"Where is our Black Swan now?"
Snort.
"Ever since she got discovered." Another ballerina scoffs.
"Shhhh. Here she comes."
Irena smiles a tight smile at her fellow dancers. She knew why they gossiped about her. Hey she earned it.
"Sorry I missed practice." Irena was out of here. She was born and raised in Portland, Oregon but was ready to move on. Good thing her grandma taught her Russian. Vanganova was one of the top ballet academies in the entire world. She thanked her lucky shoes. Her grandma always told her once she finds the perfect pair of shoes, she'll be one with the shoes.
She waited till the other students left. She loved ballet, but always felt self conscious performing in front of others. Weirdly, not on stage. She smiled when she put on her shoes.
'You babies only cost me a few bucks, but you changed my life.' She thought. She loved these shoes. How they ended up in that antique store is a mystery. It was these shoes that got her discovered.
As she danced to Tchaikovsky's "Swan Lake," she fantasized about performing in the grand shows of Europe. She remembered meeting the owner of the academy. It was just a show at a high school gymnasium, but it caught the attention of the Head Master of the academy. A promised scholarship, with cheap travel expenses, Irena was on her way to be a Grande Dame of the world of ballet.
José hums to Tchaikovsky. He loved classical music, he worked as a janitor to pay for his daughter's tuition here. He picked up his mop and pretended the mop was his dance partner.
"My lady, shall we dance." He says to the mop in Spanish.
Irena couldn't scream.
'Help! Somebody help me!' She couldn't stop moving. These shoes, they had a mind of their own. 'Help!'
José was horrified when he saw the dead dancer on the floor. Her feet were blown off, her ballet shoes lying next to her without a trace of blood. José crosses his chest in a Holy Cross.
Castiel and Hannah were having breakfast silently in their kitchen table. With Jack missing, and Claire working in California, both former angels were living their lives quietly. Castiel lived as "Jimmy Novak" and Hannah lived as his wife. Castiel looked up when Hannah sighed.
"Hannah is there anything wrong?"
Hannah sighs and puts down her spoon, her Cheerios forgotten.
"What do you think Jack's doing now? Or Claire?" Their home was empty. They applied for foster children but were turned down by the agency. Apparently 'Caroline Johnson' was legally dead. Even with both claiming it was a bureaucratic mistake by Vital Statistics, the woman told them they weren't eligible till Caroline fixes her paperwork.
Castiel didn't say anything. Ever since he heard what was going on in Heaven, he was deeply worried about Jack. Michael and Lucifer were dead. Dean's hated enemy "Douchebag Mike" was in charge. He killed his counterpart and Lucifer. As for Gabriel and Raphael, it was rumored they were dead as well. He didn't know where Jack was. No one did. Castiel and Hannah were worried sick.
"I failed as a mother. I failed as an angel. I couldn't protect Jack." Hannah tears up. She loved Jack as her own. She admitted she wanted him dead in the beginning, she was afraid of the nephilim baby. But after getting to know him, and having him and Claire live with them, she considered them her children. "What do you think Claire's up to?" She cared deeply about Claire, even as a moody teen, she grew up to be a a mature young woman. She worked in Sacred Meadows as Head Security.
"If I know Claire she is bossing Sam and Dean around. With her friend Jo on her honeymoon, she is in charge of the facility. I bet she is arguing with Sam's wife about everything." Cas says in a dull voice. Normally he would be bragging about 'his' daughter, but he was too worried about Jack.
Their breakfast was interrupted by their house phone.
"I'll get it." Hannah needed a change. Her and Castiel did nothing but mope around.
"Novak Residence. Hmm? Yes he's right here. Honey? It's for you."
Castiel wondered if it was his boss calling him about his latest sales. Hey, he was trying. Selling insurance is not easy. Maybe it was the agency. He and Hannah had Claire's and Jack's former bedrooms ready for any fosters. From newborns to a teenager, both were ready to be loving parents again.
"Hello?" His eyebrows raised hearing who was on the other end.
Castiel kisses Hannah goodbye. He needed this. Besides, Hannah had her own case. Finding out why Anael never showed up.
It took Castiel a day to reach Oregon. He checked in a discount hotel, he preferred a chain hotel compared to Sam and Dean. He took his bag and started unpacking. Once he changed to his Fed suit, he doubled checked if he had everything.
"Suit. Check. Fake FBI badge. Check." Once he makes sure he has everything he walks out.
Ten minutes later, he waves back at the friendly hunter.
"Hello Jenna." He says in his gruff voice. Jenna shakes her head.
"Agent Brooks." She corrected. She kept her dark hair, whenever Jenna streams or uploads, she wore a blonde wig. Her hair was tied back in a professional twist, and she was wearing little makeup with glasses and coloured contacts.
"My apologies. Agent. I like your outfit. It looks great on you." Jenna looked pretty, Castiel could see why Dean loved her so much. She charmed everyone she met.
Jenna giggles and quickly stifles herself.
"Ahem. Agent...um what do I call you?" She had to stiffle her laughter seeing Cas' fake badge. "Okay Agent Chris Lauper." Dean wasn't kidding about Castiel using singer's names. However, unlike Sam, Dean and herself, he used female pop stars as his identity. Her favorite was Agent Beyonce. Dean never stopped ribbing Castiel about that.
"So Jen... I mean Agent Meri Brooks what are we solving?" Castiel was wondering why Sam and Dean weren't here. Especially Jenna. "Where's Dean?"
"A dancer died. Her feet blew up. As for Dean, he, Sam, and Piper are working overtime at the hospital. Dean's rarely home. Believe it or not. He sent me here to solve this case." Jenna drove to San Francisco to be with Dean. Ever since he returned to Alaska, he called Jenna and told her he was coming back with Sam. They wanted to make sure to keep an eye on Piper and Prue. Since Phoebe and Paige were still gone, they were worried about them being vulnerable. Both men hunted whenever both women were busy. The Underworld's demons were keeping them all busy. Luckily their potions still worked. Since Dean was usually busy, he told a disappointed Jenna he couldn't spend anytime with her. At least temporary. To Jenna's surprise he recommended she work a case. He told her to find a hunting partner since he didn't want her working alone. So she called his best friend.
"So this ballet dancer. How did she die?" When Jenna filled him in.
"She literally danced her feet off. No pun intended. I didn't want to work alone, so I called the only other hunter I trust."
Castiel was flattered. He had some knowledge as a hunter, but never hunted much. He lived a typical suburban life with his family. Especially now since he no longer had his wings. He nodded at Jenna.
"Anything at the academy?"
"No hex bags, no EMF, nothing. I thought magic was still gone. How is this happening?" Dean said magic was coming back, but so far nothing special happened.
"Maybe a curse? It sounds unusual, but curses thrive no matter what. Magic or not. Did you see the crime scene or dead body?"
"Already checked the morgue. Her feet were cleaned right off." Poor girl. "Get this, when the accident happened blood was spilled everywhere. Except her ballet shoes. Yeah I know." Seeing Cas' face. "Her ballet shoes were posed right beside her, perfectly dry and clean."
"Sounds like our kind of case. Lets go inside." Both walk in the police station.
They had to wait a few minutes till the desk clerk sent them to the evidence room. While they were waiting, the cop who was assigned to the evidence room was keeping an eye on his daughter who was quietly drawing in a colouring book. Bored the little girl looks over at the evidence bag her father put down. At first she didn't think much if it, not until she saw what's inside. She couldn't resist. The shoes called to her. She reached out to them, until her father scolds her.
