Sam his held his breathe as he boiled a mixture of waxy scarlet red cap mushrooms, light purple fungus that came up in flat sticks as well as regular mushrooms that were known for their immune boosting properties –shiitake buttons, lion's mane.

Just then, Dean came marching into the kitchen, which Cas walking behind him, a jump rope loosely coiled around the little angel's waist, which Dean was leading him around by.

"Hey, guys," Sam greeted them, "What are you doing?"

"I'm a Viking and Cas is my slave now." Dean declared victoriously.

"Huh?" Sam responded, wondering if letting them watch Horrible Histories was a good idea.

"I beat him, that's the rule." Dean explained, as if that made any more sense.

"I want to be the Viking for a while!" Cas complained.

"Dean, be nice, let Cas be the Viking for a while." Sam told him.

"Ah, okay." Dean lamented, trying to figure out how to get the jump rope off of Cas. He was better at letting in on then he was getting it off, "But you got to fight me."

"Okay." Cas agreed, happily.

Just then Sam's cell rang. Answering it, he said, "Hey, Charlie."

"Hey, Sam." Charlie began sat an island table covered with white tile, her eyes darting to the drugged-up girl lying on her stomach on the table, "I need your help, but it's a little unusual."

That night, Sam was at the door, where Charlie was standing holding a dark-haired girl of about fourteen, wearing a blue dress that had been cut open in the back, revealing white bananages covering most of her back.

"You can put her in here." Sam was saying, leading Charlie down the hall with the unconscious founding.

"Thanks again, for this." Charlie responded as they walked into one of the bedrooms. As she laid her down, she explained, "Bonnie's sister said it could've been a lot worse, but until they heal sleeping on her stomach's advised."

Sitting down at the kitchen table, Charlie explained the situation in more detail.

"I was working a case in Iowa." The redhead began, "A priest had reported that one of his congregants died after showing a stigmata and being whipped by an unseen force while shouting for God to save her in Aramaic. At first I thought a Wiccan co-worker might be involved for a hot minute, but there was no motive, no real hex bags, vic had a lot of other enemies because she worked for CPS, and with the rise in New Age Paganism a candle isn't exactly a smoking gun, and then another vic dropped with no relation to said New Ager, but both vics had a connection to the family of local off the grid one family cult. The story was that their daughter died of pneumonia because they wouldn't get her medical help, so we were thinking vengeful spirit."

"Wait, we?" Sam cut her off.

"Bonnie and Clive showed up just before the second body dropped." Charlie explained, "Her sister I mentioned earlier read about the case online and sent it to them. They're back in town monitoring the trail. Long story short, turns out, the daughter was alive and is currently sleeping in your guess room. She's physic, telekinetic of some kind it looks like, but she can also read minds, from what we got out of her. Mom thought she was possessed by Devil, that she was the Devil, at least that's what she says, so she locked her in the basement and made her flog herself. We found her in the basement living like a prisoner. She was trying to get their attention, their help. So, when the parents caught us, we gave them a rather violent piece of our minds, sent the brother on his way to their aunt's, faked Magda's death again and I took her to Bonnie's sister who's a NP to fix her back up. It—It was bad. I didn't knpow how she could stand to have her hair touch it. I still don't even with the bandages. "

"Why didn't you just send her to her aunt's too?" Hannah asked.

"Magda might not have meant any harm, but she needs to learn to control her powers, so nothing like this happens again." Charlie responded, "She needs to learn how to control her powers and she's not going to be able to do that in the middle of a media circus, which also might end in the discover of the supernatural world."

"Media circus?" Hannah repeated, mystified.

"Bonnie pointed out that this might be the kind of story that the 24-hour news cycle might eat up." Charlie responded, "Photogenic teen girl, held captive and tortured by her family on the crazy religious fringe, who managed to successfully fake her death, at least one government agency failing spectacularly? At the time I thought she was over reacting, but I stopped for gas in a coffee on the way here, those nut jobs were plastered all over the TV. Plus—this kid is so screwed up she actually believes she's evil. That she deserved everything that happened. We had to actually restrain her to rescue her! I know this is a big ask, but could I keep her here while her back heals and I figure out what the plan is?"

"Of course." Sam said, without hesitation.

Hannah, however, stiffened. "Ah, Sam, can I see outside for a minute?"

"Sure." Sam replied, realizing she was agitated about something.

The couple went outside the kitchen and when they a few feet away, Hannah whispered so that Charlie couldn't here, "Did you really just make that decision unilaterally without consulting me?"

"Sorry, but I thought you'd be in agreement." Sam apologized, realizing that maybe he overstepped, but still pretty certain of his decision.

