Anna just watches as her angelic siblings were given their "treatment." What was happening to them, she didn't like it. Naomi was smiling, whatever happened to the fallen whitelighters was all of Michael's plans. Those innocent souls, they didn't deserve any of it.
Michael's face was blank as he finished. He nods as Barachiel groans in pain.
"You'll be okay." He looks around, "Who's next?"
Anna sneaks away. This was wrong, all of it was wrong. She knew if she left Heaven, she would never be allowed Home. She wanted to say goodbye to her human parents, but couldn't. She prayed Michael left them alone. She heard about his bomb. She had to tell Castiel and Hannah what was going on. Even as fallen angels, they deserved to know what was going on here.
Uriel watches as Anna left. Foolish girl. She blew it. When he heard his name getting called, he eagerly went to get his treatment. New Michael, he was no fool. He missed Lucifer, but his new brother was vastly superior.
Michael smiles as he cuts his vessel's wrist. His army was getting strong, but at the moment couldn't care less about them. He saw the hungry eyes, the lust, the thirst. He holds out his wrist.
He coldly smiles as his grace was getting drank, no human alive could ever resist it. He looked at his wife who was getting jealous. "Don't you worry, wear that nightgown I left for you. I'll be there in a few minutes." Val walked to her bedroom. Once he got his fill, Michael closes his wrist. "Go. The Misses and I need spend time alone." Once he left, Michael takes off his clothing, Anna wasn't the only one to enjoy earthly delights. He missed his wife, good thing her double existed on this world. He just swapped their souls. "Hope you are thirsty, I saved the best for last!"
Castiel yawned as he filled in the numbers. He had boring jobs in Heaven, but this was worse. He hated accounting. Hannah smiled as she knocked.
"Coffee time."
"Thank Father." It was only mid morning, and it felt like eternity. "Not here. I want to go outside."
Castiel and Hannah were sipping their cups. The coffee here was terrible, but it was a hospital.
"Do you wonder if the coffee retains its shape?" Hannah joked. The coffee was strong.
"For what this place costs, you would think the coffee would be better."
"You ordered it."
"Only because Paige ordered budget cuts." Sacred Meadows was expensive, it was a private rehab place after all. However, Paige wanted to make it accessible for poorer patients. Many of the surrounding buildings were getting boarded up, she said they were no longer necessary.
"Remember when this place was getting built?" Hannah remembered it. She was one of the construction workers back in the day. "Nothing but trees. Took us three years to finish."
"Yes, I was there. I held up the ribbon." Castiel was using a female vessel, named Pauline. She was hired as a nurse when Pilar Baxton and her cousin, Prudencia Bowen opened up Sacred Forrest in 1930. Pilar was pregnant with her first and only child, but she never let her pregnancy stop her from opening up her dream.
She wanted to open up a speakeasy bar and grill, but Prohibition was still in effect. Her and her cousin were forced to shut down their illegal bar at the manor, they were afraid to get arrested. Already they were under suspicion for the disappearance of their other cousin, the actress Pearl Russell a few years ago. What ever they did to her body, not even Castiel knew.
After what they saw what happened to Pearl, they didn't want anyone to suffer like they did. Despite what happened to their cousin, they needed to provide a safe place for people to heal their bodies and souls so they wouldn't have to endure loss like they did. They worked together with the Elders, whitelighters, hunters, and good witches to open this place. Back then, no one believed in angels, the angels that were around, worked in secret to provide them with what they needed. Special heavenly materials, the same ones that created Magic School, Knox, and Forrest Hills were used to create the doorways to connect all four. Too bad the magic used to open the doors was drained years ago. WW2 was a ugly time.
The two cousins ran this place till the end of the 50s. Both cousins sold it to the whitelighter Natalie. She was supposed to be the whitelighter to Penelope "Penny" Halliwell's daughter, Patricia Halliwell, instead the Elders assigned her here, till her death a few years ago. Her successor Charlene "Charlie" Bradbury then took over.
Charlie only ran this place for a short time, however she was proving to be a capable leader and manager. But when she died, this once bustling place was starting to fall apart. Joanna Harvelle and Claire Novak took over management duties for a while, but without proper training, both were lost and stressed out. Paige Matthews offered to help, and she was immediately hired. She was doing a decent job, this place was running well now. New patients were coming in everyday, the demons out there were getting more bold in their attacks.
That is one of the reasons Castiel and Hannah were here, to help out. They wondered if Piper and Prue knew their great grandmother and great aunt were the ones that opened this place. Plus Phoebe by proxy; if it wasn't for Pearl, this place wouldn't exist.
"Yeah, I remember Walter Winchester flirting with you." Hannah teased.
"He was attracted to my vessel, not me." Pauline and William dated for a short time, however he was dumped when Pauline and him broke up. Castiel and Hannah were long gone by then, William and Pauline stayed friends.
"No human remembers their former lives. Unless they dig deep. Good thing Walter didn't stick around, he met his wife when Pauline quit." It took Castiel awhile to realize he liked Dean in that special way, he liked the attention. But only because their vessels were friends with another. Even back then, Dean was a good person.
"What about Sam? He was best friends with Walter." Stephen was not a hunter, just a librarian, but both were close as brothers. Walter despite a Men of Letters member, hated being a member, hated sitting around, and hated looking down at people. So he hunted in secret part time, with Stephen helping him with research. They stayed best friends till Stephen's murder by a demon sometime in the 1920s. Devastated by his death, Walter hung up his weapons. He vowed to see Stephen again, he swore he'll do better to protect him in the future. Which would explain why Dean was so overprotective of Sam in the present.
