.

Now, Jeremy was asking the cab driver to turn down 7th. This wasn't on the way to her home.

"I thought you were taking me home?" Piper asked.

"I was, but you reminded me of something. I wanna show you the old Bowing building. The view of the Bay Bridge is amazing."

He answered, and Piper thought nothing of it.


Meanwhile, Adam rushed home and instantly started looking for his big brother. Dean would know what was going on. He'd understand why the trashcan had moved in front of the school bully like it did.

"Dean?" Adam called out, panicked. He'd thought about it all day. He couldn't keep his mind on his school work at all, which really wasn't like him. He was just like his other brother; the straight-A student. When Dean left to go with Dad, he'd promised that he'd focus on school and get an amazing job. He'd promised to make Mom proud, "Dean?"

"Kitchen!" Dean called out from the kitchen. Adam rushed straight into it and saw Dean sitting at the kitchen table, with a bottle of whiskey next to him. A glass was in his hand, but Adam could tell that it wasn't his first.

"What's happened?"

"Phoebe, that's what," Dean replied, rubbing his stubble with his free hand. He then downed the rest of the whiskey and poured himself another glass, "What's up with you, anyway?"

"I'll have one of those, if you don't mind." Adam said, grabbing his own glass.

"You're underage."

"You've got room to talk," Adam rolled his eyes and pushed the glass in front of his big brother, "Pour one. I've had a hell of a day."

"Yeah? Bet you can't beat mine."

"I made a bully trip up into a trash can. Moved the thing right in front of him without touching it."

Dean frowned and looked into Adam's brown eyes. His little brother threw him an I told you so look and drank the whiskey. Dean couldn't help but laugh at the face he pulled from the burn of the alcohol.

"You get used to it." He simply said and poured his brother another drink. He did need it. Dean hated this, there was a conversation that he needed with all his family and it was time to tell them the truth about what he and his dad did, "Oh, and you're on par with me. I froze a car midair to save the guy it was gonna kill. Got a job out of it, though."

The two clinked glasses and drank their whiskeys.

"Dean!" Sam's voice now called out for his big brother, "Adam?"

"In here!" Adam called out, and smiled as Sam came rushing through. Sam just looked at the two brothers bonding over the bottle of whiskey. Without a word, he grabbed a glass from the cupboard and poured himself a glass of the amber liquid, "You have one of those days too, then?"


As the pharmacist made his way through to the back to get Phoebe's medication, Prue started looking for the aspirin. Of course, little sister had to come with her, talking about how chamomile tea would work for the headache.

"Not this one." Prue shook her head, walking down one of the aisles, still not seeing it.

"You know, I'm not afraid of our powers," Phoebe now pointed out. When would she shut up? "I mean, everyone inherits something from their family, right?"

"Yeah, money, antiques, a strong disposition," Prue pointed out, "That's what normal people inherit." But Phoebe wasn't dropping it. She just kept going on and on about magic, family, destiny and Goddamn chamomile tea.

"Look, I have just found out that I'm a witch," Prue wanted to shout but made her anger clear through hushed voices. She didn't need people overhearing them right now, "That my sisters and cousins are witches, and we have powers that will apparently unleash all forms of evil. Evil that is apparently going to come looking for us. So excuse me Phoebe, but I'm not exactly in a homeopathic mood right now."

"Then move your headache out of your mind," Phoebe offered, making Prue glare at her sister. A bottle of aspirin suddenly flew off one of the shelves right into Prue's hand, "You move things when you're upset."

"This is ridiculous!" Prue shook her head, and went back to browsing the shelves. Where did this bottle of aspirin come from? Now it seemed like Phoebe was purposely trying to piss Prue off. She brought all sorts of things up, including Roger. When that got an initial reaction, Phoebe moved onto something that would really piss her off.

"Let's talk about dad and see what happens."

"He's dead." Prue warned. He wasn't but that's what Prue kept telling herself. Unlike John Winchester, Victor Bennett didn't show back up in their lives every now and then. He left when Prue was eight years old and that was it. He'd actually left mom a few years before that, but had been a presence. But once Prue turned eight, Victor left and never came back.

What pissed her off even more was that her sisters still loved the man, especially Phoebe. That was why she'd gone to New York. He wanted to find him, and now she'd returned empty handed. The more Phoebe went on about the man, the more the anger built up and up, until Prue exploded. All the bottles of medicines flew off the shelves and onto the floor of the aisle.

As people gathered around to see what had happened, Phoebe asked one simply question, "Feel better?"

Prue couldn't help but admit that she did feel better. She felt better than she had in months. It was like all the anger had been released. Now she just had to deal with this new power, and all the evil that would come after her and her family.