"Look, I feel sorry for the girl, what happened to her was horrible." Hannah conceded, "But Charlie said it herself, she's volatile, she's already accidently killed two people trying to send out an SOS and we have the boys to think about. She could go off and accidently hurt them."

Sam paused. He hadn't thought about that. "You're right," He conceded "But I still want to try to help. I can't just leave Charlie out in the cold, and the girl…just give a minute to think." He began to pace the floor. "Well, maybe we could just –make sure they stayed separate. Make sure they're out of the line of fire."

"That didn't help the CPS agent, or the other victim." Hannah pointed out.

"Right." Sam agreed, "Well, ah-I need another minute." He continued to paste. "Maybe I can set them up in town—"

"You know, I can leave if you need me to." Charlie said, stepping out, "I understand completely. I'll…I'll figure something else out."

The Winchesters were silent for a moment. Hannah knew that Charlie wouldn't put the boys in risk. "No, you can stay. We'll…will make it work."

When Magda Pearson woke up, she found herself staring into a bridge pillow sheet she didn't recognize. For a moment she wasn't sure where she was or how she had gotten here, but then remembered what happened:

"You're not taking her anywhere!" Gail screamed at the trio in front of her, the couple holding guns on her family, even as her father held a gun on them, and Charlie held Magda, who was struggling to get free.

"Please," Magda moaned, "You said you fight evil!"

Meanwhile, Clive and Bonnie exchanged looks, Clive nodding glaring at her parents. "Abraham, you seem like a reasonable guy to me. Your daughter needs help."

"What do you think you've been doing all these years?" Abraham responded, not dropping the gun.

"You have any idea what she's done?" Gail seethed, "Don't you understand that by keeping her here, we're protecting you?"

"By doing what?" Charlie challenged, "Beating the Hell of out her?" She maneuvered carefully, trying to keep Magda from escaping her grasp while not injuring her further or aggravating the injuries she had.

"Pain purges sin." Gail declared with certainty.

"What Bible have you been reading?" Clive questioned, "Leviticus, 19: 28: 'You shall not make any cuts on your body for the dead or tattoo yourselves.' There are cuts on her body made over dead people. If anything, you made her sin more!"

Magda stopped struggling for a moment, stunned at the accusation. She wasn't sure if she had ever heard that verse before.

Gail opened her mouth as if to respond, but wound up just gapping, her mind grasping her a respond. Like most fringe cults, her theology fell apart in the fact of contradicting scripture. Or a translation dictionary. Or both.

"In fact, wasn't it the pagans who harm themselves?" Clive continued, on a roll, "1 Kings, 18:24-29. 'Then call on the name of your god and I will call on the name of the Lord. The god who answers by setting fire to the to the wood is the true God! And the people agreed. The Elijah said to the prophets of Baal…."

No one had noticed, distracted by Clive's display, but Bonnie had snuck off to the side, picking up a vase of flowers. At least they didn't notice until she sent it crashing down on Gail's head, effectively knocking her out. Abraham whirled, about to shoot when Clive pistol whipped him, sending him to the ground. Then he walked over and grabbed Magda' s brother, Elijah, by the collar. "Come on."

"Let go of me!" Elijah protested, fighting back against the hunter.

"Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you." Clive assured him, before throwing the teen into the nearest bedroom, quickly shutting the door and putting a chair in front of it, "That should hold him until we figure out our next move."

"Let him go!" Magda protested, beginning to fight again.

Suddenly the chair was thrown across the room. Thinking fast Clive threw himself against the door. "Alright, I'll hold down the fort, you get her out of here!"

The women dragged Magda out of the house kicking and screaming, reasoning, begging. They didn't understand what they were doing. She was too dangerous to be let out.

"Please," Magda pleaded desperately, as they dragged her to a yellow bug, "Please don't hurt my family."

"Honey, we're not going to hurt them Charlie assured her, finally loosening her grip, but keeping a hand wrapped around one of Magda's arms, "Now, can we look at your back again, please? Humor us."

Not knowing what else to do, Magda complied, letting herself be positioned in the front passenger seat a Bonnie went to get a first aid kit. "Magda?" Charlie continued " We're gonna take a closer look at these okay? We're not going to hurt you, but it might sting, okay?"

Magda nodded, and by them Bonnie came back. As the women examined her, they soon changed their tune.

"This girl needs expertise." Charlie declared, "This is above our paygrade."

"Alright," Bonnie began, forming a plan, "Bilhah, my sister who tipped us off us is less than a day's drive away. She's a nurse practitioner, her husband's an ER doctor, they've done me favors a couple of times, no questions asked."

"Why don't we just take her to a hospital?" Charlie asked.

