CHAPTER 7

A/N: I'm sooo sorry I haven't updated! I have had no inspiration, so I wrote the next few chapters the other night. Please leave me a review telling me what you think :) Most of this chapter is pretty pointless, but I had fun writing it and I needed something to fill it up. Also, in a way, it sets up the Paige/Dean relationship (in the cliché way that the two that fight first off end up together).


"Well, they're legit. The charmed ones are real, and they are good witches." Sam said the next morning after an hour or so of researching the girls.

"So?" Dean asked with his mouth full of BLT.

"So should we go back? Talk to Paige? Apologise?" he suggested.

"We could I guess." Dean said trying to sound nonchalant.

"Come on Dean, I know you feel bad for the way you spoke to them now that you know they're good." Sam smirked.

"I do not!" Dean said defensively.

"Whatever man. I think we should, they could be useful allies. Seals are breaking all over; we could use all the help we can get."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. But at least let me eat first." Dean gave in taking another bite of his burger.


As reluctant as she'd been to stay the night, she had to admit she had a good sleep. It was a pretty cosy room, and she did feel safer. She got out of bed groggily and waddled over to the spare bathroom with her towel and toiletries bag in hand. She noticed that Paige wasn't up yet but Piper, Leo and their boys were.

She stepped into the bathroom and closed the door. She ran the water, and slowly took off her shirt so she didn't hurt. After a few seconds she realised there was no immediate pain. She took her shirt off faster, there was still no pain except for at the end there was a little pang.

She took off the bandage and then the gauze. She gasped at what she saw and rushed to the mirror. Where there was a lesion last night, now there was a mere bruise. She brushed her fingers over it lightly.

What is wrong with me? She thought.

She shrugged it off and stepped into the shower, drowning out her worried thoughts with welcoming hot water.


"So, you decided to come?" Paige said opening the door for the Winchesters.

"Yes, but don't make me regret it sweetheart." Dean said.

"Ignore him." Sam said before Paige got a chance to say anything. "I do. It helps. Thank you for even letting us back here."

"Its fine, come in." she said.

"So, are the super parents here?" Dean remarked.

"No, Piper's at P3, Leo went to see what the Elders know about Leigh-Anna and the boys are at magic school."

"Magic school? That's real too." Sam said, intrigued. Paige nodded.

"Cool, is it like Hogwarts?" Dean smirked.

"Do I look like Dumbledore?" Paige replied, leaving Dean open-mouthed.

"You're the headmistress of magic school?" Dean laughed.

"Co; Leo is the co-headmaster. I couldn't handle it all on my own." She said, leading them to the living room. She and Dean sat on the single armchairs and Sam sat on the sofa.

"So, um," Sam cleared his throat. "Is Leigh-Anna here?"

"Yes, why?" Paige replied. Dean raised a suggestive eyebrow at his brother, earning a slap from the witch and the other hunter.

"I was just wondering, in case she's still pissed at me." Sam clarified.

"You stabbed her." Dean said to Sam as if he was a small child.

"God dammit, that was a mistake!" Sam said glaring at Dean.

"I know that, I'm just teasing. I think she's still gonna be a little mad though. It looks like that girl has trust issues." Dean said.

"Well, yeah. Leigh-Anna said she lived in foster care for eighteen years, and then she lived alone. That's gotta take some toll on her." Paige said in a hushed voice.

"Why don't you all just call her 'Leigh', 'Leigh-Anna's just too much of a mouthful."

"Because Dean she barely knows us, calling someone by their nickname implies that you know them. It's actually kind of rude." Paige explained.

"You call Sammy here 'Sam'. That's his nickname, why don't you call him Samuel?" Dean countered.

"Would you prefer I call him 'Sammy'?" Paige said in an even tone.

"Touché." Dean said with a nod.

"Was she still mad when we left?" Sam asked, still fretting over if the newly-found witch was pissed.

"Well, she wasn't happy." Paige said.

"Great, I've pissed off a witch." Sam said glumly.

"Why do you even care Sammy?" Dean asked.

"Because she can't control her powers fully yet; an angry witch with no control over her powers kinda scares me." Sam said.

"Well, we're going to teach her to control them, and I'm sure she'll forgive you eventually." Paige said.

"Well," said a voice from the stairs, "if you're all finished talking about me, can we get on with this?"

Leigh walked into the room and sat beside Sam on the sofa. She made sure there was as much room between them as possible.

"How long were you there for?" Sam asked, going a little red.

"The first thing I heard was 'trust issues'" she said with a pointed glare at Dean.

"Well, was I wrong?" he challenged.

"Whatever, let just get on with it." She said and Paige began talking, filling the silence.