Almost

"Bekah, you're up early," said my sister, Prudence. She never liked that name, so I always shortened it to Prue, just like our aunt.

"Yeah," I yawned, "no thanks to Wyatt."

I grabbed up my box of cereal from the cupboard and poured it into an empty bowl since I didn't have the stomach for a big breakfast. Eggs, bacon and pancakes? It was a little too much for me so earlier in the day. Just milk and cereal for me, thank you.

"Hey," I began as I sat down next to Prue. "Who are those guys outside with mom?"

Prue simply shrugged. "No clue, but do tell why you decided to wear that hideous pink shirt with faded yellow pajama pants? It is not a very cute look for you."

I rolled my eyes at her, but didn't argue with her since she knew everything about fashion and beauty related subjects. Of course, I wasn't exactly ugly, but Prue was most definitely the most beautiful girl here.

Well, I was only moderately pretty because of her anyways. Without her fashion tips, I would have been a lost cause. It was nice to have a sister like her around, but she could be annoying too along with the rest of my family.

"Bekah is always cute!" Wyatt chipped in much to my annoyance.

I rolled my eyes at him, knowing he was just trying to get on my nerves. Sadly, it was working as always.

Before I could reply with a smart-ass comment, we all froze; there was a huge crash from inside the living room followed by a groan from our mother.

"The Grandfather clock," we all said in unison.

The kitchen door swung open and in walked in the last Halliwell, Chris. We all turned to look at him as he shook his head. "That clock is always in the shop every other week," he mumbled, "I'm surprised that guy hasn't jacked up the price on us yet."

Wyatt chuckled, "How mad is mom?"

"Pissed off doesn't even begin to describe her mood."

"What happened?" I asked wondering whom mom was going to kill.

"You know that guy in the dark jacket?" Chris said as he piled on pancakes and egg onto his plate. We all nodded. "He bumped into it 'accidently.'"

I raised any eyebrow at him, knowing that he didn't believe that.

"How does someone bump into that huge thing accidently?" Prue didn't believe it either. "Especially someone as cute as him."

"Just because he is cute, does not mean he is smooth like me," Wyatt said proudly.

Prue and I exchanged looks, smiled and then began laughing. However, mother walked in fussing and fuming. All four of us exchanged looks before jumping up and rushing into the foyer.

There were the three men standing as still as stone; Chris walked back into the kitchen, most likely to tell mom that she should unfreeze them soon. Prue walked back to finish her breakfast and Wyatt stood there for a while longer with me.

"Hey, do you wanna play a prank on them?" He nudged me in the side.

I shook my head at first; but looking back at all three, knowing they would be frozen for at least a whole hour made me rethink the offer. How could I give up an opportunity like this?

At least that is what I thought until our father walked in. He frowned at the frozen people, but his eyes widened when he turned to the man in the trench coat.

He looked at Wyatt and me in fear. "What happened? Why are they frozen?"

"Mom did it." I shrugged.

"Piper! Piper," Dad called out, a hint of fear in his voice.

Wyatt glanced down at me, as if I knew what was going on, but I only shrugged as I moved out of the way for mom to get through.

"What, Leo?" She snapped, clearly still irritated.

"You froze Castiel! An angel of God; he is of a higher order than white lighters!" Dad shouted. He was freaking out over what seemed to me to be nothing.

Mom growled, "Well how was I supposed to know? Not like he told me."

"Piper," Dad whined, "unfreeze him before all heaven lashes out at us."

"For one angel?" I scoffed.

"For an angel of God-"

"So, I'm not special?" Wyatt pouted all of a sudden.

"Piper-"

"Wait-"

"Okay, okay!" Mom threw her hands up in surrender. With one gesture, she unfroze the three men; they all spun around, trying to wrap their mind around the fact there were more people in foyer now. Yet, none of them understood how they got there until the one in the trench coat, spotted Dad.

"Leo? Were you not an Elder last time we met?" The angel had a deep, scratchy voice that went rather nicely with his appearance. Although, I thought an angel's voice was supposed to sound as sweet and silky as honey.

"That was years ago, Castiel," Dad said with a frown. "You didn't hear?"

Castiel slowly turned his head to my mother and then back to Dad before saying, "I do not believe I need to hear anything. You gave up your wings for a witch." He seemed to spit out that last part as if it was the most disgusting thing in the world.

I crossed my arms and clenched my jaw. "Hey, you have a problem with witches?"

"Yes I do," he stated plainly.

"Cas," one of the other guys said, quickly intervening. "Sorry, excuse him. He is very straightforward; he doesn't understand the meaning of being polite. Also, he has short-term memory, since he seems to have forgotten that we will need your family's help with a big issue. So, now you two run along so we can talk to your mommy and daddy."

I looked up at Wyatt and we both raised an eyebrow.

"Um…" Wyatt looked back at the others. "I'm twenty-two, I think I can stay. Bekah, you will have to leave."

"I'm almost 18, why should I leave?" I snapped. "I'm almost legally an adult…"

"Almost is never good enough." Wyatt patted my head, directing me back into the kitchen. I elbowed him in the ribs and stood next to Dad, knowing he would never dismiss me. He was all for treating everyone as equals in the household, which included letting us in on serious occasions.

The guy in the dark jacket, who had spoken down to me earlier, seemed as if he was about to say something, but Mom cut in first.

"Wyatt, go gather your brother and sister from the kitchen. Family meeting right now."

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