By this time next week this season of Supernaturally Charmed will all be over! Wow!

Thank you so much to those who have supported this throughout. Thanks to the people who reviewed the last episode and continue to read this. I have some great news-I'm on a roll with season two. The bad news is that I'll only update once a week at the moment for that one and there will be a bit of a break between seasons (as if it was a real TV show). But for now, it's time to get on with this episode, When Bad Warlocks Go Good.

Episode 20: When Bad Warlocks Go Good

Brendan sat in the church, talking with his mentor and friend, Father Austin. His future was at a fork right now, and while he wanted to choose the right path he knew he would continually be pulled into the darkness. If only there was someone who would be able to understand.

"I wake up at night," Brendan admitted to his mentor, "My heart pounding, a voice whispering in my head: "you're a fraud. You can't fool God.""

"These are not new fears, Brendan," the priest shook his head with a small, friendly smile, "I've watched you grow, wept for you, rejoiced in you. You are not a fraud. I know your heart."

That may be true, but one thing the priest did not know was Brendan's family. He didn't know the evil that his father, grandfather and other generations before him had done. That evil was in his blood, and Brendan could only hope that he clung onto the goodness in his heart. Sure, the blood of the sacrament would wash that evil clean, but he had to get to that point.

The doors to the church opened, and Brendan turned to see who would be coming in today. He enjoyed helping people, and smiled softly until he noticed the two men walking towards them. That smile dropped and he frowned, a look of fear forming in his hazel eyes, "How'd you find me?"

"Long time, no see." One of the men smiled.

"Good to see you too," the other laughed. "Didn't mean to interrupt your conversation. We'll wait outside for you so we can have a family reunion."

Outside the church, Piper, Adam and Phoebe were unloading the Quake van of the trays of food. It was hard work, and Phoebe was starting to playfully resent the good idea she had when she offered to help Piper with this work. Adam put the next tray of food down on the wall of the church, before turning back to his cousins.

"You know what? The next time Quake does a food pantry, why don't you call some guys?"

"Yeah, I'll just go through my handy guy Rolodex." Piper rolled her eyes, as she turned to her sister with a 'can you believe him' smirk. Phoebe giggled, grinning at Adam.

"Maybe next time she can ask the cute guy in there for help," Phoebe shrugged with a wink, "You know the one who signed for all this."

Piper rolled her eyes again, as her sister and cousin attempted to set her up. When she saw some nuns walking into the church, she couldn't help but comment how they had the right idea. Life would be so much easier if men and relationships were kept out of the mess.

"If you like monks and lack of sex." Adam shrugged his shoulders.

"Stress-free, no need to worry about guys, no wardrobe," Piper pointed out, "A nice safe environment."

"No wardrobe?" Phoebe raised her eyebrows, stopping on her heels before she grabbed another tray from the van, "Now you're scaring me."

Piper didn't have time to explain, as she picked up a pen. It was much easier to change the subject, knowing that she wasn't completely serious anyway.

"Whose pen is this?"

"Oh, Brendan, the cute guy's," Phoebe grinned, taking the pen from her sister. Just as she did, she was pulled into a premonition. It was fast and blurry, but she could make out Brendan in the church being attacked by a warlock. Her eyes shot open as she came back to reality, looking at her sister and cousin in shock. They were already waiting for her to tell them what she had seen, "Cute guy. I just saw him being attacked by a warlock."

"Where?" Adam asked, it was second nature now to run towards the danger to save the innocent.

"I think it was here somewhere."

"Alright, guess we're splitting up." Adam nodded, as the three witches ran into the church to find their victim.

Brendan was in the vestry when the two men from outside walked in. He knew this was coming, as much as he'd tried to avoid it. Coming to this church and hiding his identity was supposed to protect him from the two men.

"Give it up, little brother," Greg—the eldest of the two—grinned, "You're praying to the wrong deity. I mean, after all, we can't deny who we are."

"You don't scare me, Greg." Brendan clenched his jaw, as he took a step backwards. They may not scare him, but the idea of the things he could do did.

"Sure I do," Greg laughed, before his face morphed. Greg's nose grew a little longer, as his teeth formed into sharp points. At the same time, his eyes turned green, making it clear that he was the demon inside of him, "We're not leaving until you join us."

"Please, Brendan," Paul now stepped forward, turning into his warlock form at the same time, "We don't want to hurt you."

Brendan looked for something to save him, but Greg was faster. He grabbed Brendan, throwing him to the floor.

"You really think that the church can save you?"

Just as Greg was about to grab his brother again, Adam ran through the doors of the vestry.

"Hey!" he shouted, waving his arm. Greg flew across the room, catching the attention of Paul, just as Adam called out for his cousins.

"We'll come back for you." Greg sneered before rushing out of the room, knocking Piper and Phoebe over as he left. Paul followed behind his brother, before Adam had a chance to do anything.

Adam didn't think twice about checking on his innocent, though. He rushed to Brendan's side, checking that he wasn't injured. Brendan just nodded, before rushing off out of the vestry, catching Piper and Phoebe off-guard as they were pulling themselves up off the floor.

"What happened?" Phoebe asked, looking at her cousin. All he could do was shrug his shoulders. He honestly couldn't say anything.

Opening Credits

Paul watched the chameleon in awe, while his older brother paced the room. The issue of the witch had riled him up. How could Brendan even think about working with witches? That wasn't the way this was supposed to be.

"Shoulda kept a closer watch on Brendan over the years," Greg said, partially to himself and partially to Paul, "Shouldn't have left him alone."

"Maybe we should let Brendan go," Paul sighed, taking his eyes of the mesmerizing power his chameleon naturally had. Evolution was an amazing thing, "I mean, we don't really need him. It's not like we don't already have our powers."

"Without his powers, we can't complete our triangle," Greg shouted, running his hand through his mousey-blonde hair, "The prophecy of the Rowe Coven. He must accept his heritage. He must be initiated as a warlock."

"Initiated how?" Paul asked, throwing his hands up, "We can't force him to kill an innocent."

If only there was a way. Greg sighed, and then grinned. Maybe there was. All they really needed to do was get him to realize that his warlock side wasn't gone. It was just dormant at the moment and it needed to be reawakened. The issue was they were on a clock. He would be ordained tomorrow and once that happened, he would never become a warlock. Sure, killing him was an option then but he wanted to bring the prophecy to life.

Dean sat in the sunroom, pen in hand. The beer bottle next to the foot that was currently perched on the table looked mighty tempting right now, but he had to do this with a clear head. Perching the notebook on his raised knee, Dean put the pen back to paper and tried again. He'd already tried half a dozen times, clear from the screwed up balls of paper around the feet of the wicker chair and the table.

"I just don't get what the issue is, Prue," Phoebe groaned, as the two Halliwell sisters walked into the room, "She can't just stay celibate because Leo left. I get why she told Josh to go, but this...well, she's scaring me, Prue."