The thought of being taken back into world again sent Magda into a panic, and she knocked them down.

"Well, for starters, that." Bonnie responded, getting up and running back to her own car, while Charlie handled the girl, having to grabbed her by the wrists. "Magda, clam down! Clam down!" The redhead was nearly thrown again, but braced herself against the dashboard. "Magda, stop that!"

"I can't!" Magda screamed.

"Yes, you can." Charlie urged, "You can control it!" When the teen shook her head, Charlie added, "Please, just try. Just—focus."

Magda stopped, and Charlie nearly fell over her. "See?"

Just then Bonnie came back with a syringe. "We okay here?"

"Yeah," Charlie responded, "We're okay."

"I think I'm still gonna give her this anyway." Bonnie replied, leaning towards Magda's neck.

Too weak to fight back at that point, the next thing She was aware of slight pinch her neck, then everything fading to black.

Magda managed to get up, despite the pain, and walked to the doorway. "Charlie?" She called out softly, confused and afraid. She stared out at a long beige and gray hallway. Where was she? Could she go after Charlie? Was she aloud out of this room? She didn't know. And she was afraid to try.

Magda stood there for a moment, too scared to move, before tentively taking a step out then the other, walking down the hall. She was still a little out of it from the varying sedatives they had been almost constantly giving her, for the pain and to keep her compliant, causing her to nearly topple over, but she was able to steady herself. "Charlie!" She called out again, her voice getting a little louder, though not loud enough for her guardian to hear her from where she was.

Magda wobbled down the hall after tall, when at last she finally saw something, causing her to stop. At the end of the hall, was Charlie, along with a very tall, very board-shouldered man, and a curly haired woman that as Magda got closer, she could see was round with pregnancy. When they saw her, Charlie ran to her, taking her arm and helping her steading herself. "Sorry, I meant to be back by the time you woke up. How are you feeling?"

"Still kind of foggy." Magda told her as she was led down the hall, "Uh, where are we?"

"It's a…bunker of sorts." Charlie explained, walking her down the rest of the hall to the kitchen, "My friend inherited it from his grandfather in a roundabout way. Don't worry, we're not gonna give you any more drugs. Not for now at least." She sat the teen down in a kitchen chair, then said, "Charlie, I want you to meet some friends of mine. This is Sam Winchester, he's a hunter like me, semi-retired, and his wife Hannah."

"It's very nice to meet you, Magda." Sam told her softly, keeping his distance at to not intimate the girl.

"You shouldn't have given us shelter." Magda told them in a monotone, matter of fact way, "I'll only bring you pain. I'm the devil."

"No." Sam told her, "No, you're not. You're really not."

"Trust us." Hannah added, "You're not."

"He's inside me." Magda insisted in that sober, casual tone, "I can hear him whispering. He lets me hear what people are thinking. He's let me do things."

"Magda…we've talked about this." Charlie told her, "You're not the devil. You're just physic. And that's a scary concept to work your head around probably, but you can learn how to control it. You don't have to hurt anyone, again. And I'm going to be with you every step of the way. We're going to help you."

"H-How?" Magda asked, part protests, part hope.

Charlie was silent for a moment. "I haven't got all that worked out yet. "Charlie admitted, before turning to the counter as she said, "But I can start by getting you your vitamins."

Along with the lashes, which were the most worrisome, Magda was malnourished, with a vitamin D deficiency from being locked up for so long, even with the sun light from the window, though the Bilhah told her it could've been a lot worst, all things considered. Thank God for small mercies, Charlie supposed.

Sam glanced off to where he had put his preparations of the medicinal concoctions to the side. One of the formulas Annamaria had sent him was for a multivitamin, and another was for a solution that actually sped up the healing processing by stimulating cell growth. Maybe they should add that Magda's regimen…

"Who's Annamaria?" Magda asked.

"Did you—" Sam began surprised, "Did you just read my mind?"

"I can hear all of you." Magda admitted, "And there's these—colors."

"That's probably me." Hannah spoke up, "My—my minfd. I'll just step out, check on the kids, maybe that'll help. I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault." Charlie assured her, before tending to Magda.

No one got slept well that night. Charlie was up and down seeing to Magda and lying awake in bed trying to figure out how to help her, Magda kept praying for her own forgiveness and for her Charlie and the other to 'come to their senses' and Hannah wound up intercepting her prayers, crying for the child, and Sam stayed up comforting his wife and trying to figure out a plan.

So, it was no wonder that everyone was on auto pilot, Charlie starring into a cup of coffee as she talked to Clive on the phone. "Wait, what thirty exam?"

"730 exam." Clive repeated, "It's a mental competency exam to see if a defendant is too bat crap crazy to aid in their own defense or not."

