Supercharmed

by charleneRowlin

Charmed clashes with Supernatural as five siblings become the Charmed Ones when Phoebe returns home from NY. Prue becomes a parental guardian to Sam. Piper is the peacekeeper between the siblings. Dean is the trouble maker and Sam just wants his family back together.

10. Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Due to the overprotective natures of his four older siblings, Sam Halliwell found himself sitting in his sister's jeep, as Piper drove him to school. It felt so incredibly unfair that he was never allowed to actually go to school himself yet when his siblings were in school, they could do whatever they wanted.

However he knew that no matter how many times he argued his case on that matter that he would never get to go to school on his own.

Although he could tell that something was different with his sister today, he had noticed since Prue had caught Piper watching a documentary on witches. It didn't take a genius to know that Piper was scared, both of being a witch and the repercussions of being one too.

Piper seemed to have noticed her brother's inner clock turning and wanted to put that to a stop straight away. No way in hell was she opening that can of worms out on Sammy.

"So have you got everything you need? Piper questioned her little brother with a cheerful smile. "For school?" She continued her tone just as cheerful, letting nothing go to the fifteen year old. She knew that Sam was one of the more intuitive members of the family and she couldn't afford for him to know the truth.

Sam glanced to his sister with empathy in his blue green eyes; he knew that the older woman was worried about something even if she didn't admit to it. Piper had always been an open book especially from where he stood. He always could tell when the older woman was upset or happy or angry and right now he could sense fear and worry.

"Yeah, I have, but eh," Sam went to say, unsure of how he was going to broach the subject with his sister. He didn't want the older witch to close up. "Piper do you know why I don't have any powers?" Sam found himself suddenly asking as his eyes went wide at what he had said.

Although he did want to know why he didn't have any powers while the others did, he hadn't wanted to ask the question in quite that manner. This was supposed to be about Piper, not him. Why was he being so selfish right now?

Piper glanced to her little brother a little taken aback by what he had to ask, having though a hundred per cent that it would have had something to do with her and not him. Not that she wasn't grateful that he had decided to ask a question about himself rather than a question about her. But she didn't really know what to say to the teenager.

"No, sorry Sam, I don't know." Piper told the teenager apologetically, it was the truth that she didn't know why he didn't have powers although she didn't know why he wanted them in the first place. Why was that boy so desperate to be different from everyone else his age? From everyone else in the world?

Sam took a calming breath as he though over everything he had said, he did want to know why he didn't have powers and the others did. He also wanted to distract Piper long enough to get her own fears out. What better way than to distract her with his own fears?

"I didn't think you would." Sam admitted to his big sister with slight annoyance. Though none of his annoyance was directed towards Piper. "It's just so unfair. Everyone else has powers but me and I don't even know why." Sam continued to ask his big sister with wonder in his voice as he slumped in his seat while Piper looked to the steering wheel.

Piper didn't know what to say to the teenager, and it annoyed her that she couldn't. But it also annoyed her that the boy was even questioning how much of a good thing this could be for him. He didn't have to have the same worries that the rest of the family would have, he could just be normal.

"Sam, this could be a good thing. A really good thing." Piper pointed out to the teenager with a tone of desperation, trying her hardest to get it into the boy's head that he could be a normal teenager and live a normal life without this drama that the rest of the family found themselves in.

Sam turned in his seat to glance to his big sister with confusion in his eyes, he didn't get why the older witch was so against her powers and so against the powers that he should have inherited if something hadn't gone wrong. He desperately wanted to believe that something went wrong with his powers and that was why he didn't have any.

"How? How could I not having powers be a good thing?" Sam demanded of Piper with annoyance in his voice as he tried to process what the brown haired woman had said. He couldn't understand why him not having powers could ever possibly be a good thing, cause he definitely couldn't work it out.

Without powers he might never be able to help his brother and sisters fight the darkness that seemed to intent on killing their family if Jeremy was anything to go by. He needed to have powers if he was ever going to help them stop the evil.

Piper glanced to her brother with annoyed disbelief, she couldn't believe that he wanted powers this much when it could be the death of him if he wasn't careful. How many people had to lose their lives before people realized that these powers also held a death sentence with them as well?

"Because you can be you, Sam. You don't have to fight evil; you can just be a kid." Piper yelled out to the teenager with angered annoyance in her voice, desperate for the kid to learn that he could have it easy in life and live a normal happy life without the dangers of being killed or ripped apart by evil.

