Chapter 5
Sam glanced at his elder brother with a perplexed expression on his face as Dean told the younger boy what had happened at the garage. He looked perplexed by the entire thing especially since hours ago Dean didn't believe a single thing and now he was saying it happened.
"So let me understand this. You now think that Phoebe is right and that you froze a car that was going to kill your friend." Sam asked his big brother with his perplexed expression still on his face as he looked at his big brother now with concern. The whole thing irritating. Dean rolled his eyes at the way his kid brother was acting. The kid had believed it all just hours ago and now the whole thing was turned upside down.
"Yeah dude. I mean it was totally cool. I saved my friend's life and I got a free pass from Adams." Dean expressed to his baby brother with excitement over the very thought of what happened to him. Sam smiled lightly to his brother's excitement. It was funny. Dean hadn't really been excited since before their Grams was sick. Dean noticed Sam smiling at him and quirked his eyebrows.
"Don't you think that you should get yourself checked out by a doctor?" Sam responded to his brother, afraid that the older boy's good mood was only temporary. And right now he was more concerned about his excitement than what he was saying. Dean glared at the younger boy unhappy to have been asked to get checked out.
"No, cause I'm not crazed dude. So has anything strange happened to you today?" Dean asked his baby brother with excitement again as he thought of what power his kid brother might receive and how it might affect their lives. Sam looked at his big brother hesitantly. He knew that he should tell the boy what happened before Kat had the chance.
"No. unless you call a headache strange. Cause that was painful. And so was the pain in my gut." Sam told his big brother hesitantly as he thought about the possible repercussions to telling Dean anything to do with his health. He knew that Dean tended to over-react. Then again all of his sibling did. And he knew it wouldn't change. Dean's eye widened at hearing this information.
"Wait what? Are you sick? What happened?" Dean asked his kid brother with concern for the younger boy as he quickly put the back of his hand against Sam's forehead checking the teenager's temperature. Sam slapped the hands away as he glared at his big brother. He would know if something was wrong with him and it there was nothing wrong.
"Nothing. I was in class when I got this feeling in my gut. Then I was thinking about you for some weird reason. When I stood up to come find you I had to sit back down because I had a pain in my head. I'm fine now." Sam complained to his big brother with annoyance over the way Dean was acting despite being used to it. He had always hated how his family treated him like glass just because he was the baby. Dean growled at his kid brother's words. He knew how his brother hated to be treated like a little kid, but he was a little kid.
"That's so not fine, Sammy. Anything could be wrong with you. You should have told me earlier. What are you? Stupid. Come on, I'll take you home." Dean told the kid in front with concern and annoyance clearly in his eyes. He was concerned about his brother's health and yet annoyed by the way the kid was acting. Sam rolled his eyes again at his brother. He knew that he should have been used to Dean's behavior but it was so annoying.
"You kind of have too. I don't have any money to get a bus or a taxi. Although I could just hitchhike." Sam joked humorously as he tried to get his annoyance out with humor since it often worked well with Dean. He laughed at the expression Dean gave him as the older boy soon started laughing as well.
"Sam, you don't hitchhike. And if you ever did Grams would come back from the dead and kill you." Dean told his baby brother as the laughter left him and he became serious and deadpanned. Sam stuttered a chocked out anger at the way his brother spoke despite knowing how true Dean's words truly were. Grams was a hard woman and she would have destroyed him.
"Yeah, if anyone could do that it would be Grams. So, you have the power to freeze things. That is so totally cool. I wonder what mine is." Sam asked his big brother with wonder as he thought of what his future ability might be and how he could use it. Dean smiled at the kid knowing that he was feeling mixed emotions about being a witch. On the plus side they would have a power and be like superheroes but on the other side they would never be normal again.
"Good question. I guess it might be like mine, maybe." Dean responded with excitement as he thought about how Sam would use his power of freezing. And then he thought that it might be something else. Something like throwing fire or rewinding time. Something strange. Sam nodded his head as he tried to think about what Phoebe had said the night before.
"Well Phoebe said that the book said something about there being three essentials of magic. I think it was timing, feeling and the phases of the moon." Sam told his big brother with confusion over his words as he memorized everything that Phoebe had said the night before. He shook his head as he glanced at the older boy with confusion. Dean looked doubly confused not having a single idea about anything that was being said.
"Whatever that means dude." Dean rebutted with slight confusion over what Sam had said. He didn't exactly understand it when Phoebe had said it and now with Sam his knowledge of it was even worse. Sam thought about his own words with confusion as he thought of some way he could explain it all to Dean.