"Well, what happens if they're too bat crap crazy to aid in their own defense?" Charlie asked, worried in a bit frustrated.

At the kitchen table, Dean was bouncing his spoon in the oatmeal cheerily singing, "Divorced beheaded and died. Divorced beheaded survived…"

"How should I know?" Clive responded, "I'm not a legal expert, I barely watch Law & Order."

"…. I'm Henry the eight, I had six sorry wives, some might say I ruined their lives…." Dean continued to sing.

"Dean, please," Sam finally spoke up, groggy, "Aunt Charlie's on the phone."

"How's the kid, anyway?" Clive asked.

"Horrible." Charlie answered, "She still thinks her mother was right. I honestly don't know what to do with her."

"I've been calling to get Joel on the phone," Clive told her, "I can't really explain why now, but he might be able to help." He wasn't sure how much the abused effected his niece now, she was only two when she was rescued, but he remembered at the time it was horrible. The least little thing would make her think the adults were mad at her and she'd hide like a mouse in the curtains, crying. "I'll call you when I have more. If you don't see it on the news first."

While it wasn't as bad as Bonnie had predicated, the story had been picked up by the news. Reporters were parked outside of the courthouse, some of them from national stations.

"Thanks," Charlie said, "Say hi to Bonnie for me."

With the pair hung up and Charlie stared at TV where by chance the 24-hour news channel she had turned it to, Magda's alleged parents being led down the steps of the Mason City court house in chains. "Abraham and Gail Peterson were arranged today; the Petersons are changed with…."

Charlie took the remote and turned the TV off.

"So, how'd it go?" Sam asks.

"Sam, you were pre-law, tell me, what happens if a defendant is declared incompetent to stand trial?" Charlie asked.

"At the very least they'd get treatment." Sam told her, "Then a lot of things could happen. "After a beat he changed the subject, "Charlie, we and Hannah were talking last night, and uh, we got an idea. Something we think might help Magda."

Looking at the boys, Charlie asked, "Do you, ah…"

"I don't think they're paying attention." Sam replied.

While Cas was contently eating his oatmeal, Dean had started to sing again, "Divorced, beheaded and died. Divorced, beheaded, survived…"

"What if we introduced her to some other physics?" Sam suggested, "Between the three of us I can think of, at least six that we're on a first name basis with, some of them who had also been abused or used by people who were supposed to care about them because of their power. Maybe then can get through to her, show her how to control her power."

"You might be on to something there." Charlie agreed. After a moment, she began, rather apprehensively, "I was also thinking, maybe you could talk to her?"

"What?" Sam responded, "Why me?"

"Remember, you were physic once upon a time." Charlie pointed out, "You were pretty freaked out about it to. And you were worried you were evil, just like her."

"She has a point, Sam." Hannah added in. "Maybe you should."

Feeling a pang of compassion and empathy, Sam agreed. "Alright, I'll talk to her."

"Thanks." Charlie smiled at him, "Think you could help me with her meds and bandages after I get from food into her? Might be a good opener."

"Sure." Sam agreed immediately.

"Thanks Sam." Charlie grinned, scooping oatmeal into a bowel for her charge. She walked past the boys, Dean still singing. "Divorced, beheaded and died. Divorced, beheaded survived. I'm Henry the eight…" Charlie turned around with a questioning look.

"It said it was a family show." Hannah offered for an explanation.

"The host is a puppet rat." Sam added.

After breakfast, Charlie handed Magda an array of vitamins, which the teenager swallowed followed by a glass of water. That was about the time Sam walked in, holding a plain mug and an eye dropper with a translucent purple liquid in it. "She ready?"

"Yeah, we just finished with the rest of her vitamins." Charlie told him.

Couching down in front of her, Sam held out the cup, revealing a bright yellow liquid with heavily minty scent. "It's the multivitamin I –thought about last night. Here." As Magda took it, he asked, "Mind if I apply this to your back?"

Magda nodded, bringing the mug to her lips.

"Alright, let's see here." Sam said, as Charlie removed the bandages. This being the first time he had actually seen the wounds he had to fight back a gasp in spite of himself. The deeper lashes had actually needed stitching, her back still ripped and managed. Like Charlie, Sam didn't understand how the girl could stand her hair being next to it. Charlie pulled it back and Sam began to apply the serum. Getting his baring back, he began, "Magda, there's something I wanted to talk to you about. "There are others out there like you—like me. I have powers, too. Or at least I use to. I'd get these visions sometimes and—and I could move things with my mind."

"You can do that?" Magda responded, almost surprised.

"Well, no, not anymore." Sam admitted, "But that didn't make me the devil. "It—it—it just made me who I am." Maybe he should have planned this out more.