Dean tried to tune out the discussion, but it was getting a bit much. It was even worse when Sam and John walked in discussing the latest possibilities of the Yellow-Eyed Demon going after Andy. With the police man suspended, it would be easier for the demon to get him at home, even possibly make it look like a suicide or like Andy had taken off because he was guilty of a cover-up.

"Guys, can you keep it down, please?" Dean growled, leaning forward on his chair, taking his foot off the table. He looked at the four people in turn, eyebrows raised, "Some of us are actually trying to think."

"Careful, you might burst something." Prue smirked at her eldest cousin, earning a giggle from Sam and Phoebe at the same time.

"What are you doing?" John asked, frowning at the scattered pieces of screwed up paper. Dean sighed, tearing the next sheet he'd written on and screwing it up in a ball.

"Trying to write a spell." Dean admitted, before throwing the paper on the floor and taking a mouthful of beer. Despite really needing to stay focused, he needed the beer to calm his emotions; dull the anger and frustration brewing inside of him. Not that he was angry at his family. No, he was angry at himself for not being able to write a damned spell. Piper and Adam could make potions and Phoebe had her knack with words. Sam and Prue were proving themselves to be damn good witches and hunters, and that just left Dean. He was the hunter—the odd one out in the family. Despite having powers, he hardly used them. Despite being able to cast spells, he didn't make them up himself.

They needed a Power of Three spell to get the Yellow-Eyed Demon, and he was going to write one. That was his plan, anyway.

Phoebe picked up one of the screwed up sheets of paper, and then looked at Dean with a shocked look, "Wow! Why is this on the floor?"

"Because it's crap." Dean shrugged his shoulders, a look asking her why it shouldn't be on the floor.

"No, it's not," Phoebe shook her head, "You've just got it mixed up, that's all."

"What's this for?" Prue asked, looking over her sister's shoulder at the sheet of paper.

"The demon." Dean threw the notebook on the table, along with the pen. He didn't want his brothers or cousins to see this side of him. One thing he always hated about school was people assessing his poor work. It left him feeling self-conscious and unworthy.

"A Power of Three spell?" John asked.

"One that will work with the colt," Dean explained, "I figured joining the two together would be useful. I just...I can't quite get this damn spell."

"Uh," Sam laughed once, as he looked at his brother impressed, "Why didn't I think of that?"

"You know, maybe the parish priest can help us find Brendan," Piper said, walking into the sun room with Adam. They were too busy in their conversation to realize that they were interrupting something in the sun room, "I've seen him at the church before, and it might help us find him."

"You've gotta hope this Brendan guy doesn't tell anybody about your powers," John joined in with the conversation, concern in his eyes, "Or else we got bigger problems than just warlocks. You don't want hunters turning up here."

"Not just the hunters," Prue sighed, "We don't want the news crews."

"I don't think he'll tell anyone," Adam shook his head. It was something playing on his mind, but he knew what he saw when he was in there, "There's something in his eyes. It was like he wasn't surprised by it at all. Piper, why don't you go. See if you can find anything out. You don't have work today, do ya?"

"Want one of us to go with you?" Dean offered, but Piper shook her head.

"You wouldn't be going anywhere," Phoebe grinned at Dean, "It's time I helped you after all the help you've given me with fighting and shooting."

Piper made it to the church, but waited outside for a few minutes. It wasn't like she could just walk in there and ask for Brendan. Maybe the priest didn't know who he was, or even where he was. Maybe he started to question what Piper was doing here. What was she supposed to say? The truth wasn't exactly something that rolled off the tongue or even sounded plausible.

Contemplating going back and getting someone to come with her, she remembered the warlocks. She couldn't let an innocent die because of her own nerves. No, she needed to do this right now; needed to find Brendan and help him.

Getting the courage, with a deep sigh Piper made her way up the stone steps and into the church. The coolness of the church was a big change from the heat outside, and she couldn't help but wrap her arms around herself as she looked around. The parish priest was at the altar, with his back to the door. She smiled, as she thought of her excuse for being here.

"Father Austin?"

"Yes?" the priest turned around, a warm smile filling his face, "Piper Halliwell. Lovely to see you again. I'm very grateful for last night. It was a wonderful evening, except for what happened in here."

It was then that Piper looked around to see that the place had been trashed. Piper knew that there were loud bangs as the two warlocks escaped from the vestry, and Piper guessed that this was what they'd done. She, Phoebe and Adam hadn't looked back as they'd tried to find Brendan before he ran away.

"This was why I came back," Piper smiled softly, "Do you know someone named Brendan? I think he was one of the volunteers." She didn't miss the troubled frown on the priest's face as he questioned whether Brendan could have had anything to do with this. Piper quickly backtracked, making it clear that he was attacked.

"He always said they'd come." There was a sadness as he seemed to finally accept something that he had once been told. The statement had thrown Piper off, but it was something she couldn't help but get pulled into, "It's just something I know Brendan's been wrestling with his whole life."

"Do you know where he is?" Piper asked again, "I think he might be in trouble and I might be able to help him."

"You? How?" The questions were polite enough and expected, but Piper couldn't go into the details. She just needed to know where this man was, so she could save her innocent.

Dean had finally accepted his cousin's help. After the fifth extra piece of paper was thrown on the floor, he knew he had to. He just wasn't getting anywhere with this damned spell, and he was going to achieve it.

Phoebe looked through the scrap pieces of paper, laying them out on the table if she found something useful. The ones that were clearly bad were screwed up and put back on the floor. Every time Dean saw her throw one away, he was a little hurt, but he was more impressed with himself that there was something salvageable from the other sheets of paper.

"Okay, there are a few things that I've noticed from spells in the Book of Shadows," Phoebe spoke, once she was finished laying out the sheets of paper. Dean leaned forward, placing his elbows on his jean-clad legs while Phoebe went on, "You say what's needed at the end. You need to make the thing that's lacking clear, first."

"Okay," Dean nodded his head, slowly, "That doesn't change the fact that all these are worthless."

"But they're not," Phoebe shook her head, "Will you stop putting yourself down, Dean?"

Dean grumbled as Phoebe laughed at his actions, "I'm just not good at this."

"Spell writing or something else?" Phoebe asked, "Because what I see is the start of a great spell. One that could really work."

"Just all of it," Dean sighed, standing up to pace the floor. He hated these moments. It wasn't that he hated opening up—well, it wasn't just that—it was that he had no idea where to start or how to get his thoughts and feelings across. Girls were so much better at this, "I've never been good at this sort of stuff. Give me a car any day and I can tell you what's wrong. Give me a gun and I'll strip it and put it back together again in a blink of an eye. But this...this is just...I suck."

"You don't suck, Dean," Phoebe stood up, taking her cousin's hands so that he would stop pacing. She looked into his green eyes, making it clear that she was being honest right now. This wasn't just something to say to get him to calm down, "You're so cocky when you're handling demons, but you're such an insecure idiot when it comes to anything else. You can write a spell. I'm seeing proof of that right there. What's all this really about?"