"No. No. Those are evidence. Don't touch those." He tells Tracy. Too bad the academy was closed. Tracy was a student there. Tracy sighs and puts down her crayon.
"Daddy, I have to pee."
"You know where's the little girl's room is at."
Castiel and Jenna were looking at the crime scene pictures. Irena was laying dead in a pool of blood, her feet blown right off. Blood was everywhere, except her shoes. According to the report, she died instantly from shock and massive blood loss. What Jenna couldn't figure out how was the shoes not stained with blood? The janitor said he saw her silhouette dancing a few minutes before the accident. She looked at Castiel for answers. Castiel saw many things throughout his angelic lifetime, but this was new to him.
"Cas?" Jenna was puzzled.
"Cursed objects have a mind of their own." Jenna smiles at the confused police officer.
"He's very superstitious." She tells the cop.
Tracy puts on the shoes. Her eyes widened when she saw them magically fit on her feet.
The officer looked puzzled looking for the evidence bag. When he saw it he swore. The bag was empty. He looks apologetic at the two agents.
"My daughter. She loves ballet."
Jenna and Castiel excuse themselves. They rush out to save little Tracy before she dances herself to death.
Awhile later they walk out with the ballet shoes hidden in Castiel's coat. Tracy was lucky, the shoes were making her dance, way too advanced for someone her age. Tracy apologized for her kicks to Castiel's face, but thanked them for getting them off her. She was tempted to keep them, but listened to both when they told her cheating was wrong. They walk out of the police station and left a decoy pair of ballet shoes behind to throw off the officers.
"Out of the Old." Jenna reads the label. "Why is the price sticker inside the shoes? The dancer would have took the sticker off before she danced." She looked closer. "The sticker looks like it was just put inside. Weird." She puts the shoes inside her truck. She told Dean she was flying across the country, instead she drove here. She was hoping to run across Dean and Sam on the road, or even for some cases. Nothing. Until today. Good thing too, she didn't trust other hunters yet. Except Castiel.
Castiel had his truck, but he got lonely and rode with Jenna instead. He left it behind in a donut shop parking lot across the street from the police station.
"Your car is very nice." Personally he preferred the Impala, but Dean was driving it.
"Thanks. My dad helped me get it." As they talked, Jenna looked in the rearview mirror. What the.. "Didn't we lock those in the trunk?" The shoes were laying smack down in the middle. "And weren't they smaller?" The shoes grew. They were too big for Jenna, but were perfect for Castiel's feet. "They look like they were meant for you."
"Hannah took me to see Swan Lake and Black Swan. I enjoyed both." He looks longingly at the ballet slippers. "Would it hurt if I just try them on?"
Scott Freemon was moping up the store his mother owned. He couldn't wait to get rid of it. But he felt guilty. It was because of him his mom was dead. "Out With the Old" was Geraldine Freeman's whole life, not including him. She inherited this store from her parents. His father ran off before he was born and other than his parents and grandparents, it was just him and his mom.
Why did he make his mom sell? That question haunted him everyday. Geraldine made it clear she didn't want to sell. All Scott saw was dollar signs. The new realty place offered her double what the store was worth. Scott pleaded with his mother to sell. She was getting older and the store was losing a ton of money. Geraldine was hesitant but agreed to sell. Unfortunately she never had time to enjoy her money. She died when she drove her car directly in the river. Her dead body was found inside her car, weirdly enough her body was partially eaten. Coroner says it was most likely fish, but was mystified about the large bites.
Scott sighs. Once everything's gone, he was going south. Tijuana was a good place to begin, his buddies had a business down there. When he heard the door open he looked up to greet his customers. Hopefully they bought a lot. He was willing to give them a discount to get rid of everything.
"Everything's on sale, help yourself." He sold only three things so far.
"Hi. Did you sell these?" She pointed to the ballet slippers.
"Yeah. I did. So?"
"Where did you get these?" Jenna asked.
"They were my mom's." Neither noticed Cas picking up the slippers.
They're so soft. As Castiel held them, he imagined himself dancing. Father did he ever miss being an angel. Jenna turns around and slaps them out of his hands.
"No! Bad angel." She scolded. She felt bad for treating Castiel like a small child, but he was hypnotized by the shoes. She turns and looks at at the guy. "Where did she store these." These slippers were brand new looking.
"In there." He points to a safe. Three wooden boxes sit behind him, on top of the safe. She grabs the nearest one and looks inside. A silk cloth was inside with two imprints. She turned around and grabbed the ballet slippers from Castiel was again memorized by them.
"Sorry Cas." She throws them in the box and slams it shut.
"Excuse me. Who are you?" Scott asked. Both Jenna and Castiel take out their badges. Scott was confused. "FBI?"
"Agents Brooke, this is my partner, Agent Lauper. Now will you tell us where did your mother get these?" Dean told her about John and his uncle Daniel. Both were hunters. They specialized in the occult.
"My mom kept them in a safe. I don't know where she got them." Scott was really confused now.
"Where is your mother now?" If only he was an angel again. However, he'll have to report directly to 'Michael.' Ugh.
"She died last week." Scott looked down. Jenna immediately apologized.
"Sorry for your loss."
"My condolences." Castiel looked at the safe. Locks. Those were magic locks meant to neutralize cursed items. If Dean was here, he would have immediately taken charge and him and Sam would have been running around solving this case. Cas realized he missed his best friend. But being around Jenna, it was like being around him. Except she was more cheerful. He had to pay attention. He forced himself to listen.
"What exactly is going on?" Why did the FBI care?
Both Castiel and Jenna rush out after he explained he sold everything in his mother's safe. There were four wooden boxes, three boxes were empty. Then that means three more objects were out there. According to Scott he sold them to Susan Keeple, Brenda Gluck and a Peter Yankit. He gave them their addresses since they had a money back guarantee.
Halfway across town Susan Keeple was preparing dinner. Her grandchildren were coming to visit and she wanted to cook them a healthy meal. She knew her son missed his mother's cooking. Humming she chops her vegetables. She was boiling some water for her tea, she planned to enjoy a cup of tea before dinner. As her water was boiling she takes a look at her antique pot. Soon she couldn't stop staring at it.
Without a word, she pours the hot water down her throat.
Jenna had no choice but to break down the door. Dammit. Susan was laying there dead. She sees the dead woman on the floor and calls 911. She uses a cloth to take the kettle and walk out. Hopefully no one saw her leave with the kettle.
She drives across town to pick up Cas who was retrieving a vintage gentleman's magazine. When she drove up he had a unamused expression on his face.
"So, how was it?" Jenna asked. If Dean was here he would have teased Castiel mercifully. Castiel had this disgusted expression on his face.
"I don't want to talk about it." He was SO glad Dean wasn't here.
Timmy was playing on his game system. He was eleven. Why did his mom insist he needed a babysitter? Ashley was nice and all, but he was too old for a sitter. He didn't look up as she turned on her...whatever that thing was called. Ashley smiled as she turned on her gramophone.
"I'll be back. Your mom asked me to prepare you lunch."
"Uh uh." Timmy didn't look up.
Ashley turns on the music player and leaves the room.
The two real estate agents walk down main. So far every business was selling. All except one. Robert Marshall.
"Our offer is very generous. Mr Marshall, you can start over somewhere else. Why stay here when you can enjoy retirement somewhere else?" Joyce tells the shop owner. Mr Marshall glances at her papers. "I need some more time. Now leave, I have customers." He gestures Joyce and her assistant to leave.
