WARNING – I have changed my synopsis to fit with where I am going with this…more characters were added also, I suggest you go back and read what I've changed or you'll be confused! Thanks for your support :) I have big plans for this story now!
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Pickle Paige – Yes it does have Thomas, he's in a show I watch now and I just love him. Jess is a whitelighter now! I changed it. She won't have Paige's powers; she'll have a form of Prue's, like prophesied in the book of shadows. Billie is a witch and dating Henry in this story, she's also on the Council of Elder Witches.
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"We're your sisters."
"Come again?" I said.
"We're your sisters." Phoebe repeated.
I laughed hysterically. Both of them looked shocked by my reaction and then Piper just looked annoyed, glaring at me.
"You're crazy—crazy witches."
Piper rolled her eyes. "Hunters." she scoffed.
"You sure she's a hunter?" Phoebe asked as if I was not standing right there.
"That could be the only reason for her wearing that." Piper said, waving her hand.
I scoffed and looked down at myself, no longer laughing. I was wearing Kim's old jeans, army boots, one of Dean's grey Henley's and a leather jacket. My knife stuck out of the top of my boot, a hunter's bracelet graced my wrist, which was clearly visible seeing as I had my sleeves rolled up.
On my neck, I had my locket, the first and most memorable present; John Winchester had given his only daughter. Yeah we had been tight, but usually he had given me weapons, not what I would call a nice birthday gift.
Thrown up in a casual pony my boring brown hair had black and blonde streaks of extensions underneath, feathers and beads were thrown into the mix just to show I did have some style. No make-up graced my skin considering running away from the baddies caused sweat to wash it away.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I snapped, offended.
"Not to mention the bracelet or the tattoo—" Piper added. I slammed my hand over my heart covering my only 'approved' tattoo to ward off demon possession; it must have been sticking out from the top of my shirt, "—the knife sticking out of her boot—she wasn't that frightened by Shax, mostly just looked confused, and her rude behaviour resembles ones most hunters have."
"Oh, good points." Phoebe nodded.
"Okay listen here witches—I am a hunter which means I know how to kill you, now get out of my way and let my brother and I go."
"Oh she thinks—" Piper chuckled.
"Honey, we're not evil." Phoebe assured. "We're the good guys."
I slightly believed her against my better judgement; Dean would so be kicking my ass for thinking she was telling the truth.
"Right," I said, "then you wouldn't mind letting us go."
"Um actually, you need to help us vanquish Shax," Piper said, "before he kills you."
"Shax? Blue guy? Whatever. Look witches if you wanted a partnership, there is no need to kidnap us and state 'we're your sisters', oh and no vanquishing necessary, I've got a gun that'll do the job."
"Yes 'blue guy'." Piper snapped. "There's no way to kill Shax without the power of three—"
I put my hand up cutting her off. "Well then get your power of three and leave me the hell alone."
I started forward but they both grabbed my arms, shoving me backwards. I stared at them in annoyance.
"You are part of the power of three." Phoebe said. "You're our sister—we're sisters."
"Okay listen here," I said, "you're not my sisters—I don't even know who the hell you are—move out of my way before I take you down, 'good' witches or not."
Phoebe and Piper exchanged a look. "We know you were adopted and that your adoptive parents died in a fire because of a hit The Source of all Evil placed on them and you."
"How do you know about that?" I demanded. "Did you do some spell? Are you reading my mind huh? Fucking witches always brewing fucking potions of violating privacy."
"We really need to wash her mouth out with soap." Phoebe said eyebrows raised. "Must be those hunters influencing her."
"We know because our mother, Patty Halliwell and your father, John Winchester told us." Piper insisted.
Now I definitely didn't believe them, Dad was dead after all, I felt like punching them just for bringing him into it.
"Interesting story—move it or loose it sister." I cursed myself mentally for calling her sister.
"There's more." Piper informed.
"I'm sure there is but I'm really not interested to hear more of this bull shit."
"Well that's too damn bad because you're gonna."
I stared at her. "Yeah, I don't think so." I went to reach for my knife but what Phoebe said next stopped me.
"She gave you up for a reason Primrose—I can assure you it was a good one."
I looked up at her, in shock. Dad had always said that to me when I asked him why I was 'abandoned' by my mother. He always insisted there was a good reason, that I should not question it. Whenever I asked, Dad did only have good things to say about my biological mother, which is a little suspicious considering he claimed to have no concrete memory of her.
"Don't you want to know that reason?" Piper asked.
I stood straight up, crossing my arms over my chest, eyes narrowed. Phoebe looked at Piper and they seemed to both take it as a sign to continue speaking.