Dean shook his head, pulling his hands out of Phoebe's, "I need to...go." Grabbing his keys, Dean walked out of the house to the car, leaving Phoebe on her own. With a sigh, she folded her hands over her chest and looked towards the living room. Dean hadn't realized, but John was standing there with a concerned look on his face.

"It reminds him of school," John explained to Phoebe, as if she was going to ask him for some advice, "And he wasn't into school. God knows why, because he's a damn smart kid when he puts his mind to it. Have you seen some of the stuff he's made?"

"I saw his EMF meter."

"Yeah, well no-one I know could have made that," John laughed, shaking his head, "He's a hands-on kinda guy, though. You gotta get through to him that way if you really think he can write spells. Trying to do it the way you just did will just remind him of school and he won't bother."

"Thanks, Uncle John," Phoebe grinned, "And I know he can write them. Can you help me get that through to him?"

"I'll see what I can do. Just let him calm down for now."

Adam crashed on the bed, laying on his front. He ached everywhere after all the training they'd been doing. If Adam and Sam thought Dean had pushed them hard when they first learned about their powers, they were severely wrong. If they thought John had pushed them when he first turned back up at the Halliwell-Winchester Manor, again they were very wrong. It definitely wasn't the case. Now that they were getting ready to take on the Yellow-Eyed Demon, John had pushed them more than ever before. They finally understood why Dean would turn into a soldier when John gave an order. John had drilled it into him that he needed to. If John said jump, you asked "how high."

But it did mean the Winchester brothers and Halliwell sisters had been pushed harder than they had ever been before. John didn't even go easy on the sisters, refusing to acknowledge that women and men were any different.

They were getting a moment's break, something that Adam and Sam needed after the morning's training session.

"Dad is killing us." Sam stretched his back out, as Adam just laughed from his bed.

"You think Dean got it this hard when he first started hunting with Dad?" He couldn't imagine the Dean he knew eight years ago agreeing to half of the training they'd done over the last few days. Dean had been a troublemaker back then, barely following a request from his grandmother. Now that Adam knew more about the reason for Dean's change and taking off with their dad, he understood more, but it still didn't change the thought of Dean trying to defy their father.

"I think Dean got it harder." Sam sighed, sitting down on the desk chair, before opening up Adam's laptop. Adam was just about to jump off the bed when Sam quickly slammed the laptop closed again.

"Seriously?" Sam asked, shaking his head with a glare at his brother. He didn't need to know what his brother got up to when he was in his room alone.

"Frankie wants to wait for us to get a little more serious, so, um, yeah!"

"You're as bad as Dean!" Sam shook his head with a laugh, "I really didn't need to know my little brother watches porn in his room. Next time I'm gonna check if I can use your computer."

"Pass it 'ere," Adam laughed, holding his hand out for the laptop. Once he had it, he quickly shut down the porn site and opened up the internet, "What you looking for anyway?"

"I just thought I'd see if there's anything else about the investigation into Andy," Sam shrugged his shoulders, "And check for those demonic omens Bobby mentioned may pop up when a powerful demon is around. Wanna make sure Yellow Eyes is still around."

"Yellow Eyes? I suppose that's a better name than Dean keeps calling him."

"Which name?" Sam asked with a laugh, grabbing the computer and quickly doing his own search.

Piper got to the stables, where the priest had said he would likely be. She really wished she'd brought Prue, Dean or Phoebe along with her now. They were the ones with the riding experience, not her. She had barely enough to know how to get on the horse. But she needed to make sure this innocent was safe, and they were all busy with something. She couldn't exactly ask Dean to stop working on the spell, and Phoebe was the best person to help him. Prue couldn't take more time out of work to deal with a demon after the last few months. No, she had to be the one to do this.

"Are you sure you've never ridden a horse before?" Brendan smiled, looking at a little girl in a black riding helmet. The girl couldn't be more than six, the helmet looking way too big for her. Her eyes were wide, as she explained that she'd only ever seen horses on the TV, let alone got the chance to ride one, "We'll you're a natural at it. Keep your grades up and maybe you can come riding again."

"Promise?" the little girl asked, a big grin on her face. Piper tilted her head to one side with a soft smile on her face. It was a cute interaction and the little girl's brown eyes had lit up with delight when she found out she could come back. She remembered that same look in Phoebe's eyes when she found out she'd get another riding lesson when she was around about the same age. Those brown eyes quickly had a look of fear inside them when she saw a spider crawling up Brendan's shoulder, "Kill it!"

"Oh no!" Brendan shook his head, taking the spider from his shoulder and holding it gently in the palm of his right hand, "He's just trying to find his way home, that's all. Besides, all life is precious to God, you know. Here, don't be afraid."

Brendan held out the spider for the little girl to hold. Piper took this chance to walk over, finding her in. She hated spiders, but loved this interaction.

"You're braver than me." Piper winked at the little girl. The girl laughed, as Brendan suggested she find a safe spot to let the spider free. It would give the two adults a chance to discuss the thing they both knew they needed to.

"How'd you find me?" Brendan lost the soft look in his eyes. He suddenly became guarded and cautious. Was that because of Adam's powers or was it due to the warlock attack? Maybe it was a bit of both.

"Father Austin told me you'd be here. We need to talk."

"If you're worried about my telling anybody about your secret, you don't have to. It's safe with me." Brendan sighed, looking around to make sure she was on her own. Piper smiled at his assumption. It definitely made sense, but that wasn't exactly why she was here.

"Well, that's good to know, but why?" Piper frowned a little, realizing just how calm he was about this situation. His guard was up, but that seemed more to protect himself from something else. It definitely wasn't because he feared what she would do, "Most people would be freaked out by what they saw, but not you. Why?"

"I'm not like most people." Brendan pointed out, which led to the fact that he had just dealt with warlocks. Definitely not something people usually had happen to them, "I don't wanna talk about that."

Before Piper could do anything, Brendan jumped onto a horse and took off. Looking around, Piper just knew there was one thing that she could do and it certainly wasn't freeze anything. She would have to face her aversion of horses and just hope that it was like riding a bike. Quickly asking for permission to borrow a horse, Piper jumped on and galloped off to catch up with her innocent.

"Hey! Wait!" Piper sighed, then looked around. She was away from enough people to quickly flick her wrists and freeze the scene. Piper got ahead of Brendan, before unfreezing him so he could then catch up with her.

"Wow!" Brendan caught up with her and slowed them both down, "If you keep your grades up maybe you can come riding again, too."

"Yeah, not likely," Piper grimaced, "I'm not exactly a fan of horses. The last time I was on one, I fell off."

"And you just jumped on one now?"