Joyce was fuming. She had a unlimited bank account, her boss made sure she acquired this particular street. She had to persuade Mr Marshall to sell. He had one more chance.
"Ahem!" She tells her assistant. George, despite carrying both briefcases and his bosses' coat, hurries to open her car door. "Worthless. Good help is so hard to find."
George wanted to roll his eyes, but wasn't stupid to piss off his new boss. Instead he packs up everything in the backseat and drives back to their office.
Timmy was listening to the old school music. It was good, it sounded better than anything modern. He ws listening closely when he heard a voice.
Ashley was getting something out of the fridge, not realizing Timmy was holding a steak knife. She jumped when the door broke down.
"The hell?!" Two people run in. The woman yells at her friend to grab the gramophone, only than Ashley notices Timmy holding a knife. "Timmy?"
"I got it!" Castiel was holding on to a blanket.
"Hey, that's mine!" Timmy drops the knife.
Jenna apologizes to the woman who looked shaken.
"Sorry. That thing has been reported stolen. Have a nice day." Both of the agents run out.
Ashley looks at Timmy who looked lost.
"Your parents would love to hear about this."
Once all three items were put back in the three boxes, they drive back to the antique store. They needed to talk to Scott. These items. Where did they come from? And why are they cursed?
"Scott's family. Wonder if they were hunters?" Jenna seen Dean's Uncle Daniel's storage unit. There were boxes just like the ones in her trunk.
"They could also be witches." Castiel really doubted that. He was familiar with every natural born witch on Earth. Could be demons.
"If either is true, we need to make some calls. Cas, you call Dean, I'll call Piper."
Castiel was only to happy to call Dean. Maybe he should head to San Francisco to visit Dean before he goes home. He can help him find Jack.
Ten minutes later both hang up.
"What did my hubby say?" Piper told her hunters lived in the Portland area. As for the cursed objects, she said she'll look into it.
"Dean said just to keep our heads up." He hung up on Cas almost immediately. Castiel called Sam, Sam apologized for Dean's behavior, said he was busy cooking dinner for the patients and was overwhelmed with the extra work. Sacred Meadows needed help. He said to talk to the antique guy again. Cas was disappointed. He wanted to have a normal conversation with his friends. Balthazar wouldn't answer his phone, his answering machine said he was partying somewhere in Latin America, Claire couldn't talk, she was busy herself. Without Paige or Jo she was overwhelmed with work. Hannah told Cas she was trying to track down Anael. She was supposed to come on a bus to stay with them, but disappeared somewhere in Colorado. Both Hannah and Cas were worried. She was extremely depressed about her banishment. Hopefully she didn't try to hurt herself. Hannah told Cas to ask his friends to see if he could track her down.
A few minutes later were interviewing Scott.
"Like I told you, I don't know where my mom got that stuff. They were locked in her safe, I never bothered to open it. Not until the other day." Scott always wondered what was so special about those pieces of crap. "Look, she dabbled in the occult. But just collecting. She wasn't a witch or satanist." But he always wondered. She did go out of the way to see weird artifacts, she wouldn't sell anything she acquired, just traded. As for the four items, he wondered why they were locked up. Especially that magazine. What was so bad about old porn?
"Your mom died. How long ago?" Jenna asked.
"Last week. It was the day after she sold the store. She had plans. It was all my fault. I pushed her." Scott tears up. Castiel shakes his head.
"Guilt won't bring her back. Besides she is in a better place. Ow!" He looked at Jenna who stomped on his foot.
"Excuse him. He is still new. Scott I have to ask. Did your mother work here full time?"
Scott shook his head.
"I worked here part time, my mom, whenever she got a call, she left town immediately. She closed the store and just left. Why is the FBI so interested? Can't just be about those things in the safe."
Castiel hated lying. Might as well just say it.
"Scott, was your mother a hunter?"
Jenna closed her eyes. Smooth Cas.
"A hunter? No she was vegan. She loved animals."
"Not a game hunter. A hunter of monsters."
"What! Monsters?" Scott was staring at them hard now. "Does this have to do with that safe?"
"Yes." Both say.
George swallows when "Joyce" snaps his neck.
"Oh don't look at me like that! Honestly!" She signs the paper on Marshall's behalf. "Head office demands this space. We are on a deadline." She sighs in annoyance. "If you care about him so much, set his house in fire. We'll frame his son for insurance fraud. Now, I want a coffee. You know exactly how I like it. One pump no sugar, grande size, no fat, whipped white mocha, double espresso, at exactly 203° F from that stand on Main."
"That's on the other side of town. Your coffee will cool down by the time I get back." George says fearfully.
"Well, get going! Good workers are so hard to find. Honestly." George better not screw up, she already 'fired' four others.
Jenna was typing on her laptop. She spared no expense on it. Castiel was reading Geraldine's journal.
"My hunch was right. She was a hunter. However, she quit when she got pregnant with her son. Her lover, he was a hunter as well." Geraldine picked up hunting, kinda. She chased after rare artifacts and cursed objects. Anything cursed she had locked up. Like the shoes, kettle and magazine. How she acquired them, it wasn't written in the book.
"Interesting. Hmm. Those shoes. Cas, were they cursed by Heaven?" There was a fairy tale about them.
"It was centuries ago. You hunted a Trickster. Well, the shoes were a gift to his lover, the daughter of a baron. The angel, my comrade he cursed that town for blasphemy against God. The daughter, she was spoiled, instead of using her influence to set things right, she instead mocked those less fortunate than her. She was a celebrated ballerina."
"Was she a talented ballerina, or did the Pied Piper give her a shortcut?" Jenna loved listening to old stories, Castiel said many things in the Bible were omitted over the centuries or changed around.
"She had two left feet. Anyways, she got her gift, and she danced. She and her lover traveled all through Europe, she became a celebrated ballerina, however fame went to her head. She became spoiled and selfish. She could have used her fame and gifts to help the poor and weak, instead she laughed and spit on them. Especially the lepers."
"That's horrible." Things didn't change much, social media proved it. Just look at her fellow YouSharers.
"My brother was sent to punish the town, starting with the dancer. The Trickster sensed the angel coming and ran away. She was cursed to dance, till she died."
"Did she?" Jenna was intrigued now. The fairy tale said she cut off her feet.
"Yes. Except, she was given mercy. She was given another chance. She was reincarnated. Not all souls go to Heaven or Hell, many are sent back to learn lessons."
"Who was she?"
"Are you sure you want to know?"
"Yeah. Was it Phoebe?"
"Look in the mirror."
"WHAT!" Castiel immediately reassures her. Jenna looked stricken.
"That is what reincarnation is. To learn. Many good people were, well...But they learned their lessons over the years. Look at you. You are kind, brave, and cheerful. Isn't it a coincidence you were in France hunting that Trickster?"
Jenna was stunned. She heard that both Phoebe and Paige were evil in their past lives. Both women were her friends that saved the world. What about her? What was her role. She asked Castiel.
"Only Fate knows. Well, they did before my Father caused chaos. You are responsible for your own destiny now." He smiles at Jenna. Ever since becoming human, he understood humans better. He didn't care about the negative emotions, but positive emotions, he and Hannah never took things for granted. Like love. He loved the feelings of emotional love, parental love, friendship love, and even passionate love. He just wished God gave the angels those emotions. Heaven wouldn't be so clinical and cold.
