Hi everyone, so after a long wait I'm here with the next chapter. For now, there will be one a week on a Thursday. That will last as long as possible but I'm not quite finished with the season and I don't know when I'm next going to get a chance to write. I want to think everyone who is still reading for sticking by this. I know delays suck but I never ever leave a story of my own unfinished.

This episode is a mixture of Charmed's That Old Black Magic and SUpernatural's Usual Suspects.

Episode 12: Bewitched the Wedding

Prue Halliwell couldn't believe just what she was hearing. Of all the things to go wrong tomorrow, she wasn't expecting this. Before she started shouting down the phone, she took a deep breath and asked her fiancé to clarify.

"What do you mean Adam and Sam won't be able to make it tomorrow?" The tone in her voice told Andy to answer very carefully. It also made Dean and Phoebe look up from their places on the couch with matching frowns.

"Well, they're kind of in jail right now." Andy didn't really want to be the one to break the news, but neither of the Winchester brothers had asked to make their phone calls yet. He was surprised that Sam hadn't asked, but maybe it helped that Andy and Darryl had been the ones to arrest them.

"What the hell are they doing in jail, Andy?" Prue asked, looking directly at Dean. He jumped to his feet and tried to grab the phone from his shorter cousin, but she held him back with her powers. She wouldn't usually use her powers on one of her cousins, but she needed to hear everything from Andy first.

"Well, they were sort of found at the scene of a crime Darryl and I were responding to," Andy explained over the phone, nervous of everything he had to tell her, "I can't really say more, but I wanted you to know that they're going to be in jail overnight, at least. I have no choice, Prue."

"What do you mean, you have no choice?" Prue screeched.

"I'm sorry, Prue."

"Don't you dare…" Prue started, but heard the tell-tale silence on the other end to say that Andy had hung up the phone. Glancing at her cell phone, she saw the call had disconnected, "He hung up on me!"

"Why are Sam and Adam in jail?" Dean questioned, now out of Prue's telekinetic hold.

"They were at a scene of a crime," Prue shrugged her shoulders, "I don't believe this. You being in jail, Dean, I can understand and almost accept…"

"Hey!"

"But Sam and Adam?" Prue ignored Dean's protests, "Sam in jail? What the hell were they up to?"

That was just what Andy and Darryl were trying to find out.

Andy walked back to the interrogation room with a cup of coffee in his hand. Seeing Darryl walk out of one of the rooms, Andy couldn't help but stop.

"Please tell me he said something."

"He's staying quiet right now," Darryl sighed, "I can't help him if he doesn't tell us why he was there. Did you call Prue?"

"I had to tell her, Darryl," Andy sighed, "I didn't give her time to call the wedding off tomorrow, but I know she will do. She won't want it without both her cousins there."

Darryl nodded his head, with a solemn look on his face. He hated this. Every part of his professional self, told him to take a step back from the case. The problem was he really wanted to help out the two Winchesters. He knew there had to be a magical reason for them to be in that house, but they—and he—couldn't prove it. All they could do was prove that Sam and Adam weren't the ones to kill the victim.

"Is that for Sam?" Darryl asked, motioning at the cup in Andy's hand.

Andy nodded, placing a hand on the door handle to the interrogation room, "I'm gonna see if I can just get him talking casually, before Sheridan ends up taking over."

"Yeah, I'm worried for them if that happens." Darryl sighed, before walking away. Andy made his way into the interrogation room, seeing Sam pacing by the window. Placing the cup of coffee on the table, Andy sat down and waited for Sam to stop.

"I thought you might be thirsty."

Sam just stopped pacing, looking out of the window, "You know we didn't do it, Andy."

"Sam, I want to help you but I can't just click my fingers and make everything Darryl and I saw go away. And we weren't alone. Maybe if we were…what were you going after?"

Sam looked around, as if checking to see if he was being taped. Andy smiled, and shook his head, "No camera in here. Adam's in the room with the camera. We can talk freely. What were you doing? Why was Adam at the Karen Giles murder scene? Just fill in all the missing pieces."

"I'm sure you can take a guess why he was there," Sam shrugged his shoulders, "How detailed do you want me to get?"

"So, it was a demon?"

"I…We're…Look, Dean and my cousins don't even know we were there." Sam sighed, turning a chair around to straddle it. He took a sip of the coffee, before rubbing his eyes tiredly, "We wanted to check what had happened to Karen's husband, Tony."

"He was found dead two days ago." Andy nodded his head, slowly. He'd been on that case, but nothing suggested that Sam or Adam had been there. Nothing suggested they needed to be there. Andy and Darryl had been certain that the wife was in on the whole thing, but now they weren't too sure about anything.

With a deep sigh, Sam looked into Andy's eyes, "I can only tell you as much as I know."

Ryan glanced up from the map in his hands, looking at a bush in front of him. At first he frowned, but then walked around the bush and grinned.

"That's gotta be it."

Brett followed his friend and then frowned at the small cave in front of him, "It looks kinda small to be a mine shaft, doesn't it?"

"Maybe it was bigger in the 1800s," Ryan shrugged his shoulders, before pointing back at the map, "X marks the spot. Let's check it out."

The two teenagers walked into the mine shaft, and were instantly greeted by the rotting bones of a person. Brett shuddered at the sight, "Definitely not a good sign."

Ryan rolled his eyes, just as a bat flew past them making him jump. Brett smirked, but still didn't feel that good about being in the cave. He hadn't wanted to come up here in the first place. Who knew what was hidden up in these caves and shafts; who knew what could happen. They hadn't even told anyone where they were going.

While Ryan mentioned something about gold, Brett spotted some old writing on one of the walls. They were in a foreign language, but clearly warning signs about something. They could have been about anything, and right now Brett's mind was on overdrive.

It didn't stop Ryan from pulling out a hammer and chisel, rolling his eyes at Brett's body language. Just as he started chiselling at the rock, it exploded. The two teens ducked for cover, as bits of rock flew everywhere. Dust surrounded the mine shaft, causing the two teenage boys to cough. As the dust cleared, they were finally able to look up to see someone else standing in front of them. At first, both thought they'd been caught by the police but then the realized that it was a woman.

Not just any woman, either. This woman looked like she didn't quite belong here. Her heavy green dress hung to the floor, her arms completely covered. She had a leather strap around her waist, and no shoes on her feet. Her fiery red hair hung loose over her shoulders. Around her neck was a moving, slithering snake.

"I'm free!" She said, before looking down at the two boys, "What year is this?"

"2016." Ryan nervously spoke, looking over to Brett for backup.

"Two hundred years?" the woman spoke, a mixture of shock and anger in her voice. She then held out her hand and looked around the ground, "My wand. Where is my wand?"

"Your what?" Brett asked, with a frown, earning the full wrath of the woman. When they didn't tell her what she wanted to hear, she reached into a small pouch on her leather belt and threw some dust on them. They shrunk before her very eyes, making her smile.

The red-head pulled her snake from around her neck, and then placed him on a rock next to her. The two teenagers tried to run away, but their smaller size made it much harder. The woman grabbed them, feeding them to her pet. Now it was time for her to find her wand.

Opening Credits

Two days earlier

Adam read through the paper at the college campus, while Sam brought over two cups of coffee. They were really meeting to catch up. Apart from the odd weekend and holiday event, both brothers had hardly seen each other. They were too busy with school, internships and their love lives. Sam had finally agreed to asking Sarah out on another date, seeing that it was going well, and Adam was working on building the courage to ask one of the girls out on his course.

As Sam placed Adam's coffee on the table, the younger Winchester pushed the paper across, "Anthony Giles."

"Who's that?"

"I'm surprised you don't know. He's a lawyer in San Francisco," Adam didn't miss the shrug of Sam's shoulders, clearing thinking that he didn't know all the lawyers in the city, "Take a look. He was working late in his office."

Sam decided to entertain his younger brother. Usually it was Dean throwing this type of stuff his way, but Adam had really gotten into the researching and finding of magical problems now and then; more like finding innocents to save, "Throat was slit, room was clean. Andy and Darryl were on the case?"

"Yeah, guess they're not finished with it to let us in right now," Adam nodded, "But no DNA, no prints…now keep reading. It gets better."

Sam did as he was told and was surprised to see that there was security camera footage. There was no footage of the assailant, which could have meant that someone tampered with the tapes, but there was a reason Adam was showing him this.

"It's an invisible killer?" Sam questioned, making Adam nod with a grin.

"So, Scully, wanna check it out. Just you and me?"

"I'm not Scully, you're Scully." Sam frowned, making Adam chuckle.