"Then you are evil." Magda declared soberly.

"Magda!" Charlie exclaimed in horrified disbelief.

"Mother says I'm evil 'because I hurt people." Magda continued.

Both adults were silent for a moment, before Sam said, "But it was my understanding that you weren't trying to hurt anyone. That you were praying, thinking she could hear your thoughts. Really, who would have thought praying would lead to a death? No one would." He couldn't but feel sorry for her. Even if it was an accident, taking a life was bound to weigh on her. "That wasn't your fault."

Suddenly Magda said, "They weren't the first."

Sam and Charlie looked at each other, shocked, and starting to wonder if maybe they had this wrong.

However, before they inquire about this further, Magda started clutching her head, looking like she was in pain. "Ah!"

Both adults lept into action. "What is it?" Charlie demanded urgently, "What's wrong?"

"How many people are here?" Magda got out, "I'm hearing more voices. One of them sounds like a little girl and she wants to know why she can't be a wolf Berserker too and think Dean is being a stupid head…"

"Reason just dropped Maudie off, "Sam whispered, "She's jump right on board with their Viking phase."

"And there's the colors again…" Magda continued.

"Magda," Charlie began, crouching down in front of her, "Magda, listen to me. This is what we talked about. You can control this."

"No, I—I can't." Magda protested, tears in her eyes.

"Yes, you can." Charlie insisted, "Look, why don't try focusing in on the thoughts of one person. Can you hear mine?"

Magda nodded. "You're not—you're no sure this going to work."

Charlie put her tongue against her teeth, not sure what to say. "Okay, you're right, I'm not. But—there's only one way to find out. Now focus in on my thoughts." Come on, come on, come on, come on…

Magda focused in on Charlie, and slowly the other voices in her head began to fade away. "I—I—I'm doing it." The teen broke into a grin, "I'm doing it. I can only hear you now."

"That's—that's great." Charlie beamed back, feeling a bit of pride. She wrapped her arms around the girl, saying, "See, I told you, you could do it."

Later that morning, Sam was going through some files, while Hannah was packaging up an order, and the children were playing at their feet when Charlie came back in, holding a cell phone. "Okay, good news, Bonnie and Clive were able to get ahold of the court physiatrist report, and Gail cleared up that whole' not the first' matter for us. I didn't bring it up because it wasn't important at the time, but, the 'official' reason why the Petersons went off the grid was because Gail got addicted to pills for pain for nerve damage and apparently God told her if she paired down, He'd take the pain away."

"Which also had the pratically effect of keeping them isolated so no one noticed they were keeping their daughter imprisoned and apposed." Sam speculated, wondering exactly how much of the Luddite thing was genuine.

"While I can't prove it, that'd be my guess." Charlie replied, "But apparently the first outburst of Magda's powers was during a fight they were having over a cell phone the kid wanted. She screamed for Gail to pull over, next thing anyone knows, the woman's pulling out into oncoming traffic."

"So, it was personal vendetta instead of this 'she's the devil' nonsense?" Hannah speculated.

"Of course, it's possible she believed her own lies at this point." Charlie reasoned, "But this means, that Magda's not some killing machine. And we know from this morning she can control it. We can save this girl."

"I think I might have something that can help with that." Sam said, handing her the files he had been looking it, "So, back in the 50s, Oliver Pryce was a kid physic. Telepathic like Magda. He performed everywhere…Carnival, Atlantic City, you name it. He was the real deal. Now, the Men of Letters were teaching him how to control his powers when they got…you know."

"Brutally slaughtered?" Hannah put it a little more bluntly.

"Yeah." Sam responded, "The point is, he might be able help us. And he's one of the good guys. He might be happy to see us."

While this conversation was happening, Maudie had grabbed Cas by the seat of his pants, saying, "You got the Monk last time!"

"No, you did!" Dean protested.

"Do I get a say in this?" Cas asked.

Dean and Maudie looked at each other. "Sure." They agreed.

"I want to be Dean's slave." Cas told him, "He grabs less. But next time I get to be the Viking!"

"Deal." Dean agreed, grabbing Cas by the arm and then taking him off.

After a moment staring Hannah spoke up, abashed. "It's not as bad as it looks. Dean thinks slaves are just pets you have fight as your funeral."

"That's a thing Vikings do?" Charlie asked, surprised.

"That's a thing Romans do." Sam told her, "But history tend to get messed up around here. Before you got here Maudie was making ammunitions to fight the invading hordes of Persians."

"Maybe this wasn't sure a good idea." Charlie said, staring at the litany of Keep Out Signs on Oliver's Pryce's house.