Only a fool could want this type of life and it seemed that Sam was playing into that façade at just fifteen years old. No one deserved this life and least of all a child.

Sam rolled his eyes at his big sister, it seemed that in every conversation that they had; he was treated like the child that he wasn't. When would they stop treating him like a child and start treating him like the adult that he was and give him more responsibility.

"Being just a kid is over rated, and I'm not a kid. I'm fifteen and powerless." Sam huffed out with irritation over the subject, knowing that he was acting like a whiny little brat and yet couldn't help it. He just felt utterly useless; it was like being given the worst hand in poker. You were never going to win.

Piper glared at the young teen with annoyance in her dark brown eyes as she tried to ignore his bratty response and failing. She knew that Sam hated being treated as a child, though it was easy when he acted like one to be able to treat him as such.

"And lucky. I wish that I never got stuck with these powers." Piper expressed to the teenager, without thinking about what she was saying. She had never wanted to be any different than all of the other people that lived in San Francisco and yet now she was and worst she didn't know if her powers were good or evil.

Sam rolled his eyes towards his sister more than used to her thinking that he had it easy but then frowned when he realised again what his sister had just said.

She didn't want to have powers and never had wanted to have anything that made her any different than most other people. Sam thought over this morning's events with a fine tooth comb, trying to wonder how this could have come about and then opened his eyes as he thought of the documentary.

"Has it anything to do with that documentary you were watching this morning?" Sam asked Piper with a tone of caution knowing that he didn't want to upset his big sister any more than she was already. It wouldn't be fair to do that to her.

Piper also frowned before glancing to her brother with a look of fear in her brown eyes, a fear that Sam had never seen before in his life, despite having lived with the brunette boy for his whole life.

"Do you know about Mary Este?" Piper found herself asking the teenager with a cautious tone, not wanting to give too much away and yet also wanting to know what the kid knew and if that information could possibly help her. The kid probably knew more about witchcraft than anyone in the family.

The school project that Grams had helped the fifteen year old to complete on the history of witchcraft and magic had to have helped the youngster in some way so that he may be able to know of things such as Mary Este and all other witch type things.

Sam looked to his sister with confusion as he thought over his sister's words with a frown trying to think of when he was studying witches last year and if he ever came across such a witch. He remembered many different ways they were killed and then one stuck out at him.

"She was a witch that got electrocuted, I think." Sam said with confused wonder as he thought it over again with doubt in his head, not sure if he had gotten the right one.

It felt like a lifetime ago that he had actually been involved in this topic although he had found that he had been thinking about his project again and again since his siblings had become witches. He refused to call himself a witch anymore, not believing for a second that he was still a witch.

Piper nodded her head at her baby brother's words, knowing them to be true as she thought of them. The story definitely seemed similar to her.

"When she tried to enter a church." Piper finished the story off for the fifteen year old with a small hesitant smile towards the kid. Although Sam wasn't the worst person in the world to be talking this issue through with, it didn't exactly fill her with happiness to actually talk to him.

Sam sat back in his seat with a look of knowing on his face, he could tell that Piper was terrified and that very thought scared the hell out of him.

He know also knew that he had at least got the right witch which was at least a boost in his confidence when it came to his intelligence. Though he still hated that he didn't have any powers.

"And you're afraid that you'll never be able to entre a church again?" Sam asked the brunette with eyes of sympathy and empathy, it was as if he could sense what she was feeling although she knew that that was a stupid idea to entertain. Sam wasn't anymore empathic than she herself was.

As far as they knew no one could or had received a power such as empathy, or at least that was what Piper believed for the moment. She just hoped that her family wouldn't be dealt more bad hands than they had already, she was happy to have at least Sam mortal.

Though his question seemed to raise some concern inside of her and she knew that what Sam had said was true. She was scared of never being able to enter a church again. Scared that her life and her soul and the souls of her siblings were all doomed to hell.

"Yeah, kind of, sort of, I dunno." Piper spoke to the teen with confusion in her voice, unsure of what she even knew anymore. She never thought for one second that she would ever have to think of something like this ever in her life. She didn't know what to think anymore.

Sam looked to his sister with a frown of sadness, he knew this couldn't be easy for Piper; she had always been less adventurous than the rest, unless it was food.