Piper looked up at the Bowing building, refusing to step foot in the wooden elevator. What if it broke? What if something happened and they couldn't get back down?

But Jeremy was very convincing and got her into it. He then pushed a button and the elevator started moving.

"You'll love it, Piper," Jeremy smiled, "You'll tell all your family about it, including Dean and Phoebe."

"I never said Dean and Phoebe were back," Piper frowned, now looking at her boyfriend cautiously. He simple offered her a sadistic smile with an "oops" before pulling out a knife, "What is that?"

"It's your surprise."

"You're scaring me, Jeremy," Piper backed herself into a corner, "Damn it! Stop it! I'm serious!"

"I've waited six months for this. Ever since Grams went to the hospital," Jeremy stepped forward towards with an evil glint in his eyes, "I've known for some time that when she croaked, your powers would be released. I didn't really want to have to deal with your eldest cousin considering he's a hunter like his dad, but I had to wait for him and Phoebe to return."

Hunter? Piper thought to herself, but had something more important to worry about right now. It was then that she realized the murders of those women were at Jeremy's hands. How had she missed it? Six months of being with him, and she'd missed the fact that he had killed so many women.

"Not women," he pointed out, "Witches!"

"Why?"

Jeremy lifted his other hand and a flame appeared from his finger tip. It was a power he'd stolen the other night from the witch Serena. That was the only way he could get a power. And now he wanted Piper's.

Piper screamed as Jeremy launched towards her, and lifted her hands to protect herself. Luckily her power to freeze kicked in and she froze her boyfriend before he could stab her. The only problem was the elevator froze too. She was stuck between floors.

The next floor wasn't too far away. She could crawl onto it, but the scene unfroze just as she was crawling out and Jeremy grabbed her leg, trying to pull her back in. She searched around for something to help her, and then saw a plank of wood. She turned and swung the wood, clattering Jeremy's head with it. He fell to the ground, giving her a chance to escape with her life. She needed to get home.


"Did you let a cat into the house?" Prue asked, walking into the kitchen to see the three Winchester brothers sitting around the table. She glared at Dean as she realized they were all drinking whiskey. He and Sam could do what they wanted, but their little brother was still only 18. He was underage.

Phoebe followed Prue, stroking the cat that she'd found wandering around the house.

"No," Dean waved his hand, "But I can freeze things."

"Really?" Phoebe raised an eyebrow, confused at that, "I'd have thought you'd move things with your mind. That's what Prue can do."

"That's what I can do." Adam grinned.

"So you have premonitions like me?" Phoebe looked at Sam with a big grin.

"If that's what you call them," Sam shrugged with a frown. They'd all drank the bottle of whiskey between them and were now on a second one. Dean seemed to have a secret stash of the stuff hidden somewhere. It looked like he'd picked up his dad's drinking habits, "I don't like them. Want to tell me what the hell is going on, Phoebs?"

"We're witches," Phoebe nodded her head, "We're the Charmed Ones."

"No," Dean shook his head, trying not to let his words slur together, "We're not witches. I won't let us be witches. That would mean I'd have to kill all of us."

Everyone frowned and looked at the eldest Winchester with concern. But they couldn't ask any questions as the front door slammed shut, and Piper called out for everyone.

"In here!" Phoebe called, and had to jump out of the way of the door as Piper came rushing in. Dean quickly sobered up as he saw the emotional state that Piper was in. Mascara had run down her cheeks, and her bangs were sticking to her forehead. She looked like she'd been running.

"What's happened?" He asked, worry in his voice.

"Lock the doors, check the windows," Piper informed everyone, "We don't have a lot of time. Phoebe, in the Book of Shadows, did it say how to get rid of a..."

"Warlock?" Phoebe asked. Dean's frown deepened as he looked at his younger cousin. He'd never come up against a warlock before, but he had come up against witches. And they weren't the easiest things to kill.

Dean didn't wait for an answer from Phoebe, though, "Sam, with me."

Sam didn't question where the order or sense of urgency came from. He just followed his brother out of the back door and down the driveway to the Impala. Dean quickly opened the trunk. There was nothing in there. At least, that's what Sam thought until he saw the bottom lifted up. It was a false bottom and there was something in there. As he checked the trunk more carefully, he'd seen a few sigils around it. What the hell was his brother into?

When he saw the armoury his brother had in the trunk of his car, he was even more shocked. Seriously, what crap had his brother gotten himself into? What had Dad gotten him into?

"Take these into the house, Sammy," Dean told his brother, handing him a duffel back of weapons. Dean quickly grabbed a range of rifles, a couple of pistols, and an extra load of rounds for everything. As much as he could carry if he was honest, "Sammy, into the house!"

Sam nodded and rushed in. Dean wasn't that far behind him.

