A/N - So I didn't actually do much 'trial talk' but I did do some and yes I looked up a few things too :) I might not be able to update for a while but please know that I do already have the next couple chapters written and will continue to write them regardless if I can update right away or not. So I have not forgotten about this story or you just be aware of that.

Many thanks to: Readers/Reviewers/Alerters/Favouriters/Supporters! You are the reason I continue.

Pickle Paige: Yes, I have read Flower in the Attic; it's a very excellent book once you get past the creepiness factor. I'm actually on the third one right now. I have the first four…er I'm not sure if there's any more after that but I think there's one more, I could be wrong. Awe thanks :) Yes I thought Sarah was a good choice too, she seemed like she had a good heart, one of my favourite female guest stars on SPN. Haha "The flashback was good...shows Kim was ok once" omg this made me laugh. Uh thanks? Lol he's barley been in it but whatever and yeah Jana is a little preppy I guess but there's more to her than that. Uh Bobby how I miss him so :( Usually when people go to court its best they are dressed nicely and look nice to give off a good impression...that is why they made her look good, I mean she was all beaten up and shit so yeah. What are you confused about? Yes, I made them descendants of Samuel Colt. Balthazar isn't on the cast list...er well the pictures...his picture wasn't there so no it wasn't him, though I do like him. Rae's situation is completely different, witches and whitelighters are not banned from being together anymore (says so on the synopsis) and Rae is somewhat untouchable—above the law slightly...her father is a very important Elder. He was the founder of the Elder's Council and was Anna and Castiel's mentor. Of course you do but...mahhhaa just read.

Sammie-Jo16: He lost the British accent half way when he was speaking…it's not Balthazar…this person adapts their language and self wherever they go…so he had just came from England…I don't know how to write/speak Chinese which is why I didn't make him come directly from China lol. Awe that's awesome to know because that means I'm doing something right! Save some tears for this chapter and the next. These next few are going to be somewhat emotional…

EvilAngelTeamGabe: Good. Well it is Dean, that's what he does. Mahaha you will have to wait longer to find out about Kim and Bobby. Yeah Sarah was awesome in last chapter…I think she is awesome always though so :) it has not been that many times! So Primrose you think is a mixture of Dean and Prue…*panic* what have I created! Haha just kidding.

I had to sit in a box. A box! A clear box so everyone entering the Council house could see me. Currently I sat in a steel chair in the middle of the box, a red curtain surrounding me so no one could see in...yet. I was utterly repulsed when my lawyer told me I had to get inside the clear box. What kind of government is this?

I just kept thinking of my brothers to keep my mind off things, apparently they were having their trial at the same time as mine and so were Phoebe and Piper. I wondered if it was all part of Anna's plan to make the Councils bow out of my trial so that my family's trial could be at the same time. I would not doubt it. She would love to take away my support system.

I usually don't pray but I was praying my brothers' sentences would not be as high as the possibility of mine. Oh God. If they were executed too...no, Ken assured me they'd most likely only have to pay a hefty fine.

As for my sisters—that still feels extremely weird to think about—they will probably be kicked off the Council. Ken said Sarah is representing them during the trial since she is a witch. She is trying for suspension rather than expulsion or even better, just a fine. He neglected to say who was representing Dean and Sam but insisted they were in good hands.

I really hoped they were. I couldn't lose them which doesn't make much sense considering I may be executed but at least if I knew they were going to be okay after I was gone...it wouldn't be as difficult to let go. After all I didn't want my spirit hanging around and turning into something hunters hunt.

So much for keeping my mind off things, here I go back to the beginning. My possible demise; awesome, just awesome.

"Primrose."

I jumped in my chair and looked around for the source of the voice. "Um yeah?"

"Sorry you can't see me but it's Sarah, Ken's with me too."

"Oh," I mumbled, "um how come I can hear you?"

I had been praying the clear box would be sound proof especially knowing the judging people would be voicing their opinions of me aloud without even knowing me. Damn, it is like high school all over again.

"There's a microphone for the spectators to talk to you." Ken's voice informed.

I did not reply because if I did it would mostly be inappropriate with all the cuss words. Someone cleared his or her throat and I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. I really wish I could see them.

"How are you?" Sarah whispered.

"Peachy." I complained. "Everything's peachy, you know just trapped in a box, no biggie."

"I'm sorry." she replied, automatically.

I sighed. "I know you are. Why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be with my sist—" I had to stop myself, it felt wrong, they did not feel like my sisters even if they were. I mean I hardly knew them. Clearing my throat I continued, "Phoebe and Piper?"

"We're here to tell you that, people will be allowed to talk to you and there will mostly likely be a lot of uncomfortable things said," Ken interrupted, "but if someone asks you a question you must answer honestly."

"Please tell me you're joking."

"I'm afraid not." Ken said.

"This is fucked up." I snapped. "What kind of government is this?"

"Be careful what you say," Ken warned, "they can hear you."

"I don't give a damn at this point." I growled.

"Ken let me talk to her." I heard Sarah mumble. He did not reply. "Okay Prim, he's gone."