"No, I'm Mulder. You're a red-headed woman." Adam laughed even harder when he saw bitch-face #324 appear on Sam's face, getting just the reaction he'd wanted.

Andy listened to the story intently, smirking at the idea of Sam being Scully. It was a conversation he could definitely see the two younger Winchester brothers having, after growing up so close. The problem was Sam wasn't giving him details. He needed to know how Karen ended up dead and why Adam was there.

Sam admitted to the detective that he and Adam had visited her as insurance company employees. It was something Karen had completely forgotten about, trying to deal with the death of her husband. For once, they'd decided on something that wasn't illegal; although it was immoral.

"If you could just tell us anything you remember about the night your husband died." Adam said to the woman, notepad out so he could take notes.

"Tony and I were just supposed to have dinner," Karen explained, wiping tears from underneath her black-rimmed glasses, "He called and said he was having computer troubles and that he had to work late. That was it."

"Do you have any idea who could have done this to him?" Sam asked, knowing that she could have easily wondered why insurance employees would need to know that part. That was something for the police. And of course, the police had already asked her these questions. What Sam and Adam hadn't realized was that Andy and Darryl had asked her these questions.

"Did Tony mention anything, you know, unusual to you? In the days before his death?" Adam treaded carefully, as he asked about weird noises or any visions he may have had. Sam cleared his through, glaring at his younger brother, just as Karen looked between the two brothers. The question had stirred something from her. She couldn't help but remember Tony saying he'd woken in the middle of the night to see a woman standing at the foot of their bed. Within a blink, she was gone. But they'd both put it down to a nightmare.

"Did he say what she looked like?" Adam pushed further.

"What the hell difference does it make?" Karen was clearly offended by the question, and Adam couldn't help but try to backtrack over it.

"It's just, uh, our, our company's very thorough." Adam tried, hoping that it would get her to talk.

Karen frowned, but nodded her head, "He said she was pale and she had dark red eyes."

Andy looked at Sam with a look that told him he wasn't amused. There was definitely something missing...something that involved them breaking into Tony's office. People had seen two men matching his and his brother's descriptions. Sam sighed, rubbing his eyes, "Okay, we wanted to see if there was anything, you know, unusual."

"And?" Andy asked, not entirely sure what he wanted the answer to be.

"There was...well, it was strange and even for us," Sam admitted with a nod of his head. He face scrunched up as he remembered the sheet of paper Adam had found, "Someone had printed 'Danashulps' all over a piece of paper. Just over and over again."

"Dana Shulps?" Andy asked, a frown forming. If Sam found it strange, it wasn't a good thing, "A name?"

"I wondered that, so I searched for it," Sam explained, but shook his head at the detective. There wasn't anyone anywhere with that name, "There wasn't even a D. Shulps in the paperwork, or anyone who lived or died in the area in the last 50 years."

"So, how did that lead to Adam being found at Karen's place and you being found in the library?" Andy now asked. Sam couldn't help but sigh, as he explained that Adam had grown bored of research and decided the source was probably the best place to get information from. Of course, that meant Karen.

"He didn't murder Karen, though," Sam shook his head, "I know it."

"I believe you, Sam," Andy nodded his head, "I'm trying to help here. But I can't just let you out to finish the job. Let me tell Dean and your cousins. Maybe they can..."

"Just..." Sam sighed, knowing that he'd get an earful as soon as he got home, "Maybe keep it from Prue if you can."

Andy sighed, knowing he'd already told his fiancée, not really having a choice. For now, Sam had no idea, though, and it could stay that way. With a nod of his head, Andy left the interrogation room and walked down the hallway. There was a phone call he needed to make.

What Andy hadn't realized was that a strange white lighter had shown up at the Halliwell-Winchester Manor. He wore a mustard-colored trench coat, with a suit that was slightly too big for him, and his hair stood out all over the place; almost as if he was an overworked tax accountant.

"Castiel?" Leo asked, frowning as he stepped towards the white lighter. Phoebe and Piper just watched with raised eyebrows, as Castiel was clearly taken aback at Leo being in the house, "What brings you here? Wait, why would you be here? Is it for me?"

"I had no idea you were here, Leo," Castiel shook his head, before glancing across at the two witches, "Where is your sister and your cousins?"

"Now's not really a good time," Phoebe shook her head, "Who are you?"

"I am Castiel," the man said, no hint of emotion behind his voice, "That is all you need to know."

"You're a white lighter." Piper pointed out, and Castiel was clearly annoyed. Glancing at Leo, there was a mutter of how Leo should never have told them about their world, but Leo chose to role his eyes instead.

Turning around to face the two Halliwell sisters, Leo explained who the newcomer was, "Castiel is one of the more senior white lighters. He's been a white lighter for as long as most can remember. You can trust him."

"No offense, but I don't trust people I don't know," Piper said, crossing her arms, "But what do you want? Maybe we can help if innocents are in danger."

"Innocents are in danger," Castiel nodded his head, "The worst thing imaginable happened last night."

"The worst thing imaginable and we're just hearing about it now?" Phoebe asked, a smirk forming on her lips, "Talk about great time management."

"Phoebe..." Leo warned his former charge, before turning back to Castiel. He had an idea what the white lighter had meant, but needed to hear it straight from his mouth.

"Where is Prue and your cousins?" Castiel repeated.

"You just have us right now," Piper folded her arms, waiting impatiently for the white lighter to tell her the news. It wasn't that she hated these magical beings, she was just annoyed that Leo had lost his wings—even temporarily—because he chose to save her life; to save the Charmed Ones. She didn't hate the beings, but wasn't happy with them, "So, tell us what it is."

"You have to come with me."

Phoebe shook her head, making it clear that this Castiel person needed to tell them what it was right now. They weren't going anywhere with someone they'd only just met.

Castiel sighed, his patience running thin. His own charges were never any bother like this. Mind you, his own charges had no idea who he really was. He'd built relationships with them; and not the type that would get him suspended. Leo had really caused a problem with the Charmed Ones finding out who and what he was.

"Two hundred years ago, a good witch turned evil and started using her craft against innocents," Castiel explained, glancing at Leo, knowing that he would know the true danger now, "Fortunately she was tricked in a cave and entombed. This morning, Tuatha escaped."

"Tuatha?" Phoebe raised her eyebrows, "Who wouldn't go bad with a name like that?"

"So, you want us to find her and vanquish her?" Piper asked, shrugging her shoulders, "We can do that while Dean and Prue help get Sam and Adam out of jail."

"You cannot just vanquish her." Castiel shook his head, but the sisters had already started walking up to the attic to do some research on the witch. It was Leo who had to call them back down.

"This is a big deal. A witch can't vanquish her and she kills good witches." Leo explained, his expression showing just how grave the situation was.

"There is only one person who can defeat her. He is known as the Chosen One." Castiel explained, hoping not to have to get into a long explanation of how he was created. There were questions about if this Chosen One was a witch, but that was all. It was clear that they just wanted to get on with the job and protect innocents. That was one thing Castiel respected about the Halliwells and Winchesters; their aim was always to protect innocents.

"You'll need to protect the Chosen One from Tuatha," Leo explained to the sisters, "He needs to use her wand against her. It shouldn't take too long for the wand to come to him, and the law has it that once she's free it will find him. But there is the risk of her finding the wand first."

"What does that mean?" Phoebe asked, now looking between the two white lighters. Castiel and Leo looked at each other, before Castiel finally sighed. Turning his attention to Phoebe, the grave look said everything, "She'll kill the Chosen One, right?"

When Castiel nodded his head, Piper swallowed hard, "And then she'll come after us."

This really was the worst thing imaginable, and they were already at least two witches down. It wasn't like Dean was going to want to help innocents when his brothers were in jail, either. Really, it was up to the two of them and Prue.

Dean and Prue had made it to the police station as soon as they could the next morning. Waiting on the wooden bench for Andy, Prue tapped her foot angrily. Dean paced the floor in front of her, stressing about the fact that both his brothers were being held by the police. Could they even hold them? Would Andy keep them there? Surely Andy knew that if they were around a dead body there was a genuine reason for it; and it wasn't that either of them had killed someone.

Plenty of questions ran through his mind right now. Stopping in his tracks, he turned to Prue to sound off, "Why the hell didn't they say they had a case? That they had an innocent? Why would they go up against it alone?"

"Maybe because they knew I'd go crazy at them for going off to take care of it," Prue suggested, running her hand through her hair, "I mean, my wedding is supposed to be today. Andy is supposed to have the day off for it and he's stuck in there with your damned brothers."

"You'd have left innocents for your wedding day?" Dean asked, eyebrows raised in shock. Had his cousin really decided to put herself first? When she sighed, shaking her head, he had to smile. Prue wanted to believe that she could put her own wants and needs first, but it would never happen. She'd never grown up that way.

