The Hunter and The Wiccan

Awakened

Dean stood beside Piper's bedside, looking at her pale face, she looked like she was sleeping and he kept waiting for her to wake up but she just… didn't, she didn't even so much as twitch. It was painful, seeing her laying on that bed, hooked up to all those tubes and machines, knowing he couldn't do anything about it because this wasn't demons or monsters or anything he could work with, this was something much worse, this was a disease that she got from a freaking bug, this… this was something he couldn't fight, something he couldn't shoot or stab or exorcise, he couldn't do anything but stand there and watch her lay there, in a coma, knowing that she could die any second and he wouldn't be able to do a thing about it.

"Why won't you wake up?" He asked, brushing her hair away from her face "Please, Piper." Suddenly Phoebe, Prue and Sam rushed into the room with a poppet and a cup of blood.

"What the hell is going on? What are you doing?" Dean questioned, watching the sisters put the blood on the doll

"We're waking Piper up, now shush." Prue told him before they placed their hands on the poppet and Piper and started chanting "Troubled blood with sleeps unease, remove the cause of this disease." The door started to open and the brothers quickly rushed to press their combined weight against the door, slamming it shut, making the doctor yell out before banging on the door.

"Sorry, Doc, can't get it open! Hurry up!" Dean said, whispering the last part to the sisters

"Sleep eternal never more, and shift this source of illness borne, to this poppet whom none shall mourn." They finished chanting and the silence was deafening as they all waited for Piper to wake up or show any signs of life whatsoever… but nothing happened.

"Why isn't she waking up?" Dean asked, gazing at the still comatose Piper

"I don't know, it should have work-" Prue started to say, voice saturated with tears, before being cut off by Piper abruptly springing forward, making everyone smile in relief, now breathing easier. Prue and Phoebe immediately went over and hugged her tightly while Sam and Dean opened the door for the doctor who froze in shock at seeing Piper awake and being smothered by her sisters.

"What's up, Doc?" Dean quipped, still smiling broadly

"This doesn't make any sense. It's not possible!" The doctor said, rambling on, looking bewildered, before telling Piper that she was free to leave.

"Okay, we're going to go get you some clothes and food, sweetie. Oh, I'm so happy your okay." Phoebe told her, giving her a hug before she and Prue left, Sam trailing behind.

"I'm glad you feel better, Piper." Sam said, making her smile and thank him, and with that he went to follow the witches, wincing when he felt something stab his leg, he looked down, confused before shrugging and continued walking. Dean went to follow his brother but stopped and quickly gave her a hug, whispering in her ear "Nice to have you back, princess." Before walking out of the room, without a backwards glance, although if he would have looked back, he would've seen her smile brightly.


Dean was spread across the bed, listening to the news, tiredly, before he heard something that made his eyes snap open and he bolted up, looking at the TV in shock.

"We've identified the initial carrier and we put her and anyone she may have affected in the isolation ward."

"Is it true that P3 was quarantined because it was the source of the outbreak?"

"Oh, crap." Dean swore, quickly grabbing his keys and jacket and walking over to bathroom, banging on the door "Come on, Sammy, we got to go!" He stumbled back when the door suddenly swung open and he was shocked by the sight of his little brother, sweaty and breathing heavily, who looked like he was going to pass out.

"You look terrible, worse than terrible actually, you look like… you look like Piper did." Dean told him, feeling his forehead for a fever and quickly pulled his hand back at how high his fever was.

"Crap. We need to get you to the hospital."

"No, Dean, I'm fine." Sam protested, weakly, before falling into a coughing fit so bad he had to lean against the doorway "I'm… I'm… I'm fine." The wheezing didn't make it very convincing and neither did the fact that he passed out.

"Crap!"


Dean, holding Sam up, walked into the hospital when suddenly Sam glowed a golden color and stood up straight, no longer wheezing, coughing, sweating or anything, he wasn't sick anymore, he wasn't even showing any signs of being sick at all. The two brothers looked at each other, confused, before realization dawned on their faces and they broke out into a run towards quarantine, if the sickness was being caused by the spell that woke Piper from her coma and Sam wasn't sick anymore then that means the spell was canceled and that meant… that meant Piper was comatose again or maybe even… maybe even dead, they barged into the room and saw Piper, lifeless and pale, lying on the bed with doctors surrounding her.

"She's not responding to CPR! Come on, Ms. Halliwell!"


Piper opened her eyes and, looking around, saw herself and her sisters as children as well as her parents and her Grams, laughing and playing around a Christmas tree. She remembered this memory, it was the last Christmas she had with her mother, before she realized it, she was crying.

"It's a beautiful memory." She whirled around to see who said that and saw a man in a trench coat, standing a couple of feet from her

"Who are you?" Piper asked

"I am Castiel, I am an Angel of the Lord and I am here to heal you." He told her in a monotone voice

"Right, why does an Angel care if I die, I'm just one person, surely an Angel of the Lord has more important things to do then heal me?" She asked

"You are a very important person, a very important part of the future, you cannot die, it would prove to be disastrous." He informed her

"Why? Prue and Phoebe are the super witches, not me. Sam and Dean are the fighters, not me. So why is it such a big deal if I die?"