I put my face in my hands. "I don't understand why this is happening."

"I know," she sighed, "and I wish it wasn't but it is. Anna requested this. Usually they only display..."

I looked at the red curtain in front of me and lied, "You won't hurt my feelings."

"The ones that have done no good." she mumbled, "or when it's a big trial which is why it's surprising that she didn't allow the other Councils to be present yet she's allowing those who are allied with any Council to watch."

"What's up her ass?" I demanded. "Why the hell does she seem to get her hate on whenever I'm around? I've never even met her before this dilemma."

"It's your sisters..." Sarah sighed, "she hates them."

My jaw clenched. "So you're telling me I'm gonna burn because of my sisters that I don't even know?"

"It's not their fault. It's more against the Halliwell line." Sarah recovered quickly. "You're sisters are good people and amazing witches. To be a Halliwell witch is a great honour."

"Oh yeah then why the hell am I on death row?"

"You're not on death row yet Primrose, try and stay positive,"

"Positive," I mocked, "I just came from seeing my brothers for possibly the last time ever and then I found out that they're not even going to be in the court room with me. I am alone."

"No," she snapped, angrily, "you listen to me Primrose Winchester, you are far from alone. There will be people in that courtroom that care about you and want nothing but the best for you."

"Sarah I already know the chances of me surviving are slim no matter what a few sympathetic people think, Anna clearly wants my head on the platter."

"Just think of this as another hunt." she insisted.

"What do you mean?"

"You're fighting for your survival Primrose and you do this on a daily basis, every time you strap on those gun, knives whatever and go hunting. This is like any other day to you Winchesters and you always make it out on top."

"Not always," I mumbled thinking of Dean's deal.

"Don't you dare give up! The fight has just begun. Ken can win this. You can win this. Therefore, you will stop whining, complaining, and fight. Do you understand me? You will fight." I was silent for a while. I'd never heard Sarah talk in such a tone before. She cleared her throat. "Do I make myself clear?" I still didn't reply. "Don't make me come in there and kick your ass into gear young lady."

I started to choke with laughter at the 'young lady' part. As if, Sarah Blake could kick my ass. "You know I'd kick yours first."

"Probably," she agreed, "but I got a reply and that's all I wanted."

I twisted my hands in my lap, pushing back the tears, "Sarah can I ask you for a favour,"

"Anything,"

"If I don't make it—"

"Primrose," she sighed.

"No just let me finish." I insisted, "if I don't make it...I—I want you to look out for Sammy. Do you think you can do that?"

"Don't you think he'd be more comfortable with Dean? I mean I did lie to him. He probably won't give me the time of day."

"Trust me, he will, he liked you more than you know but if he doesn't you just gotta make his stubborn ass listen to you, use your authoritative tone that you just used on me." I insisted. "Sarah, I'm gonna tell you something no one else knows outside of the three of us."

"Primrose what's going on?"

"Dean doesn't have much time...he's going to hell in less than a year Sarah."

"What?" she gasped. "He made a deal with a crossroads demon didn't he?"

I nodded even though she could not see me. "Yes."

"Why?"

"Look there's no time to explain...but if I am executed and Dean goes to hell then Sammy's all alone. Please you gotta promise me you'll look after Sam and keep him on the straight and narrow all right?" It was quiet and I fidgeted in my chair. "Sarah?"

"Of course." she whispered.

I sighed. "Thank-you. That's all I ask for."

"Isn't there a way that Dean could be saved?" Sarah questioned.

"I don't know..." I replied honestly. "I just...I don't think so...not without hurting Sam in the process and Dean won't let that happen...not again."

I waited for Sarah to catch what I had just said and I could tell when she did because she made the strangest noise. "Sam...did he?"

"Yes."

"And Dean sold his soul to—"

"—save him."

"And you're—"

"—stuck in the middle. Yeah, pretty much."

"My God."

"You can't tell anyone, Dean will be pissed if he found out I told you." I ordered. "You promise to look out for Sammy right?"

"I'll do my best Primrose but—"

"Sarah the Halliwell trial is starting—you need to be in the Witches Council courtroom now." Ken said, hurriedly.

"Oh," Sarah said.

"Are you all right?" Ken demanded.

"Sarah?" I called.

"I'm okay, I'm going," she assured, "good luck and Primrose remember it's not over yet."

"I won't."

"The doors are about to open, the curtain will be dropped, do you remember what I said?" Ken questioned.

"Yeah, answer the questions honestly or be smacked on the wrist."

"I'll return in ten minutes with the guards to take you to trial."

"Has my brothers' trial started yet?"

"Yes," he said, "they're in court as we speak."

"Okay," I nodded.

"And Primrose."

"Yeah?"

"Don't worry, I have a secret weapon."

"A secret weapon?" I demanded. "How come you didn't tell me about this before?" I got no reply. "Hello? Ken! What secret weapon?"