"Hey, what are you two doing here?" Darryl's voice called out to them down the hallway. The two witches looked over, with Prue instantly jumping up from the bench.

"Please tell me you can get them out." Prue said with a sigh. While she'd have preferred to see Andy, seeing Darryl was at least helpful. Him knowing about magic and their secret had really helped them recently.

Unfortunately, there was nothing Darryl could do. His disappointed shake of the head told both witches that, and Dean couldn't help but take out his frustration on the wall beside them.

"Dean…" Darryl said, but didn't continue the sentence. What was the point?

"What are they facing?" Prue now asked, taking Dean's arm to try and keep him calm. She could only guess how she would feel if both her sisters had been locked up for something she knew they hadn't done.

"Sam won't be too bad," Darryl explained, "But Adam…he was found at the crime scene, covered in the victim's blood. I'm…I'm not sure if we can do anything for him now. Andy and I are being taken off the case because of our connection to Sam and Adam."

"Who's taking it over?" Dean now asked, worry in his green eyes. That couldn't be good news. It soon turned out that it was the worst news, because the person taking it over was someone known for his ruthless tactics.

Inspector Sheridan had taken over the case, and it definitely wasn't good for Adam. However, the younger Winchester brother had taken a leaf out of his big brother's book. Dean had used his cocky, arrogant attitude enough to talk his way out of trouble, and Adam was going to try it now. If he was honest, his own safety wasn't something he worried about. He was more concerned that there was some sort of vengeful spirit out there. And to make matters worse, he had no way of getting news to Dean and his cousins.

It had led to Inspector Sheridan watching Adam from the observation room. Adam couldn't see him, but Sheridan watched as Adam seemed to think his way through things. Maybe he was planning ways of getting out of this, or trying to work out who was really at fault.

"You getting anywhere with him?" A female inspector asked, walking into the observation room. Sheridan turned, shaking his head at his partner. Inspector Ballard was the good cop in their duo, and had taken over from Andy to find out what Sam knew.

"Just a lot of wise-ass remarks," Sheridan admitted, "You?"

"The stories match to the last detail," Ballard explained, relying the story she'd been told by the taller Winchester brother about how their father had known Tony Giles and they'd visited Karen to offer their condolences. The whole reason they'd gone to Tony's office was to pick up personal items that Karen had wanted. She wasn't sure if that was the same thing Sam and Andy had been talking about, and Ballard was certain there was something missing. This was why Inspector Trudeau had been taken off the case; he was too friendly with the suspects.

"These guys are good." Sheridan sighed, shaking his head. He knew that what they had wasn't going to be enough to hold Sam. Ballard couldn't help but point out that they only had circumstantial evidence for both brothers. The blood on Adam could have been because—as he said—he'd gone back to Karen and found her like that. He was checking for a pulse before ringing 911. Juries had convicted for less than that, so there was some hope.

"Where's the murder weapon?" Ballard now asked, "What's the motive? You talk about reasonable doubt…"

"Diana," Sheridan turned to face his partner, gently and lovingly placing his hand on her cheek, "Do you have reasonable doubt? One of these guys will tumble. They're just college kids."

"Sam's a law student." Diana pointed out.

"And he won't want to risk his career for his murderer brother," Sheridan explained, "You know, it's a shame it wasn't the eldest Winchester found at the crime scene…that Dean guy. I mean, he was connected to those crimes in St. Louis."

"You want to pin the murder on an innocent person now?" Diana asked, shocked that her partner would suggest something like this. Sheridan shook his head with a frustrated sigh. He just wanted to get to the end of this.

"I know Tony was your friend and you wanna clean this mess up quick, but come on," Diana sighed, grabbing his hand, "Tony knew a lot of criminal types. I mean, maybe we're just…"

"Criminal types? He was a defense lawyer!" the male inspector pulled away from his partner. It was obvious he would know criminal types, but that didn't mean the man—no, more like boy—they had in custody wasn't the murderer.

"Well, let's get back at 'em." Diana suggested, but Sheridan had another plan. He wanted them to stew in their juices. That would get one of them talking.

It took a while, though. Both brothers were still trying to work out the name Dana Shulps, knowing that it meant something. While Adam muttered the name to himself over and over again, Sam had pulled out a piece of paper to write the name down. Staring at the name, he frowned with the pen to his lips.

The two Winchesters seemed to work out the conundrum at the same time. Maybe it wasn't a name after all. Maybe it was an anagram.

A knock on the interrogation room caught Adam's attention. He looked up to see a middle-aged, bumbling man with a smile on his face walk into the room.

"Mr. Winchester?"

"Yeah?" Adam asked, knowing exactly who this would be. It was his defense lawyer. Sam would have a field day if he could see the type of lawyer the public defender's office was sending, "Oh, thank God I'm saved." Adam couldn't help but mutter to himself as Jeffrey Krause sat on the other side of the table.

"So…"

"Hey, could I, uh, borrow a pen from you? And some paper?" Adam asked, hoping that writing out the letters would help him work out this anagram. Taken aback, Krause took a pen out of his pocket and some paper out of his worn, brown leather briefcase. Adam instantly went to work, while Jeffrey explained that without the murder weapon, it would be a little harder to pin the murder on him. The issue was the blood literally on his hands.

Adam ignored the lawyer, jotting down various phrases, "Mr. Winchester, what are you doing?"

"I think it's an anagram." Adam told the lawyer, knowing that he wasn't making much sense. That didn't matter. He'd make sense to his brothers and cousins.

Looking down at his handiwork, Adam looked through all the different works. Showing them to Jeffrey, he asked for his opinion. Did any of them make any sense, because they didn't to him.

"Do you understand how serious these charges are?" Jeffrey couldn't believe what he was hearing. He'd heard rumors that the Winchesters had been involved in some creepy cases over the last year, along with their Halliwell cousins, but he'd hoped this wasn't one of them. If he was honest, he hadn't wanted to take this on but his boss had made him. At least it wasn't the eldest brother.

"I'm handcuffed to a table. Yeah, I get it," Adam held up his hand, as if to point out that he couldn't move very far. Darryl had already explained that this was something they did with all murder suspects, "Humor me. Take a quick look. Are there any names, locations, anything that you recognize on that list?"

Jeffrey took the paper from his new pro bono client and then frowned. There was one on there that made some sense. Taking out the first three letters, he pointed out that Ashland was a street name on the other side of the city. Adam groaned, nodding his head. Of course it was. It was a bad part of town.

"Let's start with where you were the night Anthony Giles died." Jeffrey said, now happy that he'd placated his client. Adam still wasn't interested though, and was now writing something on a piece of paper.

"Can you get in to see my brother? Maybe even talk to Andy Trudeau or Darryl Morris?"

"Mr. Winchester, you could be facing life imprisonment here."

"Hey, thanks for the law review, Matlock," Adam sighed, frustrated with the man in front of him. That wasn't something he cared too much about right now, "If you really want to help me," Adam folded a note and handed it to the lawyer, "I need you to see my brother or one of the inspectors who brought us in."

The lawyer stepped out of the room and made his way towards the questioning room that Sam was being held in. On the way, he passed Inspector Darryl Morris and started to wonder whether he would be more help. Against his better judgment, he stopped the inspector, who was talking to a man and woman.

"Inspector Morris?" Jeffrey asked, "I'm sorry to interrupt."

"Can I help you?" Darryl asked, uncertain of who the man was in front of him.

"I've…can we talk in private please. I've just come from Mr. Winchester…"

"Winchester? Which one?" Dean asked, stepping forward, "They're my brothers."

"You're Dean," Jeffrey didn't ask a question. Just looking at him and seeing the worry in his green eyes told him everything he knew. When Dean nodded, Jeffrey handed him the note that Adam had written. Surely it would make sense to him, too, "I hope it makes more sense to you than it does to me."

Dean looked down at the note and smiled with a nod, "Thanks."

Once he was done, Jeffrey needed to get to Sam Winchester. If Adam wouldn't talk about the case, maybe Sam would. However, as he was on his way, Diana Ballard walked past them.

"Mr. Krause, we need you back in the interrogation room now, please."

"What's going on?" Prue now asked, joining her cousin.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Krause we need you now."

While there wasn't much good news for the Winchesters, there was some good news for the two Halliwell sisters trying to find the Chosen One. They didn't really need to look hard, because Castiel already knew who the boy was. That was where the problem was…the Chosen One was just a boy. He couldn't have been more than 16.

