Chapter 2
"What the hell! Lookout!" Sam yelled.
Another energy ball came flying in seemingly from nowhere.
Piper screamed "Wyatt Nursery! Paige get them outta here" and in an instant the guys were in the Impala w/ Paige in the backseat. They started to get out and go back to the Manor to join the fight. But Paige Magically held the doors shut and said "you need to leave for now – Piper is handling it." The windows were down and they could hear the blasts inside the house.
"But…" The Winchesters protested in unison, only to be cut off.
"You can't help us until you learn about our demons and we need you to teach us about yours. I know you have an arsenal in the trunk of this baby, but it's all useless in there."
The explosions inside the house had stopped.
"See?" Paige continued "You drove all night and it's lunch time now. Go to the motel that is like ten miles up the road, it has a diner next door. You need some rest and… maybe a shower?" She smirked at Dean. "Piper is a chef; she's planning a big dinner. Come back at eight-o-clock. We have lots to discuss."
When Sam looked back toward the house, Phoebe was a few feet from the car – her sweater was torn and Sam almost jumped through the window asking "Are you OK?"
He reached out and touched her arm as she approached the Impala. She stopped cold, shuttered and gasped. "Oh my god, did I hurt you?" He asked. "No," she said. "I just had a premonition."
"About…?" Sam asked, concerned, as he continued to rub her arm.
Paige smiled as she saw Phoebe turn bright red; 'I bet I know what Phoebe saw' she thought.
As Phoebe stammered something an accident at dinner later, Paige said "Well I better go inside with Pheebs and clean up so we're ready at 8." She patted Dean's shoulder. He grabbed her hand "Do you need our help with the mess in there? It sounded like a few bombs went off." He used both of his hands to hold her one. He stroked between her fingers with his... His touch was much more sensual than one concerned for a cleanup effort.
Paige could feel her face getting flushed and she smiled… "No, we'll get it. If you wanna do something, you can bring wine tonight."
"Will-do!" Dean let her hand go slowly and smiled. Paige jumped out of the car and the two sisters walked to the house together, hand in hand.
They walked through the door and Piper said "were you running?"
"What?" "Why?"
Piper smiled, "You both are red-faced and I bet it has to do with those two hunters that watched you walk all the way back to the house. The door closed and they heard the Impala start with a growl and pull away…
While Paige and Phoebe walked to the house both Sam and Dean watched every step. Dean howled "Damn, that Paige! I am gonna have me a hot witchy woman!"
Sam smiled "She's amazing…" he muttered.
Dean said, "Yes, she is, and if you cock-block me I will beat your ass. You know I love a good piece of angel food cake."
"Paige's cake is Angel-Adjacent"
"Close Enough"
"Dean," Sam said, "I was talking about Phoebe, Paige seems great, but Phoebe," sigh "is amazing. And, you shouldn't – we shouldn't" he sighed harder this time, "We shouldn't get involved with them. You heard Paige say we have to work together FOREVER. You can't just fuck her like she's some random girl in some no-name town you'll never see again."
"You are right." Dean sighed, looking sad and then he smiled like a Cheshire cat. "I won't fuck her like a 'random girl'. I will fuck her like she's the last woman I'm ever gonna fuck. I'll make her feel special – all over."
"How chivalrous, Jerk."
"Damn straight, I am, Bitch. I'm starvin, let's get some food." Dean said as he started the car and pulled away from the Manor.
Paige was knocking on Phoebe's door… When she opened it up, Paige said "so, exactly how hot does he look without his clothes?" Phoebe turned bright red again. "Paige, please…"
"No! Dish the details, sister! I've had a bit of a dry spell and need the dirt!" Phoebe could not keep the huge smile off her face. "He is HOT... But I did not see him naked, he was wearing a dress shirt, no tie and put his jacket around me… We were at Golden Gate Park, at dawn. I saw the most passionate kiss I've ever had… He was just holding me up to his mouth – he is sooo tall."
Paige smirked "Great. Sounds like you can have some fun with him a while…"
Phoebe stopped her by holding up her hand over Paige's mouth. "I also had a strong empathetic reaction to Dean."
Paige bristled, a little hurt. Did she just imagine that Dean flirted with her? He does seem to be flirty all the way around; he made that wise-crack about Piper being married before he even said 'Hello'.
"Dean? Dean was crushing on you?"
"No, sis, not me - you." Paige smiled and blushed. Phoebe laughed "It was no crush. It was so strong –I almost couldn't control my power, like when I was first learning it… His desire was rolling off him in waves. I almost kissed you. That would have been awkward." They both laughed.
Then Piper came in. "Hey you two – you know getting involved with either of them is a HUGE mistake, right? We are going to work with them - forever. It could get messy."
Paige pouted, "Double standard, much – Mrs. I-banged-and-then-married-my-white-lighter? They're not even magical!"