A heard loud banging noises and what sounded like quiet chatter but a lot of it. They were here. It was time to be judged and mocked. The curtains fell away and I stared at the flock of people in front of me. Some looked terrified of me others looked like they wanted to burst into hysterical laughter...the ones that freaked me out the most were the ones with faces that seemingly held no emotion. Panic rose deep in my chest...I do not like being in the center of attention...my job was to always fade away and right now I really wished I could turn invisible.

A loud horn sounded and a booming voice was all around. "Primrose Winchester the hybrid."

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Ken Knox hurried down the fire lit corridor and into the jail. The guards immediately moved out of his way, seeing he was on some sort of mission and knowing Ken he would kick their asses if they got in his way and for an old guy he could fight. That is why he was one of the best defence lawyers on the Councils. He ignored the few people that called out for him as he made his way to Primrose's previous cell. Stopping in front, he stared at the bump of a person in one of the cots.

"Harriet." he called, softly.

She sat up in bed and gave him a smile. "The petals won't fall from the rose very far, at least this time."

He nodded and spun on his heel leaving the way he came.

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Some guy kept hitting on me with really bad pick-up lines. I mean I've heard Dean have better ones than that and that is saying a lot considering who Dean is. After I threatened to turn him into a toad with my evil hybrid genes he fled from the clear box leaving me to the other fifty people that asked the most absurd and stupid questions. Oh but my favourite ones were the people that decided to yell hateful things at me.

"Primrose Winchester I'll be damned." a voice chuckled. "Not a face I expected to see at the center of a grand Council meeting such as this."

I turned to stare at Melissa Montgomery, a dangerous hunter who also just happened to be the sister of my ex-boyfriend Nickolas. She was dressed in her usual gothic slash punk getup and her bleached blonde hair hung down in long curls. Her heavily, black-lined, blue eyes stared daggers into me.

"Mel?" I gasped. "What are you doing here?"

"Well Primmy dear I am always invited to attend council meetings. My parents were allies. Guess my bro didn't tell you that."

I felt enraged and not just because she called me 'Primmy'. "No he didn't."

"Huh." she grinned. "You must have not been thatimportant then."

She walked away without another word while I glared at her back. That bitch has hated me since the moment she met me. I had no clue why, I had been nothing, but nice—okay maybe not that nice considering I usually do not get along with other girls my age but I was friendly enough. It wasn't even like her and Nick got along so it didn't make sense for her to hate me.

I sulked in my chair, barley listening to the nasty people take their turn to yell at me or ask if I had special hybrid powers. I hope Dean and Sam are doing okay at their trial. Ken had told me many times they would be but still...I was worried about them even though I should be more worried about myself. I am the illegal being the one that is not supposed to exist. After what felt like eternity, I started to get more annoyed than I already was. When was this damn trial going to start!

"Word to the wise, you might want to cross your legs when wearing that skirt."

I snapped my legs tightly closed and turned to face the guy that said that to me and give him a piece of my mind but was surprised to find Preston, Melissa and Nickolas's cousin. I jumped to my feet and rushed to give him a hug, which only resulted in me face planting into the clear box and falling to the ground. I was lucky enough that almost everyone was in the courtroom already so only a selected few witnessed this failure.

"Oh," I grumbled, rubbing my now sore nose, "stupid box,"

"Now you really want to cross your legs." Preston informed.

I picked myself off the ground and shot him a look. "Why the hell you looking Essie?" I demanded.

He scowled. "Don't call me that and to answer your question..." I glared and he raised his hands in surrender after seeing my face. "I'm just looking out for your best interest which would be me telling you—repeatedly—to stop sitting like a guy."

"I'm mad at you." I informed.

"What'd I do this time?" he questioned with confusion.

"As if you don't already know Pinocchio," I sighed. He avoided my gaze. "Where's Nickolas? I'd like to have a few words with him..."

He cleared his throat. "Would these 'words' involve punches?"

"Possibly."

"Good luck with that, considering you're in a box," he chuckled, lightly, "speaking of may I suggest not walking into the wall again?"

"Ha-ha very funny Montgomery." I mocked, "now where is he?"

Preston grew uncomfortable, "uh, he uh...I don't know."

"What do you mean, you don't know?" I demanded. "You're his damn guardian, you're supposed to know."

"We got the call and he kind of freaked and took off."

"Why?" I questioned.

He gave me a strange look that I could not read. "Oh I don't know Primrose maybe because you're on trial for your life."

"Oh please," I protested, "Nickolas broke up with me months ago, remember? It's not like he gives a damn about me, especially not with how things ended."

"Uh huh..."

I narrowed my eyes, "right?"

"Sure..."

"Why do I sense uncertainty in your voice?"

"I got a go," he said before dashing away, "good luck!"

"Hey!" I called. "I wasn't finished talking to you!" He ignored me, "Preston Montgomery get your ass—"

"Primrose." someone cleared their throat and I turned to see Ken with two guards. "it's time,"

I was suddenly brought back to the reality of my situation and the conversation I had been having with Preston faded in comparison. Trial time.

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Before.

The courtroom door opened and Cassie Robinson walked in. Sam was first to notice her and his eyes widened in surprise. He nudged Dean with his elbow. "Uh...Dean?"