It didn't help that Piper and Phoebe still didn't really trust Castiel. He was too strict, nothing like Leo. There was no joking around with him, almost as if he'd forgotten how to be human. Leo had said that all white lighters had once been mortal people who'd died, but Castiel seemed more like a robot. Had he really been a white lighter for that long?

"Leo, he's a nerd!" Phoebe couldn't help but point out as she watched a blond-haired boy have his books knocked from his hands.

"I didn't choose him," Leo explained, trying to ease some tension between the sisters and Castiel, "All we care about is that he can help save your lives."

"He's a teenager," Piper shook her head, refusing to put a child in danger, "Tuatha will destroy him."

"He will find the wand and learn how to use it," Castiel said, as if there was no danger in the plan, "Tuatha will know that he is the Chosen One and will destroy him if you do not help him."

Piper still didn't feel comfortable, now watching the teenager practice magic tricks after picking up his books. It was clear that he hardly had any friends.

"I did not expect you, your sister and your cousins to be the Charmed Ones." Castiel now pointed out. He had expected six cousins with experience in handling the craft, and definitely not a line mixed with the blood of hunters.

With a reluctant sigh, Piper turned to Leo, "What's his name?"

"Kyle. Kyle Gwydien."

"And does he know?" Phoebe now asked, sighing when she watched the white lighter and her former white lighter shake their heads. Biting her bottom lip, she looked over to her sister. How were they going to break the news to him that he needed to defeat the most powerful evil witch in the world?

"I guess we better show him our powers, first." Piper sighed, grabbing her sister and walking down the footpath to the school. Kyle was just walking towards them, when Phoebe stopped him.

"Do I know you?"

"Not yet," Phoebe smiled, wishing that Adam was here to do this. Even having Aviva around would have been helpful, "You'll know the both of us eventually."

"I think you might have me confused with someone else." The boy said, passing the two sisters and walking down the footpath. Phoebe decided to jump straight into telling him that he was the Chosen One, hoping that it would be enough to get him to stop. It didn't help that they knew the clock was ticking.

Kyle had stopped, but soon walked away again when the sisters started talking about magic—real magic. He had enough of people making fun of him at school.

Piper knew that she needed to show him her powers, and quickly got Kyle's attention. As he turned, she flicked her wrists, freezing him and everyone else within the circle of her powers, including Leo and Castiel. Phoebe quickly rushed around to stand behind Kyle, and Piper flicked her wrists again. People moved around as if nothing had happened. Only, Kyle realized that Phoebe was no longer standing with her sister.

"Behind you." Phoebe smirked, making Kyle jump. He looked between the two sisters, seeing Piper join him and Phoebe.

"How did you do that?" Kyle asked, gobsmacked at the events.

"Magic," Phoebe grinned excitedly. She loved being able to share this side of her, "Wanna know more?"

Back at the police station, Dean and Prue knew that there was very little they could do. At the same time, the Halliwell sisters had finally managed to call Prue about their magical issue.

"We need to split up," Dean sighed, looking over at his cousin, "You take care of this Chosen One and I'll deal with this Ashland place. I'm hoping that getting there will tell me more."

"There's some good news," Andy jogged up to the two witches and his partner, "Sam's being released."

"Sam? That's great."

"Yeah, they've decided they don't have enough evidence to hold him," Andy explained, but there was a grave look on his face, "I've heard Adam is confessing, though."

"What!"

That was the reason the female inspector had needed the lawyer. Adam had made the decision to confess to something, and a video camera was being set up to allow for this to happen. Jeffrey Krause had been shocked to hear what was going on when he walked in, and instantly pleaded with his client, "Mr. Winchester? I'd advise against this strongly."

"Talk directly into the camera, stating your name for the record." Inspector Sheridan ignored the lawyer, and looked directly at the 20-year-old.

Adam continued the arrogance as he looked in the camera with a smirk, "My name is Adam Winchester. I'm a Libra. I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach, and beautiful women. And I did not kill anyone. But I know who did. Or rather what did," he was really testing things by doing this, but he needed to get the police on his side. Part of him hoped that Darryl or Andy were in the observation room opposite them, "Of course, it can't be for sure, because our investigation was interrupted. But our working theory was that we're looking for some kind of vengeful spirit."

"Excuse me?" Inspector Ballard questioned, shock and confusion on her face. Adam couldn't help but look up at her and mention Casper the bloodthirsty ghost.

The spectators in the observation room couldn't help but laugh. Some of them had heard about some of the unusual cases Andy and Darryl had worked on, with the Halliwells and Winchesters getting in the way. Just as they were laughing, Darryl stepped into the room to see how the case was going. One of the spectators looked at him, smirking, "Guess he's just as crazy as we thought."

"He confessed?"

"Oh, better than that," the spectator said, "I think he's aiming for an insanity plea. Keeps talking about vengeful spirits."

Darryl frowned, but remained in the room to watch the rest of this 'confession'.

"Tony Giles saw it and I'll bet you anything Karen did, too," Adam explained to the camera, "But see, the interesting thing is the word it leaves behind. For some reason it's trying to tell us something. But communicating across the vale isn't always easy. I know from experience, although my brother understands this more. Spirits sometimes get things jumbled. I'm sure you know the reasoning behind "REDRUM," Adam looked around, seeing some understanding on faces, but maybe just at the use of such a popular term. He didn't care, though, and continued, "This time it's an anagram. We thought this was a name, at first. Dana Shulps was written everywhere, but now I'm not too sure. I think it's Ashland. I bet whatever it is started there."

Adam grinned at Inspector Sheridan, who rushed over to Adam and grabbed him by the collar. Adam couldn't do anything as he was pushed up against the wall, but he wasn't going to fight back anyway.

"Pete, that's enough!" Diana quickly rushed over to her partner, hearing Adam mumble something about asking for the truth. She frowned, as Sheridan told another police officer to lock him up. He was going to deal with something else.

For Diana, the name Dana Shulps had worried her. She hadn't told anyone but earlier that day the name had popped up on her computer screen over and over again. If Adam was telling the truth, it could mean that she was next. Rather than telling anyone, though, she made her way to the bathroom. Washing her face could help wake her from this nightmare. How Trudeau and Morris had dealt with these strange cases in the past she'd never know.

As she leaned forward on the sink, she looked at herself through the mirror. Suddenly, the sink in front of her turned on without her even pushing the button. Recoiling, she worried even more when the other taps turned on, too. Steam from the hot taps clouded the mirror, and Danashulps appeared slowly.

Looking around, Diana looked for any sign that she was being set up by something. She knew Sam had been released. Maybe he'd decided to help his brother's crazy idea that Casper was killing people.

Suddenly, a woman with dirty, greasy blonde hair appeared in front of her. Diana screamed, looking at the woman who was trying to say something to her. Around her neck was a deep slash, and her eyes were bright red. But just as quickly as she appeared, the woman disappeared in front of Diana's very eyes. Now she really knew she needed help, and there was only a select few people who would be able to offer that.

While Dean waited for Sam to be released, Andy had decided to drive Prue home. It wasn't like they could do much, and Darryl had text to say that Adam hadn't really confessed, but had told them all about the vengeful spirit and the anagram. The note now made more sense to Dean, as he realized his brother had obviously come across a word and was now sharing what it really meant. Once Sam got out, they'd be able to handle the rest of it.

For Prue, she was more and more certain that her wedding day was completely ruined. Despite it being an small gathering in the afternoon, it was now 10am and they were starting to run out of time.

"I still didn't pick up something from work," Prue groaned, as she thought about the wedding, "Can you drop me off there first?"

"Want me to come in with you?" Andy asked, but Prue shook her head. He'd felt guilty for all this happening. If Andy and Darryl hadn't been joined by other police officers at the time of getting to the house, they wouldn't have bothered arresting Adam. Sam wouldn't have been found at the library, because there wouldn't have been a connection to him and the Giles residence. He'd really wished they'd gone in alone, now.

"We'll still get married today, Prue." Andy told his fiancée, sensing the doubt from her. Prue shook her head, disappointment in her eyes.

"I'm not getting married without all my cousins there. I refuse to do it, Andy." With that, she got out of the car and made her way to the office. It was a good job that she was there. Just as she was walking past the unusually empty waiting room, she heard a scream. Looking across, she saw an elderly woman pointing at a snake, asking desperately for help. A red-haired woman in a long, old-fashioned green dress stood in front of her, holding onto what looked like a wand with a glowing amber jewel on the top.

"Who are you?" The elderly woman looked up at the woman. She just grinned evilly, waving the wand to make the woman just disappear. With a wave of Prue's hand, the red-head flew backwards, slamming against a wall. The wand fell out of her hands, and Prue used her powers to grab it, before rushing out of the office.