Jenna looked down at her laptop.
"I can't dance."
"Your gifts are earned." He smiles at her, making her blush.
"Thanks Castiel. Ahem." The spell was lifted from the room. Both were in business mode again. "The kettle?"
"It was stolen from a witch who cursed it."
"The germaphone?"
"It was owned by a heiress. She was murdered by her son. He died shortly after, his spirit haunts her favorite object. He tempts others to kill on his behalf, preferably a caretaker, like that babysitter."
"I know I'll regret asking. The magazine?"
"Trust me, you don't want to know."
"Noted." Jenna looked down. Many news articles talked about entire streets being sold. Almost all in a matter of weeks. "I don't know much about real estate, but why is so many businesses closing up shop? Even parts of the historical district are being sold."
"Scoot over. May I?" He asks for her computer. Thanking Jenna for loaning it. "Bickerbee Realty? Let's see." Thanks to Jack and Claire, he knew a bit about computers. "This company is new. It just appeared a few months ago. I have to make a call."
"What did your friend say?" Jenna asks seeing Castiel's expression a few minutes later.
"I talked to Charlie Bradbury's mentor, Frank Devereaux. He said he'll get back to me, right after I wire him five thousand dollars."
"Here." She gives Cas her banking info.
"I'll pay you back." Two hours later, Frank emails Castiel back.
"GeoTrive Inc? Never heard of it."
"Frank says its a subsidy of another parent company, a company that has no name. He said he'll keep an eye on it. Come, let's get out of here. I'm sure Dean misses you."
After talking to Scott, they leave with the safe, Jenna and Castiel were gonna take the contents to be destroyed.
George wipes his lips. Cannibalism, so misunderstood. Burp. He polishes off "Joyce's" head.
"If only you appreciated the coffee I bought you." He had to disappear. Unlike his fellow "coworkers," he didn't like eating humans. He preferred animals, preferably cows. He was too full for a steak dinner, but he did have room for dessert. Good thing McDonald's was down the street. A few burgers, extra rare should satisfy his appetite.
The Hard World
It was a long trip. Reminded her when she traveled to Los Angeles. Oh well, she slept all night on the trip. It was after seven am, and she was starving. She wanted breakfast. Hopefully one of the hotels had complimentary breakfast.
Phoebe couldn't help but stare at the photograph on screen. Divinity, even with angels, her sister being a half whitelighter, Leo, none gave her that feeling like she had in that photograph. Phoebe could only imagine what the real thing was like in person. She had no idea what this town was like, but Violet lived here.
She emailed Misha. Just letting him know she was in town. She also called the hospital in Vancouver, wanting to know about Paige's condition. No change. She called her neighbour's granddaughter, just to let her know if there were any sudden changes. She said her grandma would let her know.
Since Phoebe was exhausted, she decided to take a little nap.
The hunger. She couldn't remember when the last time she ate. Whatever little food there was, it was given to the children. She knew that wasn't healthy, as a fighter she needed to keep up her strength. Especially now. She smiled at the baby in her arms. Poor baby. She was an orphan. Her parents were killed awhile back ago. She was glad formula was still around, she went to make a bottle.
She calmly cut the vampire's head off and went and changed the baby. A few days later passed the child to Krissy and her husband. She ran an orphanage, but her and her husband wanted to have a child of their own. As sad Phoebe was losing her "daughter," she knew she wasn't in any condition to raise a child. Picking up her gun, she jumped back in her jeep. Working with a demon. That how bad it got.
She had to find Prue. She knew it was too late for her. But her son. Phoebe refused to call him her nephew. He was nothing. She had to find him and kill him. Her visions were getting worse. She saw Nothing.
Phoebe woke up to her phone ringing. How much time has passed anyways?
"Hello?"
"Is this Chandra?" A woman's voice asked.
"May I ask who this is?" She needed coffee.
"We never met. My name's Roberta."
"How are you doing Roberta?" Who?
"Hello. I run a non profit organization about organ donation..."
"NO." Phoebe was immediately awake.
"My apologies. I heard about your sister."
"She's still alive." Who does she think she is?
"Listen. Please don't hang up."
"You have thirty seconds." Another plead, no way she was losing her sister.
"There is a sick twelve year old that needs a heart transplant. She's been waiting for a long time for a heart."
"Sorry to hear that." As horrible as it sounded, she'll take Paige any day.
The woman sighs.
"I have five people waiting for organs. If anything please consider the gift of life. God bless."
Phoebe hung up.
"Go to hell." She says to the phone. Luckily the woman didn't hear her. Maybe this world was hard, but her sister wasn't staying. Especially her organs. She went to have a much needed shower.
Once she got changed she went and emailed Violet. Looking at the time, she figured Violet was in school. Since Phoebe had a few hours to kill, she went out to explore the town.
Virgil was staying in another hotel in town. He had enough money for his expenses, he killed and robbed a couple at a rest stop. They carried a wallet full of cash. Humans. He lived among them long enough, they were asking to be robbed and murdered. Hoped they enjoyed eternal sleep. He figured Heaven didn't exist, he prayed hard and no one answered. Angel Radio was silent, nothing but static. He had to figure out where this girl was, he had to kill everyone that touched the Rock. But he had to wait. There was a Canada Wide Warrant for his arrest. Luckily he had a disguise. Once he got the Rock, figure out how to open the door. He had plans for Anna.
Phoebe was tired from shopping. This town was small but Phoebe found some hidden gems at the thrift stores in town. Like these gorgeous shirts, a "Charmed" novel, despite not wanting to watch the show, but willing to read the books, and two "Supernatural" Funko Pops. "Crowley" and "Castiel," both in their original packages.
She was here for only three days when shit hit the fan.
Phoebe was still hurt over Ty, so to make herself feel better, she went to a local bar and got hit on by a lot of guys. Some cute, some old, almost everyone calling her "Phoebe." Just her luck a "Charmed" marathon was on the night before. Oh well. At least she didn't have to lie. Once she went back to her hotel, she turned on the television before going to bed.
"On today's top story. Three more victims have been discovered. All believed to be murdered by wanted criminal, Vincent Heaven. Janet Rom, age 45, believed to have been traveling with Vincent was found dead in Portage la Prairie Manitoba. Her body was discovered in a dumpster by a homeless man. In a forest in the outskirts of Grand Rapids Manitoba, two burnt bodies of a retired couple were found today, they were believed to be targeted to be robbed by Vincent. They were traveling up North to visit their grandchildren, their names were not released. Vincent Heaven is believed to be traveling up North, sightings were seen on Highway 6. Police are remaining vigilant, there is talks about military to help with his capture. We will keep you updated."
Phoebe's blood went cold. Virgil. He was here. She knew that he knew what she was looking for; and would kill for it. Three Innocents were dead. Not by a demon, but an angel. Damn. If only she had her witchy powers. She could use her premonitions right about now. Good thing she had her laptop.
All over Twitter, the number one trending page in Canada was Vincent Heaven. Countless news stories were written about him, even in the United States, CNN and many news outlets were picking up the story. Well, serial killers always made good ratings. Especially cop killers. Already the FBI was helping the Canadian Government on tracking him down. Especially since he may be in town. The next news articles made Phoebe groan. The news talked about her and Paige. How "Vincent" was a wanted stalker. Paige was dying, Vince was wanted on attempted murder, same with Phoebe. Phoebe's arm was still in a sling, but was healing slowly.