"I don't let an innocent get away twice." Piper shrugged her shoulders, and saw his demeanor change. That guard was slowly being let down, as he realized that she'd put her own life at risk to keep him safe. Yes, it was a ridiculous thing to do but it was the only thing she could do at the time.

"Who are you, anyway?" Brendan now asked, their horses slowing down to a slow walk. It was much more comfortable for Piper.

"That's not fair. I asked you first."

Brendan couldn't help but laugh along with Piper's comment, as he admitted he wasn't sure who he even was. Their conversation was easy, as Piper brought up all the good things about him; the way he was with kids and the way he loved horses and spiders. But they couldn't keep talking like this. Piper had to get to the point about him being in real danger.

"I know." Brendan sighed, catching the witch off guard. If he knew, then surely he would want to protect himself and that was possible with Piper around.

"I can help you," Piper offered, "My sisters and cousins can help you."

"No you can't," Brendan shook his head, his guard going up a little, "You're lucky they didn't hurt you. They could've killed you last night. And it doesn't matter. After tomorrow, I'll be safe from them forever."

"What happens tomorrow?"

"I become a priest."

Prue sat at the desk in her office, looking over another item that had been brought in. She needed to have it appraised by the end of the day, and right now she was stuck at a dead end. It wasn't that she couldn't find the information she needed, it was that she was looking for the wrong information. Right now, she was focusing on the Yellow-Eyed Demon for her cousins, rather than focusing on her work.

A knock at the door caught Prue off guard, and she quickly closed the web browser she was on. Luckily, it was just Andy walking in through the door.

"Jeez, Andy, you scared me."

"Sorry," Andy apologized, before quickly shutting the door. Prue couldn't help but sigh softly at him. It wasn't often he would come into her work dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. She was so used to seeing him in a suit on a daily basis. But that was before the news of him getting suspended over the investigations, "I needed to see you."

"What's up?"

"Morris called. He said that Internal Affairs is getting onto him, too. They think that both of us were involved in the cover-ups."

"But he knows nothing," Prue shook her head with a frown forming. Andy sighed, rubbing his face with one hand before sitting down on the chair by Prue's desk, "How can they..."

"They'll push for answers," Andy sighed, "And he really wants to know what I'm covering up. He's not stupid, Prue."

"You wanna tell him." It wasn't a question, but Andy nodded his head anyway. It had been something playing on his mind for a while and this wasn't the first time the two were discussing it. But there was always the issue of all witches having to agree, and not all witches did. Dean had a lot of doubts, but Prue knew she would be able to persuade him. The biggest shock came from Adam, who wasn't sure it was a good idea to let him know. It wasn't even because of what it could mean for them. He was more concerned over the risk that it put to Darryl. They'd already seen the risks that Andy had taken.

"I think it's about time he found out, Prue," Andy sighed, "It could be more dangerous with him not knowing. Especially with at least one of the inspectors being a demon. I know your family doesn't want..."

"You're right," Prue nodded her head, "Don't worry about my family. I'll persuade them but we'll have to do this together. It's going to be a lot for him to take in and doing it at the Manor is probably a better idea in case Internal Affairs is tailing him."

Dean finished off his glass of beer, slamming the glass on the counter top. He got a stern look from Ellen, "You break that, you're payin' for it, boy." It just made Dean smile, as he asked her for another one. The concerned look he got from her soon knocked the smile off his face, though.

"What's up with you, Dean?" Ellen asked, pouring him the beer while she spoke. She wasn't about to not take his money, "This isn't like you during the day anymore. Not when you should be at the garage."

"Um, no day off today," Dean shook his head, gratefully taking the beer, "Just got a lot on my mind, is all."

"Your dad?" Ellen asked, a knowing smile forming on her lips, "Lord knows that man isn't easy to live with."

"Good job he argued about staying at a motel then, huh?" Dean laughed, with a single nod. It wasn't his dad, but he couldn't exactly tell Ellen the truth. There was no way he could tell her that he was a witch. Even with the bar empty, that was a sure fire way to get himself and his family killed. Ellen was raised as a hunter, there's no way that she would understand.

Smoke on Water played out from his phone, thankfully interrupting their conversation. Picking it up from the top of the bar, Dean saw it was his baby cousin trying to get hold of him again. This had been the third call she'd made. Maybe he should answer it this time. He instantly regretted it when he did.

"You better not be drinking, mister," Phoebe's accusation hit him. She knew him far too well, "You need to get your butt back home. I think I've found something that will help you and this spell-writing business."

"Phoebe, I'm not..."

"Don't you even think about telling me you're not good enough," Phoebe cut him off, and he was instantly taken aback. She really did know him too well, "Get your butt back here now."

With that, she hung up and Dean knew that he wasn't going to get away with staying at the Roadhouse. Drinking as much of his beer as he could, Dean put a few bills on the top and left the bar, waving bye to Ellen as he left.

"Good luck." He heard her calling out to him, knowing that she would have a smirk on her face. She had no idea just how much luck he was going to need right now.

Brendan had needed to get back to the church, and it left Piper alone. But she wasn't going to leave it that way. This man needed her protection and she was going to give him that. By the time she'd gotten to the church, she noticed Father Austin on the floor, badly hurt. There was a warlock next to him, and Piper instantly went on guard. Raising her hands, she frowned. The creature looked very familiar, but it definitely wasn't one of the two from last night. This was...

The shock went right through her when she watched the warlock turn back into a human. His pointed, drooping nose shortened to normal, and his long earlobes shrunk. The pointed horns around his eyebrows disappeared and he became Brendan again.

"Piper!" Brendan looked at her with fear, as he rushed past her to get out of the church. Piper had been too shocked to even think about freezing him. It was probably a good idea as two nuns walked into the church, covering their mouths at the sight of the parish priest lying on the floor, blood flowing everywhere.

"Call 911. Hurry!" Piper instructed the nuns, before running after Brendan. How could she be so stupid? Of course there was something wrong with Brendan. She was starting to have feelings for him, and Piper only had feelings for evil or supernatural things. She had a long list of that, with Jeremy and Mark coming to mind already.

As soon as she got out of the church, she looked around to see Brendan standing at the top of the stone steps. He'd been waiting for her, blood literally on his hands, "Piper, wait. You don't understand."

"Don't I?"

"I didn't hurt Father Austin," Brendan had this pleading look in his eyes, and Piper really wanted to believe him. She wanted to believe that he'd found the priest just like he was telling her, but she couldn't forget what she'd seen. She couldn't forget the fact that he was a warlock, "When I saw what they did to him, I was crazed. The rage turned me into a warlock. Look, don't believe me. I don't care. Just at least let me call the paramedics, please. Don't let him die. I'm begging you."

That part was dealt with, so Piper could move on to get answers, "Do you actually expect me to believe that you're a good warlock?"

"No, there's no such thing," the statement was blunt and to the point. Of course, that led to more questions and uncertainty. Piper still found herself in two minds. A warlock wouldn't have been the caring man she saw at the stables earlier that day, "I can explain it to you if you let me. I won't hurt you, but I do need your help."