"Prue?" Sarah's voice stopped her in her tracks.

"Sarah, you need to get out of here, now," Prue explained to the young girl, "Whatever you do, stay away from the red-head in the waiting room."

With no time to explain any more, Prue rushed out of the building and straight to Andy's waiting car. He looked at her, wondering why she needed to grab something that looked like a wand. After everything that had happened in the office, Prue had forgotten about the items she needed to grab from work. All she knew was that she needed to get this wand back to her sisters.

It hadn't been easy to explain magic and being the Chosen One to Kyle. Like the sisters had initially expected, he didn't want to believe them. Sure, seeing the proof meant that magic was real and the sister were witches, but that didn't mean he was the Chosen One. That was something he definitely refused to believe.

How could someone like him be the Chosen One? He was a loner—the one person that bullies picked on. Every day involved avoiding those more likely to beat him up, so he didn't have to lie to his worried single-mom anymore.

"You're the only one who can stop Tuatha." Castiel said in a matter-of-fact way, earning a glare from the two Halliwell sisters.

"That doesn't help," Piper informed him, before turning back to the teenager, "Look, I know that this is a lot for you to take in and your first instinct is to resist it. That's how I felt when I got my powers, and sometimes I still do."

"You should talk to our cousin Dean for resisting." Phoebe smirked. Piper chuckled, but continued with her attempt to help the young boy.

"We've learned that you cannot fight your destiny. It's like fighting who you are, who you're meant to be."

"And your destiny is to vanquish the evil witch, Tuatha." Leo joined in, hoping to ease the boy's fears.

Kyle shook his head, looking between the four adults. His brothers had to have put them up to it. They liked to play practical jokes on him. After all, he was easy pickings. Refusing to listen, Kyle got up and made his way to the door.

He would have left had Prue not walked through the door with Andy just at that time. As Piper shouted to stop him, the wand in Prue's hand started to flow.

"That is the wand." Castiel said, seeing that it instantly recognized the Chosen One. Prue just looked between her sisters, Leo and the newcomers, holding the wand up and waving it.

"Where did you get that?" Phoebe asked, rushing over to her sister, but Prue wasn't in the mood to entertain guests. As she tried to get rid of the two people she knew, Phoebe insisted that Kyle held onto the wand. Deciding not to argue, she held out the wand and allowed Kyle to grab it.

"Go ahead, it won't hurt you." Leo assured the boy, encouraging him to grab the item. As soon as he did, the amber jewel glowed again, making Leo and Castiel both smile. Prue watched with awe, as Piper and Phoebe weren't sure whether this was going to be a good or bad thing. It now meant that he was in more danger.

"I erm…maybe we should take this to the attic." Prue suggested, not giving anyone a chance by making her way up the stairs. Andy glanced at Leo, before following his fiancée up the stairs.

"Kyle," Piper turned to the boy, "Why don't you go to the kitchen and help yourself to whatever you want. That's if you're staying."

"I'm staying," Kyle nodded his head, "But I don't know how long for."

That was good enough for the Charmed sisters, as they made their way up the stairs with their sister and future brother-in-law.

Prue clearly wasn't willing to let a boy go up against the evil witch she had just faced. While Leo and Castiel argued that she needed to, Prue told her sisters what she'd seen—how the woman had literally just disappeared with a wave of the wand.

"It is his destiny to defeat Tuatha." Castiel said, his voice deep and almost threatening. Prue glared at the newcomer, shaking her head in disgust.

"I don't know who you are or what you have to do with this, but I refuse to let this happen," she told him, "What right do you have to dictate the destiny of a 16-year-old."

"I am a white lighter," Castiel said, clearly annoyed that Prue was even questioning him, "This is his destiny and he must follow it. If he does not, Tuatha will win and the world will be destroyed. The Founders need him to…"

"We can deal with it," Prue shook her head, "We're the Charmed Ones. If he had to do it, why did I get the wand?"

"So it would get to Kyle," Leo explained. He hated having to ask this of a boy, but it was necessary, "It's part of the law. If you guys were meant to defeat Tuatha, there would be a spell in the Book of Shadows."

"There isn't," Piper sighed, "We checked."

Prue sighed, running her hand through her hair. Andy looked up at Leo, a worried look in his brown eyes, "I know you've never guided them down the wrong path before, Leo, but is this really wise? Why not let them go up against this Tuatha witch, and then if they fail then they can turn to Kyle and help him?"

"That is not the way." Castiel argued.

"Why are you still here?" Phoebe now turned on the white lighter, who hadn't been that helpful when it came to this problem. Go back to your Founders and tell them we'll do this our way.

Castiel frowned, but knew when he was not wanted. He would return when they were open to be guided. With a flash of blue and white lights, Castiel was gone, leaving the core group of members in the attic. They felt a little easier without the strict newcomer in the house now, but there was still the heavy weight of this evil witch coming to attack.

"If you go up against Tuatha, she will kill you." Leo sighed, realizing that Andy still wanted an answer to his question.

Prue chuckled at the idea, "We'll find Tuatha before she finds us." Prue walked towards the attic door, followed by Phoebe. They both realized that Piper was not with them, so turned back to face her, "Piper?"

Piper glanced at Leo first, before finally joining her sisters and heading back down to the kitchen. Leo couldn't help but turn to face Andy, "This is too dangerous."

"I've learned you sometimes just have to let them do it their way, first."

Jenny had watched Prue and Andy walk into the house, instantly recognizing the wand in her hand. The timing couldn't have been more perfect. Tuatha had clearly been released if they had that wand now. She hadn't missed the blond-haired boy being ushered into the house earlier. He had to be the Chosen One.

Looking in the mirror, she watched her yellow eyes disappear. The more she looked like the 16-year-old niece of Dan Gordon, the easier it would be to find out more and lead Tuatha to the Halliwell sisters. Even if the Winchesters weren't there, getting rid of three witches would be enough right now. Once happy, she made her way down the stairs of her house and out the back door. The best way into the house would be through the back door, which never tended to get locked during the day.

"Hey, who are you?" Jenny asked, instantly seeing the blond-haired boy in the kitchen on his own. He held the wand of Tuatha, looking at it as if it was going to do something strange and magical.

"Apparently I'm the Chosen One." Kyle said, without really thinking. It was just what Jenny needed to hear, and she couldn't help but grin.

"I haven't see you around before. What's your name?" Jenny now asked, trying to get as much information as possible. It was clear the boy wasn't used to people talking to him, because he just kept giving one-word answers. As they talked, the wand suddenly started spinning on the spot. Kyle had no idea how he was doing it, but he definitely found it cool.

Prue walked in to the kitchen to see the wand spinning and Jenny in the room. She instantly glared at the 16-year-old girl, "Jenny, you shouldn't be here."

"Okay, I can take a hint," Jenny held her hands up in defense, looking around to see Piper just behind Prue, "My Uncle Dan would like to talk to you."

"I've got nothing to say to him." Piper said, making it clear that Jenny wasn't welcome here right now—if ever. Once Jenny was gone, Phoebe looked at Kyle with a smirk, "Still think you're not the Chosen One?"

Back at the station, Diana had located Dean Winchester, who was still waiting for Sam to be released. He waited alone, and Diana knew that this was probably the best time to talk to him about what she'd seen. There was no way of getting in to see Adam without eyes on her.

"Dean?" Diana asked, "I'm Inspector Ballard and I was wondering if we could speak."

"I'm waiting for my brother, right now." Dean shook his head, making it clear that he wasn't interested in speaking to anybody. The inspector knew she would have to try a little harder.

"Adam mentioned something about an anagram. I think I saw it," she said, "And the spirit."

Dean frowned, but it didn't last long. Instead, it was shockingly replaced with wide grin, "Sammy!" Diana looked around as Dean rushed past her, seeing the two brothers embrace in a manly hug. Darryl stood just behind them, smiling at the fact that one of them had been released at least.

Sam Winchester had instantly noticed that Diana was standing with his brother when he turned the corner. Curiosity getting the better of him, he couldn't help but look at her, "What are you doing with my brother?"

"I was…well, I was actually looking for help," Diana explained, looking between the three men, "I think I saw the spirit."

Sam looked directly at Dean, fear clearly in his brown eyes. Dean sighed deeply, understanding what his brother wanted without even saying anything. Nodding his head, he looked at the inspector, "Okay, we need to know everything. And Sammy, I need to know everything you and Adam know."

"Maybe I should show you these, too." Diana said, holding out her wrists. Dean and Sam couldn't help but frown at the red marks, unmistakeable from some sort of bindings. Darryl recognized them too, instantly frowning.

"When did they appear?"

"After I saw it," Diana said, "You guys aren't crazy, are you?"