They looked at the clock. It was time to get back to work.
"Ready to head back?" Castiel wasn't looking forward to work, but a job's a job.
Phoebe was writing her essay for college. She decided to to attend Stanford University. She called Sam long distance, luckily England had WiFi. She asked him for tips for a good essay. He simply told her to write what she knows. However if she wants to write something she's passionate about, she has to make her essay stand out from everyone else.
Phoebe was surrounded by rolled up balls of papers. Nothing satisfied her. Everything she tried to write, she crossed out. She wanted to apply for early admission for their medical school program, she sent all her transcripts months ago.
"Being the youngest sister taught me this...Argh!" Phoebe rolled her paper in a ball. "Nope. Not anymore." She was the youngest, but Paige took over that spot. She started to write something else, but she kept getting distracted by the music downstairs.
Prue was laughing and joking around with some old friends. Both Piper and Paige were away, so Prue was having a small party with her old friends from 415. She even invited some of her coworkers from the gym she was working at.
"Prue, don't you miss us at the 'zine?" Gil tells her as he was holding his beer. He offered Prue back her job, but Prue declined. She missed photography, but she wanted to do something else.
"Always. But things here are going crazy. Family things." Prue was technically unemployed, but she purposely stayed a freelancer, she needed to be there for her sisters.
They were interrupted by Phoebe.
"Ah. Hi." Phoebe waved from the top of the staircase.
Prue smiles up her sister.
"Come down! Take a break!" She gestures for Phoebe to join them.
"I can't. I have to write this essay. It's after midnight, and I need to concentrate. Would you mind wrapping things up?" Phoebe begged. Usually she wouldn't care less, but since she had that crazy adventure in that world, she wanted to take life more seriously.
"Your essay isn't due for a few weeks." Prue once again gestures for her to come downstairs. "You been writing that essay for days. Come down and relax!"
"Can't." The old Phoebe would have happily partied. But now, she couldn't or wouldn't shirk her duties anymore.
"Okay. I understand." It was getting late anyways. Prue told everybody she had to work tomorrow. Paige called and asked Prue to help her with the paperwork for new supplies. Castiel kept ordering the wrong coffee.
"Finally." Phoebe picks up her pencil. "Where was I?" She was about to write another note, when she heard music. "That's it." She didn't care if she was going to embarrass Prue. She was going to shut off that stereo and throw it on the lawn. "What did I tell y..." Huh? The place was empty. Phoebe heard music and laughter. "What?" She walks towards the middle of the living room when she felt hands on her neck. She panics as she is pressed against the wall. She felt her robe opening, and felt her nightgown strap being pushed down. But when she felt ghostly hands, she passed out.
Prue was waving goodbye to her friends when she heard a crash. Fearing Phoebe was in trouble she rushes inside.
"Phoebe!" Phoebe was unconscious on the floor, a broken lamp beside her. "Phoebe! Wake up!" Prue shook her.
Phoebe woke up with a loud gasp.
"Phoebe? Are you alright?" Prue was looking at her with a worried expression.
"I don't know." Phoebe was looking around. "I sure would like to find..." Huh? She looked around.
"What?" Prue was looking at Phoebe with confusion.
"Nothing." Phoebe had a serious case of Deja Vu.
"Piper! I'm fine! No don't come home! This whole essay thing is making me stressed! You go to that wedding! That's our brother in law. Yes. Look. If I need anything, Paige is a warp away. Tell Dean and Jenna I said hi. Tell Adam and Bela to go and have a long and happy marriage. I love you too. Have fun! Send me pictures." Phoebe hung up.
"You sure you don't need Piper? She can be here in a split second."
"No more ruined weddings. I don't want Bela to hate us." Phoebe didn't trust her, but she was Adam's bride. "I'll wait till after the wedding." Piper was minutes away from being a bridesmaid. Adam's wedding was starting.
"Okay. Phoebe. Tell me what happened."
"Honestly? I can't really describe it." Phoebe fought ghosts before, but this wasn't a ghost. "It was like a...daydream." She felt lips, those hands. That touch.
"A daydream?" Prue was confused.
"I can't really describe it. It was like I was getting seduced." Phoebe hated to admit, it felt amazing. No man ever made Phoebe feel physically good like that. She closed her eyes at the memory.
"A seductive daydream that attacks you." Prue was confused. "Huh? Phoebe? Does this sound familiar?"
"You too? I can't remember."
Both just stood there. Trying to rack their brains.
"I never heard of a daydream that attacks people." Prue says absentmindedly.
"Me neither. This Stanford thing is making me feel illusions now." Phoebe was glad her sisters were away. This was super embarrassing. "Must be a happy couple nearby." She and Prue both felt empathy at some point.
"Let's hope that's all."
"Yeah. I'm going to bed." Phoebe was determined to get some sleep. Before she fell asleep, she fantasized about graduating college. She couldn't wait for med school.
Phoebe dreamt about a party. Everyone was laughing and having a good time. She looked in the mirror and saw herself. Man. Those clothes were so old fashioned. But beautiful. God she looked great. She smiled at her refection. She frowned when she saw her cousin Pilar glaring at her. Phoebe just stared blankly back. What does she know.
When she walked away, she saw that guy Walter Winchester walking in. What a keen looking man. Too bad he only had eyes for that nurse. She saw Pilar walking away. Too bad she didn't see William's friend checking her out. He was just as good looking as her suitors. She turned around and winked. The tall looking librarian blushed. She always thought glasses on a man was sexy.