"Piper, you're my sister, and I love you, but sometimes you take things way to literal." Sam explained to his sister with a light and affectionate tone of voice, trying to get it across to the girl that he truly did love her but that she had to learn to think differently if she was going to survive this world.

With Piper's way of thinking, she was always a worrier which always seemed to cause problems for the witch. Sam knew that his sister was worried but knew that as a family they could get through both this and everything else.

Piper glanced to the youngest Halliwell, wondering how he got to be as smart as he was with only Dean as a male role model. The kid had lost his dad at eight and lived in a house filled with women, despite them all being bright, Sam seemed more so.

"Mary Este could have been zapped by any number of things. It could have been some type of metal. It could have nothing to do with her witchcraft." Sam tried to explain to Piper, trying to get her to understand that anything could be responsible for what had happened to that witch and that it that it wasn't some type of punishment for her being a witch. If she was even a witch though he didn't believe that she really was a witch.

Piper nodded her head, knowing that to be true yet she couldn't help being terrified of that story. The very idea that that could happen to some of the people that became witches terrified her.

She didn't want anything of that manner to happen to her siblings or herself just because they were witches. It seemed like a terrifying idea, and that wasn't the only thing that happened to witches according to Prue and she was sure Sam had plenty of other stories behind that idea.

"That and the fact that it's been proven that most of the people accused, were never actually witches. Meaning Mary Este might not even have been a witch." Sam explained to his big sister with strength that was so beyond what he even knew himself, like he believed in himself again. He knew that he had to be strong for Piper at least if he wanted her to be confident in herself again.

Hopefully if Piper could get her confidence back then he would eventually be able to get his own back. Something that seemed hopeless when he had no powers to speak of at the moment. Or so he hoped.

Piper bit her lip, worry circling in her eyes as she tried to think the whole thing through with fearful wonder. She knew that witches didn't exactly follow the stereotypical view that people believed a witch looked like, but if most witches were like her then how could anyone know if these women were truly witches or not.

Life was not all black and white, which was something she more than understood, but how did they know what type of witches they were. They could have been born evil like Jeremy and if not then what about all the evil that was coming after them.

"How true do you think that is? Nobody would believe we we're witches." Piper asked Sam with a demanding tone of voice as she began to get louder in her tone, unable to accept Sam's help in this matter. She knew that she was being mean to the teen but she could help what she believed and she knew that maybe some people weren't witches but some people were.

She could be out in the street and pass a dozen witches or warlocks and never know it and that was the problem. No one knew who were witches and who were not, and she hated the idea of never going back into a church again in her life.

Sam sighed with annoyance; he couldn't believe that his sister was being so stubborn about this issue. He knew that she was scared, hell that was a given but she was more than safe and would always be if they stuck together as brothers and sisters, as Charmed Ones.

"Well, I'm not a witch, so I don't need to worry, but you are and you shouldn't be afraid." Sam pouted with even more annoyance towards his sister. He didn't want to be reminded again and again that he was not a witch like his brother and sisters. He also wanted his sister to not be afraid of her heritage.

He really didn't understand why she was so against the idea of being a witch when it was something that Sam himself was now desperate to be. He didn't have any powers but she did and she should have been happy and respected that idea.

Piper shook her head wondering what her brother had said and if it rung true though she had no idea. She just wished that she could talk to him, sister to brother, but could she really let him have this burden. It wasn't fair on him.

"I'm sorry, I just… you have to go to school." Piper told the teenager before her with a begging like tone, desperate for the boy not to be the curious child that he had been since they were kids.

Sam had always been the most curious out of the Halliwell siblings and had went through the big faze of why, why, why, why, something that tended to annoy everyone, especially Sam's dad who always begged Sam to shut up.

The problem however was that that obsession for always asking the why question was something that continued throughout his life and Sam still asks the why question even now. The funny thing was that it never annoyed Grams that Sam was so inquisitive, in fact she prided in him being that way.

Sam sighed with annoyance towards his big sister knowing that she was only doing this because she was scared of what he would think or say to her. He needed to talk to her like a brother.

"Piper." Sam spoke with a sigh of annoyance in his voice as he tried to get the twenty-five year old to listen to him for at least a second. He needed for the woman to talk to him, let him help her in the same way that she helps him.

