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Chapter Six

The sunroom was just as its name said. It was open and airy, with sun pouring in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Around the edges of the windows was the same multi-colored glass as in the front door, giving them a sort of stained-glass look. Dean was fond of the sunroom, and memories flooded into his mind as he walked into it. He and Melinda on the couch, dozing in the late afternoon. He and Sam, studying the big Book of Shadows with Melinda. Watching the mid-afternoon rain the day before they left. Dean sighed, shaking his head. Melinda and Peyton climbed onto the couch, tucking their feet under them. Chris took a seat in a chair, and Wyatt stood behind him. Piper and Phoebe took the loveseat, leaving Sam and Dean standing in front of all of them. Wyatt blew out his breath.

"All right, we haven't got all day. Spill."

Melinda closed her eyes, and Phoebe looked over at her, a sad smiled on her face. Dean cleared his throat.

"Okay. Well, I'm sure you've all heard about the killings over in Oakland?"

Heads nodded around the room. Chris spoke up.

"The ritualistic killings?"

Sam nodded.

"Not exactly. I mean, they are ritualistic, but there's something else."
"I knew there was something more. I told you that! Pay up."

Wyatt and Chris grumbled as they pulled out their wallets, handing Melinda ten dollars each. Melinda stuffed the money into her pocket and turned back to Sam. He smiled, then went on.

"The killings are part of a spell. A demonic spell."

The smiles faded. Dean spoke up again.

"Do you know who Crowley is?"

The Halliwells exchanged glances, before shaking their heads. Dean nodded.

"Well, Crowley was a crossroads demon. Actually, he was King of the crossroads. Then he got a promotion, and now he's the King of Hell."
"Wait, wait a minute. The King of Hell?"

Sam and Dean nodded, while Piper and Phoebe exchanged worried glances. Dean pressed on.

"Apparently, one of Crowley's sons is unhappy, and wants to overthrow his father. And it seems like he could actually do it. The five girls he killed were parts of the spell. And the final part …"

Sam sighed and took over the story when Dean faltered.

"The final thing he needs is the pure, untainted blood of a practitioner of white magic."
"The blood of a witch?"

Sam nodded to Phoebe.

"And not just any witch. A Halliwell.

Wyatt, Chris, Peyton, and Melinda looked at each other. Chris closed his eyes, then looked to Sam.

"Wait a minute. What do you mean the pure, untainted blood?"

Sam and Dean exchanged an uncomfortable glance, and Peyton sat up straight.

"Whoa, whoa, wait. Do you mean a virgin?"

Another uncomfortable look, and Sam and Dean nodded. Peyton fell out laughing. Chris and Wyatt joined in, and Piper and Phoebe smiled. When Peyton gained a little control of herself, she shook her head.

"I'm afraid you're barking up the wrong tree, boys. The Halliwells are … Well, we can't help you."

Sam looked over to Peyton.

"Well, this demon is focused on your family. Which only means that he's planning on someone here being the last piece to his puzzle."

Phoebe and Piper stood up, and Piper smiled.

"Well, I've had three children. Phoebe's had three children, and so has Paige. So we really can't help you."
"And honestly, we don't want to continue this conversation with our precious children. So we'll go make some breakfast."

They left, and Wyatt and Chris stood up. Wyatt smiled.

"I'm afraid I can't be of any help either."
"Nope, me either. And we've got stuff to do, anyway."

Chris smiled as he and Wyatt orbed out. Peyton moved to the edge of the couch, not noticing how quiet Melinda was. Peyton laughed again.

"I can't believe you think … No. You've got the wrong family, boys."
"Peyton, it's one of you."
"I can promise you, it's not."

Sam and Dean exchanged a glance, and Peyton sighed.

"I … Well, I don't feel comfortable sharing my story, but I can promise you, I'm out. Phoenix was in the backseat of Rob Moroni's car, and Paris … Actually, Paris lost it in Paris on her senior trip. So poetic. Anna … Didn't Anna lose it after the homecoming football game junior year? Yeah, and Jenny, well Jenny got married."

Phoenix and Paris were Peyton's sisters, while Anna and Jenny, Paige's twin daughters, were her cousins. Peyton turned to Melinda.

"And you … Senior prom night with Alex Cooper?"
"Oh my god."

Melinda didn't look at her, but she closed her eyes. Peyton turned completely facing Melinda.

"Mel? Melinda. It was Alex, wasn't it?"

Peyton realized then how quiet Melinda had been. Melinda finally looked over at her, and Dean let out a sigh. Peyton felt Melinda's mortification and humiliation and her mouth dropped open.

"Prudence Melinda Halliwell, you've got to be kidding me!"
"Peyton, please."
"You told me that Alex was your first!"
"No, no! No, you assumed that Alex was it and I just didn't correct you!"

Melinda closed her eyes and covered her face with her hands, and Sam fought hard not to smile. Dean closed his eyes to avoid Sam's look.

"Oh my god. You!"

Dean's eyes flew open as Peyton pointed to him. She looked back at Melinda.

"He practically lived with you for three months!"
"That's none of your business, Peyton!"

Dean and Melinda spoke at the same time, and Sam coughed over his laugh. Peyton sat with a bewildered look on her face and her mouth open. She shook her head.

"I just don't believe it."
"Peyton, let it go."
"You're twenty-six."
"There's not an age limit!"

Sam let out a laugh then, covering it up with a cough. Dean gave Melinda a compassionate look, and she groaned.

"Look, it's not anyone's damn business, but if you must know… Alex was going to be my first. We started to, but I freaked out. So we didn't. You were all hyped up about it, Peyton, how I was the last one in the family to lose it, so I just didn't say anything to correct you when you kept going on and on about it!"
"What about the motorcycle guy in college?"
"Oh, get real, Peyton."
"Thank God. I just chalked that one up to your "What Were You Thinking" phase."

Peyton slid a look over to Dean, who kept rubbing the back of his neck.

"Well, what about—"
"No, Peyton! No one has ever … No!"
"But Dean was all over you!"
"Apparently not all over her."

Dean reached out and smacked the back of Sam's head. Melinda looked up, and the humiliation was clear on her face. Everyone felt it this time, not just Peyton.

"I wanted to, all right? But things kept getting in the way. What it boils down to is, yes. I am a twenty-six year old virgin, and apparently, I've got a death threat on my head. So just in case being humiliated in front of everyone like this isn't enough, a very powerful demon wants to kill me, and can damn well do it."

She stood up, walking out of the room, leaving Peyton and the Winchesters behind. Dean looked over to where Melinda had just exited.

"I can't believe it's her."

Peyton looked up.

"Someone's going to try to kill her?"

Sam nodded, and Peyton let out a shaky breath.

"We can't let it happen. What's the plan?"