It was almost time to do her summoning spell. She didn't care what her cousins thought, she was a powerful witch. A demon she can control. She sashayed away.
There was some people here that Phoebe had plans for. Like that horrible man from the bank. That hex she put on him will teach him. This house belonged to the family. She silently activated the spell to make Sarah ugly. She won't see it looking in the mirror, however the world will, with the exception of her cousins. That teach her to be too saintly. That goody two shoes act didn't fool her.
What about Rowena? She saw her look away. She gave the cousins a false name, but she wasn't stupid. She silently warned her to stay away. She had to hide her smile when she looked down. Good. Phoebe knew her dark secret. She saw a good looking bloke smoking a cigarette. Maybe she should ask for a light. Summoning a spell to give her a cigarette, she approached the good looking man.
"Hi. Have a light?"
A man was standing outside watching the manor. His love was inside. He waited over a century to see her again. He was holding her necklace, the last present he gave her before her murder. One good thing about reincarnation, the soul is exactly the same. He walked away. Now wasn't the time.
"I don't need a sitter." Prue insisted on escorting her to the neighbourhood library.
"Until I know for sure you'll be alright, you're stuck with me." Prue insisted.
"I thought you were helping Paige."
"I am. That's why laptops exist." Since Prue couldn't make it to work, she emailed for a copy of the excel sheet from Sacred Meadows. "I'm keeping my promise. Besides, my first job requested that I do their inventory." The gym Prue worked as a freelancer wanted her to come in. Prue said she couldn't, she was was busy with family matters. As a compromise she agreed to do the inventory from home.
"Okay. But I need to work alone. I'll be working at the south end." Phoebe was determined to finish her essay.
"Okay. I'll be close by. I booked a private room. If you need me, text. I'll be there for awhile."
Once Phoebe sat down, she started writing. She picked up her pencil, she decided to write about the Roaring 20s. That dream she had, it was "the bees knees." Especially that hot guy. She was happily writing, minding her own business when she felt like she was getting strangled.
"Œuhhhhghh!" Phoebe grabs her throat. She felt something choking her. That wasn't the only thing. She felt fire in her organs. She was getting cooked alive.
The other patrons working or was reading quietly looked up from the noise. When Phoebe flew three feet backwards out of her chair landing violently, one of the witnesses screamed. Everyone else surrounded Phoebe in confusion.
Prue was typing when she heard a scream.
"Phoebe." Prue quickly rushes out, forgetting her laptop.
Phoebe couldn't breathe. She felt her throat closing. Once her vision started going black, she felt Prue grabbing her arm. Phoebe sat up with a gasp.
"Uhhahhh!' She was breathing hard. Phoebe felt like she was going to die. When Prue saw Phoebe spitting up ashes, she knew her sister was in great danger.
"Let's get you outta here." Prue declined help for Phoebe when someone offered to call for an ambulance. Once she saw Phoebe would be okay, she grabbed her laptop. Both knew something was wrong.
Phoebe slammed the Book of Shadows on the coffee table. What happened to her. It wasn't normal.
"Sure you don't want me to call Piper or Paige?" Phoebe was flipping through the Book.
"Not yet. Let's see. Potions, spells, incantations. Ah hah! Past lives." Phoebe points to a page. After she skimmed it, she asked Prue to call Paige and Piper.
Soon everyone was there, even Sam, Dean and Jenna. Paige was looking at the Book over Phoebe's shoulder.
"Didn't you go over this a few years ago?" Paige heard about Pearl Russell. She died when her cousins were forced to kill her.
"Yes." Phoebe remembered that day. "Talk about Deja Vu." Phoebe was forced to go back in her soul's memories. Her past self was a evil witch. In a act of desperation, she forced her present self and past self to switch places. A decision that nearly killed her.
"Then why? This isn't the anniversary of your death." Piper was there. It was Leo that helped Phoebe get that necklace. But also vanquishing Anton, Pearl's warlock lover.
"I don't know." It was more than choking. Phoebe felt like her chest was on fire. "I felt like I was getting cursed. Or punished." Phoebe closed her eyes. She felt like she was getting her punishment.
"I'll look into the lore." Sam offered.
"Jenna and I will look for any hex bags." Dean offered.
'I'm going to see Castiel and Hannah. They are former angels. Maybe they know what that is." Paige sparkles away.
Piper wanted to scream. The hell?
"Okay. I'm going to look outside. See if anyone put a cursed object somewhere in the yard.''
"I'm going to make some calls." Prue started dialing. She called Olivia in New York. She worked side by side with some powerful witches.
Phoebe went upstairs to put on her special necklace. She was tempted to use the Holy Grail to protect her, but didn't want to chance spooking the person that jinxed her. She went back downstairs to look in the Book for something she missed.
Sam hung up the phone. He looked online, but couldn't find anything. So he called Bobby.
Piper was looking through the Book. She saw the time travel spell, the same spell that Phoebe used. She also looked at the spell to vanquish Anton. She flipped through more pages for anything she could use.
An hour later, Piper spots it. Just as soon as Paige warps in; and as soon as Prue and Sam hang up.
"Got it!"
"Me too!"
"Cas told me.."
"Okay. What is going on?" Phoebe was really confused. "Am I going to die...again?"
"You did." Sam told Piper what happens to Phoebe's past life.
"Yeah. And it was you two that did it." Phoebe knew it wasn't their faults, it was Piper and Prue's past life selves that killed her. She was still miffed about that.
"Yeah. Sorry. But that wasn't your first death." Prue got news from Olivia.
"Can someone tell me what's going on?" Phoebe was really confused.
"Same here." Dean was scratching his head.