"Oh princess, those who don't believe this stuff are crazy." Dean chuckled with a roll of his eyes.

There wasn't much time to go through things at the police station. Both Winchesters needed to work on helping their little brother get out of jail, and they needed to take care of the spirit going after its victims. Sam was certain that Diana had become the next target, and they needed to do something to keep her safe.

"We need to work out who the spirit is," Dean sighed, "Any idea of people who have gone missing or died from Ashland Street?" The list would be long, but Darryl had already been doing some research. Motioning for everyone to follow him to his desk, he showed a stack of crime scene photos he'd found. If Diana had seen the spirit, she may recognize one of them in the list. It didn't take long for Diana to spot one that looked a lot like the ghost she'd seen. Pulling it out, the three men looked over her shoulders.

"Claire Becker?" Sam frowned, "Disappeared about eight or nine months ago."

"I don't know her, though." Diana shook her head, trying to understand why this ghost would come after her.

As Dean read through the arrest record, something stood out, "Did you ever work in narcotics?"

"Before homicide, with Pete," Diana nodded, but she couldn't remember ever arresting her. It definitely seemed like the spirit though, matching the description except the red eyes; that had to be from her death, though.

"Says here she was last seen at 2911 Ashland Street," Darryl said, "I guess that's where we start, right? Maybe her body is there."

"Why would you need the body?" Diana asked, making Dean smirk.

"Need to put her to rest," he said, "Only way to do that is to salt and burn her bones."

As difficult as it was for Diana to initially believe in ghosts, more of this all seemed to add up. It was clear now how someone could get into a house or office, murder someone and not leave a trace of them. Dean had even explained how ghosts could use their magic to cause harm to people; there was no need for weapons.

Once they got to Ashland Street, they split up to search for the bones. However, Diana had no idea what she was looking for. It was only when she saw Claire's ghost again that she screamed for help. The ghost got closer to her, reaching her hand out, as she tried to say something. The brothers and Darryl got there but it was too late. Just as they ran into the room, the spirit disappeared, leaving Diana alone.

"Did she attack you?" Sam asked, concern filling his eyes. Diana shook her head. At no point did she feel threatened. It was like the woman needed to reach out to someone; wanted to tell her something. The idea of it had Darryl looking over at the window.

"Hey, can one of you help me move this?" Darryl said, rushing over to the window. Dean joined him, helping him move a shelving unit away from the dirty window. Labelling from the outside was visible, but it made no sense right now. It was only when they looked over at the wall and saw the reflected letters that they all understood more.

"Ashland Sup…" Dean chuckled.

"Our mystery word," Sam shook his head, eyes wide, "The extra letters finally make sense."

Dean wasn't in the mood to try and understand a spirit's confusion. Instead, he pulled his EMF reader from his jacket pocket and rushed over to the wall with the reflected letters.

"What is that?" Diana asked, looking between Sam and Darryl. The black inspector shook his head with a small smile, "Trust me, you don't really want to understand this."

A purring noise from the reader made Dean smile. It looked like this was where the body would be. Knocking a small hole in the wall with a small sledgehammer he found in the abandoned building. Once a small hole had formed, Dean shone a flashlight into the gap and nodded. There was definitely something in there.

It didn't take long for the group of them to pull the wall out, as Sam commented on how something still bothered him, "No vengeful spirit has ever wanted to be wasted, Dean."

"I know," Dean frowned, "I don't get why this one wants to be. It's not making much sense. Are you sure you and Adam got this right?"

Sam rolled his eyes at his brother's doubt, and then pulled a shroud-wrapped body from the larger hole in the wall. Placing it on the ground, he pulled out his pocket knife and cut the ropes binding the body in the bag. It was only then that they were able to unravel the fabric and see the body.

"Her wrists," Diana pointed out, holding out her wrists, "They're bound."

"They'd be bruised just like yours." Darryl agreed, as the Winchester brothers examined the corpse. Diana was the one that spotted Claire's necklace, touching it cautiously.

"Does that mean something to you?" Sam asked, seeing the sad frown on her face. With a nod, Diana pulled out the same necklace from under her own shirt. It was one Pete had given to her, and was supposed to be one of a kind.

Phoebe turned the pages of the Book of Shadows, her sisters watching intently. She knew that the spell was in here somewhere, she just had to remember where she saw it. Finally coming across it, she grinned and tapped the page in the book with her index finger, "Here it is. The scrying spell."

"Scrying? What's that?" Piper asked, looking at Prue for answers, but she had no idea. It was up to Phoebe to explain how scrying would help them magically find a someone or something. It didn't need much; just a map, piece of string and crystal. They had all three in the house right now.

While they did that, Tuatha had come across a loan hiker, lost in the woods on his third day. He was clearly scared, and her appearance scared him even more. She couldn't help but smile at his nervousness as she stepped towards him. As he spoke about some Blair Witch documentary, Tuatha threw some of her golden magical dust at him, hitting his chest. She then reached into his chest, grabbing his heart.

The hiker's eyes grew wide, pain burning through his chest and into his left arm. Tuatha just tilted her head to one side, looking into his blue eyes, "You know it takes 15-20 seconds for a person to die after their heart has been damaged? And since that time is almost up, from the bottom of my heart I thank you."

Tuatha looked down at her hand, as the hiker fell to the ground, a hole in his chest. His heart beat a couple more times before stopping, with blood dripping down Tuatha's arm. It was just what she needed.

It was just after that that Phoebe had found her location thanks to the scrying spell. Now they could go up against her.

The problem for the three Charmed sisters was that Kyle was downstairs doubting himself. He'd had no idea how he'd made the wand spin, and there was no chance he was making it happen again. No matter how much Leo told him he could do it, Kyle was sure it wasn't going to work.

"It came from your heart, from inside of you," Leo tried to get through to him, hoping against everything that this boy could gain the strength and confidence he would need, "You willed it."

"So, I'm supposed to will some evil witch dead?" Kyle asked, trying to get his head around the danger they were asking him to throw himself into, "Why me? I don't understand that. Out of everyone else…"

"Don't sell yourself short, Kyle," Leo smiled softly, wondering just how Castiel would have managed to get through to him without his people skills. That was something Castiel had lost over the years, without having that many charges as he continued to move up the ranks of white lighters, "You saw what you did before. Now, that was you. All you have to do is believe in yourself. Try it again."

Kyle didn't have time to try again as the three sisters walked into the kitchen. They were making it clear that this wasn't Kyle's fight; it was theirs. Leo quickly grabbed Piper's arm, as they walked out of the house, "Please, don't."

"Leo, we need to do this," Piper shook her head, and then turned as Prue opened the front door. Without looking, she stepped forward, walking into Dan who was waiting at the front door, ready to knock. Piper glared at him, darkness in her voice, "What are you doing here? You're not welcome."

"Piper, please, I just…I'm sorry…" Dan stuttered, but Piper shook her head. Looking over at the other two sisters, he could see that he wasn't welcome at all.

"We don't have the time for this," Piper shook her head, before placing her hand on Dan's chest to get him to step out of their way, "We have innocents to save."

"Innocents? Maybe I can help." Dan offered, hoping to get back into the good books of the three witches after realizing that they may not be as evil as he initially thought.

"You help?" Piper scoffed, shaking her head, "We don't ask hunters who want us dead for help."

Piper finally stepped past the hunter, making her way to Prue's car. Prue and Phoebe just shook their heads, before stepping past him and to the car. Dan glanced over at Leo, who just shook his head and then closed the door. It was clear the hunter wasn't wanted.

Phoebe led the way through the woods to the cave, sure that they were getting close. It was getting darker out, and Piper couldn't help but shiver. It wasn't that cold out, but the fear mixed with the dropping temperatures were having an effect on her.

Prue opted to go first. Not only did she want to keep her sisters safe, but she also knew the witch had only seen her. Tuatha didn't know about the other two Charmed Ones, yet.

Taking a step into the cave, a bat flew past her head. Prue couldn't help but shriek at it, stepping sideways onto something that cracked underneath her feet. Glancing down, she shivered at the sight of a skeleton on the ground.

Getting further into the cave didn't make it any easier. More skeletons lined the walls, and on one of the rocks was a bloody heart.

"Okay, okay, okay." Prue whispered to herself, eyes widening at the sight of the heart.

"Thank you for not keeping me waiting long," A familiar voice said from behind Prue, making her turn around sharply, "You witches are so predictable."

Narrowing her eyes, Prue tried to use her telekinesis on the evil witch, but nothing happened. Tuatha just laughed at her, commenting on the spell she'd just used to remove her powers, "Obviously, you didn't count on that, witch."