The actors of Charmed and Supernatural were sending prayers and well wishes to Phoebe and Paige, especially Jensen, Jared, Alex, Misha, Holly, Shannon, Brian, Rose, and Alyssa were sending "Chandra" and "Lana" their best wishes. Even Eric Kripe to Phoebe's surprise. Paige told her about her night with Eric.
Paige sheepishly admitted she got wasted and stoned with him and maybe said some things she didn't want to remember. Like her true identity. Phoebe wanted to give her a lecture, but decided not to. No one will believe them anyways. Eric was more drunk than Paige.
Phoebe was checking her emails. Misha wrote back and asked if she had any luck. Phoebe said she was close, but her "quest" wasn't done yet. Misha wrote back that she needed to be careful, Vince was seen heading where Phoebe was at. Sure enough her phone pinged. It was the RCMP warning everyone to stay home, Vince was spotted in town. Misha begged Phoebe to stay indoors, he may want to finish the job. Phoebe thanked him and promised she would. She logged off when Violet wrote back.
Hi, school was let out early. My parents won't let me or my brother out. But I'm excited to be one of the finalists, I hope to talk to Misha, Jensen and Jared soon. Tell them I said hello. Violet signed off with a heart emoji. Phoebe didn't write back, she didn't want to. Especially since there was a mandatory lock down right now. Especially when the manager of a local hotel called the police. Vincent was a guest. Unfortunately he wasn't there when the police invaded. Phoebe felt scared. She was afraid Vince was here to finish the job.
She turned on the radio.
"RCMP has issued a warning. The wanted fugitive Vincent Heaven is believed to be in town. There is a MANDATORY curfew in effect. We will be bringing more news as they come in.".
Phoebe had chills. Even here she couldn't escape her destiny. So much for angels being good. She wanted to warn everyone, but she knew no one will be interested. She couldn't leave the hotel, but she was hungry.
"The restaurant is closed?"
"Yes. Take out only. It sucks though, I had plans tonight, things were starting to get back to normal. What can I get you?"
Virgil was staring at the body of the homeowner. Virgil had no choice, he touched the Object. He looked towards the frightened couple.
"Tell me, and I may spare you. Where is the Rock?"
Kay just shook her head. What was so special about It? Unlike her husband and daughter, she couldn't figure out what was so special about It. Of course she never seen It, as a atheist, they thought she wasn't worthy enough.
Her husband David always claimed to be a descendant of a Knight Templar. When they met, she humored him by asking about the Holy Grail. He said he guarded It. Of course she thought he was just kidding, but when their daughter was born, he said he was going to give her his family's treasure to guard It. Kay just thought It was a weird family tradition, until today. This guy, whoever he was, he killed a whole bunch of people to get It. Plus her father to her heartbreak. What was so special about a rock? She had jewelry, money in their wallets, plus a key to their bank vault. There was old stocks from Apple worth some money.
"We have jewelry. My mother's necklace, it's upstairs in a safe."
Virgil shook his head.
"I'm not interested in materialistic, human things. As a former Weapon Keeper of Heaven, all I care about is my duty. The Thing you incests call the Holy Grail. Where is It?"
What? Kay was frightened. Holy Grail?
"That's just a story." She whimpered when Virgil pointed his gun at her.
"Don't make me to be a fool. It exists. Two witches crossed over to find It. Now." He cocks his gun.
Violet was hiding in a closet with her little brother who was silently crying. This was her fault. Her father swore her to secrecy. He told her to never show the family's Treasure to anyone. She promised she wouldn't. Until last month. She just wanted to be a social media star. She posted the Rock on her Snapchat. She wasn't popular on it, not until she got a a few messages. It was displayed behind her on a shelf. She thought It was a pretty Rock. Scared her father would find out, she deleted the post, not even bothering to read any of her messages.
But when she saw Misha Collins' contest, she knew this was her once chance to meet the stars of "Supernatural." Her parents refused to spend money on unnecessary things, claiming that they only made enough to pay their bills. So going to a Con was out. Vancouver and Toronto were far anyways. But when Misha announced this new contest, Violet knew this was her one chance to meet the stars, at least virtually. A woman was on her way here to see if her treasure was eligible, Misha himself called her dad to confirm it with her parents permission.
That crazy guy broke in an hour ago and killed her grandfather, he said he was looking for that Rock. Luckily Violet was with her brother playing a videogame, she ran when she heard her mom's screams. She had to escape, luckily her house was a one story. A few minutes later, her and her brother were climbing out a window. They both ran to their neighbour's house.
"Help. My parents." Mrs Hanson was on the phone calling the police a minute later. Violet prayed to God for help.
School was let out because of him. Police were everywhere. She heard a gentle voice to go hide. Maybe it was an angel, but Violet listened. She took Harry and was hiding in a closet. As for the Rock, she hid It at school. She wanted to show It off for Show and Tell. She traded It to her best friend for her Nintendo Switch for the weekend. Her dad will be angry at her when he finds out. Hopefully he was okay, she'll take an angry dad over a dead one.
Virgil managed to track down this girl. Father it was so easy. She put her real name, her school, her house, her family. Humans. They never learn about strangers danger. It was simple. All he needed was his phone, some WiFi and a simple disguise. He knocks on her door and when someone answered, he shoved his way in. Good thing most of the neighbours weren't home, otherwise he would be sitting in jail. He wasn't worried about getting arrested, with that Rock he could have all his powers back. Maybe even fly. He killed the old man when he threatened to call the police. The child wasn't home, neither was the Rock. But she'll be home eventually. He would be merciful. A quick gunshot to the heads, none will feel a thing.
Phoebe was staring at Facebook Live. Police were called to a home somewhere in town. The person who was Livestreaming claimed that a wanted criminal was holding two people hostage, and had killed a man. Every surrounding home was evacuated, with police surrounding a house. Obviously the person recording didn't care about orders, whoever he was, he was recording things as they were happening.
Virgil swore when he saw all those cops. He made the husband search for that Rock, when he came back, he fearfully said he didn't have it. Virgil retaliated by shoving his gun in his wife's mouth.
"I killed thousands. Angels, demons, monsters, humans. You are nothing to me. Nothing to my Father. I killed before, I will kill again. Your wife, kids, they will die. Now where is that Rock?"
Luke was terrified. He knew at this moment this guy wasn't human. He studied human psychology, even the worst serial killers had some emotion. But this guy, he was robotic. He looked so familiar though. Where did he see him before? His question was soon answered.
"I have one purpose. To protect the Weapons of Heaven. That also includes your so called 'Holy Grail.' It belongs to us. Not to Humans. There are five others, but for now I will retrieve the Stone."
He watched this episode with his daughter a few days ago. She was depressed on the show ending, so to cheer Violet up he agreed to have a "Supernatural" marathon last week. It was Spring Break and he was laid off from his job, so he was able to watch television with her. Took them the entire week to see every season. Her favorite episode was the one where the two characters went to the real world playing "Jensen" and "Jared" playing "Sam" and "Dean." The villain in that episode was a angel named Virgil. He killed people to get a key. He looked exactly like this guy. He knew it wasn't that actor, the real actor got multiple death threats against him for shooting those two women. He had a iron clad alibi, he was in Los Angeles making a movie. He was confused, he said he had no idea that his lookalike worked for a company in Canada. He expressed his condolences, he and many of his family and friends said he would never harm a fly.