"What did Castiel say?" Jenna was curious.
"I'll go first. Phoebe. Good news is, your safe." Paige was in awe hearing Castiel's story.
"That's great!" Phoebe breathed a sigh of relief. "So I'm okay?"
"Not exactly. I called Bobby. You sure you want to hear this?" Sam asked.
"Tell us Sam." Dean demanded. He hated when Sam dragged out things.
"Physically, your fine."
"And?"
"Time echoes. I asked Olivia. She knows a few witches. You are reliving your first death." Prue never heard anything like this.
"What?" Jenna was really confused.
"Long story short? Phoebe, you made a deal." Sam said grimly.
"WHAT!" Everyone says.
"I would never..." Phoebe was shaking her head.
Everyone else was talking. Paige had to put two whistles in her mouth.
"Tweet!" Everyone shuts up. "Would you shut up! Phoebe. You are fine. For now."
The truth dawns on Phoebe.
"I wasn't the one to make the deal. It was Great Aunt Pearl." Phoebe still remembers her evil attitude.
"You didn't. But your soul is still marked." Sam saw Phoebe's mouth drop.
"Its been over a century. No way. The demons responsible for all the old contracts are dead or expelled." Astoroth, Lilith. Demons still deal, but the contracts from way back then are expired now.
"How is that possible?" Piper was confused.
"Someone is messing with time." Paige told everyone the story she heard.
"Okay. We all had past lives." Jenna remembered seeing Bessie, when her former lover possessed her. Her guilt, her desperation. She wondered for years if that was her. Castiel's story about her being that self centered dancer that danced herself to death. Hopefully she got things right this time.
"How do we save Phoebe? I'm not killing anyone in this life." Prue refused to kill Phoebe again. She still remembered accidentally helping vanquishing her when that sorceress entered her body. It took Phoebe weeks to forgive them.
"We could use the return to the past spell." Phoebe suggested.
"Won't be that easy. That demon is dead." Sam knew it. Hell gossips. Crowley celebrated by buying everyone shots at a bar. He was so happy, he bragged to Sam he didn't bother making Deals that week.
"Then what? Phoebe is NOT going to the Pit." Piper refused to lose her sister. "Whatever Pearl did it's not Phoebe's fault."
"But it is. Oh god." Phoebe felt her. The black presence. The woman she was possessing was shaking her hand. "That was a different demon. I died the first time, when I, I mean Pearl summoned it. She wanted more power." Phoebe closed her eyes trying to remember her dream. She walked in a saw the party goers. This was one year before Pearl's permanent death. "I have to go back."
"Not alone you're not. I'm coming with." Dean volunteered.
"Only problem with that Dean, you are not a witch. Someone else. Preferably blood." Sam knew his lore. Dean just gave him a look.
"Couldn't you be less of a nerd? Even as a witch." Sam never got tired of showing off.
"I'll go. You two need to stay behind." Paige was always fascinated about hearing about the 1920s.
"I don't know Paige. You don't know if your past life existed in that time period or knew us back then." Prue tells her.
"Well, you two are the only ones that know about time travel. If something goes wrong, all of you need to combine your powers. Not to mention Dean and Sam being here if that demon shows up."
"What about me then?" Jenna hated to admit, she was scared of demons. But she couldn't help but feel slighted.
"I'll take you to Sacred Meadows. Sorry Jen. This is way above your pay grade." Paige warps her away.
Dean sighs in relief. Jenna claimed she fought demons before with Piper, but no way was she ready.
"So what? I make that Deal? Then after I bite it, I head downstairs?" Phoebe wanted to piss her pants.
"I can make you a potion. It will protect your present self from your past self. Whatever Pearl ever does, it won't affect you." Piper was already making it in her head.
"Okay. But I want full control."
"Then you risk changing the past." Sam shakes his head.
"Then what? I just watch?" Phoebe wasn't looking forward to being Pearl again. Her darkness inside was seductive. "Fine."
When Paige came back, she agreed to come along with Phoebe. Piper and Prue couldn't risk changing the past, their wills were too strong.
"Okay." Paige and Phoebe drink Piper's potion. "So I just watch?" Paige was looking forward to the Roaring 20s.
"If you existed back then. If you weren't born yet, you'll just dream. Ready?" Phoebe chants the Past Life Spell.
"Return the Chains of Time and Space
And Make My Spirit Soar.
Let Those Mortals Arms Embrace
The Life That Haunts Before."
Paige repeats the same spell, but she changed certain parts.
"I Ride the Chains of Time and Space
And Make My Body Soar
Let Those Mortals Arms See
The Life I Had Before."
Sam and Dean get their weapons ready. They weren't exactly sure what was gonna happen, but they had their holy water and salt rounds.
Piper and Prue were holding potions. They even had Phoebe's spell just in case.
Anna was standing outside the Manor. The Holy Grail. It was in there. She sensed It a few days ago. However, she couldn't see or get in. She saw the anti angel warding.
"Smart." She didn't blame them, Michael was ruthless. She had to see It. Unfortunately she couldn't go near the Manor. Anna had no choice but to see Castiel. Warn him about what's going on in Heaven.
Pearl was having a coffee at the newly opened Harvey's Drugs. She didn't like staying at Pilar's Speakeasy, not that she wasn't interested in illegal liquor or a good time, it was because of her goody two shoes cousins. If either found out about her spell, they will immediately bind her powers, or worse, kill her.
She smiled at the incantation. She was no fool, she practiced with dark magic. This demon, it was meant to grant great desires. She did her research, this was one of the oldest demons in Hell.