"You don't give yourself enough credit, maybe it is not as obvious as it is in your sisters and the Winchesters but you are a fighter, a warrior, without you, your sisters, would just give up, they would never become the people that they need to be. That is why you are important, that is why you cannot die and most importantly, that is why you have to keep fighting, it is your destiny." He said before pressing two fingers to her forehead.

"Goodbye, Piper Halliwell." Was the last thing she heard before everything went black


"Time of death, 9:40 AM."

Phoebe and Prue were holding onto to Sam, crying, as he tried to comfort them, Dean shut his eyes tightly, hoping this was just a terrible nightmare, and let his head hit the wall behind him. Why did good people have to die? It wasn't fair, all she had ever done was save people, including his brother, and this is what she got, magic turning its back on her, doctors that couldn't help her and nobody to save her. It wasn't fair, she deserved better.

"Wait, I think she's responding. There's a heartbeat." Those words caused everyone to walk closer to the bed, her sisters gazing at Piper with a hopeful expression, and they all sagged in relief, Dean dragging a hand over his face, when she started coughing, the nurse stating that her pulse was strong. She moaned, her head rolling to the side, and her eyes fluttered opened and she smiled at them, weakly.

"Hey. What did I miss?"


Piper heard a knocking on her door and got up to answer it, smiling when she saw Dean standing there with pie and two forks, "I would hate to break tradition." He told her and she nodded, still smiling, stepping aside to let him in and they sat down on her bed and started eating.

"Dean, I am so sorry Sam got sick because of me." Piper apologized

"You don't need to apologize, Piper, it wasn't your fault."

"My sisters cast that spell to save me and it almost killed Sam. How can you not hate us?" She asked

"I've done a lot of dangerous, stupid things to save my brother, I can't really judge, especially when you made them reverse the spell even though you knew you would die, I can't blame you after that." He explained, he had wanted to believe his brother when he said they weren't evil but it was against everything he believed in but then Piper took that blast for Sam and gotten herself badly injured in the process, and today she was willing to die so other people could live, how can you continue believing someone is evil after that?

He had thought that he knew everything about hunting and then he comes here and suddenly nothing makes sense anymore, suddenly there's good magic and witches who aren't actually witches, who save people, and everything is upside down and he just doesn't know what to do anymore because God help him, he actually likes her. She's cute and funny and he could easily imagine being with her, she was the type of girl you settle down with, get married to, start a family with, everything he's always secretly wanted, and it scares the hell out of him, because those kind of things, they don't happen to him, he's not the type of guy who gets a happy ending and in a couple of months he's going to hell, and he already cares about her way too much. So, that's why he got a pie from the fridge and knocked on her door in the middle of the night, he just wanted to hang out with her one last time before he left and never came back, because it's easier that way, it really is because he… he really likes this girl but nothing can ever happen and doesn't that just suck.

"Are you okay? Is your shoulder bothering you? Sam told me you hurt it on your last hunt." Piper asked, running her hands over his shoulder, concerned. When he didn't answer, she looked up, questioningly, and cocked her head when she saw him smiling.

"What are you smiling at?"

"You." He breathed, leaning in slightly

"M-me? That's.. sweet. Really, really sweet." She whispered, blushing slightly

"I've been known to do that every now and then."

"Mm, c-can you please just kiss me now?" She asked and he leaned in and did exactly that, cupping the back of her neck as she wrapped her arms around his. They broke apart and he started kissing her neck, lying them down on the bed.

And that was all she wrote.


Dean sat on the edge of the bed, looking over at Piper who was sound asleep, the moonlight from the window shining on her bare back, he brushed the hair from her face before sighing and grabbing his things to leave.

"You don't have to sneak out, you know." He froze with his hand on the doorknob and turned to see Piper awake, sitting up, clutching the sheet to her chest. She didn't look angry or sad, she just looked understanding which was worse than if she had thrown a lamp at his head, at least he was used to that.

"Look, Piper, you're a great girl and I really do like you but.. I'm not that guy. I'm not the guy who sticks around, Piper, and you deserve that guy, you deserve the best and I'm not that." He explained

"I understand, I really do, and it's okay, I just don't want things to be awkward between us. I don't want anything to change, I want to stay friends, can we do that?" She asked him

"I hope so. You're a really cool girl, you know that?"

"And don't you forget it." She said, jokingly pushing him and they smiled at each other, both wishing things could be different.

"Goodbye, Piper." Dean got up, grabbing his things, and headed to the door, looking back at Piper, noting how beautiful she was, he smiled regretfully.

"Goodbye, Dean." When the door closed, she flopped back on her bed and let the tears fall, crying into her pillow.

Dean let his head fall back against the door, listening to the sounds of her crying and hating that he was the reason, and closed his eyes tightly, once again wishing that things could be different, he sighed heavily before walking towards Sam's room. It was time to leave.


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I'm not sure if I got the characters right, if I didn't, I'm really sorry and I'll try to do better next time.

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