Sam took a deep breath. "Well, we're already here." He reasoned before knocking on the door, "Mr. Pryce? Oliver Pryce! Mr. Pryce? This is Sam-

Suddenly the door was opened and a surprisingly well-kept bespectled man appeared. "Winchester. You're Sam Winchester. Man, of Letters."

"Yeah." Sam confirmed, caught a bit off guard, "H-how did you-?"

"Mind reader, remember?" Oliver responded, before looking at Charlie, "And you're Charlie Bradbury hacker, turned hunter, turned possible adopted mother."

"What?!" Charlie balked.

"Well, you're not sure what else to do." Oliver declared, "Though you've also considered boarding school, or sending the kid on the way to her aunt."

Walking into the living room/ dining room aera, Charlie saw a black and white picture on the wall. "That's you?"

"Was me." Oliver corrected him, "I don't do the physic stuff no more. Being around people, it's kind of…Hell. All those brains yapping all the time drives a guy banana."

"Because you can hear everyone's thoughts." Charlie guessed.

Oliver nodded. "Right now, you're still thinking about your girl. Magdalene, or something. The Hippie's wondering if letting your kids watch a show with a segment called 'Stupid Deaths' was a good idea. Also, surprised by how much of history is people finding new ways to enslave each other."

Back at the bunker, Hannah has just put the kids down for a nap and had snuck of two Magda's room, tentively peeking inside. The girl was on her stomach, asleep. It was probably better that way given what she was about to do. Or at least try to do.

Hannah crept into the room, gingerly sitting down at the bedside. Magda was still only wearing dresses and blouses that had, had the back cut out so her injuries to be tended to too. Hannah carefully pulled back a portion of the bandages and put a hand on the raw back. Maybe if she could just focus…

Pouring all her energy into it, a blue light appeared beneath Hannah's hand, healing the aera under her hand and around before she suddenly felt drained of all of energy, jerking her hand back and falling to her knees on the floor.

Awoken by the noise, Magda woke up, her eyes slowly opening, then when she realized what was going on, raised up. "Mrs. Winchester?!" She asked in alarm, leaping to the woman's side, "Are you hurt?"

"Just…just tired all of a sudden." Hannah said, excepting Magda's help up and all to the bed, "I should be fine in a few minutes."

"Are your sure?" Magda asked, "Maybe I should get Mr. Winchester…."

"He and Charlie had to go run an errand." Hannah informed her, "Really, I'll be fine."

"Should I get you some water, or something?" Magda asked, feeling a thing of panic.

"If you could find the kitchen that might actually help." Hannah admitted, "Glasses are in the cabinet on the left."

"I think I can remember." Magda said, thought she honestly wasn't sure.

Somehow, she managed to find it and the glasses. As she got water the sink, she noticed her bandage flapping. Pulling it back she found that where raw flayed skin had been before was soft baby pink. "What?"

Magda found her way back to the bedroom and handed the glass to Hannah. "Ah, thank you." The adult said, taking it and slowly sipping. She thought the strength might be coming back.

Magda just stared at her. She wanted to ask about the miraculous healing of part of her wounds, but was afraid to. She didn't know why, it didn't seem like they would punish her for but, but she couldn't bring herself to ask it.

"Magda," Hannah began, "Is there something you need to say?"

Magda started doing a staring contest with her bare feet.

"Magda," Hannah urged, "It's okay."

"It's just…" Magda began, "When I was getting the water, I saw this." She took the loss bandages and the healed spot on her back. "How—how did this happened?"

"Well, that—that was—" Hannah stammered. They were planning on keeping the whole 'angel' thing under wraps. In fact, they were planning on trying to keep her out of all the divine and magical machinations that went around here if they could. So much for that. Hannah sighed then began. "That was me. I'm an angel of the Lord, Magda. We weren't going to say anything because, well, you casually talk about your internalized idea of being Satan himself, we thought a divine messenger a couple of halls down might be intimidating. The pregnancy's been affecting my abilities." She had to take another gulp of water at that point. "I thought if I focus, I could heal you. To be fair it did work to a certain extent. Before I fell in a semi-conscious heap on the floor."

Magda said nothing, process what she just heard, not sure to believe in. "If you're an angel, where are your wings?" Then it occurred to her to her that she might be incurring divine wrath, panicked. "Sorry! I didn't…"

"It's alright," Hannah cut her off quickly, "'test the spirits to see whether they are from God', right?"

"Huh?" Magda's face contorted in confusion.

"First John Chapter 4, Verse one." Hannah responded, "Beloved, do not believe every spirit but test the spirits to see if they are from God, for many false prophets have gone out into the world.'"

"Oh." Magda responded, "I've never heard that one."