"I am not saying you can't have some fun with them. Just make sure no one gets attached. They will still have to travel a lot and I don't see you two just sitting around and waiting on them."
They sighed; then Phoebe smiled. "Who says Paige can't orb us to them or orb them to us during down time?" Paige said "Riiiight, I can do that. Anytime."
Piper huffed "Just be ready for dinner on time. I am going to the kitchen and Leo is going to give the boys and bath and put them to bed - hopefully we can get Wyatt to sleep before they get here. Otherwise, he'll be a "terrible two" for sure!"
Sam was lounging on his bed watching the fluorescent light flicker overhead... Dean had already been in the shower for 20 minutes. He was going to use all the hot water. And yet, Sam didn't even care. He laughed to himself that a COLD shower might be better anyway.
He got flushed just thinking about Phoebe. He couldn't explain it; when he was so concerned for her and he touched her arm, he could feel it. It was passion, pure and sensual, not lusting. He was smiling to himself, when he kind of frowned as he remembered - at that very same time she had a premonition of him spilling water or something at dinner. While it allowed him to flirt - saying something like he can hope to avoid it, now that she told him his future, etc., it was not the reaction he had hoped his touch would bring to her. 'I guess she didn't feel it back' he thought. But it's there, and he can get her to feel it too; maybe ask her to take a walk with him after dinner tonight. She was so small and petite. He wanted to wrap himself around her and hold her.
Dean yelped. He hadn't noticed that the water was getting cold and suddenly he was freezing. He was lost thinking about Paige's lips, her creamy skin and her bare shoulder, and her great ass. Did he even wash his hair? He couldn't remember, so he washed it (again?) to be safe.
Sam was pounding on the door. "Would you get outta there? You know I need more time with my hair." Dean shut off the water and wrapped a towel around his waist. He opened the door and said "it's all yours, Fabio".
Sam slapped his back – hard. Dean yelped "Ouch, you're a dick!"
Sam didn't feel guilty as he smiled innocently at his brother "I bet that leaves a mark."
Sam took his cold shower and dried his hair. He came out of the bathroom and Dean was wearing jeans and an ACDC T-shirt.
"No. No. No." Sam said. "We're gonna wear suits – no tie. They invited us to dinner at 8. That means the kids will be in bed and it will be a nicer evening, not family time w/ pizza or wings or burgers."
"How the hell do you get all that out of 'eight-fucking-o-clock'?
"I know civilized things. Plus, Paige asked us to bring wine, not beer. Also, 'fuck' is not a polite dinner word, so keep it to a minimum"
"Ok, I'll wear the dress shirt and jacket, but with my jeans and boots. An' I will avoid saying 'fuck' as much as possible. But I say we take some beer anyway, in case we get invited to stick around and 'socialize'." Dean made air quotes, smiled and waved his eyebrows up and down.
"Fair enough." Sam decided Dean's idea about jeans was a good one, though he wouldn't tell him that.
As they drove over to the house, Sam was thinking about how he was almost bursting just to see Phoebe again. Dean was smirking and picturing Paige in what she wouldn't be wearing later…
At the same time, they each huffed, looked away and said "I know we said we shouldn't but..." and laughed hard.
Sam began "Clearly neither of us has any intention of staying away from these women. So all I ask is that you make damn sure if Paige agrees to your advances, she understands you aren't the boyfriend type; you're a slut." He held his hand up in Dean's face before he could even protest. "Don't deny it. It's who you are, so let her know. We're gonna have to rely on her to save our asses and I don't want her scorned.. Hell hath no fury, you know the rest."
"Whadda ya mean 'if', bitch?"
"She could shoot you down, Jerk"
There was a note on the door – "just come in- kids are asleep." Sam opened the door and peaked in, Piper was setting a platter on the table and said "come in." He held up the wine and she smiled, saying "great!" as she walked out to greet them. They brought white and red; all bases covered.
Dean held up the beer "We weren't sure how long this party was gonna last, so we wanted to be prepared." Piper said "Leo's in the kitchen – He'll help find room in the fridge" and motioned for Dean to follow her. Piper was wearing a slinky red dress with something sparkly on it. As he walked across the foyer, he said "You look hot, and this looks great." gesturing to the table. "Leo's one lucky S.O.B." Sam groaned as he walked across the foyer and said "Yes, Piper, you look lovely. Thanks for having us over. We don't get much home cooked…"
Sam was at the bottom of the stairs handing the wine to Piper when Paige came down saying "Piper, I need zipped before they.. Oh!" Dean stopped cold in his tracks and spun around. He smiled and his green eyes perked up to try to get a better view. He was clearly offering to help.
Sam was closer and so Paige took the opportunity to tease Dean. She lifted her long hair and turned to Sam "Help a girl out, would ya?"