She wrote down her spell, she had a date with that gentleman, Anton.
Pauline was finishing up her nursing school. She was set to graduate in a few weeks. She giggled at her classmates who were gossiping about the handsome man who was here to talk to the Headmaster of the college.
"What is all the gossip?" Pauline says walking in. Everyone was giggling and talking. Since the school year was almost finished, everyone was more relaxed.
"That man, Walter Winchester. He is apparently some kind of big shot." Rachel tells Pauline.
"He's a swell looking fella that's for sure." Another student says.
Pauline looks over at the man.
"Gee whilikers. He is handsome enough, however so is many of the men that come around here." Pauline tells everyone. She said her goodbyes and walked away. She was about to go to her shared dorm when she heard a voice.
"Say yes." Huh?
"Hello?" She turned around. There was no one there. "Hmph." She was tired, she was hearing voices. She turns around and bumps immediately to a man. "Oof! Pardon me. I wasn't looking." When she looked up, her heart fluttered. It was that same young man from downstairs. He was smiling down at the student.
"It wasn't you. Forgive me." Walter smiled at the young woman's blush. She was truly beautiful. Short dark hair with soft pale skin. Walter immediately tips his bowler hat at her. "My lady. May I ask. Where is the library?"
Pauline blushes. She looks away, her bow lipstick giving her a demure look.
"It is downstairs, right pass the mess hall." Pauline wanted nothing more than to escort him there, but it was improper for someone of his stature to be seen with a young unmarried woman without a proper escort.
"Thank you." Walter tips his hat at her and walks away.
Once he disappears down the stairs, Pauline was smiling. She turned and goes in her shared dorm room when she heard that voice again.
"There is danger coming."
Piper was watching Phoebe and Paige sleeping.
"What do you think? Do you think Paige knew us?"
"I don't know." Prue was wondering if Paige was good back then. Her old self was a evil sorceress.
"So this spell can conjure a demon. Why should I summon one? It can't be any worse than a crossroads." Pearl was having second thoughts. Her new friend, the warlock Anton was telling her about how certain demons can grant you your desires. But unlike crossroads, they won't bind you to a contract. "I studied demonology. There is always a price." Pearl was staring at her spell.
"But you are different. Not many witches have your talents." He kisses her hand. "Besides I gave you that charm."
"That nasty bag? What's in it?" Pearl looked inside, it had some rare ingredients, including a seed from a extinct flower.
"I don't know. It was given to me by a witch. It's a reincarnation spell. No matter your death, you are guaranteed to come back. However, it is only one bag. Don't be foolish." Anton warned.
Pearl smiled. Even if her spell went wrong, she could come back. She opened her paper with her spell written inside.
*Aeterna damnatione adhibeo
ad ligandum eos pariter eos corum me*
(*I summon the Eternal Damned
to likewise bind them before me*)
They were interrupted by Prudencia.
"Pearl! Pilar and I need you inside. We have more customers!" Pearl glared at her bossiness.
"A please would have suffice." She rolled her eyes. Prudencia walked off with a huff.
"Is this the life you want?" Anton tells Pearl.
Pearl snorted.
"My cousins may be bossy, but they are still family. Besides, I'll think about it." Pearl looked at her spell. Sounds easy enough.
"So, danger is afoot? Oh. I see." Paulina was looking up. "Okay. Then. Yes. My answer is yes." That was the last thing she remembered.
Paige woke up to see everyone looking at her.
"What?" She looked over at Phoebe. "She's still asleep?"
"What did you see?" Piper asked.
Paige looks around. Seeing Dean, she points to him.
"Me?" Dean was surprised. He didn't expect that. "What was I like?"
"Very old school. Dean. You were a Men of Letters member."
"Really." Dean wasn't surprised. "Was I an asshole?" He remembered Phoebe and Paige's stories. He was relieved when Paige shook her head. "Well, that's good I guess. Who was I?"
"Your great grandfather. Probably. Your name was Walter Winchester."
Dean smiled. He was his own grandpa? Okay. Kinda weird, but he wasn't complaining.
"What about me?" Sam asked. He was curious about his own past life.
"I don't know. Sorry Sam. I only saw Walter once. I think I said yes to an angel."
"An angel? Paige does this have something to do with Phoebe?" Prue asked.
"I don't know. I never met you." Paige was shaking her head. "If I said yes, I doubt I can go back. It's all up to Phoebe now." They all looked at Phoebe who was sleeping soundly.
Walter nods to his partner, it was time.
Pearl was shaking when she summoned the spell. When she looked up, her new friend Anton wasn't Anton anymore. His eyes were black, his soul dark and evil. Pearl swallowed. She bowed to the demon.
"My Lord."
Stephan gives Walter the holy water, but not before giving their friend the drawing for the Devil's Trap.
"Will this work?" Eliot asked. He never trapped a demon before.
"It will. It's been in my family for generations." Walter was training for this since he started crawling. As much as he appreciated his privileged upbringing, he secretly resented his family for forcing him into the life. At least his two best friends, Eliot and Stephen made his own choices. Both were hunters.
Stephen was Walter's life long best friend. They met while their parents were working together on a case. They were only toddlers, but already formed this close bond. Stephen's father was an employee of the Men of Letters. He wasn't a member, he refused an invitation. He wanted the freedom to travel, especially since he was a hunter. As for his young son, he didn't want him in the life, instead Stephen grew up with knowledge. He became a librarian, assisting the MoL and various hunters on different cases. He and Walter were incredibly close, their good friend Eliot teased them about being long lost brothers.