"Eh I think that the timing means your power to freeze. Feeling could be something about empathy or telepathy. And phases of the moon is about lunar cycles. I have no idea. Pheebs probably does though." Sam told his elder brother as he thought the whole thing through, he didn't understand any of the words that he was saying. Although he didn't understand what Phoebe had meant when she had said it last night. Only some of it made sense to him. It was weird. He glanced at Dean as the older boy thought about it.
"Or that book Phoebe had. What was that called again?" Dean questioned as he frowned over the name of the book. He couldn't really remember what Phoebe had called it. Although he didn't really see how it mattered if it was just a book. Sam thought about what Phoebe had called it last night and from what he knew about witchcraft.
"The book of Shadows. And yeah if Phoebe got all her information from the book then it would probably have all the info in it." Sam admitted to Dean as he felt a tremor at the thought of that big book being in the attic. He knew that if he wanted to get the information he wanted then he would have to go into the attic but that place still scared him slightly. Dean smiled as an idea came to his mind. Sam frowned at the smile.
"Great. Okay first we get pizza and then we go home and look at the Shadow Book." Dean replied to his baby brother with a small smile on his face at the thought of spending some quality time with his baby brother. Something he knew he wouldn't get much of a chance to do when Phoebe became more involved in the family again. Sam frowned at his brother's words.
"The book of Shadows." Sam corrected his brother on impulse which was something he often did to all of his siblings just out of habit. Dean rolled his eyes at the way Sam corrected him. It was something the kid always did that pissed the hell out of him.
"Yeah whatever dude. What the hell is that about anyway?" Dean responded to the younger boy with a frustrated tone as he tried to see if the thing registered in his mind. It didn't and he didn't remember his Grams ever mentioning it either. Sam glanced at his big brother feeling slightly sorry for the older boy.
"Eh the book of Shadows is a witch's sacred book. That's where they put everything about their witchcraft. Kind of like a journal slash recipe poetry book." Sam told Dean with an intense tone as he tried to memorize everything that he had learned about witchcraft and magic. He turned to smile at his big brother. Dean rolled his eyes at his brother's words. He didn't really want to think about what Sam had said. He hated cooking, writing and poetry.
"Great, so it's about feelings and cooking and weird ass poems. You can read it." Dean replied with annoyance and irritation over the whole thing. He thought that being a witch and having the cool powers would be cool but he hated poetry and even worse he hated cooking that's why he lived with his Grams and Piper for so long and still does. Sam smirked at him.
"By poems I meant spells. And by recipe I meant potions and information on witchcraft." Sam explained to his kid brother with a small smile on his face as he thought about the whole thing with humor. Dean looked at his kid brother with irritation and amazement. It had always amazed him out Sam could know about things that most people didn't have the first clue about but that also irritated him especially when the kid got the I told you so look.
"How do you know so much about this crap anyway?" Dean asked the kid in front of him slightly weirded out by how Sam knew so much about witchcraft when the whole thing had just started last night. Sam just glanced at his brother as if it was obvious. And it was, cause Dean should know about this kind of thing too.
"Last year we did a history project on the Salem witch trials and stuff. Virginia, mostly." Sam deadpanned to his brother as he thought about the things that he had learned in his class. And that scared him. He knew that they could be hanged, set on fire and thrown of cliffs. The whole thing terrified him. Dean nodded his head at the information his brother gave him.
"Good thing we don't live in Virginia then. Right?" Dean jokingly told his kid brother with a small smile on his face as the fifteen year old glared angrily at Dean's joking self. He didn't want to think that he might be different from normal people. Dean rolled his eyes at Sam's behavior.
"Let's just go home and research this before we do anything else. Come on." Sam responded to his big brother with a sigh as he quickly jumped up from his chair and ran towards the car. Dean sighed out a huff as he paid for the drinks they were supposed to be splitting and left after his brother. Dean got into his Impala and drove off.
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Prue walked into the hospital after getting a call that her sister was in an accident. She was kind of worried for sister but after the doctor on the phone had said that she was alright then everything was fine. Prue walked up to the reception.
"Hi, I'm looking for my sister, Phoebe Halliwell." Prue asked the woman at the reception with slight concern as she noticed the person standing next to her with annoyance. The nurse at the reception desk asked her to wait a few moments. Prue nodded her head but her patience was wearing thin with her concern on the brain.
"What's the name again?" The nurse asked the man beside Prue with confusion as she forgot the name of the doctor she was looking for. Prue rolled her eyes at the nurse. She knew from experience that the nurse usually asked the same question a couple of times before she went to the next in line. The next in line being her.