Luke was somewhat religious, his entire life he attended church, not because he was a religious zealot, but because it was tradition. He believed his family history, that his ancestor was a Knight Templar. He traced his family lineages all the way back to Europe, the earliest was sometime in the late 12th or 13th century. Growing up he never believed the legends, when that movie came out, he scoffed even more. But before his father died a few years ago, he gave him a book as well as a box. He told Luke the legends were true, and to guard the family treasure.
Luke was sad losing his dad, but agreed to "guard" the treasure. After he died, Luke was distracted by his father's funeral arrangements he forgot about the box. He basically shoved it in his closet and went on his life. Then after he got married and had his daughter he randomly found the box as well as the family Bible. Curious he read it. He was shocked at the contents.
This Treasure been our family for centuries. It was coveted and sought after since the Crusades. The contents of this box is meant to be guarded. At least till a worthy guardian is found. This Rock, It is not meant for Man. When the time comes, give It to the one seeking It.
When Luke opened the box, his stance on life changed. He quit drinking, he quit smoking, and even changed his diet. The contents in that box was something he scoffed at his entire life. He prayed for forgiveness and became a better person. He swore to protect his family's legacy. But now facing this madman, he was torn between his duty and his family. His father in law was murdered right in front of them, thankfully his kids escaped.
Luke knew this "man" wasn't a man. Keeper of Heaven's Weapons?
"What are you?"
"An angel of the Lord."
The livesteam was cut off. The police must have arrested that guy, he was arguing before being taken away, but not before the police turned off the camera. Viewership was close to four thousand people before the stream ended. Phoebe never saw Virgil, he closed the curtains. There were countless police officers around, including a few members of the Canadian Military. Damn. If they brought the military, then they truly believed this guy was dangerous.
He was willing to kill for the Grail. Phoebe had no idea if he had his angelic powers, if he did, that would explain how he escaped so easily and traveled across country without anyone knowing. The question was, where was the Grail?
"I don't know where It is. It may have been moved. My children, they play a lot with our stuff." Luke hated to mention his kids, but if he was an angel, than he knew God existed. He ignored his wife who was glaring at him. 'Sorry honey. I can't lie to Him.'
Violet was terrified. She was currently at her aunt's with her brother. She had a box with her, it was her friend's gaming system. She had no idea why she brought it, maybe because she was bored. When her aunt walked in she looked worried.
"Honey? There's a police officer here. She says she needs to talk to you."
Violet nodded. She needed to see if her parents were okay. Before she left the room, she stopped in her tracks.
Violet nodded. She used her aunt's house phone to make a call.
Phoebe was watching television. She knew everyone was glued to their screens or television watching the live news coverage. CBC, Global, CTV they were the big three of Canada who's reporters flew in to cover the newsworthy event. She bet her borrowed savings that Misha and his friends were watching live form the States. Nothing changed, the reporters were not allowed to come to close where the police were standing.
"All this for a stupid Rock? Go to the Empty Michael." She wondered if The Empty existed. Remembering her dream, she shuddered. She got startled when her phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Chandra? This is Mabel." Phoebe's old lady neighbour's name.
"Hi Mrs Swans."
"I hate to bring up some more bad news but your sister is getting worse. Doctors are telling me to be prepared."
Phoebe's blood went cold.
"What are the doctors saying?" Oh god.
Mabel sighed.
"Doctors are saying she is dying. Her brain, it doesn't hardly have any activity anymore. They told me she may die anytime. They are asking about her body. I said no of course. I refused for them to turn off the machines."
Phoebe almost dropped her phone. Paige.
"Mabel. My sister is still alive. Please don't let them do anything. Not until I get there." Phoebe wanted to cry.
"I promise. The Good Lord will make sure she is alive."
Phoebe was tempted to tell her about God being nothing but a Writer, but bit her tongue. Instead thanked her and hung up. Curfew or not, she had to get that Grail. She was about to dial when her phone rang. Phoebe didn't bother to check the number, she answered instead.
"Hello?"
Violet was mystified on why she called this number. This was her mom's cell, Violet and Cole sometimes borrowed it to play games on it. The voice told her to call this number, a number her mom got for the contest. As much as she was looking forward to winning, she was more worried about her parents. The voice sounded soothing though, and told Violet to trust it. She dialed the redial number.
Phoebe was praying hard, hard to anyone that was out there to help Paige. When the phone rang she answered it fearfully, afraid that it was too late. God she hoped not.
"Hello?''
Violet immediately gets shy. She was usually the extroverted one, but today she wasn't sure what to say. Why was she calling this woman? She never spoke to her. Just her parents.
"Hi, my name is Violet. I entered the contest a few weeks ago and you called my mom."
Phoebe immediately sat up. Putting her TV on mute, she started asking questions.
"Violet? Are you alright?"
Violet immediately starts crying.
"No. My mom. My dad. Grandpa. They're in danger. And it's all my fault."
Phoebe listened with worry. So many innocents. An angel committing murder, she shook her head. All they cared was their mission, humans are lower than dirt to them. She talked to Violet and made a deal. Phoebe felt awful for this. She told Violet she'll save her parents, but only if she gives her the family's Treasure. Violet agreed. Once she hung up, Phoebe started planning.
After getting dressed, she went out.
Virgil was getting impatient. He broke Luke's wrist by hitting him with his gun. Kay was silent, she didn't want her husband hurt again. An angel? She was glad she was atheist. She watched Supernatural herself. God sat around and did nothing. Whoever this guy was, she knew there was no reasoning with him. He ignored every phone call there was, and refused to turn on the lights. Help was outside and they could do nothing. How long has it been? She didn't know anymore. Luke needed a doctor, his wrist was broken. Kay hated to say it, they needed his income. He was laid off, but had a job interview for seasonal work. It was very hands on work. If his wrist was broken, bye bye to the job. The house phone again. She wanted to answer it, but Virgil, the name he gave them refused to let them answer it. He said the police won't help them. When Kay heard a bullhorn, she was surprised to hear what was being negotiated.
Phoebe managed to track down Violet's friend. She lived close by to the school, she had to sneak there, police were everywhere, and she didn't want to get arrested for breaking curfew. Good thing Violet gave her friend a heads up, she was waiting with the box. Phoebe had her game system, she was going to trade it for the Grail.
When she got there, Violet's friend was already waiting, she wasn't alone her mom was with her. When Phoebe walked up both looked surprised. Phoebe just waved.
"Hi. I'm here for..." She didn't finish. Jane, Violet's school friend silently handed it to her. Phoebe hands her back her Switch.
"Thank you." She smiles at Jane's mom. "I made a promise to Violet." Ms Dane flushed. She swore that was Alyssa Milano in front of her. "Thank you. Especially you Jane. Violet says hi."
Both wave goodbye as Phoebe walks away. Jane immediately starts gushing to her mom.
"Mom! That's her! Violet says she is going to talk to those guys from Supernatural! She is one of the judges!" Jane was too shy to ask for a autograph, she was a huge fan of 'Who's the Boss.'
Rhoda felt faint. She met Alyssa Milano. She couldn't wait to brag on Facebook and TikTok.
Phoebe felt confident when she walked to the location where Virgil was, but when she got there, she immediately lost her nerve. There was police and members of the Canadian Military everywhere. She had the Rock, but she knew she didn't want to give it away. She could use it for Paige, but not at the expense of innocents. Swallowing her fear she moves forward.
She was immediately stopped by a police officer.
"Stop! Don't move any closer." He looks at Phoebe. "Hey are you..."