"For what?" She really wished one of her sisters or her cousins was dealing with this instead. Prue would know what to do.

"To stop the other warlocks. To stop my brothers."

Andy raced to the church as soon as he found out that Father Austin had been hurt. He got there just in time to see the priest being placed into an ambulance, Darryl Morris at the scene with a young inspector. Andy wonder whether this was just a temporary partner or whether Morris would ask for a permanent switch.

The two detectives locked eyes, and Andy could see the disappointment and sadness in Darryl's eyes, "I can't talk to you about this, Andy."

"I know. I just..." Andy frowned, "Was that Father Austin?" Darryl just nodded his head. That part he could share, since it would be all over the news later that day. Andy had wondered whether the knowledge would make him feel easier about this, but it just made him worse. Being a catholic, Andy regularly attended this church. Father Austin was his priest, and had given him his first communion. There was a strong bond for Andy, and he wanted to make sure whoever did this would not get away with it. Unfortunately for Andy, he also knew about the supernatural world and wondered whether the case would become yet another unsolved one.

Darryl couldn't have another one rack up, but there was nothing Andy could do. All he could offer was the truth.

"You should go, Andy," Darryl sighed, "If Internal Affairs see you here...I can't protect you and I'm trying to protect myself."

"I know," Andy nodded his head, "I just...I needed to see, to find out. Erm, there's something else."

"You gonna tell me who you're covering up for?"

Nodding his head, Andy didn't miss the look of shock on his partner's face. With a deep breath, Andy finally told him something, "It's the Halliwells and Winchesters. Will you come to the Manor tonight? We've all got some explaining to do. It's their secret and they need to be the ones that tell you."

Darryl seemed hesitant at first, but eventually he nodded his head. The secret was too tempting to know.

Piper sat in the coffee shop, listening intently at everything that Brendan was saying. He had promised to be honest, and that was what he was doing. Right now, she couldn't help but trust him. Why would he lie about something like this?

"A warlock naturally comes from two warlock parents. I mean, some are witches that have chosen to turn evil, but most are born warlocks," Brendan explained, sharing more about the magical world than Piper knew. It would be useful information for later on, "Greg and Paul are warlocks but they're just my half brothers. I had a different mother."

"A human mother?" Piper asked, tilting her head with a small smile. Brendan's face lit up as she spoke about his mother—the kind, caring and loving person that she was. There was a warmth for her that nobody could put on; and no warlock would ever be able to feel. It made Piper feel safe being with Brendan right now.

"We have something in common," Piper smiled softly, "My father was human. My uncle is, too."

"Difference is he came from good, and I'm assuming your mom and aunt did, too," when Piper nodded, Brendon continued, "Mine came from pure evil. Descended from an ancient warlock line, intent on furthering the Rowe coven. Three brothers destined to become the most powerful force for evil the world has ever known."

"If you had three female cousins, you'd sound a bit like the evil Charmed Ones." Piper joked, and thankfully it did make Brendan chuckle. She sat back in her chair, watching as the tension started to leave his shoulders. He'd clearly never been able to open up about everything, even to Father Austin. Just having someone around to talk to about this was a great weight off his shoulders. He was finally getting some help to deal with all this.

"I didn't want any part of it, though. So, I went into hiding to break the chain. Make amends for all that my family has done."

That was why he was becoming a priest. By embracing God, he would lose his power and his warlock nature. The Rowe coven would never become the great evil it was prophesied, but it was a struggle for the man. He'd had to deal with the inner turmoil of being evil, and that was really taking its toll now.

"I can't keep fighting." Brendan admitted, and Piper wasn't sure whether he was finally admitting this to himself or just to her because she'd caught him around Father Austin.

"You can," Piper nodded, "You may not have seen me, but I saw you around your brothers last night."

"My brothers are too powerful," Brendon sighed, taking a mouthful of his coffee, "They'll keep hurting the people I care about until I give in. They'll hurt you and your family."

Piper shook her head, not accepting that reason for giving in. It wasn't like her family hadn't faced enough evil. They had it knocking down their door—literally on occasions.

"I think I know what we can do."

"Phoebe!" Dean called out as he walked into the Manor, looking around for his youngest cousin. He was frustrated, especially not seeing her around. The pieces of paper in the sun room had been picked up, and there was no sign of her around, "Phoebs!"

"She's in the basement." John called out from the kitchen doorway. Dean stalked to his dad with a frown, "You should get changed first, unless you wanna try and train in your jeans. I don't recommend it."

Dean frowned at first, but decided to ignore his dad. He really wanted to know what was going on right now. When he heard that Phoebe wanted him back home, he'd expected that she wanted him to work some more on the spells. Now he was having second thoughts, and he just needed to know. Walking into the basement, he called out for his cousin again.

"Down here!" Phoebe called out, making Dean take each step carefully, his green eyes narrowed, "Did Uncle John not tell you to change?"

Dean shrugged his jacket off, throwing it over the banister of the stairs. Phoebe stood in front of him dressed in sweats and a tight-fitting running top. With raised eyebrows, Dean motioned to her outfit, "What's this for?"

"I think I've figured a way to help you with your spell-writing," Phoebe grinned, "It's time to get physical. Let's get those creative juices flowing."

Sam pulled up to the house that Piper had given the address for. Adam just looked up from the passenger seat, eyebrows raised. It all looked normal. Too normal for a couple of warlocks living there. That notion had made the two Winchesters laugh, surely there would be people thinking that about the six of them if they found out they were witches.

Piper waited outside of the house, tapping her foot impatiently for them. She really didn't like this plan, but it was the only one that she and Brendan could agree on.

"We have the Book of Shadows in the back." Sam pointed out, just about to open the door to get it.

"I don't want it right now," Piper shook her head, "I don't wanna have to kill Brendan, too."

Adam frowned, wondering whether Sam had heard the conversation earlier properly when she'd called for their help, "But I thought he was a warlock."

"He is, but if we can vanquish his brothers before he turns, we might be able to save him."

The Winchesters weren't going to argue with Piper. She knew more about Brendan than they did, and they trusted her to make a call like this. They raced up the stairs of the apartment building and tried to get through the door. It was locked from the inside.

"Stand back." Sam shouted, kicked the door with his foot. After the second attempt, the door swung open and crashed into the wall. The three witches ran into the room to see Brendan standing behind a woman, who was tied up. He had a knife to her throat, Greg and Paul waiting with glee for him to kill her.

"One clear thrust and you're both at peace. Finish it!" Greg shouted.

"Brendan, no!" Piper shrieked, as Adam waved his arms to untie the woman in the chair. The three warlocks looked at the three witches, a stance between them as they knew a fight was coming. Brendan was struggling with the dark thoughts, so Piper quickly flicked her wrists to freeze him on the spot. She wasn't going to give him the chance to even think about doing evil.