"Inspector Andrew Trudeau, Homicide. Dr Gordon's expecting me." The man beside Prue spoke to the nurse with a slight irritation as he tried to act as if it wasn't bothering him when he had a really important job to do. At hearing the man's name Prue turned around to see her past with shock. She never thought she would see him again.
"Andy?" Prue asked in a questionable voice for safety in the case the man before her was not Andy. The man in question looked away from the nurse to look at the woman beside him and was more than shocked to find Prue Halliwell. A girl that he had always loved and yet hadn't seen in years.
"Prue? I don't believe it. How are you?" Andy asked the young brunette in surprise at seeing her after so long. He smiled at her as she smiled back at him with happiness at seeing the love of her life again after so long. And just when Phoebe had come back too. She was so surprised to see that Andy hadn't really changed much since the last time.
"I'm good. How are you?" Prue asked the man before her with a smile on her face as she seen one reflect on Andy's own face. Her smile brightened as she looked into his eyes. He loved seeing the woman again after so long apart. Prue's once concern for her sister vanished with her lust over Andy. Andy turned to look confused over what Prue was doing at the hospital.
"I'm fine. I just can't believe that I am running into you." Andy spoke to the young woman with a small smile on his face. A smile that he always seemed to show around Prue. Prue smiled back until she realized what she was doing at the hospital. She let the smile return on her face as she looked at the love of her life.
"Yeah, I'm just picking up Phoebe. She was in an accident." Prue responded to the Inspector with a lightness to her tone as she talked about. She knew that it was only a minor accident anyway so that didn't bother her that much. Andy looked shocked to hear about Prue's sister having known all the Halliwells for years.
"Is she gonna be okay?" Andy asked the brunette in front of him with surprise and concern for the youngest female Halliwell. He had spent more than enough time with all five of the Halliwells and knew that they were a close family. Prue smiled at the concern that Andy was giving her family. Despite him always giving her family concern.
"Oh yeah she'll be fine. What are you doing here?" Prue asked the man before her as she felt her curiosity perk up and she didn't know why it even was since she had thought that she had gotten over Andy years before. She didn't understand her curiosity. Andy lightly smiled at the woman before him. He truly did care for her.
"Eh murder investigation." Andy spoke grimly to the brunette as she lightly shuddered at the thought of murder. She could imagine that the murder investigation had something to do with the woman that had been murdered recently. Andy lightly smiled at Prue just as the nurse came over to the two ex-lovers.
"Your sister's still in X-ray, so it'll be another fifteen minutes. Dr Gordon's office is to the left and down the hall. He's with a patient right now, but you're free to wait outside his office." The nurse told the two with an unemotional tone. Andy and Prue both gave their thanks despite her deadpanned attitude before walking away unaffected by what was going on in the lives of the young pair. They then turned to look at one another.
"Well… It's good seeing you, Prue." Andy responded to the young woman in front of him with a small sad smile on his face. Knowing that they would now have to part ways when they both knew that they didn't want to leave one another. Prue returned the saddened smile. She felt the same as Andy despite being too proud to admit it.
"Yeah, you, too, Andy. Take care." Prue responded to the man that she had known since she was a young child. She smiled at him and gave him a small hug. She missed him so much. Andy hugged the woman back before Prue went to walk away from him when an idea came to him.
"You know, Phoebe's busy and Dr. Gordon's busy. Can I buy you a bad cup of coffee while we wait?" Andy asked the woman before him lightly as he tried to get the woman to stay with him longer having not seen one another in a long time. Prue smiled at him, liking his idea as she willingly followed him towards the coffee machine.
"So you're an inspector now?" Prue asked the man before her with a small smile on her face as she had known Andy's family just as long as he had known her family. She gratefully accepted the crappy cup of coffee. Andy smiled back at the woman before him with an even bigger smile.
"What can I say? In any other city, I'd be called a "detective."" Andy commented with humor as he tried to think of something to say to the woman. What he did say made him feel like hitting himself. Prue smiled at his words. She knew that Andy always said something stupid when he was nervous. The best thing she could do was just go with it.
""Inspector" is classier." Prue commented to the inspector in front of her with a smile on her face as she took a sip of the horrible coffee that tasted to bitter to be actual coffee. Andy smiled at the title. He knew that just because of Prue he would be all for the name.
"I'm liking it better already." Andy returned with a big smile as he took a sip of his own coffee shuddering at the bitter taste that the coffee left in his mouth. He had always hated hospital coffee. Prue gave him a knowing smile. She had spent a lot of time at the hospital six months ago and the coffee didn't get any better.
