Sam's tinted blue eyes glared at his gun as he cocked and loaded it with Dean next to him doing just the same.

"So, you're going to murder demons with guns." Prue asked, condescendingly with her hands on her hips.

"How do you think we've been doing it all this time? Who the hell do you think we are?" Dean's "seriously" look made Prue's eyes roll.

"I'm afraid that we don't own powers like you and your sisters, Prue. We're mortal-" Sam began.

"-Well, you fooled me. Considering your little telekinesis show you placed for us last night." Prue said, sipping from her cup.

"You know Dean, she reminds me of you: condescending, rude, and obnoxious. I think you both make the perfect couple." Sam slammed the gun on the table and his domineering stare halted Prue's as he walked out the dining room.

"He seems cranky."

"I wonder why." Dean said, ignoring Prue's existence.

Phoebe scanned the Book of Shadows to find a spell of potion to stop the yellow eyed demon's plan. Looking up, Phoebe's eyes lit up at the very sight of Sam.

"So, what are you up to?" He asked, growing close to her.

"I'm trying to see if I can find him in this book but... he's nowhere to be found. It's weird. There's always a solution to any problem and it's always found in this book..." Fixing her glasses, she felt Sam's warmth cloud her focus as he held her waist.

"Well, he's a VIP in the demon world. I'm not surprised you can't find anything. We're leaving in a half and hour. Devil's Gate is a while away and Dean, he'd rather drive than be orbed there. Told me about the unpleasant experience." Sam chuckled.

"Oh yeah, it could be stressful in the beginning. But, you get used to it after a while... your eyes have gotten darker. Almost as if it's going back to it's normal state." Phoebe said, turning his face from right to left in the light of the sun.

"I guess whatever was inside is being flushed out thanks to your potion.-" Frowning, she was confused until it clicked, "-Yes, I took the potion this morning. It doesn't have any side effects on me. Which means, your food will be better." Gently pinching her cheek, Phoebe giggled.

"Uh, I don't know about that! Wait, okay, you said this Jake Talley guy is trying to reach the Devil's Gate to unleash hell? Correct?"

"Correct. We need to get there, stop him and destroy the yellow eyed demon in the process... Phoebe, I have to ask a question." He pulled her hand close to his heart.

"Shoot, what is it?"

"If something happens to me..." Phoebe's mouth opened but Sam shushed her before she began, "-If something happens to me, I need you to keep this." He pulled out the bracelet that he left in the car the day they met, "It was my mother's bracelet. She made it for me before I was born. Dean had held onto it ever since the fire... I need you to keep this for the rest of your life. Because it's a part of me... and you're apart of me." Phoebe nodded and admired the black, red, and green beaded bracelet she held in her hand.

"I'll never lose it... Sam, you will be back, right?" With watery eyes, she felt like he was saying goodbye.

"Yes. I'll always come back. No matter what." Sam pecked her knuckles and held her close, "You've done so much for me. Thank you."

Loading up the car, Phoebe handed Sam a duffle bag full of homemade sandwiches, juices, chips, and whiskey.

"If you need me... call me. Well, if it's a serious emergency, call Leo and he'll be there in an orb." Phoebe fixed Sam's jacket and gripped onto him.

"I'll be back." He reassured it. Hopping into the car, they kissed one last time.

"Thanks Phoebe-" Dean said, yelling over the loud engine, "-I appreciate it. And Prue, it wasn't nice knowing you." Peeling off in speed, a yelling feast was avoided.

Phoebe twirled the bracelet around her fingers and admired how it shimmered in the light. Is he okay? Phoebe wondered. Suddenly, she smelled a burning scent coming from the kitchen.

"THE CHICKEN!" She squealed and collapsed over the couch but recovered quickly running off to the kitchen. Pots and pans slammed against each other; it sounded like a medieval battle, and Prue knew Phoebe burnt the food.

"Maybe I should have cooked." Prue teased; Phoebe scowled at her.

"Oh thanks!"

"I'm just teasing, Phebs. Let's see what we can recover from this situation." Prue examined the nearly crispy chicken pieces, "Well... we can treat it like toast and scratch off the black." She gave a weak smile but that didn't help Phoebe's mood. The bell rang and Phoebe's teeth sucked with irritation.

"Answer, I'll take care of it Phebs." Prue's sisterly smile assured that the chicken won't completely suck. Skipping off to the front door, Phoebe opened it to find Cole.

"Oh.. um, hi Mr.-"

"-Turner. Cole Turner." Phoebe scoffed with embarrassment.

"Right. I'm sorry."

"It's fine. I actually came by to give you this." He handed her a flyer advertising a organization's gathering for preventing child abuse. She scanned it, "Well, good news: we found her." A breath relief came from Phoebe along with a gleaming smile.

"Oh that's wonderful. Is she okay?"

"Yes. Just a few bruises. The committee actually came up with this idea. There's going to be music, food, games and such. You can also make a donation." Phoebe's stomach fluttered with butterflies and she was alarmed at how familiar Cole's gaze was.

"That sounds great. I'll-I'll be there." She said, clearing her throat.

"You can bring your husband and the rest of your family." Was that his way of seeing if Sam was with me? She asked herself.

"Haha, I'm not married. He's my boyfriend. And yeah, I'll tell my sisters. I'm sure they won't have work that day."

"Well, he's a lucky man." A deafening moment of silence came over them. Phoebe broke the connection.

"Thank you. I've got some chicken to fix. Thanks ." Her smile blinded him.

"Call me Cole. And thank you."

"Oh... my name is Phoebe." Her clammy hand collided with his silky yet rugged hand. The attraction annoyed her.

"I know..." Cole mumbled, gathered himself quickly and said, "A beautiful name for an even more beautiful woman... I'll see you Saturday, Phoebe." He broke away from her, taken aback from emotions. It was like he was falling in love with her yet again; like a second dose of a jar full of passionate lovemaking and moments of intense laughter. Leaving Phoebe stumped at the rush of sentiments, she slugged her way to the kitchen with bewilderment patched on her face.

"Okay! Let's eat!" Prue declared with a gluttonous laugh.

"Phase one: completed." Cole said into his smartphone while peeling off down the street.

"Good. The Winchesters are on their way... I can feel them. The agreement still stands. I'll get you Phoebe and the Book and you help kill the Winchesters. I'll see you soon." The yellow eyed demon's smirk dwindled on his demonic face. Cole hung the phone up without a departing message. Determination spewed on his face, he sped off into the night time with Phoebe on his mind and murder dashed into his thoughts.

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