"Mom, she wanted you, she did but you see, we're the prophesized Charmed Ones, good witches that save innocents on a daily basis from evil—a force to be reckoned with."
"With Prue," Piper added. I raised an eyebrow, "our older sister."
"And now with you." Phoebe smiled.
"You lost me at prophesized." I sighed, slowly growing tiresome with this nonsense.
"There's only supposed to be three Charmed Ones—and hunters and witches they're not supposed to be together—its forbidden by the Councils…we've always been long time enemies yet we work on the same side…" Phoebe continued.
"I'm aware of the feud between witches and hunters." I snapped, rolling my eyes.
Everyone knew about that, well everyone except Dean maybe. He always fell asleep when Sam would drone on about the feud—he found it fascinating, as did I at times. Not to mention Bobby and Kim were on the Council. Us Winchesters were not so we weren't allowed to go to meetings, hell, we didn't even know who was all on the Council it was very secretive.
"I'm aware that the Hunters Council and the Witches Council only work together with the Elders Council to basically keep everyone peaceful and it's only in dire situations they all unite as one."
"Oh good you must have paid real attention in hunter class then." Piper said.
I glared at her; hunting school was a lot more exciting then this conversation that made no logical sense. "Is there a point to this conversation?"
"The point is, our mom and your dad weren't supposed to be together and they broke that rule—resulting in you."
"No wonder I'm such a rule breaker." I smirked. "Runs in my genes."
"Not to mention there's only supposed to be three charmed ones, they were afraid they'd strip our powers and take back our birth right to be charmed."
"Right and you got your other sister meaning I ain't part of this—"
"You don't understand!" Phoebe snapped, unexpectedly. Piper looked at her with a sad expression.
"What don't I understand?"
"We buried our sister two days ago." Phoebe whispered. I froze as it struck me close to home. "There is no power of three without you."
I stared at their waiting faces. I felt mildly bad about what I was going to do. "Look, I'm sorry about your sister, I really am, I get it, I do, it hurts, you miss her, but I can't replace her."
"That's not—we're not saying you are!" Piper snarled. "No one can replace Prue."
"Right," I said, "I'm not a witch anyway so I can't be all power of whatever."
"Power of three," Phoebe clarified, "Charmed Ones."
I waved her off. "Right, Charmed Ones sorry, my memory's a little dusty on witch facts, I do believe I've heard of you though."
"They taught you witch facts at Huntington?" Piper questioned, surprised.
"Ah no," I chuckled, "my brother, Sam, is fascinated by witches so he pretty much learned it all and taught me a bunch of stuff."
"Huh," Phoebe smirked, "this hunter brother of yours sounds better already."
Piper rolled her eyes before turning back to me. "You are a witch and you're charmed, get over it already, you were forbidden and all that, you are our baby sister, you need to—"
"Seriously you're way over playing this whole 'I'm your sister thing'." I sighed. "Where's the cameras? Are you doing this to show your little witch friends and mock the other side? Real sweet of you."
"For the love of—"
"PRIMROSE!" I heard Sam yell.
"Sammy!" I yelled back. "Kitchen!"
I could just tell a scuffle was about to happen, Sam would totally kick their asses. I heard a loud bang, a gun firing and swearing.
"Leo?" Piper called.
"Cole?" Phoebe added.
They exchanged a look after not getting an answer and turned back to me. "Phoebe stay with—ah!"
A gun was pointed at Piper's temple and she had a look of annoyance on her face. Sam's arm was wrapped around her shoulders holding her against him so she couldn't take off.
"Alright Sammy." I smirked, pulling out my knife and swinging it in my hand.
Phoebe gasped, jumping back. She looked a lot more frightened then Piper did.
"Phoebe do something." Piper ordered.
"He has a gun Piper!" Phoebe cried. "And she has a knife."
Piper rolled her eyes at the obviousness of her statement. "And you're a witch!"
Sam looked at me intently. "Primrose get some car keys—we're getting out of here."
"Where are Leo and Cole?" Piper demanded.
"I shot them." Sam replied, obviously.
Phoebe gasped again, covering her mouth and looking like she might faint.
"Pheebs they'll be—"
"You—Phoebe, get my sister your car keys and I'll let Piper go." Sam insisted.
"Okay, okay, whatever you say, just don't hurt her." Phoebe begged.
She dug around in a purse that was sitting on the counter. "Toss 'em here witchy." I called. She threw them at me and I caught them swiftly. "Sammy, let's go."
I headed for the back door which in all my stupidity and panic I had seemingly missed. I walked into a laundry room to find the actual door leading outside. I twisted the knob but it wouldn't budge. Well no wonder they were not worried about me taking off.