Piper glared at her little brother angrily, the kid was really starting to piss her off which she wasn't used to feeling when she was with Sam. The teen had always been a great confidant and nothing but, but right now she truly wanted him to leave her the hell alone.

"No, school now, Sam!" Piper yelled out to the fifteen year old teen with anger, not able to stop herself from being anger. She glanced to her little brother after seeing him flinch and took a deep calming breath before going to talk again. "Kat's waiting for you anyway." Piper continued, her tone much softer and affectionate, the tone that Sam was used to hearing from his big sister.

Sam glanced to his sister at hearing her now affectionate tone, having never heard Piper get so angry before in his life. He wasn't used to hearing such anger come from his big sister. Piper was always a loving young woman that treated everyone with respect.

Although right now, as much as he hated too, he needed that horrible sister back.

"She can wait another minute Piper. You're important, more important than Kat, even if she is my best friend." Sam yelled out to his big sister as he slide in his seat to he would be able to look his sister in the eyes when he spoke to her. Inwardly he was more than glad that she didn't have a more violent power than freezing or he could have been incinerated.

Piper glanced to the youngest Halliwell with pain filled annoyance, although she was glad that he hadn't taken what she had said to heart. She was pissed that he continued to be persistent about this matter. She didn't want to talk about it, not right now and not with Sam.

"Sam please go to class before you're late and Prue gets pissed." Piper demanded of her little brother with annoyance in her words; she was desperate to get rid of the boy. She knew that the kid was making a very good point but she couldn't handle that right now.

Having lived with Sam since the kid was born; Piper knew that the teen was the one kid that could sense when there was a problem. He was quite smart at doing that, the problem was that Piper didn't want him doing that, in fact she didn't want him involved.

Sam glared at his sister with a roll of his blue green eyes, knowing that that was the worst excuse in the world since Prue was always in a prissy mood for one reason or another, and that that wouldn't be changing any time soon

"Prue's always pissed." Sam reasoned with the woman with annoyance towards his sister for her trivial response. They were more than used to Prue getting pissed for whatever reason and so this wouldn't exactly be a new thing for her to be pissed at him for being late.

Looking at Piper, Sam could tell that whatever was going through her mind was bad, or else she wouldn't be half as pissed off at him. He could tell that Piper didn't want him to know the truth of what was wrong with her.

Turning away from her brother, Piper looked outside the car wanting to be away from her little brother and his empathy. The boy always could get the truth out of someone just with innocent looks.

"Samuel, just go." Piper yelled out to the fifteen year old with anger that she never even knew that she had. She just needed the boy to leave her alone and give her some peace away from his annoying selfless antics.

Piper looked away from the teenager when she saw the hurt circling in his eyes, she knew that he hated people yelling, had hated it ever since he was a baby.

She remembered finding the boy hidden in a basket in the laundry room, crying his little eyes out. He had been in there because he had heard his dad and their Grams yelling bloody murder to one another. Grams had no idea that Sammy was at home, thinking Prue had taken Phoebe and both boys out to the carnival. No one had realised that five year old Sam was at home with an upset tummy.

It was only then that the family had realised Sam had such a problem with people yelling, their Grams saying that Sam had a sensitive soul and tore Dean a new one when he had went to tease the boy.

Sam rolled his eyes as he rubbed his brown hoodie over his hazel eyes to wipe away any of the fallen tears as he spared a glass out of the window. He wasn't going to get anything out of his sister.

"Fine, fine, I'll go, but remember I'm your brother and I love you. I'll be there if you need me." Sam told his big sister with annoyance in his eyes, trying to keep himself calm as he turned back to look at her. She turned to look at him with a reassuring smile on her face.

It was an act, he knew it was, but he couldn't force himself to call her on it. Sam knew that the last thing his sister wanted was for him to pry into her business like he was already doing.

Turning away from the woman, Sam opened the car door and stepped out of the car, grabbing his brown rucksack as he went.

Piper glanced to him with thankful eyes, knowing that it probably took a lot for him to just leave it alone when he had always been such a curious child growing up.

"Thanks Sam, have a good day." Piper called out to the hazel eyed teenager as he slammed the jeep door shut with annoyance in his eyes. Piper let go of a sigh as she started the car up and drove away, she could make up with the kid later.

Sam watched his sister leave out of the corner of his eye with frustration, wishing that he could do something to somehow help her.