"What the hell is all that?" Prue screamed, looking down at the artillery the Winchesters had brought in.

"You cannot have guns in the house!" Phoebe looked at her cousins, fear in her eyes, "And they won't kill warlocks."

"No, but they'll hold him off while we figure out what to do," Dean told her, "Get up those stairs and check that book of yours. Find us a way to kill a warlock."

Phoebe didn't question anymore. She just nodded her head.

"And take Adam and Piper with you."

Adam wanted to argue, but the look from his eldest brother told him not to. He and Piper quickly ran out of the room with Phoebe. They would find a way.

"You know about warlocks?" Prue asked her cousin, concern filling her dark brown eyes.

"If we survive tonight, I'll tell you all about it," Dean promised, "There is a lot more that I know. For now, just know that rock salt is one of the best things to protect us until Phoebe finds another option."

Dean quickly loaded some of the rifles for his brother and cousin and then handed them both one, "The kickbacks a bitch when you're first learning. Be careful."

"Dean..." Sam started with a frown, but Dean shook his head.

"I'll explain everything later, Sammy," Dean promised again, "We need to get through this first. Let's get up to the others."

Dean was in full hunter mode as he made his way through the house. He could sense the fear and confusion from his cousin and brother, but they would have to wait for now. He just needed to get them up to the attic. Hopefully, Phoebe had found an answer in that damned book. And then when this was all over, he was going to burn it and find a way to get rid of these powers. He needed a way to save his family before other hunters came after them.

"I found something," Phoebe smiled as they reached the attic. Piper and Adam were already laying out candles, "I think Grams was running low on supplies, though. She had a birthday candle for the ninth one."

"I've got the poppet." Adam held up a small doll.

"So, now it's just the spell," Piper said, "But I want to make this stronger first."

Piper grabbed the poppet and placed a rose on it, "You love will wither and depart from my life and my heart. Let me be, Jeremy, and go away forever." She pushed the rose thorn into the poppet, before placing it into a pot in the middle of a small table.

Prue, Sam and Dean stood around the three witches at the table, hoping and praying that this would work. The pot exploded and then Phoebe placed her hand on the pot, being dragged into a premonition.

"It didn't work." She looked around at her family members.

"How do you know?" Prue asked.

"I saw Jeremy when I touched the pot," she explained, "He's on his way here."

"Damn it," Dean cursed and then pulled his little brother up off the floor, "Right, everyone out of the house. Follow me."

Dean led them through the house to the front door. But they were too late, Jeremy was already there. As the girls screamed, Dean fired a shot at Jeremy. It didn't do much, but he did growl in pain.

"Did you really think that was doing to do anything, you stupid witch?" Jeremy growled, his eyes glowing red, "Rock salt is for demons. You hunters know nothing."

Prue decided that it was time to get a handle over her powers, and held out her hand as they backed up into the house. Jeremy flew into a wall, hitting it hard.

"Get out of here!" Prue screamed at her family, but instead of running out the back door, they all went back up to the attic. Prue and Dean growled at them, following them up the stairs.

"Nice parlor trick, bitch," Jeremy shouted as they ran, "I look forward to killing you and stealing that."

The Halliwells and Winchesters put as much as they could up against the door, but it would be no use. Jeremy had the power to move things with his mind, too. As they kept placing items by the door, they would be moved without anyone touching them.

"We're trapped." Adam said, looking around the attic in the hope for an escape.

"Then we face him together." Sam said, but wasn't sure how.

"What about the spell on the back of the spirit board?" Prue suggested, "Anyone remember it?"

"The Power of Three will set us free," Phoebe nodded, "I think both sets of us can say it."

"We say it together." Dean informed everyone.

As Jeremy walked into the attic, both sets of siblings said the spell. Strong winds blew around them and a circle of fire surrounded them, but they continued to chant. They would not let this warlock win.

"You won't win this fight!" Jeremy shouted during his vanquish, "You may get rid of me, but there are many more. Your hunter cousin knows that, Piper. You kill one, more will come. We are Hell on Earth!"

With that Jeremy exploded. The wind and fire disappeared as if it was never there. The two sets of cousins just looked at each other.

"So, that's the Power of Three?" Adam asked.

"The Power of Three Times Two." Phoebe grinned at her baby cousin.


Despite others being up, Prue was the one to answer the knocking at the door. It was probably a good idea, as she saw Andy standing on the other side. He held a cup of coffee in his hand, along with a paper.

"Morning!" Prue smiled, "This is a surprise."

"Well, I was feeling guilty about that bad cup of coffee," Andy smiled, "I wanted to make it up to you."

"So you brought me good coffee?" Prue questioned, "And my paper?"

Andy smiled and handed her the newspaper, but kept the coffee, "The coffee is, uh, mine. I was thinking dinner. Unless you're afraid."