"That doors been jammed for quite some time now." Piper smiled.
I took a step back and kicked my foot at it—the door flew open cracking it in the process.
"Well that's one way to do it." Phoebe said.
"Hey!" Piper snapped. "You're paying for that."
"Consider it payback for my gun." I glared.
Sam nodded at me and I walked out watching on the outside as Sam dragged Piper backwards while a worried Phoebe stared.
"I'm sorry I have to do this," Sam sighed, "but you'll just follow us."
"Please don't!" Phoebe cried just as Sam raised the gun and smacked Piper in the back of the head.
She fell to the floor, unconscious. Phoebe dropped down beside her sister and Sam grabbed my hand pulling me around the house and to the cars. Luckily, it was an automatic I clicked the button and it revealed a Jeep Cherokee.
We climbed in and sped away. I spotted Cole and Phoebe running out the front door waving at us to stop in the mirror.
"I thought you shot him!" I demanded.
"I did." Sam replied. "He's a demon."
"Oh, so good witches are friends with demons."
Sam eyed me out of the corner of his eye. "Never mind." I mumbled. After all I had no right; we had Ruby on our side.
"Call Dean, Hendricksen, Bobby and Ruby."
"Jeez Sam would you like me to rub your shoulders while I'm at it?"
"I'm driving."
"Since when do we care about the law?"
"Primrose." Sam scolded.
I groaned and pulled my phone out making multiple calls.
"I can't get a hold of Dean or Kim, Bobby's line was busy, Hendricksen says he'll look into them and Ruby's reply was to hang up on me so yeah."
"Where the hell are Dean and Kim?" Sam demanded to know.
All I could do was shrug.
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Fifteen minutes before.
Kim looked over at the clock worriedly. Sam and Primrose had been gone an awful long time. She debated whether to wake Dean's sleeping form beside her. He looked so damn cute when he slept but she knew if it was regarding his siblings, she should wake him up.
Kim leaned over and kissed him on the lips.
Dean jolted awake, blinking a couple times before smirking. "I think I like my new alarm clock."
"Hey so I figured, you know, since Sam and Rose aren't back yet, you might want to know..."
Dean shot up. "What?"
"Um yeah—they're not answering their phones either." Dean got off the bed pulling his jeans on in a rush. "Um Dean—"
"Let's go Kim—now."
He didn't wait for her to answer as he threw his clothes on, shrugged on his shoes and jacket, rushing out the motel door. Kim groaned in annoyance before getting up also and dressing as quickly as possibly before following him out the door.
He already had the car idling at the door of the motel. Kim climbed in only to have him take off causing her to smack her head off the dash.
"Jesus, will you calm down!" she roared, putting her seat belt on. "They're probably at the library working on a way to save your ass."
"They would have called."
"Dean—"
"They would have called!" he snapped.
Kim sighed and leaned back against the seat staring out the window. Ever since Sam had died Dean had been acting more protective of his family then usual which was understandable but still to Kim annoying when all she wanted was for him to do the same for her.
That's right, Kim would admit it, she was in love with Dean Winchester, yup, she loved him with all her heart, since the day they met, okay maybe not that soon but you get the point.
Of course Dean was oblivious to this fact and didn't seem interested at all until a couple days ago they were drinking at a bar—drinking a lot and well one thing led to another...and I think you can figure out the rest.
They'd been having an open relationship, if you could call it that, ever since. Really every time he was near her, her heart skipped a beat, all she wanted was his love, but she knew that would never happen.
She wanted to belong to something more then just her and her Dad, known to everyone as Uncle Bobby the brilliant old hunter, Council member, librarian slash teacher of many things supernatural at Huntington school for the 'gifted', kindergarten to grade twelve.
Unless, of course, you hadn't attended all your life, you were required to go for two years to which then you could be listed as a legal hunter and offered protection, weapons and such from the higher ups.
Unfortunately for John Winchester he hadn't know that, so the only person who was actually educated was Prim. She had completed her first year virtually while completing her last year of regular school for mortalhumans; Primrose had been a year ahead of everyone due to her adoptive mother's persistence. She was currently in the middle of her second year at Huntington. Dean and Sam on the other hand—they were illegal hunters and could get in a lot of trouble for it. So could Kim and especially Bobby for not reporting them.
Huntington posed as a private school for world but to a secret department in the government known as the Hunters Council, it was a secret school to train kids that came from hunting families.
Just like the witches, they had a private school for the gifted as well, Magic School. This one wasn't exactly out in the open though, hidden in a place only a witch could reach. Pretty much the same rules applied, the only difference was witches were required to attend four years if not have gone their whole lives.