"What?" he replied.

"Look behind you."

Dean turned in his seat before turning back to Sam. "Yeah it's just Cassie—" He spun back around, "Cassie?"

Cassie having heard Dean's voice quickly made her way over. He stared at her with his mouth ajar. Rufus had his arms crossed while he glared at her. Sam just looked a cross between confused and shocked.

"Hi Dean." she smiled.

"Cassie." Dean stumbled.

"Oh I see you three have already been acquainted." Rufus replied. "I guess that means you know."

"Know what?" Dean and Sam said.

"I'm on the prosecution team." Cassie said, giving Rufus an annoyed look. "It's my job, not my choice."

"She works for Anna as well." Rufus added.

"You work for that bitch?" Dean snapped. "The one that's trying to execute our sister?"

"It's not like that Dean." Cassie assured.

He gave her a glare. "Then what is it like huh? What the hell are you even doing here? I thought this was too crazy for you."

"Look I can explain—"

There was a loud horn and Cassie quickly fled to the table beside them. Dean glared at her the entire time. Sam was shaking his head in confusion. Cassie gave Dean a sad look and he turned away, the anger festering inside him.

"There must be a reasonable explanation for this." Sam whispered.

"Yeah well," Dean said, casting Cassie another look when she wasn't looking, "I don't want to hear it. She is working for that bitch that wants Primrose dead. There's nothing else to it."

"You're right," Sam agreed, "she can't be trusted but I still think you should hear her out."

"No." Dean snapped. "Just no."

They were both suddenly smacked in the back of the head. "Ow." they chorused.

"Stand up you morons." Rufus ordered. "The Council and judge are arriving."

"But they haven't announced—" Sam protested.

"What did you think the trumpet was for? Entertainment? On your feet now." he snapped.

Both Sam and Dean jumped to their feet just as the door in front of them was swung open. One by one, Council members trudged into the room. Many familiar faces entered the room much to the shock of Dean and Sam.

"Ellen, Jo, Bela, Ash," Dean said, "we know everyone on the Council."

"But where's Bobby and Kim?"

"Oh I hope Kim's rotting in a cell somewhere because if she isn't..." Dean trailed off.

"Hey," Rufus said, "don't be talking like that in here, they have eyes and ears on you. As for Bobby he was suspended from all Council duties, so was your cousin Gwen."

"That's right," Sam said, "Gwen's on the Council."

"And she's also on the defence team, she's a damn good lawyer," Rufus said, "she would have been helping me with your case."

The door swung open one last time. A young woman with curly brown hair and a petite figure wore a heavy white and gold, hooded rope as she walked to judges chair. Once seated, she removed her hood. A small gasp traveled throughout courtroom. The only person who didn't look surprised was Cassie.

Rufus stared. "Holy—"

"Is that who I think it is?" Sam said.

"Andrea Barr." Dean replied.

"I think that's the first time you've remembered a girl's name," Sam said in awe.

"Shut-up...she wasn't a girl, she was a lost innocent." Dean mumbled in annoyance.

"She looks fine now."

"How is that even possible, she drown saving Lucas remember?"

"A whitelighter judge!" Rufus snapped.

"That explains a lot," Sam replied, "she was turned into a whitelighter for her selfless act."

"Awesome, just awesome." Dean mumbled. "Whitelighters hate hunters; she probably still holds a grudge for not saving her too."

"Dean," Sam sighed, "that's doubtful whitelighters are supposed to have let go of their past."

Rufus swung his arms up in anger. "That's not even the complete Council."

"It isn't?" Dean said, confused.

"Yeah," Sam said, "where's Dad?"

"Dad?" Dean replied. "What are you talking about?"

"Primrose said Phoebe and Piper told her that Dad's on the Council."

"What?" Dean snapped. "How come nobody told me this?"

"Rufus don't." Cassie called, interrupting. "You're only going to make things worse." He gave her an annoyed look before trudging in front of judge's chair.

"What the hell is going on here?" Rufus yelled, angrily. "You can't do this? Where's the rest of the Council?"

Andrea turned and gave Rufus a silencing look. "I'm in charge here; now take your seat Mr. Turner, court is starting, unless of course you'd rather I throw you and your clients in jail for the night?"

"Rufus sit down." Cassie called.

Rufus clenched his jaw before reluctantly taking his seat beside Sam and Dean. Andrea gave them a pointed stare before clearing her throat. "Let's begin. Cassie."

Cassie stood up and gave a nod.

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"You've got to be kidding me." Piper complained.

"Piper shh," Phoebe whispered.

"Why weren't Prue, our mom and grandmother called?" Piper demanded to know.

After these questions were voiced a murmur throughout the Council booth occurred. The judge smacked her gavel and all was silent again.

"None of the spirit members on any Council have been summoned." the judge replied.

"Why the hell not?" she snapped.

"That wasn't up to me nor am I required to inform you of the reasoning behind it."

"Well fine then tell me why you are our judge?" Piper added. "You're a whitelighter. We're supposed to have a witch judge."