"Yep. The woman that was shot in Vancouver, same with my sister. Where is your captain?"
Kay was praying hard. She was desperate. She saw how impatient he was getting, and knew her and her husband's time was running out. This guy, he had a itchy trigger finger. She knew if that stupid Rock isn't found soon, both were dead. When she heard the bullhorn, she looked up. Their kidnapper was staring at the direction of the noise.
"Hey! We have your Treasure! The witch here, she said she is willing to make two trades. Herself, as well as The Holy Grail. All she wants is the people inside!"
Virgil gestures to Kay.
"Call them." He ordered. Luke couldn't call, Virgil broke his other wrist.
Kay shakily calls the operator.
Phoebe was terrified. There was a good chance she will be killed as soon as she handed the Rock over. But she had a feeling. Holding this bag, she felt the Power radiating from inside. The box was closed when it was handed over to her; It must have opened in her bag. She knew what she was holding was real. In fact, her arm was feeling better. She had a plan, hopefully it fooled Virgil.
"Hold your fire!" The captain ordered. The door to that house was opening. He looked at Phoebe. "This isn't the movies. I have every right to detain you."
Phoebe shook her head.
"I made a promise to a little girl to keep her parents safe. Please. You can save me after. Don't make me break her heart."
The guy was shaking his head. He's been in the RCMP Tactical Unit for twenty five years. Cases like this was rare. He read the story about what happened in Vancouver. That same guy who shot her was here. That guy Vincent managed to have a advantage over every cop and military personnel here. How he managed to avoid every sniper here was a mystery. They had special weapons to see inside. Why he was so obsessed with this "Holy Grail?" He killed five police officers, and two civilians. Plus shooting this woman beside him. If she survives, he had a ton of questions. He knew it against protocol, but he allowed this Chandra woman to go inside. She was already searched, she had a rock in her purse. When asked, all she said it was a family heirloom. He ordered his officers to hold fire. He watches as a woman walk out with her hands up.
"Put your hands behind your head. Cross your fingers, turn around and walk backwards!" He barked. He looked towards Phoebe. "Just be careful." He didn't know why, he just had this feeling. He watched as the woman was getting handcuffed. He knew she was innocent, but it was standard protocol. She is getting transferred to the nearby hospital. He ordered his men to be vigilant. A civilian was going inside.
Virgil he let Kay go, only because his target was outside. He had his gun out, holding Luke in front as a shield. He was an angel, but wasn't sure he was immortal. Here he got hungry, tired, sick, depressed, and many other unpleasant side effects. He knew if he got shot, it will hurt. He waited with baited breath.
Phoebe fought every scary thing there was. But nothing scared her like right now. Well except for losing Paige. She was determined to bring Paige and herself home, with her Grail. She knocks on the door, trying to ignore the guns on her back.
"Virgil? Vince? It's Phoebe Halliwell. May I come in?" She waited till she heard a grunt.
The captain watched as a broken looking man walked out.
"My arms are broken! But I'll stick my arms up! Don't shoot!" Luke was thankful his wife and children were safe, but the woman. He prayed she was safe before he was taken away.
Phoebe watched as Luke walked out. Phoebe opened the door for him since his wrists were broken. He mouthed 'thank you.' Phoebe wished him luck. Then she closed it. She heard the shouts of Luke and the police outside. She slowly turned around. Virgil was holding the Rock.
"The Lost Piece. Do you have any idea how valuable This is? The archangels. They have NO idea what this Thing is worth." Phoebe saw his true form right there. He was beautiful. Too bad he was a psycho. Just her luck she had no angel blade. She had a plan, but wasn't sure if it work. While he was gushing over that Rock, she was cutting her hand. Thank god she watched Supernatural. She made a pattern on the floor.
"Hey!"
"What!" Virgil didn't care anymore. He was going home.
"You suck as a Guardian!" She slams her hand on the floor.
The police were startled when all all the windows of the house blew out. A bomb?
"ALERT THE BOMB SQUAD!" He shouted over the walkie talkie.
Two hours later, both Phoebe and Virgil were handcuffed onto stretchers and taken away in ambulances. The captain was wondering what happened. He knew he had to make a statement, but what was he gonna say? He already had a headache about the endless questions.
Mabel and her granddaughter were watching live. Mabel was crossing her chest that Chandra was alive.
Misha and Vicky were glued to CBC's livestream. Same with Jared, Genevieve, Jensen, Danneel, Eric, Holly, Shannon, Rose, Alyssa and Brian. Almost everyone in North America were glued to their devices watching. Nobody knew why they were so interested, but this was nothing they ever seen before.
"I swear this is like watching a episode of Supernatural." Vicky remarked.
Misha had to agree. The bright light, the exploding windows. He swore he seen angel wings in that white explosion.
"It's funny how our new friends look exactly like Phoebe and Paige of Charmed. I swear I seen Danneel in Europe with Jensen a few months ago. They were dressed like their characters." He, Vicky and their two kids were visiting relatives in Belgium. Both Jensen and Danneel said they never left the States. When Misha thought he saw them, he called to them. They both quickly walked away and disappeared in a alley somewhere. Misha figured they were on a romantic trip and wanted to be left alone. As for Chandra and Lana, not to mention Vince, who were they? He knew Carlos Sanz on a casual basis, he played his murderer on the 'French Mistake.' That Vince guy, he was his twin. They looked exactly alike.
Phoebe had a massive migraine when she returned to her hotel. She was released after a few hours. Then was escorted to the police station were she was questioned for another few hours. She denied having a bomb, all she said that she was helping a little girl. When they asked about the "Holy Grail," she said it was just a rock. They police let her go. But warned her not to leave town. Phoebe promised. Besides that damn Rock was still in town.
A few days later, the police and fire marshal finished their investigation. It was believed to be a gas leak. Both Vince and Chandra were in the living room when the explosion happened and were both knocked unconscious. Once the bomb squad gave the all clear, the police moved in and arrested both. Neither one wasn't too hurt, that Chandra woman had a broken arm, but it was from a previous injury. As for Vince, he had burns on his back, almost like wings. He was given the all clear, he was immediately arrested and held on multiple charges, including the murders of two cops, three prison guards, including a accomplice that helped him escape, a couple, and the homeowner. Plus kidnapping, and the attempted murder of those two women in Vancouver. That guy will never be eligible for parole.
Phoebe was glad it was over. She waiting for her flight to Vancouver. She was sitting in the Winnipeg Airport reading and watching the news about the events these last few days. She was famous. Which is why she was wearing a disguise. Baggy clothes, a cheap wig with 80s square glasses, and no one gave her a second look. Both hands were free and was scrolling through her phone. Already CBC wanted to make a documentary about her and Paige. The thing with "Vince" was trending worldwide these last few days. He was number one for a week. Social media was buzzing about him. Once her flight was called, she got up, lifting one arm to carry her bag, another carrying her phone. Her cast was gone, it came off a few days ago, completely healed.
She was staring at her sister. Paige was deathly still. Doctors gave her a few hours, they told Phoebe she was never waking up. Phoebe was hoping this would work. She was holding a Rock. Now she knew why this was called the "Holy Grail." She stared at the Rock. It was rounded in a odd shape, but had a dent in a middle, like a bowl. She seen Indiana Jones, he dipped the Grail in holy water. She hoped her bottled water worked, she went to the hospital chapel and had it blessed by a priest. She prayed that this was a true miracle.