The Witches Council another part of the government started up Magic School; this was even more discreet seeing as they could not be exposed for obvious reasons. Neither school could in reality. Nobody could know of the secret society among them that was constantly saving the world. In charge of them all was the Elders Council who you did not want to mess with unless you wished for your immediate death.
"You should have woken me up earlier." Dean grumbled.
"Dean I told you they're..." she trailed off as she spotted the Impala abandoned where they had left Sam and Prim last.
"Sonofabitch!" Dean swore, jumping from her GTO.
Kim followed him. He swore a bunch more times; a look of panic across his face as he picked up the fallen car keys and saw the scorch marks not to mention the dent on the side of the impala.
"Sonofabitch!"
"Dean—"
He ran his hands over his face, pacing. "I shouldn't have left 'em."
"We'll find 'em, c'mon." Kim assured.
"Call Bobby." Dean ordered, getting in the driver's seat of the Impala.
A strong wind blew through and Kim covered her face with her hands to shield herself from the flying debris. She moved her hand slightly and spotted the blue man, his grey hair blowing in the wind.
"I'm guessing that's why they're not here." Kim mumbled with an annoyed sigh.
Dean jumped out of the car and shot at the demon with the colt. The blue man made a roaring sound but nothing happened. He flickered slightly only looking mildly wounded.
"What the hell?" Dean snapped.
"I am the wind." the demon replied, lifting his hand a ball of energy forming.
Dean's eyes widened as Kim gasped.
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"Kim's car isn't here." I said as Sam walked back over.
"Dean's not in the room." he informed.
"There's no point in checking Kim's room then is there, if the GTO and Impala aren't here—"
"Wait," Sam said, "what did you say?"
"If the GTO and Impala aren't here..." I trailed off, eyes going wide.
"The Impala!" we cried together.
"Where did we leave it?" Sam asked. "At the crime scene?"
I nodded. "Oh Dean is so gonna kill us."
"I bet that's where they are too."
My phone started to ring and I pulled it out. "Hendricksen."
Sam looked around worriedly as if he feared someone was listening. "Alright, in the room, we'll talk to him then ditch the Jeep, get the Impala, Dean and Kim. We gotta get out of here and away from those witches."
I nodded in agreement following him back inside the motel room. Hendricksen said these girls were linked to many mysteriously solved or un-solved cases and their sister's death was under investigation—foul play was suspected. In addition, it was suspected an Inspector Darryl Morris was their man on the inside. Hendricksen was looking in to see if he was in with the Councils. They did generally have many normal people to help us out on occasion.
"So that could be either good or bad." I mumbled.
"What else did he say?"
"He said he's getting them to assign him on the case so he'll be transferred here and can work along side this Inspector and his partner who is actually and undercover F.B.I agent trying to find dirt on these girls."
"You need to tell me everything that happened while I was subdued."
"Don't you mean knocked out cold and nearly dead...again, if their whitelighter, I'm guessing that Leo guy, didn't heal you, you'd be dead."
Sam gave me a look. "Primrose I know."
"No, you don't know Sam."
I shook my head, feeling the tears build up in my eyes. I quickly pushed them away not wanted to cry. Sam sighed giving me a small hug before telling me to tell him everything.
So I did. I told him about the blue demon, I told him about them 'kidnapping' us and holding is against our will. However, I saved the kicker until last. They claimed I was their sister—but not just a sister, sister witch.
Sam looked speechless after I had told him everything that had happened. He abruptly went to my bag, got my baby blanket out which had been among the few things left from the fire. He handed it to me pointing to the giant 'P' in the corner.
"Yeah so?"
"They think you're their sister." Sam said. "They're the Charmed Ones and they think you're their sister."
I twisted the blanket in my hands, pacing. "Yeah, but that's impossible, I mean witches and hunters are forbidden and I'm not a witch."
Sam's eyes widened as he stared at me. "Primrose let's think about this. The Charmed Ones all have a name with the letter 'P' and powe—"
"Think about this? It's a name, it means nothing." I snapped. "There's nothing to think about!"
"Rose just listen—"
"They're not my sisters and I'm not a witch." Sam was suddenly silent, still staring at me. "I'm not a witch right Sam?"
"Primrose I don't—" He suddenly stopped talking mouth hanging open.
"Sam what are you doing?" I snapped. "This is no time for jokes." I chuckled lightly giving him a shove only to find he didn't move.
"Sam!" I said, more alarmed.
I waved my hand in front of his face and snapped my fingers. That's when I saw them. Phoebe gave a wave and Piper had her hands on her hips, a smug look on her face.
"Hey, what's up?" she asked.
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