"Be careful. This isn't a ordinary demon. Astoroth is more deadly and ruthless than any demon in Hell. She goes by many names, Astarte, being one of them." Stephen warned.
"Astarte? Wasn't she an Egyptian Deity?" Eliot heard many stories about her.
"Back then she was a crossroads whore. She must have granted many wishes back then." Walter's schooling was strict back then. "That amount of Contracts she collected over the centuries gave her unlimited power. Don't underestimate her. Sending her back to Hell won't be easy." Walter hated demons. He still had nightmares about that demon in that warehouse back in his hometown in Normal, Illinois. Why would they want to interrogate a demon was a mystery. Since the demon couldn't be killed, it was contained. It's whereabouts were unknown, not even Walter knew where.
Stephen looked up.
"We better hurry. I sense it. It has been summoned."
"Foolish girl. Why should I grant you power. You are less than the lowest bug." Astarte, as it introduced itself says looking at Pearl with contempt.
Pearl was giving the demon a cool look, even though she was shaking inside. This was a huge mistake. But she needed power.
"There is danger coming. I need to be strong." Pearl's visions. She saw Nothing. But that wasn't her fear, it was what It was hiding underneath. A great Danger was coming. Probably not in her lifetime, but in the future. Heaven, Hell, Life. Everything was on a ticking clock.
Astarte smirked.
"Something that scares you more than Hell? You realize what I am." Anton's black eyes turned red. It smiled at Pearl's discomfort. "Let me see." He puts Anton's hands on Pearl's head.
Pearl saw the demon's face. It looked terrified. The demon steps backwards shaking its head.
"No. No. No. No. It can't be." It shakes Anton's head. "Very well. I will grant you power, but in ten years, I'll come to collect." Before they kissed, they were interrupted by her cousins.
"Regna, terrae, cantate Deo, psallite Domino..." Pilar was cut off by the demon using its power to throw her across the yard.
"Per caelum..." Prudencia was cut off when they heard shouts.
Astarte smokes out just as the three hunters run in from inside the house.
"Goddammit!" Walter swore. "We're too late."
Stephen was shaking his head. He looked at Pearl who looked shaken.
"You alright Madam?"
"Walter! Stephen! We have two unconscious women! Hurry! Take them inside!" Eliot was checking on Prudencia who was unconscious.
Stephen was the closest to Pilar and carried her in the house, while Walter was checking around for anymore demons.
Pearl was shaking. She didn't make a deal, but she felt her powers getting stronger. She was about to check in in her cousins, till she heard Anton's moans.
"Anton!" They just met, but Pearl was already enamored. Once Anton woke up, she kisses him in gratitude.
Walter was staring at Pearl.
"You foolish woman. You are already marked. We can't save you."
Phoebe woke up with a loud gasp. All three of her sisters were looking at her with concern.
"Pheebs?" Paige saw her sweating.
"My Deal is the least of my problems." What her and the demon saw.
"What did you see Phoebe?" Piper asked.
"Insanity."
Later that night Sam went out with Dean to hunt. They needed to clear their heads. Phoebe, Piper and Prue were doing research. Paige went back to work, Castiel, Claire and Hannah needed her assistance. Phoebe refused to say what she saw. Phoebe just said she couldn't remember. Which was true. But what she felt. It was like everything was bleeding together. That feeling was worse than Hell.
She knew there was nothing in the Book. No words existed to describe that feeling. Insanity was barely a word. Phoebe knew she had to go back. Her own soul was damned, but she was determined to fix things. She chanted the spell.
Walter was watching Stephen with amusement. He was enamored with the speakeasy owner. What was her name? Oh yeah. Pilar. Right now, she kept giving him free drinks.
Pilar had no idea why she kept talking to Stephen. He was nice enough, goodness. She was engaged! But her fiance was the last person on her mind. Her heart was telling her, Mr Right was right in front of her.
"Your speakeasy. It is nice." Stephen was nervous as heck. The beautiful owner kept talking to him. Him, a lousy librarian. He never believed in love at first sight. Not until he looked in her eyes. She was the one. Stephen knew it. Too bad she was engaged. He knew he should walk away, but he knew he'll regret it if he did. He wanted nothing more than spend all his time with her.
Pilar's heart fluttered when she saw the way he was looking at her. She knew he was her one and only soulmate. Pilar was so busy talking to Stephen, she didn't bother looking up when her former lover, Luke came walking in, nor her fiance, Gordon Johnson looking for her.
Prudenica was watching her younger cousin. She expected Pearl to be the flirt. Not her straitlaced cousin. Obviously she had a crush. Prudencia didn't blame her one bit. That guy, what was his name? Stephen? He was handsome and had only eyes for Pilar. She jumped when she felt arms around her.
"You been avoiding me." Eliot wraps her arms around her.
"You know hunters and witches cannot date." It was heavily frowned upon. Witches were meant to be hunted. Hunters were meant to be jinxed. Prudenica takes Eliot to the closet. "What are you doing? We know we can't be seen together!" She whispered. However, she knew why he brought that MoL agent and his friend. It was just an excuse to see her. Prudenica and Eliot were college sweethearts back in Chicago. She knew Eliot wasn't just a hunter, he was also attending a police academy.
Prudencia moved to San Francisco after Pilar's parents died. She knew about Pilar's plans to open a speakeasy, she didn't have a choice. Her own parents were murdered by demons. She had no money, and her mortgage needed to be paid. Pearl was sent here to help, but she was proven to be useless. Instead, she lived in Los Angeles hoping to work in Hollywood. Why she kept coming up here was a mystery. Both cousins concluded she was broke and was forced to move back up here for money.