"Piper." Phoebe hissed.

The door behind them suddenly opened, everyone turned to look. Sarah Blake rushed inside the courtroom looking frazzled. The judge narrowed her eyes in annoyance of the interruption.

"You're late Sarah Blake."

"Oh I'm so sorry I was collaborating with Ken before—" Sarah stopped abruptly and stared at the judge. "Jessica? What are you doing here?"

"That's what we'd like to know." Piper snapped.

Jessica gave them a glare, "This isn't relevant to the case, and now that your lawyer is here, let's move on."

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The courtroom was like none other I have ever seen before. The entire floor was made of white glass tiles that had smoke floating underneath them. The only part of the courtroom that did not have that as flooring was where the audience sat. There were wooden benches going upwards and in the middle was stairs that led to a door, not the door I came in but the one I had seen them all enter before. I had been taken in the back way where the Council seats were. Currently I was sitting in a circular wooden type seat that entrapped me all around. It made me want to leave; I hated this feeling of being trapped and the spotlight shinning down on me did not help.

My lawyer was across from me sitting at a wooden table and across from him was the prosecutor's table. In the middle of the room, there was a giant circle tile that everyone seemed to avoid stepping on. I had yet to know what it was for but I was guessing it was for something important considering we were all seated in a circle around it. What is with the Council and circular things? The courtyard was circular and now this too?

"We will start without him." Anna said.

"We cannot start without Castiel," the one I learned named Zola insisted, "the judging is split between the two of you."

"I do not care!" she snapped. "He is late as usual—we will begin."

"But Anna..." another named Sandra mumbled.

"No! All in favour to start without Castiel raise their hand." Anna insisted. Everyone on the Council except for Zola raised his or her hand making Anna grin in delight.

"So be it." Zola sighed. He nodded at the guards. "Lock the doors." They quickly did so.

"Margaret you may start," Anna ordered. "What has this girl been accused of?"

I started to zone out once the prosecutor was on her feet listing all the absurd things I had supposedly done. I really just wanted this over with and I did not even need to do anything at this point in the trial so I decided to look in the crowd for any familiar faces that could, oh, I don't know, brighten my day. In reality, I was looking for Nickolas. After what Preston told me, I was somewhat worried about him. I mean Nick could be very self-destructive and I did not want to be the cause of that especially because he was the one that broke up with me in a horrible way I might add. He had no right to freak out about this. Now I just felt angry that he was being his usual selfish self.

Apparently, there was an invisible barrier between the audience and the actual courtroom. Ken said they could only see and hear what was happening when Anna allowed it. However, we could see out all the time. I guess it was like a two-way mirror thing. As far as I knew they couldn't see in yet, he had told me there would be an orange flashing light in the corner of the room and a green one when they could hear what was being said. I quickly darted my eyes over to the two lights. Never mind, I take that back; the orange light was flashing but not the green one...I guess that meant they could only see in. Hmm, why would they only get to see but not hear?

I quickly looked through the audience while my attention wasn't needed. I saw Jana and Tyler Blake sitting near the front. Some nasty looking blonde Barbie dolls were seated beside Jana and they seemed to be giggling and pointing at me. Awesome. Gwen and James Campbell were a couple seats up from them. I smiled when I saw Sheriff Jodie Mills and Agent Victor Hendrickson sitting together. Jodie smiled in return and gave me a little wave. I didn't want to look like an idiot waving back so I just nodded my head in acknowledgement.

Preston was near the doors at the top; he was casually leaning against the wall rather than sitting. Melissa was a couple feet away from him doing practically the same thing except her face shot daggers at me while his had a warm smile. However, Nickolas was nowhere to be seen. The feeling that something had happened to him struck me close to home and I started to panic. If he did something stupid because of me, I would never be able to live with myself. Wait, what am I saying? This is Nickolas, he always does something stupid, and I am not with him anymore, so therefore I do not need to worry about him, that's someone else's problem now. I need to worry about my brothers and myself.

My name was suddenly yelled, pulling me out of my internal war and back into the courtroom. It seemed that they had already moved on whether I was paying attention or not. Margaret and Ken were having some heated debate about me. I looked in the corner of the room to see the green light was flashing meaning they could hear whatever the debate was about. I hoped I hadn't missed anything too important.

I took a quick glance at the Council. Anna looked like she wanted to throttle the lawyers in front of her while Zola kept nodding his head and taking notes. Kevin, the youngest was yawning, Rachel just stared with no emotion at all, and Sandra wore a hard look on her face and took notes like Zola.

Anna smacked the gavel and both lawyers fell quiet. "We are going to confer with the Prophet."

All Council members stood from their seats and went into another room. I noticed the lights were no longer flashing. Margaret quickly followed them shooting Ken a glare on her way. Once she was gone, Ken quickly made his way over to me and grabbed my attention with his worried look.

"What?" I whispered, "What is it?"

"Something's not right," he replied quietly. "Anna is up to something. If the Council is referring to the Prophet..."

"I don't understand."