"Afraid of what?"

"You know, having a good time, stirring up old memories, rekindling an old flame."

"Hmm, good point," Prue nodded, "Better not."

"Okay," Andy smiled, "Friday night, eight o'clock?" when Prue didn't answer right away, Andy's face dropped, "You're hesitating."

"Yes, but it's not what you think," Prue smiled, "My life just got a little bit complicated. Can I call you?"

Andy nodded, mentioned that she had his number and then left. Prue couldn't help but feel guilty as she shut the door behind her.

"You should have said yes." Phoebe shook her head as Prue walked back into the living room. Her five cousins had all heard the conversation. They were waiting for her to return so they could hear the truth from Dean Winchester. He was sitting with his phone in his hand, turning it around in his hand, looking down at the floor in deep thought.

"Do witches even date?"

"They get the best guys." Piper smiled.

"You can't keep your powers," Dean shook his head, "None of us can."

"Why not?" Adam asked, "What do you know, bro?"

Dean sighed. He didn't want his family finding out about any of this at all, let alone like this. But he had promised them the truth last night. They'd made it out alive against the warlock, and he needed to tell them what he'd been up to for the last eight years.

"Mom was killed by a demon," Dean finally figured out the best place to start, "I don't know all the details. Dad and Bobby wouldn't tell me, but I know Dad has been tracking that demon all these years."

"What did the demon want?" Sam asked, "I mean, Mom died in Adam's nursery."

"Dad thinks he wanted Adam. I don't know," Dean shrugged, "But Dad has spent the last 18 years tracking the evil son of a bitch."

"What about our mom?" Phoebe now asked with a small voice.

"I don't know, Phoebs," Dean offered her an apologetic look, "I'm sorry."

Dean hated having to say that. He genuinely didn't know what killed his Aunt Patty, and whether it even was a demon. John didn't say much about her.

"So, Bobby knows about this?" Prue now asked.

"Yes, there are a few demon hunters out there. They follow wherever the strange, unexplained deaths are. There are a lot of monsters and demons out there. I wouldn't be able to go through all the things I've seen over the years."

"Why did Dad tell you about this and not us?" Adam now asked.

"I pushed him to," Dean admitted, "And Grams told him that he either told me or she would. I was 16 at the time. When he finally told me, I said I wanted to go. I wanted to help get the thing that killed Mom."

"But why didn't he tell us?" Sam repeated his brother's question, "Why didn't you?"

"We wanted you to have a normal life," Dean explained, "You're both a hell of a lot smarter than me. I had nothing but cars. What was I going to miss? You two deserved a normal life."

"No we didn't, Dean."

"I'm not going to argue with you about this, Sammy," Dean warned, "Just believe me when I say that we did it for your own good."

"So, where's your dad now?" Piper asked the one question that nobody really wanted to ask. Dean clenched his jaw and closed his eyes. He didn't want to answer this.

"I'm not sure," Dean sighed, "He left after I got...I did things that you don't want to know. Please don't ask me anymore about that. Dad wanted me to get out before I crossed a line, so I agreed to it. Dad's still out there, somewhere. Bobby keeps checking up on him and letting me know, but he's no longer taking my calls."

As that admission hung in the air, Dean sighed and sat forward. He rested on his knees and looked at each of his brothers and cousins.

"Now these powers," he started, "Witches are evil. They're some of the evilest bitches I've come across. We need to get rid of these powers. If we don't..."

"But we're not evil," Phoebe shook her head, "The Book says that witches can be good or bad. The bad ones are warlocks."

"I've seen witches, Phoebe, I know what they are and what they're capable of," Dean argued, "I don't think we should have these powers."

"I'm not getting rid of mine."

"Me either," Adam defied his brother, "We were born with these."

"How do we know? That incantation could have turned us into witches. We have no idea what evil now holds our souls."

"Dean, let's keep them for now," Prue sighed, "I've looked through the Book too and it does say that witches have a choice. As long as we choose to use them for good, then we're good. I get that you're scared, but we'll work as a democracy on this. Who here doesn't want to keep their powers right now?"

Dean and Piper both raised their hands. When Prue asked who did, the remaining four raised their hands. Dean and Piper were outnumbered.

"You're making a mistake." Dean shook his head and walked out of the house. He needed to think. Needed to decide what he was going to do now.

"He'll come around." Sam sighed, but he was in two minds about the situation. Right now, he thought keeping his powers would be the better option. Maybe he'd get some answers that he'd needed for a long time.


So, what did you think of the way I changed the first episode of Charmed? As I said, I'll be doing this with a few episodes of both Charmed and Supernatural-mainly the first season episode.

I'd love to hear what you think. I love reading reviews :)