Paul growled and held out his hand, letting lightning bolts fire from them. Piper quickly flicked her wrists, stopping them just before they hit her and her cousins. Once they were frozen, Adam waved his hand so the bolts were directed back at Greg and Paul. The two warlocks ducked, the lightning bolts smashing a window.

"Three witches," Paul snarled, "We can't defeat them without Brendan. We haven't got him yet."

The two warlocks took off, leaving Piper, Sam and Adam with a frozen Brendan and the innocent who was now crying through the blindfold covering her eyes. The good thing was that at least the woman wouldn't be able to identify them.

"Piper, he's a warlock." Sam pointed out the obvious. All she could do was nod her head and agree, but that didn't mean she didn't want to save him.

Morris had to cancel the plans to go over to the Halliwell-Winchester Manor that night, not that he was entirely looking forward to it. While he wanted to know everything that Andy clearly did, he wasn't sure whether he wanted to end up in the house of the family he was protecting. Did he really want to know all their secrets? Everything illegal they were clearly doing?

He didn't have a choice right now. A call had come through and it led to Darryl being called to an apartment block in downtown San Francisco. A young girl had been left, after apparently being abducted by two men. The poor girl ended up with others in the room, too.

"I felt the tip of the knife. He was gonna kill me, but she made him stop."

"She?" Darryl asked with a frown. He was sure the woman had spoken about men before.

"The woman that came," she nodded, "Piper I think her name was."

Darryl groaned as he realized that this whole case was leading him to the house that he wasn't really sure he wanted to go to. To make matters worse, Darryl found out about the occult symbol painted on the chest of the victim, the target for Brendan Rowe to hit. He really needed to get to the bottom of this, and why that damn Halliwell-Winchester family was getting caught up in so many of his cases.

"I'm sorry we have a very busy house at the moment," Piper smiled, as she walked Brendan into her bedroom. It felt strange bringing him here, knowing that he would be an ordained priest tomorrow, "You can sleep in my room, though. I'll sleep with Prue."

"Why?" Brendan asked, and Piper couldn't help but make a joke about how Phoebe kicks in her sleeps and she wasn't sharing a bed with any of her cousins.

"No, I mean, why are you doing this?" Brendan smirked at her joke, but couldn't get his head around her generosity and kindness, "I almost killed her."

"But you didn't," Piper pointed out with a proud smile, "You didn't succumb to your brothers' will."

Brendan wasn't going to take that as an answer, though. It had only been Piper who had helped stop him. Had she not turned up when she did, he knew he would have stabbed the girl. The evil running through his veins was too strong, it lured him to do his brothers' bidding, "How can you be so sure when I'm not even sure myself?"

"Because I've seen how good you are, Brendan. You just have to keep fighting it until your ordination in the morning. And then you're home free and we're gonna make sure you get there on time."

There was a moment of silence between the two of them, as they stared into each other's eyes. Piper could feel the pull, but she was going to ignore it for now. She could not kiss a priest. But then she reminded herself that he technically wasn't a priest right now.

"How many temptations do I have to endure?" Brendan asked with a smile before leaning down and laying a gentle kiss on Piper's lips. There was nothing else, just their two lips meeting each others. And within seconds it was over. Piper stepped back, looking into the man's eyes, "Goodnight."

"Night, Piper."

Piper couldn't help but place her hand on her lips as she walked out of the bedroom and down the stairs. She would have a lot of explaining to do once she got down there. Her cousins really hadn't wanted her to save Brendan, and she knew her sisters and Dean would join in. And not to mention her uncle!

"He was about to drive a knife in that woman's heart, Piper." Adam argued for vanquishing the warlock that currently slept in the bed upstairs as soon as Piper walked into the living room. Everyone was there, including John and Andy. She wondered when Andy had become such a fixture in their magical issues.

Piper looked at each of her sisters and cousins in turn. There was anger, frustration, panic, worry and sadness in their eyes.

"You couldn't have missed that, right?" Sam asked, looking directly at Piper.

"I didn't," Piper shook her head, "I saw Brendan not plunge the knife into her."

"By the sounds of it, it was only because you guys showed up on time," Prue couldn't believe her little sister was letting a warlock live. Had she learned nothing after Jeremy? After everything they'd faced? "He needs to be vanquished, Piper."

"No, he's an innocent," Piper shook her head, "Yesterday, Phoebe had a premonition of him being attacked. That wouldn't happen if we weren't meant to save him. I trust her visions, Prue."

"I'm not sure, Piper." Phoebe doubted her own visions. She couldn't help but wonder whether it had all been indirectly planted to help them save the real innocent; the one that Piper had saved that night.

"It's not a good idea to bring a warlock into the house," John spoke up, leaning forward on his denim-clad legs, "He could kill you all while you sleep."

"He won't." Piper shook her head, an exhausted sigh as she tried to explain herself. She wasn't doing a very good job of convincing them that he needed to be saved.

"Maybe we should trust her," Dean shocked them all with his words. Everyone had expected him to be on the side to kill him. Leaning against the door frame to the sun room, Dean folded his arms, "I remember what it was like to be possessed by the shadow. I remember that fight with evil, surely you do too, Phoebs."

Phoebe's eyes dropped to the floor as she nodded her head with a disappointed look on her face. There was a hint of embarrassment there, too, as she realized that Dean was right.

"Dad, you know what it's like walking that fine line in hunting," Dean continued, looking over to Piper to see the shocked but grateful smile, "Now I trust Piper. And Phoebs, I don't think your visions work like that. If you were gonna get a premonition to save the innocent tonight, you would have got one that showed her in danger. You've never had an indirect premonition like that."

"What if he crosses over and does join his brothers?" Andy now asked, as the six witches seemed to agree that protecting him was their duty.

"He and his brothers become three powerful warlocks that we can't stop."

The look on Andy's face said everything. It was a mixture of emotions, including shock, fear and disbelief. But the group of witches wasn't done. It was time to find a way to get Brendan to his ordination, knowing that his two brothers would be there to stop it all.

The sound of the doorbell interrupted their conversation. Being closet to the door, Piper opened it to find Darryl on the other side. He was alone, but certainly not happy.

"Just the person I needed to see," Darryl said, "Mind if I come in?"

He didn't even wait for an answer. The inspector walked into the living room to see everyone sat or stood around. It was then that he noticed Andy behind the couch, holding onto Prue's shoulders, "I shoulda guessed."

"I thought you said you couldn't make it." Andy frowned, moving his hands to walk over to his partner. Darryl stepped back, defending himself against Andy if he needed to. He had no idea what he'd gotten mixed up in at this house.

"What are you doing here, Darryl?" Dean asked, now standing up straight and walking further into the room. Everyone was on edge, noticing how pissed off Darryl was. Darryl didn't answer Dean; he just turned to face Piper.