Given your background that makes sense. Hannah thought, but out loud answered the original question. "My wings aren't on this plane, so they only be seen under very specific circumstances."

Feeling more than a little overwhelmed at that point, Magda asked, "I'm sorry, do you mind if I sit down?"

"It's your bed, isn't it?" Hannah responded, scooting over a bit.

Magda sat down, still feeling rather awkward knowing she was next to a messenger of God.

"They were wrong." Hannah declared, looking off, "You're a good girl, Magda."

"Here you go." Charlie said, handing Magda a clear measuring cup of brown liquid to Magda.

Holding her nose, Magda drank the mushroom elixir.

"Alright, let's get you cleaned up." Charlie said, dipping a sponge in a bowl. Magda was physically able to bathe on her own, but they were still being careful of her back, which was particular part Charlie was happening. "Magda, I wanted to talk to you about something you said earlier today. I made a few calls and—"She trailed off a moment before just coming out with it, "I know what happened the first time your power manifested."

"Then you know it's true." Magda responded soberly.

"Actually, it confirmed the opposite." Charlie told her, "Magda, when you said 'pull over' you meant the side of the road, not oncoming traffic, right?"

"Right." Magda confirmed, not sure where this was going, but this prospective dawning on her for the first time.

"So, that's not evil." Charlie continued, "Bratty, yes, but not evil. Not something that warrants—this back." After a beat, she challenged, "Magda, don't you think you've been punished enough. That you've suffered enough?"

Suddenly Magda felt chains around her soul start to loosen. Soon there were tears in her eyes and she was flat out sobbing.

"It's alright." Charlie soothed, carefully taking the girl in her arms, "Everything's going to be alright now."

Two days and several phone calls later, Charlie loaded Magda into the car and headed to Lawrence.

"And these people they're—they're like me?" Magda asked, staring at the window.

"They have different powers for the most part, but yeah, they're physic." Charlie explained driving.

A couple of hours later, they walked up to the house, Charlie rising hand to knock on the door, but before she could it was opened by an older dark-skinned woman. "Oh, you much be Missouri. I'm Charlie Bradbury, this is—"

"Magda." Missouri, cutting her off gently, staring at the teen, "Come on in. Everyone's here."

"Everyone?" Magda repeated, before freezing at what she saw.

Sitting the living room, was an old man, a young woman with thick blonde hair, a little boy similar coloring to the woman, and six teenage girls.

"Magda," Missouri began, "This my granddaughter Patience, Oliver Pryce, Adele Owens, her son Jerod, Carrie Anne Parker, Sissy and Audrina Thomson, Kia Nieves, and Claire Novack."

"And you're all physic?" Magda asked, somewhat in disbelief.

"I read minds and I'm good with communicating with the other side." Oliver announced.

"I can read auras, so does my son." Adele declared.

"I have visions." Patience added.
"I can set fires with my mind." Carrie-Anne chimed in.

"I'm teleketic, like you." Sissy spoke up.

"I touch things and people and I have visions." Audrina explained.

"I'm technically a dream walker but it was close enough for Patience to call." Kia told her.

"I'm—actually really just her ride." Claire admitted, before getting up, "I'll be over here, if turns out anymore needs me." With that she joined Wally and Joel and the kitchen, who is turn was joined by Charlie.

And so, began that appeared like a cross between an intervention, gam session, and support group.

"At first I thought it was just De Ja Vu." Patience was saying, "Then the vision got more intense, more immersive. I thought I was going insane. "

"But I thought you were her granddaughter." Magda said, "Why wouldn't she just tell you."

"My dad told she was dead and a fraud." Patience recapped, "And he let me believe I was insane and actually had me committed. "Gesturing to Sissy and Audrina she added, "It wasn't until I was recruited to their merry bands of thieves that I knew was physic. And then Aunt Nancy put me through the training from Hell. Spent all days trying to pick a pocket from a coat with bells tied to it, sometimes 24 hours straight with no sleep. And if you got caught shoplifting, no dinner that night. One day I got caught twice, no lunch, or dinner, lost breakfast the next day for contradicting her. "

"I snuck her an apple." Audrina admitted.

"One time when I was six, she told me to use my powers to steal a soda from a vending machine, at one of those state welcome centers." Sissy recalled, "When I said no, she threatened to leave me there. Then she did. I cried for hours before she finally came back."

"I think she hated me for not being able to pull out jewels from other universes or whatever she wanted." Kia added in, "I still got scars from her rings."

"I don't really remember my dad that well." Carrie Anne put in, "My biological one, not the one in the kitchen. I saw him five minutes ago; pretty sure I can remember that far."

Magda snorted a little at that.