"Chuck Shurley is a Prophet of the Lord, the one that lives in the Council house with the Elders."

"As in the prophet?" I gasped.

"Yes, the one that's said to talk to God."

"So you're saying that God could be telling him to let me fry?" I mumbled.

"I don't know, that's just a rumour, it's never been proven but Anna could make it seem that way." I covered my face with my hands. This was bad. "But I have a plan." he insisted making me look up.

"What is it?" I questioned.

"Do you see the circle in the middle of the room?" he mumbled.

"Uh yeah...the whole courtroom is centered on it. It wasn't that hard to figure out it was something important. So what is it?"

"The Circle of Truth."

"And that would be?"

"There's no time to explain but I lowered the barriers on your chair—"

"There were barriers on my chair?" I said. "How come I didn't know this?"

"Anna activated them the moment the little door closed. She thinks you have some sort of escape plan with your family." He shook his head before continuing. "When I tell you to, I need you to get out of the chair and touch the circle of truth with the palm of your hand. You will have to be fast, Anna will immediately call for the guards."

"But why?"

"Just trust me."

"You do realize I'm a Winchester right? We don't trust just anyone."

"Counselor back to your seat." a guard ordered.

Ken didn't have a chance to reply as he returned to his seat. I turned slightly to see the door was open once again. I watched the Council file out and Margaret rush to her seat. The moment they were all seated was the moment Ken jumped to his feet eagerly.

"Objection your Honour." Ken yelled suddenly. I was surprised. What exactly was he objecting to? She had not even spoken yet.

"On what grounds?" Anna demanded. She looked extremely pissed off.

"You have not even heard Primrose's side to the story."

"There is no need for that. The Council has already decided on most matters except the final of how this will be dealt with."

"WHAT!" I yelled. "That's not fair."

"That's life little girl." Anna shot back. "Now be silent or I'll smite you where you sit and we'll all be done with this."

I couldn't exactly argue with that so I fell quiet. I looked at Ken waiting for him to object or something but it was silent...everything was silent...too silent and then—

"Primrose now!" Ken yelled.

I hurdled myself out of the wooden seat and slide across the floor to the white circle. Anna yelled at the guards and they came running but it was too late as my hand touched the glass. Smoke poured upwards, I jumped back in surprise, and before I knew it, arms were grabbing me and pinning my face to the floor.

"We summon the right to utilize the circle of truth." Ken snapped. "You have no other choice but to comply...it is the law."

Anna narrowed her eyes angrily. "Very well. You may continue Mr. Knox."

Ken waved his hands at the guards and they let me go. I gave them a glare as I got to my feet. Bunch of asses these guards are. Ken quickly grabbed my arm and pulled me beside him.

"I just need a moment to confer with my client."

Margaret growled, "The law clearly states once the circle of truth has been summoned that it must be utilised immediately after for its time is limited in our realm, there is no room for discussion. The tribunal—"

"Have allowed us access to their power, thus we can control its time in our realm." Zola interrupted. "I see no problem in allowing Mr. Knox to explain how the circle works to Ms. Winchester."

Margaret shook her head angrily. "Mr. Knox could tell his client specific memories to—"

Anna smacked her gavel and Margaret shut up. "You know very well that is not how the circle works." She turned to the Elders on her sides and they all whispered before facing the front again. "The Council will allow Mr. Knox five minutes of time."

"Thank you your Honour." Ken nodded. He pulled me to the side quickly.

"What is this circle thing?" I whispered. "What does it do?"

"It reads the thoughts of whomever touches the circle and projects them in the form of a hologram. The circle will only show what needs to be seen, no matter how painful, sad, or difficult the memories may be."

"This will help me how?" I demanded.

"Think of everything that's happened to you over the years. Show them the real you. The you that isn't defined by being a witch and a hunter."

"Time's up Mr. Knox." Anna snapped randomly. "Girl, step forth onto the circle."

I slowly made my way to the circle that was still smoking and stepped onto it. I looked around nervously. It was reading my thoughts but nothing was happening...yet. Both sets of lights were on and I knew the spectators were waiting for something to happen, as was I.

The smoke flew around me in a circle before swirling upwards and forming a giant projection in the air. I saw my face in front of me. Memories from my past played out before me. Everything I'd been through with my family all the good we'd done and the bad. The mistakes made and how we sacrificed our happiness to save lives. I watched my Dad die all over again and after Sam's death and when I found out about Dean's deal. Luckily, it didn't actually show what I discovered about either of those situations or what became because of them. It was mostly just the aftermath which was me sobbing Sam's name while looking pathetic and the angry me, shooting at some trees while muttering to myself about what an idiot Dean was and how I'd never forgive him.

A new scene flickered every couple of seconds and with it, a new wave of emotions went through me. The courtroom was eerily quiet as they watched. Then it was now again just when I had met Phoebe and Piper—learned the truth. The last scene was in the cell when I was talking to Harriet. I felt disgusted by how rude I had been to her even if she was crazy. I threatened her life and for what being a little creepy? What was wrong with me?