"Want to explain to me why you were at two crime scenes today?" he asked her, catching her off guard, "Andy may let you gloss over the facts, and I do have the frame of mind to let that happen. But I want to know where Brendan Rowe is. I know you're hiding him."

"I'm not sure what you're talking about." Piper shook her head, her eyes nervously looking between the inspector and the others in the room. Dean had stepped closed to them on one side, with Andy on the other, cautious of the way the inspector was acting.

"Oh you know," Darryl narrowed his eyes and then turned to Andy, "I can't believe you're going along with this. He tried to kill Father Austin. Your priest."

"No he didn't," Andy shook his head, "Look, sit down. You do deserve to know the truth. In fact, you need to. If you don't know, you could put yourself in a lot of danger."

Darryl shook his head, before looking around the room. By now, everyone was on their feet, trying to diffuse the situation, "I can't believe Internal Affairs was right about you."

"Darryl, sit down. Please." Prue sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose with her fingers.

"No, I'm staying standing. What is this secret that you've all been keeping? What's getting Andy in trouble? You know he could lose his job. We could all..."

"We're witches." Adam finally said, throwing his hands up in the air. Dean just looked at his brother with raised eyebrows. While they'd all agreed that Darryl needed to find out, they'd agreed to break the news to him gently. That was not breaking it to him gently.

"What?" Darryl looked at the youngest Winchester, before then looking around the room. One thing was certain, they weren't joking. They were also clearly in agreement. The only shocked looks were directed at Adam, and Darryl had heard Dean mumble something about being gentle.

Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Greg and Paul were back in their apartment. They read a spell that would connect with their brother. While the witches may have him now, they were definitely not going to keep him. Neither of them would allow that to happen, when the future of their family line depended on it.

"He shoulda been here by now," Paul sighed, after they read the spell, "I told you the spell wouldn't work."

"We still got time." Greg warned, and he knew that if his little brother didn't turn up, he would kill him anyway. There was no way Brendan Rowe was going to get away with this.

Darryl was finally sat down. It had taken some convincing, and Phoebe suspected that he'd sat down more out of shock than anything else. Finding out they were witches and that was the secret they had all kept for the last eight months was a lot to take in. It was the least expected secret Darryl had likely thought of hearing.

"I know how crazy it sounds," Andy sighed, sitting on the coffee table so he could talk directly to his partner. Prue walked in to hand the man a glass of water, "It took me time to understand it and even longer to accept it."

"You really expect me to believe this?" Darryl asked him, and then looked up at some of the witches that were still in the room, "This is the craziest thing I've ever heard."

"We know, Darryl," Phoebe nodded, "But it's the truth. Would you like to see proof?"

"Phoebe, maybe that isn't a good idea." Dean frowned, seeing the raised eyebrows from Darryl. He was trying to take in so much, it wasn't a good idea to show him that they had powers, too. But Darryl thought different. He needed to see the proof.

The six witches looked at each other, questioning who it was who was going to show him the proof. Prue sighed, stepping forward and waving her hand. A cup on the coffee table moved to the left. Darryl's eyes widened and then looked back up at Prue, "You did that? No, you couldn't have done that."

Dean sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Adam, will you?"

Adam nodded and waved his hand. The cup now flew up in the air. As it started to fall to the floor, Dean flicked his wrists and it came to a halt in the middle of the air. Darryl leaned forward, tilting his head as he looked at the cup. Frowning, he stood up and waved his hands around the cup looking for strings. There was nothing there. Dean had really just frozen the cup in the middle of the air.

Andy grabbed the cup and put it back on the coffee table where it belonged, "They're really witches, Darryl. This is why I've been protecting them. Those unsolved cases involved magic and the supernatural. We couldn't solve them because there was nobody to arrest."

Darryl just shook his head, his frown getting deeper, "I can't believe this."

While the Halliwells and Winchesters were breaking the news to Darryl, they hadn't realized that Brendan had escaped through Piper's bedroom window to answer the call from his brothers. The evil was drawing him in, and it was something he just couldn't ignore anymore.

That was how he found himself standing at the door of his brother's apartment, staring at his gleeful brothers. Greg stepped forward, a glint in his eyes, "The spell brought you here. But the rest you have to do on your own, little brother."

"I understand," Brendan nodded, "I feel only my power reaching out to yours and yours to complete our triangle."

"All it takes is the life of a mortal," Paul grinned, excited that their plan was finally showing to work, "And then your initiation is complete."

"I'm afraid it's gonna take a bit more," Greg quickly disagreed, holding his hand out to stop Paul from walking towards their brother, "We need proof that you have truly turned. To complete the Row coven you need to sacrifice a witch. Piper."

Prue and Piper stood in the doorway of Piper's room. It was empty, but at least the bed looked like it had been slept in. Piper was a little annoyed that Brendon hadn't said that he was leaving, but she wasn't going to jump to conclusions yet.

"Where'd he go?" Prue asked, looking at her younger sister. Dean and Adam joined them from downstairs. There was definitely no sign of Brendan down there. This wasn't looking good.

"Maybe he went to the rectory to get ready." Piper shrugged his shoulders.

"You're not sure." Dean could see the nervous look in her eyes. Piper always got it when she didn't have answers to questions. It had happened in school on a regular basis. With a nod of his head, Dean grabbed Piper's hand, "C'mon then. We'll go find him."

"I'll wake Phoebs and Sam."

"They're already up," Adam pointed down the hallway, "Downstairs with the Book of Shadows."

The two sisters frowned, rushing down the stairs to see the two cousins sitting at the dining table, looking through the pages. Phoebe looked up with a small smile, "Morning. Do you wanna know what the Book of Shadows says about the Rowe coven?"

"Go." Prue nodded once, walking over to her sister and cousin.

"So get this. Ever since the 10th century each generation has grown stronger. Nobody can find a spell or a weapon that can stop them."

"Some days you just shouldn't get out of bed." Adam folded his arms, glaring at Piper for bringing the warlock into the house for the first place.

"Well, maybe the Power of Three can beat them," Dean suggested, glancing over at Piper, "Especially the Power of Three Squared."

"It would be the Power of Three Times Two," Prue corrected him, ignoring the look of hurt on his face when he was corrected, "But you have a point. It would be six against three."

The six witches stood in the church, just outside Brendan's room. It was now up to Piper to go in there and try to save him if he really needed to be saved. She just had to hope that his brothers hadn't gotten to him first, but who was she kidding? Of course they'd gotten to him. That would be the only reason for Brendan to leave the Manor without telling anybody.

"Maybe we should go in there with you," Dean stood behind Piper, as he placed her hand on the door handle, "If he's turned he'll kill you."

"No, he won't. I can talk to him," Piper shook her head, "Look, I'll yell for help if I need it. I just need a minute alone with him."

Taking a deep breath, Piper walked into the room, closing the door behind her. As calm as she'd sounded talking to her cousin, she didn't feel that way. Her heart was pounding and she swore her body was actually shaking, rather than just feeling that way. All she wanted was to turn back time and keep an eye on Brendan. Maybe she could have stopped him from leaving.