As for Prudenica, she was saddened to leave Eliot behind. He knew what Prudencia was, but didn't care. Prudencia knew he was a hunter, but didn't care either. Their attraction was too strong. However, she found it funny that he was more bothered by Pilar's speakeasy, than them being witches.
"You know I don't care. You are the one." He and Prudenica kiss. They were interrupted by Pilar's bartender.
"Oh! Pardon me!" He shuts the door in embarrassment. Both Prudencia and Eliot let out small giggles.
"Did you see his face?" Prudencia was giggling.
"He acts like he never seen two people kissing before." He and Prudencia share one last kiss. "Are you sure you want to stay? Your cousin has things under control." He knew Prohibition was in affect, but he promised his girlfriend to keep this place as secret. This wasn't just a speakeasy, it was also a hunter's bar. Many needed a place to drink and relax. Half the guests knew what Pilar was. They simply looked the other way. Same with the Men of Letters. They helped buy the alcohol.
As tempting as it was, Prudencia shook her head. Eliot gave her a ring. But she knew she couldn't. The witches, the hunters. They needed her. Plus she had to protect her cousin from Pearl. Speaking of, where was Pearl?
Pearl was staring at her cousin with contempt. Whore. Pilar always judged her for her love life. Look at her now. Flirting with another man. Like Luke and Gordon wasn't enough. But watching Pilar and that tall man talking, Pearl knew he was Pilar's one true love. As much as she disliked her cousin, they knew they won't be together in this life. Not for a long time anyways. She watched them for awhile.
"Ahem!" Pearl rolled her eyes. When she turned around she saw that witch.
"Rowena."
"It's Diane." Rowena lied.
"Like a give a shit. What do you want? You know I am only hiding you from, well everyone."
Rowena just gives her a blank stare. As much as she hated Pearl, she knew not to cross her. She was much younger, but a more powerful witch. Rowena had no choice but to listen to everything she says.
"I have that spell you wanted." Rowena knew this was a mistake. This spell will kill the castor. But it wasn't her problem. She had a boat waiting for her. Perhaps Alaska. She detested the cold air and endless nights, but it was far away from everyone.
"Fine. Now go." Pearl opens the spell. Summoning a Deava. She knew little about them, but knew when summoned, it will obey its master. The spell didn't look that hard, she felt her new magic coursing through her body. That Thing she saw, It won't attack Pearl with her new bodyguards.
Pilar looked up and saw Prudencia sneaking out of the closet with Eliot. She wished Prudencia accepted his marriage proposal. Eliot was a good man. However, she knew why she said no. It was because of her father.
Gregory was a good husband and father, however he was strict with his children. Growing up, Prudencia obeyed her father without question. Before he died, he made Prudencia promise to keep an eye on the Nexus. It was important that it needed to be protected. Both Prudencia and Pilar agreed. As for Pearl, she had no clue of Its existence. Both cousins vowed to keep Pearl from finding out Its Power.
Pearl was in the basement creating her altar. She used her blood to create the Zoroastrian symbol. She knew it was dangerous, but her visions. They scared the hell out of Pearl. She just prayed that her spell worked. She started chanting. She stopped when she felt a gun on her head.
"Step away, witch."
"Winchester." She put up her hands.
"Up."
"Too late. I already called."
"Son of a bitch." Walter swore. He saw the shadows.
Pilar was laughing at Stephen's jokes. He was so sweet and funny. He even charmed her fiance and ex boyfriend.
"And then Walter popped up naked, covered in grape jelly!" Stephen said laughing. "Our fraternity brothers were brutal back then. He was lucky. The pigs were full from the other pledges."
Prudencia was laughing hard. She knew Walter on a casual basis, half her sorority had a fancy for him. She did too, but when he introduced her to Eliot, she knew Eliot was the one. She remembered hearing that story. Her own initiation wasn't fun either. She was interrupted by a tap.
"Walter! What's wrong?" Pruedencia asks. When he whispered in her ear, she gestures to Pilar what was happening. Pilar nodded.
"Sorry! Our cousin is ill! We are shutting down for the night!" Pilar heard everyone groaning. "Our apologies. We will be open bright and early tomorrow at eleven! Have a good night!" Once everyone was gone, including her fiance and ex, she ordered Walter, Stephan and Eliot to put salt around the every doorway and windows. "Don't forget the fireplace!" She ordered. She walked up to Prudencia. "Is the demon contained?"
"I don't know." Damn Pearl! She didn't just make a deal, she also summoned the Daeva. Unpredictable creatures that are more deadly than Hellhounds. "How do we stop them?" Thinking about the Daeva.
"Those demons cannot be killed. The only thing we can do is trap them." Pilar knew where. She saw her cousin's expression. "Yes. I know about the Nexus. But we have no choice. Walter! Grab me our potions! We have a spell to write!"
Pearl just watches as the shadows move around the wall. She didn't care about her cousins or herself. That Thing, It was sealed away from God Himself. His Sister was corrupted, which is why He had no choice to deal Her away as well. Even as a mortal, she knew the Walls won't last forever. She needed power. Lots of power. She looked down at her necklace with a "Z" symbol. She was willing to kill everyone to get her power. It was for the greater good.
"You finished?" Pilar was holding on to her potions.
"Yes. I written it. It will vanquish the demon inside Pearl, but her body, I don't know if she'll survive." As much as they loved their cousin, she needed to be stopped. They look over at the three men. "Whatever happens, don't come downstairs. I know you three are hunters, but you don't have the skills to fight this particular demon. Stay up here! Shoot rock salt if necessary!" Prudencia saw their expressions, especially Eliot. "I'll be okay. Love you." She blew him a kiss. Eliot smiles a sad smile.