Ken immediately pulled me off the circle and the hologram faded away. I was still reeling from all I had just re-witnessed about myself in those five minutes that I just felt like I was only half there.

"That right there is all the evidence of how much violence this young child hands out to the world." Margaret said. "She has basically pleaded guilty to half of the crimes on this list."

"Are you shiting me?" I snapped in annoyance.

"Primrose." Ken hissed.

"Did you see any of that? All I've been through to protect mortals and you're saying I'm the cause of all the violence in the world. You, stupid bitch!"

A gasp went through the courtroom. Margaret was giving me a wide-eyed look mixed with a glare. She reminded me of the dramatic chipmunk when she made that face and I had to hold back my laughter but my smile, I just couldn't.

"SILENCE." Anna ordered.

Rachel was glaring at me with such a force that I could practically feel it. "Counselor, control the mouth on your client or I will."

"Apologizes are in order my Council," Ken said, "but I am afraid I am inclined to agree with my client." I shot him a grin.

"Excuse me?" Anna growled.

"Explain yourself Mr. Knox." Sandra ordered.

"Sure this proves the illegal hunting among other things but it also proves the sacrifices she and her family have made to help protect this country. She should be granted an award not an execution for all she has done."

"Everything she's done has been illegal!" Margaret yelled. "Besides the whole hybrid thing she could have life in prison already."

"Let's move on." Kevin spoke for the first time. "I'd like to hear more about that. How she came to be a hybrid."

"No sex ed for the kid yet?" I said, rudely. Kevin gave me a glare. "What are you fourteen? Fifteen? Watch some porn you may learn something. Wait, can angels watch porn?"

"Speak out of term one more time and your mouth will be sewn shut." Rachel snapped.

I looked at her with a glare of my own. Ken gripped my arm tightly and I knew it was a warning to let him speak. He nodded at the table and I quickly took the spot where he had previously sat.

"First I say we vote on lowering the sentence of illegal hunting and the others for a more suitable punishment." Zola interrupted. The Council members looked at him in surprise.

"Thank you Elder Zola." Ken nodded.

"But Elder Zola," Margaret said, shocked, "the evidence—"

"Thank you Margaret we all saw the hologram and from what I can tell she's done more good than bad in this world so far in her young life." Zola said.

It was that moment, I realized, Zola seemed more empathic towards my situation than the others did. I gave him a small smile of appreciation. He held my gaze but showed me no emotion. It didn't really matter because I could tell he cared more then he let on and it was nice to know that someone that important actually gave a crap whether I lived or died.

"I concur with Zola." Sandra said. I was shocked to say the least. "Her crimes don't fit the punishment."

"Have you two lost your mind?" Rachel snapped. "We've already discussed this with the Prophet."

"Even after her bad-mannered comments," Kevin said suddenly, "I as well concur with Zola and Sandra."

My mouth fell open. Holy shit on a stick. Did he just say that? Ken blinked looking equally shocked at what was happening.

"The issue still stands of her being an illegal hybrid." Margaret said.

Ken said, "she cannot help who she was born as. There should be no punishment for that."

"No she cannot." Anna replied slowly. She has a strange look in her eye and I suddenly felt very panicked.

"I concur with Mr. Knox," Zola replied, "the fault lies on her parents."

"Who are both deceased." Margaret informed. "Not to mention on the Council—they knew the consequences of this birth."

"Consequences of her birth? What consequences?" Ken demanded to know. "The only one I see is the breaking of the stupid law that keeps witches and hunters apart. That separates everyone for no damn good reason."

"Someone needs to pay the price." Margaret snapped. "A law was broken here or are we just planning on throwing the entire rule book out the window now?"

"Easy now Counselor," Rachel warned, "no one is throwing away the rule book even if some think we should." She shot Zola and Sandra a look. "The girl will pay the price, there's no question about it."

"The price for what?" Ken yelled. "Living?"

"Exactly that." Anna said.

I jumped to my feet in annoyance. "Uh, objection!"

Anna slammed the gavel, dismissing my objection. "It's been decided." She looked me directly in the eyes. "Primrose Winchester is guilty of being an illegal being and will be put to death at midnight tomorrow."

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"Leo,"

"Sarah what are you doing here?" Leo asked. "Aren't you supposed to be in court?"

"I am," she grinned, "this is only my astral self and before you start yelling it's important, it's about Primrose."

"What about Primrose?"

"She's technically your charge by birth correct?"

"Yes."

"So you can't share anything with the Elders regarding her or her sisters without their knowledge or permission? It is the law of your kind of whitelighter right?"

Leo nodded. "Where are you going with this Sarah?"

"We have a plan."

"Whose we?"

"That's not important; just know they're on Primrose's side. The future Charmed Ones side."

"What do you want me to do?"

"You up for a little summoning ritual?"

"What kind?"

Sarah gave a sigh before quickly filling Leo in on the plan to save Primrose.

He scowled and said in a scolding manner. "Sarah a lot of people could get in trouble for this, us included."

"Leo, you've been suspended I'm guessing?"

"No."

"No?"

"I haven't seen Castiel yet."