"Paige, honey, drink." She dipped the water to her lips. To be extra sure she poured some water on Paige's head and her heart.
Phoebe was crying an hour later when it didn't work. Her sobs were interrupted when she heard Paige's groans. She immediately goes to Paige's side.
"Paige?"
Paige's eyes were blurry. Where was she?
"Phoebe? What happened?" Phoebe was holding on to her baby sister crying her eyes out.
The doctors were completely baffled. She was clinically brained dead. They were about to turn off the machines, with or without the patient's sister's permission. They had to get a court order. Lana was now sitting up eating lunch and laughing a few days later. The ICU nurses called it a miracle.
"I missed so much. I don't remember anything. The last thing I remembered was you flirting with Ty Olsson."
Phoebe shuddered.
"He's history. I'm never seeing him ever again. I'm sticking to guys back home, at least I can tell if they are lying." She couldn't wait to go home. She was taking a break from dating, she decided to focus on school instead. She watched a episode of 'Lucifer' with Paige in her hospital room. She wanted to be like Linda Martin. A respected therapist. Dr Phoebe Halliwell. She liked the sound of that.
"Do you know how we're getting home?" Paige asked. "I'm getting discharged tomorrow."
"I have no idea. Guess we have to wait. We can go back to the convention center where the con was held at. Until then we have a apartment." Their conversation was interrupted by Phoebe's phone. "Huh. Oh shit! I forgot about Misha! I promised to let him know what happened here. Plus send him a pic of the Holy Grail." Her and Paige, they used the Rock to heal those five people that needed new organs. Plus the entire children's ward and neonatal ward, and the hospice rooms. They both did it it in secret, they didn't want any more exposure. Already this hospital was known as a miracle zone, Internet blogs were writing about this place. Misha wrote back with "WOW!" He and Vicky were blown away by the picture. "No wonder the Crusades existed. Take good care of that!" He told both he, Jensen, and Jared were honouring the contest. He announced that a winner been chosen. Violet and her friend were going to talk to the three actors, along with signed merch from everyone from Supernatural.
"So Phoebe. How did you fool Virgil?" Paige was very curious. She read the news, and watched the blogs, but was very curious how the windows blew out. No burn marks were ever found in the house.
"Wasn't easy."
Phoebe thought about the events a few days ago. After she cut her hand, she slammed it on the floor. Magic didn't exist in this world. However, when she touched the Grail, she felt Divinity. Magic did exist. But only in the Grail's presence. When Virgil was holding the Rock, he showed off his true form, his wings blinding Phoebe. Luckily the Rock prevented her eyes being burnt out. While Virgil was showing off, she used the anti angel sigil to send Virgil away. She didn't expect his true form to explode. Once Virgil was human again, she grabbed the Rock and hid it inside a loose floor wall molding. It was the only way to protect the Rock. She didn't want It collecting dust in a police station somewhere. She then pushed the wood trim back and pretended to pass out. The bomb squad entered a few minutes later. Thank goodness Virgil was out cold. Once she was taken away, she prayed no one found it.
It took her four days to enter the house. She took a cab to a gas station nearby and walked to the house at three am. It was extremely dangerous in that neighbourhood, but Phoebe had no choice. She broke in and retrieved It from Its hiding place. Once she had It, she knew she'll be okay. She walked back to the gas station and took a cab back to the hotel.
She explained everything to Violet and her parents a few days later, leaving some parts out, like her true identity. She said she was sent here to give it to the next Guardian. Both Violet and Luke didn't protest, they seen the footage from someone's cellphone. Kay was in disbelief, but she understood why Luke hid It from the world. Seeing It, she crossed her heart. Magic did exist. Her father would have proud, he was a true Christian. He died instantly, but always said he believed in miracles. He told his daughter he was looking forward to seeing Kay's mother again.
As for Violet, she screamed when Misha Facetimed her telling her she was the winner. He confirmed Jensen and Jared will be joining them and she was allowed to have her family and friends to join in. She picked Jane and her parents. She thanked Chandra for saving her parents lives. She told Phoebe that her sister will wake up soon. Phoebe teared up and thanked Violet with a hug.
"What a story." Paige was in awe. So many things she missed. Oh well. She texted Eric letting him know she was okay. Eric wrote back thanking God or Whomever was out there. He told Paige, he was keeping her secret. He admitted he barely remembered much about their drinking party, but said he wondered about Paige's "mission." Paige just said she was too stoned to remember. Both wrote back LOLs. "Chandra."
"Call me Pheebs." She didn't want to hide anymore.
"Phoebe. What now?"
"We wait."
Virgil was sitting in jail. His trail was coming up. He knew he was no longer an angel, whatever that witch did, she shattered his wings and extinguished his grace. He was thinking of killing himself when a man walked up to his cell.
A ticket scalper from Vancouver was posing as Vince Heaven's public defender. No one questioned it, he simply walked in, no questions asked. Virgil was staring at the wall when his cell opened.
"Who are you?" He demanded.
"Your savior."
Virgil looked up at the blonde man.
"I'm pleading guilty. Don't bother. What?!" The blonde man kept staring at him.
"Here. Put these on." He hands Virgil a pair of dark sunglasses. Virgil scoffed but he put them on anyways.
When the blonde man clicked his fingers, Virgil was in shock. He immediately goes on his knees and crosses his chest in a holy symbol. He heard a choir singing Hallelujah in his head.
"Father? God. Forgive me. I have sinned." He heard the stories, but meeting God Himself? Virgil didn't care about anything anymore. God was alive.
When the guard came by to do his rounds, he saw the dead body of Vincent Heaven on the floor. He called for a ambulance.
A few weeks later the world wide pandemic that was believed to be over was back. Vincent Heaven was dead. The autopsy found the virus in his lungs, everyone in that cell block was sick or dying from that virus, including the guards. He was known as Patient Zero Two. Both Phoebe and Paige were self isolating since the entire province and country was under a code red.
Amara could only watch. Pestilence was having the time of his life. He was just following orders. Same with War, Strife and Death. As for Famine, he was getting ready to ride. He was already starting his rounds. The virus made it easy for them. As for Her Brother, He was back to writing.
Magic World
Dean was watching his brother and wife laughing while they worked. Dean saw how hard Sam tried to get the grass, plants and trees to grow again, most the plant life in Sacred Meadows was dead or dying. Dean knew without a doubt Sam will be back to dying once magic returned. The Trails, they were magical in nature.
He also knew the Sisters will mostly be evil again. He saw the Charmed Sisters in the Dark Universe. They were exactly like them a few weeks ago. As much as he wanted things back to normal, he knew there was a price to pay. He just hoped things didn't revert back.
His melancholy thoughts were interrupted by Jenna. She was successful with her hunt. Castiel helped her solve it. Dean was relieved, he was worried, he sent her to that hunt because it wasn't a difficult case. Both were bringing a safe of cursed objects. Piper and Prue said they have potions to destroy them.
Michael was staring at Gabriel. He had his lips sewn shut, Michael was sick of his pleading. As for Raphael, he was sitting in a wheelchair in a drooling mess. He did a number on him in Naomi's chair. Naomi herself couldn't watch, she was sickened by the sight. Michaal stared coldly at Gabriel.
"Keep up that whining, you will end up exactly like your counterpart, but worse. Be grateful I showed mercy on you both." He flew away.
Gabriel had to cry. His lips were sewn shut, but his mind still worked. He didn't care about himself, he just hoped Michael didn't hurt Jack.