"Careful." He knew it was dangerous, but her and her cousin were powerful witches. They can handle themselves. He saw Walter's expression. "They'll be fine! I know them, they can kick any demon's ass."
Walter wanted to say something sarcastic, till he saw Stephen's face.
"You alright?" He knew about Stephen's infatuation.
"What? Oh. I'm fine." Stephen. He swore to protect Pilar. No matter what.
Pearl was watching the shadows. They were waiting for their orders. Her eyes went black.
"Bowen! Baxter! It's a pleasure!" Astarte/Pearl says.
"The Daeva. Even you can't control them." The Warren Family fought them for centuries.
"You think I'm the enemy! You wish Hell was your only problem." Astarte tells them.
"I'm in a hurry. Now!" Pilar throws the potion down at the demon's feet.
Pruedencia started chanting.
"Earth, Fire, Water, Air
See Astarte Standing There
Draw Our Power To Do Your Work
Vanquish Her Forever From This Earth."
When it didn't work, Astarte laughed.
"You need the Power of Three. You alone won't stop me." She throws both women across the basement. "Kill them." She orders the shadows.
The three men were standing around when they heard screams. When Stephen hears Pilar screaming for mercy, he grabs his gun and runs downstairs.
"NO!" Fearing for his best friend, Walter runs after him. Eliot follows along, he swore to protect his charges, especially Prudencia.
Stephen sees Pilar screaming. He shoots the demon with rock salt.
When Pilar looked up, she knew Stephen made a fatal mistake. Sure enough he gets grabbed and was immediately torn apart.
"Arghhhhhh!" He screams. "Ahhhhhhhh!" As his chest was being torn open.
"NOOOOOO!" Walter tears up seeing Stephen being killed. Before he can shoot, Prudencia uses her cyrokinesis power to freeze his gun.
"Don't! You'll kill us all!"
Pilar tears up when she saw Stephen being ripped apart. But she knew it wasn't the time to mourn. She had to stop Pearl. She uses her power of Molecular Deceleration to slow down time. Once time slowed down, she grabs her cousin and Pearl's hand. She tells all three to chant. She knew Pearl was deep inside, she begged Pearl to wake up and take control.
"Say the spell. The real spell. Pearl, you know you have to as well."
"Earth, Water, Fire, Air,
See Astarte Standing Here.
Heed Our Will, and Not Our Words,
Her Name Ignored, Her Essence Heard.
Draw Our power To Do Your Work,
Vanquish Her Forever From This Earth."
Pearl screams as Astarte is vanquished. She was breathing hard. She looked at her cousins.
"We have to seal away the Daeva." They chanted the Safety Spell.
"When In The Circle That Is Home,
Safety's Gone In Evil's Roam,
Rid All Beings From These Walls,
Save Us Cousins Three.
Now Heed Our Call."
They saw the shadows being pressed together.
"We have to seal them underground." They knew no weapon or spell existed to destroy the Daeva. They knew they'll be invisible with the Nexus, but if they roam free, they'll kill everyone in sight. Especially in darkness. They looked at each other, they knew what spell to use. They chant the Protection Spell.
"For Every Witch, In Every Hour,
Send Us Now The Greatest Power.
Brick and Mortar, Wood and Stone,
Protect Our Center, Protect Our Home."
Once the basement floor opens up, they saw the shadows being sucked in. Pearl felt her heartbeat slowing down, but she saw the future. Her soul was no longer marked, her sacrifice saved her soul. She smiles at her cousins.
"I'll see you soon." She felt the resurrection spell working.
Walter's face was blank as he watches the funeral. He saw the woman Pilar crying, she clearly was heartbroken. He felt Eliot's hand.
"I promised to protect him." He pushed back the tears. No way was he letting anyone seeing him cry. Except Pilar and Eliot.
"He was a good man. He knew when his time was up." Both knew Stephen was psychic. He always told his two friends he'll die to protect the woman he loved. They both watch Pilar who was sobbing quietly, her cousin holding her.
Walter didn't say anything. He looked over at Stephen's coffin.
"I promised Uncle Jonathan to always protect you. I'll find a way to bring you back. Promise." He whispered to the coffin as the mourners stand up to say goodbye before Stephen was buried.
Pilar knew her fiance was watching her. Why she was crying over another man. She couldn't tell him, they never kissed or spent a day together. But that togetherness they shared even just talking. She knew he was the man she was meant to be with. Maybe not in this lifetime, but another. She stands up to give him a rose.
"I love you." She whispered as she places the white rose on his coffin.
Phoebe woke up to see darkness. Oh oh. When her eyes adjusted, she knew. Her soul. It was cleansed. She teared up seeing Pilar and Stephen. Piper and Sam in their past lives. Stephen sacrificed himself to save Pilar. She wondered if either remembered. Probably not. She didn't want to remember hers.
She knew after a year, Pearl couldn't be saved. She tried to be good, but Anton's hold on her was too strong. She didn't blame her cousins for killing her. Phoebe knew Pearl silently thanked her cousins for her death, that she prayed for their souls for her death by their hands. That evil she saw, it was worse than anything she ever seen.
Phoebe shuddered. That Thing had a name. Phoebe forced herself not to say It. She was afraid It will break out of Its Prison.
The Walls were crumbling. The Empty was scared when It looked down. It was supposed to sleep underneath Nothing, but. Once It escapes, It will never sleep. The screaming, It will scream forever.