Worshiped like Winchesters

Disclaimer: I am now the proud owner of…nothing. I don't own Supernatural or Charmed.

A/n: Not gonna lie, completely forgot Thursday existed. Last week, my week went from Wednesday to Friday. Thursday was left in limbo. I hate it when I lose track of the days of the week. Happens quite often in college. But here's chapter 7.

Chapter 7: You call that magic?

Deciding it would be rather difficult to pry Dean away from his cherished meal, the group allowed him to shovel the last couple of forkfuls down the hatch, also allowing Melinda and Sam to head back upstairs to revive themselves. It took neither the hungry hunter, nor the sapped psychics long to get their acts together. Once they were all ready to take the trip to Magic School, Melinda took the time to convince her brothers to take the door instead of orbing. She reasoned there would be less vomiting that way.

"Can you randomly make doors like that pop up all the time?" Sam asked. "Because I'd rather travel by door, than by orbing."

"The door to Magic School is unique. It appears when a good magical being needs it to; they just have to summon it," the eldest Halliwell clarified. "Orbing is more versatile."

Sam and Dean had accepted the idea of a door suddenly appearing where there was not one before. The brothers had even accepted the idea of said door leading to a place that was not in the same physical location as where the door first appeared. But it is one thing to accept the idea; it is a whole other horse of a different color to accept the reality of a magical door that transports you through dimensions.

The group began on the steps of the Manor's main staircase, and walked through a door to end up in a magnificent hallway that Dean thought reminded him of Hogwarts. Coincidence? Not that he read Harry Potter or anything. For two hunters who spent their time on earthly planes, this was a jarring experience. Sam stared down one end of the hallway; then stared down the other.

"Let me guess," he remarked. "You can walk down the hallway in either direction and never really get to the end?"

"What?" Dean asked.

Chris nodded, "it's a common magical illusion. But don't just go opening doors at random. Some are locked for a reason and others, well, they just haven't gotten around to being locked yet."

"We're headed this way," Wyatt led the Winchesters to the right.

"So, Magic School, huh?" the shorter hunter observed. "We gonna run into any wizards on their way to Quidditch practice?" Okay, so he may have seen a film or two. It may have just been Dean, or the after effects of inter-dimensional travel, but Sam seemed a little excited at the idea of seeing young teens carrying broomsticks.

"Most students don't have the ability to levitate themselves or objects, and those that do play much more interesting sports that don't involve flying around on cleaning implements," the female witch was maybe a little surprised that Dean read Harry Potter. She had pegged Sam as the more book-loving brother. "Magic School is a place where witches, wizards, and other supernatural creatures can come to in order to learn the craft and control their powers. Some start real young; others start attending after they've graduated from their mortal high school. It really just depends on the person and their powers."

"And you were top of your class, weren't you?" Dean smirked.

"Actually, I only went here for a year. Right after high school. But I couldn't wait to get out on my own, so I left after about eight months. Wyatt and Chris both went here for a little while. Now it's just two of our cousins. The school's run by their godmother actually."

Sam jumped in. "Is that Pru?"

"Pru's our cousin. Her real name's Prudence, but no one calls her that. She's two years younger than me. Then there's her sister Christine: only 16 years old. Billie's a family friend, and she runs Magic School. Took over after our father, who took over after our aunt."

"Who are you guys? The magical mob? You guys seem to have every job covered by a family member." The eldest Winchester was beginning to think that there was even more left to be discovered about just what exactly the Halliwells were involved with.

"Let's just say it's a long story that involves time travel, betrayal, evil siblings, and the powers that be," remarked Chris.

Sam and Dean were almost certainly about to ask more questions, considering the vagueness of Chris' comment, but Wyatt had steered the group to a large set of double doors that were now opening as if my magic. Where do you think the guy who invented those little electronic pads in front of automatic doors got the idea? He had seen his neighbor practicing telekinesis one night and first thought he was going crazy; then he realized that if a person had money from inventing something, it did not matter if he or she was crazy or not.

The room was large and open. Each wall, and there were more than four, was massive bookshelves lined with books, and windows. There were a couple tables, some desks, and a couch (a few people were in the room, using the furniture). But what the Winchesters were then led to was the large table at the opposite end of the room. A middle-aged woman and a younger female were smiling at their arrival.

"Hey Pru," Chris greeted his younger cousin and both Halliwell brothers hugged her.

"Chris. Wyatt," she replied, smiling. "It's been a while, Mel."

Melinda nodded in agreement because it had been a while, and the two female witches shared a hug as well. The cousins had missed one another.

"Who are your friends, guys?" Billie asked.

"That's Sam and that's Dean. Winchester. They're brothers, helping us with a little investigation," explained Melinda to the blonde woman she had know since birth.

"They're hunters," Chris supplied.

"Don't ask," Wyatt added.

"Well then, it's nice to meet you Sam and Dean. I'm Billie Jenkins and this is Pru Halliwell. Billie shook hands with the brothers and, even though she was a bit reluctant, Pru shook hands too.

Unfortunately, disregarding the pleasantries, the eldest Halliwell knew that the visit was not social. They had a major problem to take care of and hopefully Pru's problem was an easy fix so that the group could get back to nabbing ancient demons (or whatever they were; they still had not answered that question). "Why'd you call us, Pru? Is there something going on here at Magic School?"

"It's more than a problem," admitted the young witch. "It's a disaster."

"Two teachers have gone missing. And we're worried more might disappear as well," Billie verbalized.

"They didn't just take an impromptu vacation down to the sunshine state?" questioned the short-haired Winchester.

Pru shook her head. "We wish. But this looks more demonic then stress-related. Think you could check things out, Wy?"

Wyatt frowned. "I'll see what we can turn up, but Pru, we've got our own demonic issues right now. Big ones. You sure you guys can't call Henry or the twins?"

"They said they would keep their ears open, but they've got school to worry about."

"Alright. Maybe I'll have Ollie check things out. Thanks for telling us. You two be careful. And watch out for Christine."

"We'll be fine, Wyatt," Billie reassured the young man. "I won't let anything happen to Pru or Christine. What about you guys? Do you need our help with your case?"

Chris answered for his brother, "we've got it covered. There are five of us; we can handle it."

To be continued…

A/n: Updating is getting quite sporadic, isn't it? My excuse: busy. It happens. Speaking of Quidditch, I actually do see students on their way to practice quite often at my school. Well, hope you enjoyed it! I look forward to any reviews!

Be seeing you on the other side of the rain,

-ROMS