He swallowed hard and very politely zipped her up, saying "This is a beautiful dress." She spun around, said "Thanks!" and squeezed his shoulder.
'Wow! Good for you, Pheebs!' she thought to herself.
Always the gentleman, Sam offered her his hand and guided her down the last step. Dean just stared at her. She was gorgeous. He usually didn't go for the 'fancy' look (anything more than jeans) on women and she looked so amazing this morning, he didn't imagine she could look better dressed up, but he was going crazy. Her green dress had cutouts so her shoulders were bare and also parts of her sides.
Dean wanted an excuse to touch her as she walked toward him. She held out her hands and he thought she was going to hug him. He blushed, embarrassed, as she grabbed the beer from him, flashed a smile and said "I'll take care of that for you." He was still in awe and stammered out a "Thanks." as he watched her walk past him and into the kitchen. Piper followed her, calling "Leo!"
"Someone is smitten!" Phoebe's voice came from behind Sam. Dean snapped out of 'Paige vision' and turned to her.
Before Sam could say 'Hello', he heard "Can I help you finish getting dressed?" Dean's eyebrows were dancing lewdly as Sam scowled at him.
"Sorry, all done." Phoebe smiled but didn't even look at Dean. Her eyes were fixed with Sam's. She actually gasped at how handsome he was in that shirt and jacket. Wait! That is the same outfit from her premonition. She blushed just thinking about it again. Sam offered her his hand as she came down the steps. She was wearing a tight, strapless, dark purple top. It was sort of shiny – satin or silk maybe? She had another one of those jackets that only covered her arms. It was the kind of material that you could see through and matched the color of her top. Her skirt was short, black leather and she looked perfect.
"You look amazing." Sam said.
Phoebe blushed and smiled. "You look very… handsome."
Dean watched Sam and Phoebe. 'Oh shit' he thought to himself 'she's already in love with that Sasquatch'. Nice. There goes Sam's "Don't let them get too attached" plan.
Piper and Leo came out of the kitchen with more food and Paige followed with the wine, now opened.
"Come sit down" she said and Dean almost ran the few feet to Paige's side. Sam and Phoebe followed.
Leo helped Piper with her chair and Dean realized he should do the same for Paige. As he scooted her to the table, he leaned down to her ear and said "Sammy's wrong. This dress is just pretty, it's only beautiful because it's on you." She could feel his breath on her bare shoulder and she could hardly control herself. Her eyes flashed brightly and she beamed at him. He smiled from ear to ear – he saved himself from the earlier stammering.
Dinner went great. They gave overviews on enemies and some of the basic tools/weapons used to combat them. The salt, holy water, and goofer dust was not used by the witches and certainly not the guns. Dean commented that they had never had cause to stock potions. But he said sometimes they used a few spells. When he asked about the attack from that morning, the sisters were amazed they had never seen an energy ball.
The brothers mentioned that the house needed some protection symbols and devil traps. Sam said "I've noticed that you all have tattoos but they are not all the same. Do they provide you magical benefits or protection?"
Piper said "We have different tattoos because they have meaning for us, but they don't make our powers stronger or give specific protection."
Sam and Dean exchanged glances and Dean said "well, you all need one more." They opened their shirts and showed the anti-possession tattoo.
"And do it soon." Sam said.
Dean added "If you really think our worlds are colliding, you may want to consider something for your boys too." He motioned to Piper and Leo, who looked shocked.
"I'm not saying a tattoo, but maybe draw it on them or at least put it on every piece of clothing they own." Sam softened the conversation. "We'll think about it and come up with options."
"Wyatt has a magical shield he can put up to stop demons – It's like a bubble" Phoebe said.
"Better make sure it's fool-proof. They can, and do possess anyone who is not protected. I can't imagine what would happen if someone with Wyatt's power became a meat suit for a demon." Dean stated. Realizing the mood was tense, he smiled and winked. "I will selflessly volunteer to look you ladies over – top to bottom - and help you decide where to put your new ink… Leo, you're on your own, dude."
Sam groaned "Leo, do the chest. It's a classic and concealed."
Dean leaned to Paige and wispered "Maybe we can talk about yours more later?" She nodded and smiled.
After dessert, Sam and Dean washed and dried the dishes, while Leo put them away. All the while the three of them enjoyed 'guy talk', drinking the beer Dean brought.
As they finished cleaning up, it was nearly 1:30 am. Piper grabbed Leo and said, "we're gonna have kids up in less than 5 hours; let's hit they hay."
The other four, not ready to say goodnight, decided to go for a drive and it was unusually clear, so Phoebe suggested they go to Golden Gate Park where they guys could get a rare view of the bridge at night.
'Well done, Pheebs.' Paige thought to herself as they climbed into the Impala. 'You go after that premonition!'