Sarah titled her head for a moment. "That's odd,"

"Well knowing Castiel he's—"

"No, Leo, court is already in session for Primrose. He should be there; he should have already been here. Something's wrong."

Leo's face became full of worry. "I'll try to sense him." Sarah waited as Leo closed his eyes concentrating on finding Castiel. He opened his eyes seconds later. "Nothing."

"Does that mean that he's dead?"

"No," Leo shook his head, "Castiel isn't dead. The Councils would know by now. He's either at Magic school or..."

"The underworld." Sarah finished, "he wouldn't go there by himself would he?"

"I don't know." Leo replied honestly. "Last I spoke with him he was very worried about the missing hunters."

"Missing hunters?" Sarah asked.

"Look Sarah you're not supposed to know about that, only the Elders Council knows."

The door suddenly opened resulting in Sarah flicking before she shook her head. Chuck stood in the doorway looking out of breath. "Leo," he panted, "Sarah. Good you're both here."

"Chuck?" Leo asked. "You're a part of this plan?"

He nodded. "Did you do the ritual?"

"No." Leo said.

"We need to do the ritual." Chuck quickly shut the door.

"We'll need Prue." Leo insisted.

Sarah shook her head. "I already tried—she didn't show."

Leo scowled. "She wasn't summoned for the hearing?"

"None of the spirit members were summoned." Sarah informed. "And for some reason I can't reach her."

"Then we'll need a witch from the Warren line to do so. Seeing as Phoebe, Piper and Primrose are all in court—"

"Oh I already took care of that." Sarah smiled.

The door opened once again to reveal a blonde woman dressed in a very old style dress. She strode in with a smile on her face. "I am here to help my daughters."

"I thought I told you to change." Chuck mumbled.

The woman gave him an appalled look. "The trousers were horrendous."

Chuck gave a sigh. "You're not going to blend very well wearing that."

Leo was wide-eyed as he turned to Chuck and Sarah. "You brought Melinda Warren back from the dead?"

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"Anna!" Zola protested.

What? The few protests from Zola, Ken, and Sandra faded away. All I could hear was the pumping of my heart as the tears welled up in my eyes. Tonight would be my last night living. Oh god. I am going to die. Guards grabbed at my arms and I was escorted towards the exit.

So many thoughts were running through my mind. About my brothers...even Nickolas's face came to mind and all the ones I loved that I would be leaving behind all because I was a hybrid. What did that even mean and why? Why was it so wrong? That thought almost hadn't occurred to me before. Why was I being punished for my mother being a witch and father being a hunter? It didn't even make logical sense. We've been told it was wrong without an explanation.

I stared out at the audience this was my last chance to take a stand. My last hurrah. I was dead anyway, they couldn't do anything else to me. I quickly shot Ken a look and he nodded, a small smile forming on his lips. It was as if he knew; he expected this. I stopped walking and ripped my arms from the guards. All eyes were on me and I gulped, not liking the attention once again. The guards surprisingly did not do anything to stop me.

"Wait!" I screamed. "I have something to say."

"There will be no waiting!" Anna hissed. "Your sentence has been given. Take her—"

"For years," I started, "we've told that to love a different type of person is wrong. But why? Why is it wrong? Hunters and witches are the same." I insisted. An audible gasp went through the courtroom at the thought. "You know what we are? We are human! We are all human!"

"Take her away!" Anna growled.

The guard shoved me forward but I pointed a finger at Anna. "Don't let this bitch rule every aspect of your lives. Do not jump when she says jump, do not fight when she says fight, and most importantly do not let her tell you whom to love. That's like letting her tell you when to breathe."

"SILENCE!" Anna screamed. Everyone fell into an uncomfortable silence. "You do not get to question me you filthy little rodent! I am your leader! Your superior. You will do as I say or die trying to disobey."

I prepared myself for the repercussions of my next words. "You are nothing but a scared little angel lost from her father. Where is God? Did he order this? Does he know of your law to keep us apart? Did he tell you to kill me?"

Anna's face went beat red. "I should cut out your tongue but I have a much better idea." Her face became the picture of the devil and the dread slowly filled me. "You will be burned at the stake where your ancestor Melinda Warren died. Maybe she will show you mercy for your sins."

The courtroom was suddenly in an uproar. I could not think, I could not breathe. Burned at the stake? Burned…I could feel the fire licking my skin. My scarred ankle started to throb as my body remembered the fire that killed my adoptive parents. The smell of burnt skin filled my nose and the smoke…the smoke became unbearable. I could not breathe, it was impossible, my eyes watered and I could not see. It was as if I was there again except Daddy was not there to save me this time. I screamed in absolute terror. Anna's face grinned in triumph while I was dragged from the courtroom screaming, as I would be hours later when my flesh would burn from my bones...

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A/N - Anyone shocked by the outcome? Or any other emotions you want to share. Who thinks this is the end for Primrose? I'm being serious here guys, I have two routes to go and I know the endings for both soooo, I may surprise you in the end ;) I'm sneaky like that…well not really but just saying.