"Your dad must be so proud." Prue spoke to her ex-boyfriend with a happy tone as she let a small smile grace her lips. She looked to the man before her with pride. She always knew that he would make it and he did. He was an inspector. Andy returned the small smile.
"Third generation, you bet he's happy. How about you? You taking the world by storm?" Andy replied with enthusiasm and excitement over his job profession since it was something he had been inspiring for his whole life. Prue smiled to the man knowingly with a slight sadness over how Andy's life was going well and yet her life was the exact opposite.
"Well, I'm living back at Gram's house and as of an hour ago, I'm looking for work. I head you moved to Portland." Prue asked the man with curiosity as to why he was back in San Francisco after being gone for so long. She wondered how his life had been when right now her life was going back to the way it used to be before collage minus her Grams and legal guardianship of her younger brother. Andy smiled at her, seeing her curiosity in his eyes.
"I'm back. You still seeing Roger?" Andy asked the witch before him with curiosity peeking through everything he was saying. He had asked around about Prue many times in the past since he left to see how she was especially when he heard that Penny Halliwell, Prue's grandmother was ill. Prue glanced at him with confusion.
"How did you know about him?" Prue asked her ex-boyfriend with confusion as she thought about how Andy could know the things he knew about her love life. She knew that her Grams and Piper still had contact with Andy's parents every now and then but she wasn't entirely sure how Andy knew the things he did. Andy smirked.
"I know people." Andy replied to the woman before him with his knowing smirk on his face. The same smirk that mad Prue go weak at the knees. She let out her own smirk as she thought over what he had said. Her guesses were that it was probably Sam that had spoken to Andy since she knew that Sam had loved Andy growing up but hated Roger.
"You checked up on me?" Prue asked him with a knowing smirk although she knew that she was right. And Andy knew that she knew she was right. Andy smirked back at the woman before him knowing that Sam Halliwell was probably busted. Although he had to at least try and act like he hadn't been checking up on her using Sam.
"I wouldn't call it that." Andy spoke to the woman with a small smirk as he tried to get Prue's thoughts off of the culprit that had given Andy the information he had been given for the last couple of years. Prue's smirk widened as she thought realistically of the whole thing. And she knew that the person was likely Sam.
"What would you call it?" Prue responded to the inspector with a small smile on her face. She knew that Andy wouldn't be able to get out of it. Meaning that when she spoke to Sam then he wouldn't be making comments to anyone about her life. Andy tried to think around as he thought of the best way to minimize the Sam destruction Prue would cause.
"Inquiring minds want to know." Andy commented to the brown haired woman with a small smile as he took another sip from his bitter coffee. He thought about blaming someone at the station for the information he knew so that he wouldn't be picking up Sam's body next. Prue smirked at him.
"You checked up on me." Prue commented with her same old smirk as she looked down at the coffee in her hands. She took a bitter sip as she wondered what was taking Phoebe so long since Andy was making her fall for him yet again. Andy's smirk widened.
"What can I say? I'm a detective." Andy replied to the girl in front of him with his usual laid back and carefree attitude with his familiar looking cocky grin. Prue laughed slightly at his words. She knew that she still cared for the man before her and that he still cared about her too if what he had been up to had anything to say about it.
"Miss Halliwell, please meet your sister in the nurse's station." A nurse's voice spoke into the intercom as Prue hesitated. She looked over at Andy with a small smile on her face. He smiled back at her. Happy to see her after so long away. Prue smiled before walking away from her high school sweetheart with a smile.
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Sam glared at the stairs that lead towards the attic as Dean watched the fifteen year old with concern and slight amusement. It wasn't every day that you found out your little brother was now afraid of the attic. He lightly hit the kid on the arm.
"Please don't tell me that you're afraid of the attic, Sammy." Dean asked out to the teenager in front of him with a smirk until he noticed that his statement was entirely true. Sam was afraid of their attic. Sam growled at his big brother. He knew that his brother knew that he was afraid of attic. And it was all because of what happened last night.
"I'm not afraid of the attic, Jerk. Why would I be?" Sam denied to his big brother with a small glared annoyed over how the older boy enjoyed teasing him. It was something that Dean and Phoebe often did. Dean's smirk grew larger as he glanced at his kid brother. He knew that the boy was lying and he also knew that the only reason Sam was afraid was because of last night. He thought about comforting the boy but then thought about teasing him some more.