"But—sometimes I have these nightmares." Carrie Anne continued, taking on a more sober tone, "There's this—giant man coming at me with a belt, and then everything hurts and I'm really, really scared. Like terrified."

Magda, who was sitting in between Sissy and Carrie Anne, reached out to the later and took her hand.

"With me it was my stepdad." Adele told, "His thing wasn't religion, it was pseudo-science, that, as it turns out, was favored by some rather famous atheists, but was never here nor there. He was like a legit mad scientist. The CAT scans and MRI weren't that bad, just scary, but then he started doing experiments with painful stimuli. He shocked me, pricked me with needles. After Mom died, and he kept coming up empty, it got worst. Electroshock theory, a craniotomy that went, way, way, wrong and I nearly died, tying me up or locking me in closets so I couldn't get away. To this day I can't be in a tight space or a locked room. "

"I thought you said you live off the grid." Magda said, "How do—"

"I designed the outhouse to be abnormally large and I leave the door a bit open." Adele opened.
"How did you—how did you recover from that?" Magda asked, "From this?"

"Well, accidently killing my abuser helped." Adele told her, "It helps to have a good support system. My Aunt and my Uncle were there for me, later my fiancé," She gestured down, to Jerod who got board was playing in the floor, and was blissfully unaware of the heavy conversation, "This little guy's father, our friends."

"Wally and Lemmie Sue, we've been living with them since the band broke up as it were," Sissy said, "They've been great."

"In our case, keeping in touch helps." Kia added.

"I've been seeing a therapist since I was two." Carrie Anne told them.

"That reminds me," Joel said, hearing what she said from the kitchen, taking a pin and paper and writing down a name and number, "Lizzie Donavan. Use to be a physiatrist before she was hunter. Might be helpful."

"Thanks." Charlie replied.

Later, Magda was staring at the tea cup.

"Just focus, Magda." Sissy told her encouragingly, "Focus."

Suddenly the cup was raised in the air.

"She's doing it!" Carrie Anne beamed, "She's actually doing it!"

"Good job, Magda." Sissy praised, "Now, here's the hard part, sitting it back down, without this getting messy."

"It's an empty cup." Kia pointed out.

"Yes, but when you're new to this it's easy to drop things hard enough they break." Sissy explained, "When I was little, we lost a lot of hotel deposits." With that she cringed.

Focus on the cup, it was little shaky as she went down, but she kept it intact.

"What I really need to know is how to stop things I accidently start." Magda declared.

"It's more than doable, but we could be here a while. "Sissy declared.

Two nights after the meeting, Magda was sitting in the bunker surrounded by three semi conscious toddlers, watching a somewhat flamboyantly dressed highwayman sing about how history shouldn't romanticize him. "You think life is one big antic, my profession is romantic. Hate to be pedantic, but it ain't….

Glancing over to some blocks that had been left out, Madge focused on them, making four them rise. Soon she had them juggling in the air.

"Maybe I can keep this up until you guys are awake." She grinned.

Charlie and Magda spent the next week at the bunker, as the teen practiced her ability and her back healed. Charlie would be lying if she said she wasn't getting attached to the kid. But eventually it was time to decide what to

"Have you given any thought to where you might want to go from here?" Charlie asked, sitting across the table from Magda, both of them holding cups of coffee, "You could go back to your aunt's."

"I don't think that's a good idea." Magda responded, "I'm supposed to be dead, remember? Besides, I don't blame Elijah for what happened, it's not like he could stop them, but I don't think I can just—go back to that. I think I'm going to reach out to him one day, but not now."

"Okay then," Charlie began seeing her points, "Well, we have other options. There's a boarding school out in Ohio…"

"Actually," Magda cut her off, "I was wondering if maybe—I could stay with you?"

Charlie nearly spat out her coffee. "Magda," She began, "My life—it's unpredictable…."

"I know, but—I'm not exactly defenseless." Magda responded, "Charlie you—you gave me my life back. You made see that my powers—there's not to be fear. I think that, for now, maybe the best place for me is with you."

Charlie was silent, for a minute, thinking it over. For some reason…she wasn't opposed to the idea. "Alright, then."

Just then Dean ran into the room, screaming, followed by Cas who was waving some kind of imaginary book in his hands. "That's right, and don't come back!" The diminutive angel ordered, hitting the ground with his imaginary book.

"Cas, bubby," Charlie began, slightly concerned, "What are you doing?"

"I found a way to defeat the Vikings!" Cas declared proudly.

"How?" Magda asked.

"Hitting them on the head with a Bible." Cas explained.

Unable to help themselves, both young women burst out laughing. Calming down enough to speak, Charlie asked, "Hey guys, how do you feel about having a cusion?"