What Tuatha hadn't counted on was there to be more witches. Piper and Phoebe rushed into the dark cave, but Tuatha was somewhat ready. Throwing a small bomb-like instrument to the ground, Piper and Phoebe were forced to their knees. It gave Prue enough time to get to her sisters.

"Are you guys okay?"

"Three witches. I'll be ready for that next time." Tuatha said, before disappearing in flames. Phoebe's eyes widened in awe, not stopping the word 'cool' from escaping her lips. They all had to admit that it was definitely a cool way for the evil witch to leave.

Despite not being on the case anymore, Andy had kept up to date with what was happening to Adam Winchester. It was because of that that he found out when Adam was being relocated, without the proper paperwork being processed. His spider senses started tingling, and he called Darryl right away while following where Adam was being taken.

It got even more suspicious when only Pete Sheridan was with Adam. That wasn't the usual protocol.

Darryl, meanwhile, was still with the Winchesters and Diana Ballard at the Ashland property. For Sam and Dean, everything was falling into place. Sam's previous idea of a vengeful spirit was wrong, and now he believed she was a death omen.

"I've been doing some research into the different types of spirits," Sam explained, when even Dean was surprised at the idea. Sam wondered whether Dean was just surprised that Sam had thought of something he hadn't, and he tried hard not to be offended by that. Darryl and Diana were more confused over the idea of death omens, so Sam explained, "Claire isn't killing anyone. She's trying to warn them. Sometimes spirits don't want vengeance, but justice. This is why she brought us here. She wants us to know who her killer is."

Dean nodded his head, glancing down at the body before looking at Diana, "How much do you know about your partner?"

"Pete? You think Pete did this?" Darryl asked, but then thought back to the conversation he'd just had with Andy, "That would explain…"

"Oh my God! It explains the heroin!" Diana gasped, placing her hand to her mouth as her eyes grew wide, "Some heroin went missing from lockup about a year ago."

"I heard about that," Darryl nodded, "It had to be a cop. Never did hear who it was."

"We never found out," Diana explained, shaking her head. It was all piecing together, now, "Whoever did it would need someone to fence their product."

All eyes looked down at the body. It was clear that Claire was the fencer, and it all fit that Sheridan had killed her to keep her quiet.

Adam sat in the back of the prison transport, shaking his head at himself. This all seemed a little too convenient. Sheridan had walked into the holding room, telling him that he was being transferred to a different jail. It wasn't that Adam didn't trust the police system, but he didn't trust this guy. Something deep inside of him told him that there was something wrong here.

What he hadn't realized was that Andy was driving just behind them. Sheridan transporting Adam stood out as strange, especially with just Pete Sheridan doing the transporting. Without Darryl getting back to him and without knowing the Winchesters were on their way to save their brother, Andy had really had no choice but to follow under the cover of darkness.

There wasn't much communication happening. If there was, Andy would have realized that the Winchesters were on their way. They weren't that far behind after getting the lo-jack turned on. Diana and Darryl were feeling apprehensive hearing that not only was Andy worried about Adam's well-being but that dispatch had been trying to call Pete and he wasn't answering the radio.

While Andy, Dean, Sam, Darryl and Diana were after Adam and Pete before it was too late, Leo was trying to help Kyle handle the wand. Kyle was still adamant that Leo had the wrong person, seeing that nothing was happening when it came to trying to use the wand. It took time but Leo was finally losing his patience.

"Alright, you're not just the seventh son, you are the seventh generation of chosen ones," Leo tried to explain why it had to be Kyle who handled the wand and vanquished Tuatha, "It's in your blood. You just have to believe."

And this is where it came back in a full circle. Adam didn't believe in anything, especially not himself. Leo shook his head, rubbing his eyes before finally throwing his hands in the air, "Innocent people are going to die. Are you willing to live with that?"

"No," Kyle shook his head, raising his voice, "No, you don't lay that crap on me."

"Does that make you mad?" Leo asked, clearly not apologetic for his words, "Good. At least that means finally you're being a real you."

Kyle was just telling Leo what he wanted to hear, he wanted Kyle to get angry. As he got angrier, there was a chance that he would figure out just what he was angry about. It was clear what Kyle was angry about, and Leo decided to push some buttons, "You think you're the forgotten one. Sick and tired of it all, too, aren't you? Well, aren't you?"

The wand glowed in Kyle's hand and suddenly Leo found himself flying through the air and into the glass window. Landing on the front lawn hard, Leo groaned, but he'd made happen just what he wanted.

Panicking, Kyle rushed over to the window to see Leo lying on the ground in pain, "I'm sorry!"

"What the hell!" Piper shrieked, rushing over to Leo, so she could help him stand. Prue and Phoebe looked at Kyle through the broken window, "What the hell was that?"

"A little training, that's all." Leo explained, letting Piper help him stand up.

"Leo, you're mortal now. You can't just let yourself get thrown through windows!" Piper groaned, as Prue commented about the cost of fixing the window. Leo was more concerned at the fact that Piper was bleeding on her head, and soon realized that Tuatha had been ready.

"She stripped away my power." Prue admitted.

"And then literally disappeared before I had the chance to freeze her," Piper explained, "It's a good thing she wasn't expecting all three of us, otherwise we wouldn't have gotten out there."

Everything that Leo had worried about had almost happened. Now hopefully they would agree to training Kyle, so he could do his duty; fulfil his destiny. Of course, that would only happen if Kyle would try, but seeing the destruction of the window and how the Charmed sisters had been getting back from trying to vanquish her had scared him off. As Kyle rushed out of the house, all the Charmed Ones could do was find out if there was a way to strip away the powers of an evil witch. This was just Phoebe's forte.

Back in the cave, Tuatha had now collected two more hearts. She would strip the powers from the other two witches. As she sprinkled her dust, her snake hissed, alerting her to newcomers. Frowning, Tuatha turned, wondering whether the three witches were stupid enough to come back already. Hadn't they learned that she couldn't be vanquished?

Instead, she caught a young girl—no more than 16—her long dark hair covering her shoulders. But this wasn't just any young girl. Tuatha could see the glowing yellow eyes, and she couldn't help but grin.

"Well, it looks like someone's been very favorable to you over the years, Azazel," Tuatha stated. Azazel just looked at her with a roll of the eyes of the host he had, "I'm surprised to see you in that, though."

"This girl is close to the Charmed Ones," Azazel explained, "Who just happen to be the witches you went up against earlier."

"The Charmed Ones?" Tuatha tilted her head with a frown, "But there was only three of them. I thought…"

"The other three are dealing with another problem," the Yellow-Eyed Demon explained, "But they won't rest without you gone."

"It's not like they can vanquish me. They need the Chosen One."

"And they have him," Azazel told her, wiping the confident smirk off the red-head's face, "The good news is I know where he is, along with your wand."

The only spell that Phoebe had managed to find to strip the witch of her powers meant the use of a human heart. She had to admit finding that in a good witch's Book of Shadows surprised her. How did anyone expect them to get hold of something like that?

The three Charmed sisters were at a loss, moping at the idea that they couldn't stop Tuatha. They had no spell in the Book of Shadows, and Kyle had run out on them. They hadn't even noticed the snake that had appeared in the living room.

"Snake!" Leo shouted, rushing into the room. At first, the three looked at him with confused looks, but then glanced in the direction he was pointing. Prue freaked, rushing over to the fireplace to grab one of the tools. She managed to cut the snake in half, but it hadn't killed it. Instead, it magically turned into two snakes.

Piper flicked her wrists, trying to freeze the creatures on the spot but nothing was happening. Either they could protect themselves from magic, or the evil witch had managed to strip her of her powers. Piper wasn't sure which one she'd hoped was the right answer.

Right now, there wasn't time to think. There were two snakes about to attack the three witches and former white lighter.

It all seemed dire, but just in the nick of time Kyle ran back into the house. The walk had given him time to clear his mind, and realize that being with the Charmed Ones made him feel special; made him feel like someone. All he had to do was vanquish this witch.

Leo spotted Kyle in the doorway, as he starred at the snake, "Kyle! Catch!" Throwing the wand, he just had to hope that Kyle had the confidence and trust to catch and use it. The teenager grabbed the wand and then looked at the two snakes, shouting out one simple word.

"Die!" The snakes disappeared, and Kyle soon realized that he really was the Chosen One.

It wasn't going as well for Adam. Sheridan had pulled the van over at the side of the road, just an hour away from the police station. Frowning, he instantly put his guard up. The detective hadn't said a word. He just stepped out of the armoured van, around to the back. Adam had to make a decision. Should he use his powers to protect himself or protect the family secret?