Now, she was standing face to face with the man, who was clearly on his way to becoming a warlock. She could tell by the look in his eyes and the cold sound to his voice, "They got you, didn't they?"

"Look at this place," Brendan scoffed, "Hardly furnished, dresser, crucifix, bed, will this be my life? To meditate? To shut out the world?"

"Have your brothers been here?" She knew this was the evil inside him talking. The goodness wanted this life. He had craved this good, honest life.

"They put a spell on me," he nodded once, an evil smile forming, "To make me see your mortal body only. Something to kill. And I see it."

He was just about to step forward, but Piper raised her hands. Right now she wasn't going to use her powers, but she would be ready if she needed to, "You can fight this, Brendan."

She hadn't even screamed, but the door was opening and her sisters and cousins were running into the room. Dean was about to freeze him and Prue was about to throw him across the room, but Piper stopped them. She needed to get through to him. Instead, Brendan felt threatened and turned into a warlock in front of the six witches, "So this is it? You kill me or I kill you?"

"Piper." Sam spoke with a warning tone, but Piper stepped forward towards the warlock.

"Everything that you've worked for, all the good that you've done and still can do. All for nothing, all lost? I don't believe it. I don't believe that this is the real you," Piper didn't even flinch when Brendan raised a knife. Her nerves were shot, but she tried to remain as calm as possible on the outside to help him decide not to do this, "No Brendan. You're good. You can't kill me. It's not who you are. It's not why Father Austin believes in you."

Brendan frowned, looking deep into Piper's brown eyes. His own eyes softened, as he lowered his arm with the knife. His features changed back to human, as tears fell from his eyes.

"Did I hurt you?"

"I'm okay." Piper shook her head with a smile. Brendan collapsed to the floor, pleading for forgiveness. He pressed his head against Piper's stomach, as she wrapped her arms around his head, soothing his hair. There was nothing to forgive, because he'd listened to the goodness inside of him.

"You betrayed us, little brother." Greg stepped into the room, blocking the only exit for the witches. Paul was just behind him, glaring at everyone.

"Leave them out of this, Greg." Brendan pulled himself up from the floor, rushing over to the two warlocks.

"You're protecting witches, now? You make me sick." The two warlocks started their attack, but Dean flicked his wrists. Nothing happened, as a shield blocked their powers. Prue waved her hand, but again nothing happened. The two warlocks laughed, "Not this time. We're ready for you. But family first."

"Yeah?" Brendan asked, getting a new sense of confidence in his ability to be good. With the six witches here—with just Piper her—he knew he could be a better man, "Come and get me."

Greg picked up the knife that Brendan had dropped to the floor, and got ready to throw it at him. Paul quickly stopped his brother, giving Brendan the chance to save his own life, "You're either with us or you're against us."

"Then I'm against you." Brendan didn't believe it was a choice. He knew that he wanted to be good; he didn't want to bring about the evil Power of Three. Greg wasn't giving Brendan any more chances. He threw the knife at Brendan, but Paul got in the way. The middle warlock brother fell backwards, the knife standing out of his chest. There was a shock in his eyes, as he fell into Brendan's arms.

"Damn you!" Paul growled, pulling the knife out of his chest and then throwing it at his elder brother. Everyone just stared as it hit Greg in the dead center for his chest. All the warlock could do was look down at the knife before he was turned to dust. Paul closed his eyes, and all Brendan felt was his body turning to dust, slipping through his fingers.

"I'm sorry." Piper touched Brendan's arm gently, but he just shook his head. He definitely didn't.

Piper waited outside of the room while Brendan finished changing. It wouldn't be long until he would be ordained, stripped of his warlock side. Even though his brothers were now vanquished, he still wanted to go through with this.

Brendan stepped out of his room, smiling at the sight of the witch who had saved him. Tucking a hair behind her ear, he couldn't help but look into her eyes, "After all these years, after everything I've given up to get here, a sacrifice never seemed greater than it does right now."

"Tell me about it." Piper laughed at herself and the situation as Brendan closed in for a kiss. The clock chimed, alerting them to the need to get into the church, where the ordination was going to take place.

"It's time."

Piper followed him through to the church, where her sisters and cousins were waiting for her. Taking a seat next to Phoebe, she placed her head on her shoulder.

"You know," Phoebe stroked her sister's head, comforting her as she started crying, "If you're gonna lose a guy, it might as well be to the big guy."

The others chuckled at the comment, as Piper smiled softly. At least she was losing him to something good and amazing. The day could have ended a lot worse.

"It's gonna take some time but I think he'll understand." Andy said, as he stood in the kitchen of the Halliwell-Winchester Manor. Piper made lunch for them, while Prue, John, Sam and Adam sat around the kitchen table. Andy leaned against the counter top, ready to get back to his own apartment after making sure Darryl didn't do anything ridiculous through the night. It had been a lot for his partner to take in.

"And he's not gonna say anything to Internal Affairs?" Adam wanted to clarify that.

"You really think that's something he can tell them?" Andy asked, "No, your secret is safe with us. I know Morris and I know that he will keep this to himself. He may not like it and he may never want to see you guys again, but he won't tell anyone you're witches."

"Well, I guess that's one good thing," John nodded, "I'm sorry you two were pulled into all this. It doesn't help with mine and Dean's records."

"Actually, Dean's record is surprisingly clear, bar a couple of parking tickets," Andy frowned, remembering something that he'd noticed a few weeks ago, "I know it didn't used to be, so does anyone want to tell me how that happened?"

The two Halliwells and two Winchester brothers just looked at each other, unable to explain the situation. Of course they knew, but the less Andy knew the better. Andy chuckled, looking between them all, "Forget it. I don't wanna know."

"It wasn't magic." Prue pointed out.

"I definitely don't want to know then."

"We've done it!" Dean shouted as he ran up the basement stairs. His t-shirt was soaked in sweat and his face red, but it was impossible not to look past all that when they saw the glint in his eyes as he waved the piece of paper in his hands. Phoebe was close behind him, looking in a very similar state to her cousin, "We've actually gone and done it."

"Done what?" Piper asked, screwing her nose up at the sight of the two of them.

"Well, Dean's done it," Phoebe grinned, "He's come up with the spell. We can vanquish the Yellow-Eyed Demon."

I know so many of you wanted to see Dean do more with his powers and with witchcraft and this was the perfect chance for that. To be honest, as Dean has grown in this season, I thought it right that he be the one to create the vanquishing spell. He needs something other than guns and I figured he'd be a spell writer compared to a potion maker (that's Adam). I'd love to know what you think of this chapter though. There were a lot of original scenes, so I'm excited to hear what you think about them. Please R&R.

Friday I'll be back with episode 21. It's my version of Love Hurts-a very necessary episode and one that I really look forward to sharing with you.