"Well you used to be afraid of the non-existent thing in your closet." Dean pointed out with humor at the whole thing especially since Prue ended up sleeping in their room until Grams had finally thought of a way to stop Sam's fear. Sam glared angrily at his big brother for even mentioning his past fear. He curled his fists.
"I was nine, Dean. And what makes you think that there wasn't anything in my closet since we've just found out that at least you are a witch." Sam countered his brother without really listening to what he was saying. After the words came out of his mouth Sam froze and Dean looked at him in fear thinking that he used his powers on Sam. That was until he realized what Sam had said and the reality kicked in. The "thing" in the closet could have been a thing. And if his Grams had said that she got rid of the thing in Sam's closet, she may have being a witch and all.
"Come on Sammy, let's just check that damn book. I do want to get some sleep tonight." Dean playfully told his little brother as he japed him playfully on the arm trying to forget about Sam's previous words as well as his own previous thoughts. Sam lightly smiled at his big brother knowing that this was a hard subject.
"This attic is totally cool. Do you think Prue would let me move up here? You know, you get your own room and I get my own room." Dean asked his kid brother with his normal Dean smirk as he looked over at his baby brother as he looked over the attic thinking of what he would do to change it to his liking. Sam shook his head with annoyance knowing that Prue would be more than likely to say no. She wasn't Prue Halliwell.
"Prue will say no. And stop redecorating the house. We have work to do. Okay the Book of Shadows." Sam told his big brother with a small smile on his face as he walked over to the chest of drawers and pulled the book of Shadows out, he sat on the chest and glanced at Dean. Dean smiled lightly as he sat down on what he knew was his ancestor Pearl's couch.
"This is a big book. I didn't really notice last night. But this is a big book." Dean spoke with a small smile as he tried to sit comfortably on the couch. He looked at the book and gulped at how big it truly was. It hadn't been that big the night before. Sam quirked his eyes at his big brother wondering how the elder boy could be so scared of the size of the book when he had made fun of Sam's irrational fear of the attic.
"Yeah. Okay, Melinda Warren… had three powers." Sam spoke to his brother as he looked at the book's aged pages with a light smile on his like the geek he was. Dean rolled his eyes knowing that Sam would be excited over the smallest bit of research. Sam just ignored his brother as he silently read the book of Shadows.
"Right, we have an ancestor who was a witch named Melinda Warren. She died in like the late 1600s or early 1700s." Sam read out to his brother with a small smile as he looked at the good colored picture of the woman that was Melinda Warren. If she was anything like she was on the picture then she looked like a beautiful woman. Dean gasped at how old the witch was.
"Wow. That broad is old." Dean said with awe not really realizing what he had said until Sam lightly hit him in the gut as he walked over to sit beside his big brother with an irritated look. Dean glared at the younger boy but let it go as he glanced down at the book.
"Anyway she was a witch and she had three powers. She could move objects with her mind. That's telekinesis. I think that might have something to do with the whole lunar thing." Sam told his big brother as he thought about all the previous information that he had learned since the whole witch thing had started. Dean's eyes brightened when he heard what his brother had said. The witch thing was getting better and better.
"Wait telekinesis. That is so cool, I wish I had that power." Dean spoke out to his kid brother with slight excitement over the whole idea. He wished that he had that amazing power even though his own power was just as amazing. Sam nodded with agreement. He wouldn't have minded either of the three powers. They all seemed amazing.
"Yeah well she could also freeze time which is your power. And she could see the future. Which is probably feeling. I think that we all have one of these powers." Sam spoke to his big brother with a slight fascination over the entire subject. He was now really coming round to the idea of being a witch especially with the types of powers he would be receiving. Dean smirked at his brother's words.
"What one do you think you got?" Dean asked the fifteen year old before him with a small smile on his face wondering what power his little brother and big sisters might get. At hearing that Sam looked up at his big brother. He was wondering the same thing as Dean.
"I don't know. We'll just have to wait and see. Oh crap." Sam suddenly gasped out when he finally finished reading the text that he had been reading. He read the words over and over again not sure what they were saying what he thought they were saying. Dean then glanced at his kid brother with worry over Sam's gasp.
"What? What is it Sammy?" Dean asked the fifteen year old with worry and concern for why Sam had went from happy and excited to terrified and worried. He tried to see if he could read the book when Sam looked over at him with scared filled eyes.
"We're in trouble." Sam responded to his big brother with slight fear over what he was now reading as he looked up at the older boy with fearful brown eyes. Dean took a deep breath when he saw the look that hi baby brother was giving him. It was the same look that Sam had when the social became involved in their lives. He sighed, he was really starting to hate being a witch.