He didn't have time to do anything. Sheridan opened the door to the van and quickly grabbed Adam, throwing him out of the van and onto the damp ground.

"You're a cocky son of a bitch," Sheridan said to him, "You really think you're gonna get away with everything? Well, you're not. You're gonna die trying to escape from here."

Adam's brown eyes grew wide, looking up at Sheridan, who now had a gun pointing to his head. Holding his hand up, he panicked, "Wait! Let's talk about this. I mean, you don't wanna do something you'll regret later."

Sheridan cocked the gun though, ready to shoot. Before he did, a twig behind him snapped. Glancing behind him, he saw Andy with his own gun raised.

"Put the gun down, Sheridan."

"You first, Trudeau," Sheridan said, jumping behind Adam to put the gun close to his head, "You really wanna risk your own life to protect this low-life. You know he's bad news. How many times has he mess up your cases?"

"Pete, put the gun down!" Diana's voice now called out from the tree line, shocking Sheridan even further, "I know about Claire."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Sheridan decided he was going to deny it to the end, even if there were now three detectives and three witnesses.

"Put the gun down!" Darryl now ordered. The three detectives had their guns raised, but Dean and Sam were ready to work magic if necessary. Dean knew that with a flick of his wrists he could save his brother, but they really needed the confession from this cop.

"You're fast, Morris, but I'm pretty sure I'm faster."

"Why are you doing this?" Diana now asked, trying to wrap her head around the whole situation. It was soon clear that Pete had murdered those who were involved in the previous heroin deal. Claire had wanted to turn him in, then Tony wanted to come clean about his involvement. Of course, he'd told his wife everything, and Pete knew eventually she would turn him in.

"It was a mess. I had to clean it up," Sheridan explained, "I just panicked."

"How many more people are gonna die over this, Pete?" Diana asked, looking down at the young man with the gun to his head. Sheridan had found a way out. While he'd have preferred the eldest Winchester, at least Adam had connections to unsolved crimes. There wouldn't need to be a trial. People would just accept that he was involved in all of them, and had been involved in this.

Pete had made his mistake, though. He'd thrown Adam to the ground while shouting, giving Dean a chance to flick his wrists. All the detectives froze on the spot, giving the brothers a chance to find a way around it.

"What do we do?" Sam panicked, rushing over to his younger brother to find a way to get the cuffs off. Dean ran his hand through his hair, looking around at the cops.

"We need Andy and Darryl," Dean sighed, "But I'm not sure…I don't know if I can unfreeze the two of them."

"All you can do is try," Sam suggested, "If you can't, then just freeze everyone again."

Dean nodded his head and then concentrated on the two inspectors that he wanted to unfreeze. With a flick of his wrists, he held his breath and hoped. Nothing happened, so Dean tried again. The wrong two police officers unfroze. Dean cursed under his breath, as Sheridan looked around confused. How had the other Winchester managed to reach his prisoner? He didn't even notice that Andy and Darryl were still frozen. Diana used Pete's shock as her chance to fire a shot at him. She hit him in the stomach, knocking him to his knees in shock.

"Maybe you should think about buying me another necklace, you ass." Diana told him, just as her legs were knocked out from underneath her. Her gun flew backwards, as Peter tackled himself on top of him.

"Dean!" Sam shouted, getting his brother's attention to the gun by his feet. Instead, Adam held out his hand to use his own powers to grab the gun. He aimed it at the two fighting detectives.

"Diana, out of the way!" Dean now shouted, as Andy and Darryl unfroze. They were able to watch as Claire's ghost appeared behind Sheridan. Diana looked at the ghost in shock, causing her partner—former partner now—to look behind. He pushed himself back along the ground, as Claire grinned down at him. She wasn't going to kill him, but she was going to stall him as Andy fired off a round, hitting Sheridan in the back. This time he was definitely down, and not getting back up.

With the destruction of the snake, Piper had time to create potions to keep Tuatha at bay. Kyle may have returned, but he still wasn't completely confident with in being the Chosen One. The problem was they didn't have the one potion they really wanted. Phoebe had been sure there was a potion for confidence, but it turned out there wasn't.

"I really don't like feeling so powerless," Prue sighed, hating the idea that they had to just rely on potions and spells; and rely on someone else, "We need them back and the only way to do that is to help Kyle defeat Tuatha. We need to find a way to make Kyle feel more courageous without magic."

Grabbing some of the potions, the sisters made their way out of the kitchen and to the sun room, where Kyle was still practicing with the wand. Kyle couldn't help but find the irony in how he'd always wanted to be somebody, and now he was; just not the person he wanted to be at the time.

They didn't have time to talk to him, as Tuatha appeared in a circle of flames. As the flames disappeared, Phoebe quickly threw the sleeping potion in her hands. The red-head just rolled her eyes, faking a yawn before looking at the youngest with a grin.

"So young, so new to the craft," she laughed, "Now this is a sleeping potion." Throwing something at Phoebe's feet, the youngest Halliwell had no choice but to fall to the floor, falling asleep instantly. Leo rushed over, hit with the tail-end of the potion, falling asleep next to Phoebe. Tuatha next threw a potion at Prue and Piper's feet, making the floor around them turn to water.

"Hey! What the…?" Piper started, but Tuatha just held out her hand. The wand floated towards her, making Tuatha laugh even more. This Chosen One wasn't much of one. At least the last one had managed to entomb her.

"Piper, the confidence potion." Prue shouted at her sister. Piper acted on her feet, throwing an empty bottle towards Kyle.

"What? There is no confidence potion." Tuatha argued, but Kyle suddenly felt more courage in himself to get the wand back. Holding out his hands, the wand floated towards him. The evil witch couldn't help but shriek, as she realized the power was slipping from her grip.

The wand was clearly struggling to decide who it should go to. Floating in mid-air, the wand kept moving back and forward. Finally, Kyle put all his thought and command into getting the wand back, making it float directly into his hands.

"I wish you gone forever!" Kyle shouted, aiming the glowing amber jewel at Tuatha. She could just scream, as flames surrounded her. Leaving a mark on the floor, she disappeared. Orbs filled the room, just as Dean, Sam, Adam, Andy and Darryl walked into the house.

"Hey, look who's outta jail." Dean grinned, before frowning when he saw the two people he didn't recognized. The orbs had turned into Castiel, who was here to collect the wand.

"It's broken, anyway." Kyle said to the man, holding it up to show that the jewel was now hanging off the end of the wooden stick.

"It has served its purpose," Castiel said, before glancing at two awake female Charmed Ones, "You did well with the potions. Making up the confidence potion was just what the Chosen One needed."

"Wait, there's no confidence potion?"

"You defeated her. The world thanks you." And with that, Castiel orbed out with the broken wand.

"Okay, who the hell was that?" Sam asked, pointing at the trail of orbs left behind.

"And what's happened to them?" Adam asked, pointing at the floor where Phoebe and Leo still laid. Prue, Piper and Kyle just looked at each other and then laughed. That was a story for another time.

The six witches, Andy and Darryl sat around a table at P3x2, enjoying some time together. There was laughter, as the explained how their days had gone. There was one thing that was brought up, though.

"I'm sorry I ruined your wedding day," Adam sighed, "You should have just gone through with it, though."

"Like I'm getting married without my pain in the ass cousin there," Prue shook her head, "We can get married another time, can't we, Andy."

"Of course," Andy nodded his head, "Like tomorrow morning."

"Tomorrow morning?" Phoebe asked, looking at Andy and Prue in shock. She had expected them to want to take their time to make sure their day was perfect again.

"We've realized that getting a perfect day isn't going to happen," Prue nodded, "What's important is that we get to say our vows in front of you guys. I'm not going to complain. Innocents really do come first."

"There's a gap tomorrow morning," Andy agreed, "So, we're taking the chance while we can. And we want you all to be there."

There was no way any of Prue's sisters or cousins were going to miss it. Work, school and everything else could definitely wait. This was far more important. As they all raised their glasses to celebrate, they didn't see Jenny watching them from the other side of the club. In the dark, it wasn't hard to miss her glowing yellow eyes, but the Charmed Ones were just too busy celebrating.

Guest Cast List:

Dorian Gregory as Darryl

Brian Krause as Leo

Misha Collins as Castiel

Jason Gedrick as Pete Sheridan

Linda Blair as Diana Ballard

Brigid Brannagh as Tuatha

Jay Michael Fergurson as Kyle

Karis Paige Bryant as Jenny Gordon

Greg Vaughn as Dan Gordon

Please do let me know what you thought of the episode. I really hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I really do enjoy joining these two worlds together so trust me when I say I'm not going anywhere to leave this unfinished. Your constructive reviews just help me make it better.