As Sam walked he found himself unaware of his surroundings, thinking of nothing but his big sister and the latest developments in the Halliwell family, knowing them to be something major. He was oblivious to everything as he walked across the high school campus.

It was then that someone jumped onto his back nearly sending him to the floor before he managed to balance himself only to find that the jumper was his very blonde and very annoying best friend; Kat.

"Hey Sammy Sam, what is going on with my best friend today?" Kat asked the boy before her with laughter in her voice as she bit her lip seductively, trying to get a rise out of him. Something that Kat often did.

Sam gave out a sigh of relief as he looked to Kat, scrutinising her with fear in his eyes.

After last night's dream, he had felt this unbelievable need to make sure that Kat was okay. Looking at her he found that she was wearing a white fluffed up short sleeved top and a black sleeveless waistcoat that seemed to show of her feminine side.

He could then see that she had on the golden bracelet that he had gotten her for her thirteenth birthday as well as a big turquoise ring and a pair of black skinny jeans and black high-heel boots.

Her golden blonde hair was as it usually was straight; with inward flicks her side bangs prominent and her complexion was pale yet you could see the smallest hint of her make-up.

She looked beautiful and even better she looked alive. With that knowledge Sam threw himself at the blonde, hugging her tightly to his own body as if she would disappear at any minute. She was his best, and if he was honest with himself only, friend and that nightmare he had had was a real shock to his system after everything.

"Whoa, Sam, are you alright?" Kat asked the brunette as she pulled her arms around him, her voice laced with concern and worry for the boy she had known most of her life. A terrified Sam was always something that ripped her open with panic as if she could feel his own pain.

Kat continued to hug the shaking boy as she rubbed his back through the brown hoodie he had chosen to wear today, both of their bags thrown to the ground as she tried to comfort him.

As if realising where he was, Sam pulled back from Kat with tear soaked eyes as he looked to her with desperation. His dream had been so realistic in his eyes that it felt unbelievable to be near the blonde, and being able to touch her.

He could see the worry in Kat's eyes, and sobered himself up, wiping his face again for what seemed like the millionth time today.

"Yeah, I just had a nightmare last night, about you." Sam told the blonde discreetly, his eyes looking at anywhere but Kat while he tugged at the bottom of his sleeves. His hazel eyes were wet with unusured tears as he shifted on his feet.

He didn't know what to do.

Kat bit her lip as she looked to her best friend with sympathy, something that Katharine Taylor didn't often give. Though for her best friend to have this much of a reaction, she knew that whatever was in his dream had to be bad.

Sam always had night terrors, something that she had often spoken to her mother about with the best of intentions but this one had to have been really, really bad.

"Yeah, I would have a nightmare too, if you were in it." Kat joked to her best friend with laughter in her voice as she used her only defence to a heart-breaking puppy dog. The sad puppy dog look had always been one that Sam unknowingly had down to a T. It was something that had always made her stern mother a completely different person, not to mention Sam's Grams.

Sam had always been able to twist people around his little finger without even knowing or even trying. He had had her mother and his Grams crumbling within seconds of being confronted with those sad puppy dog eyes. It was something that she both envied and loved about her little Sammy.

At hearing those words Sam looked up from his feet with a raised eyebrow and a look of total disbelief. He had just sobbed his heart out and that was Kat's response.

He frowned, thinking it over and then realised the Dean-like tactic. For people like Dean and Kat, the best medicine to seeing someone upset was to twist it into something funny and joke about.

"And my compassion for you is gone. Thanks, Katharine." Sam said with a playful shove and a humour filled voice as he bent down grabbing both Kat's and his own bag and then dragging them across his shoulder before walking away from the smiling blonde.

The concern that had been in her eyes only a second ago was now replaced with laughter. It was something that he loved seeing in Kat's deep blue eyes as the two of them walked across the campus beside one another.

Kat smiled at her best friend as she bumped shoulders with the brunette, biting her lip as she watched him carry her bag for her like when they pretended to be dating in freshman year when she had been afraid of all the big bad high school boys.

She laughed remembering how nervous Sam had been while pretending to be her boyfriend, it didn't help that both his brother and his sister Phoebe had teased him about it or that she had soon became a cheerleader.

"You're welcome, Samuel." Kat replied with a joking like tone, using his full name like he had used her own. "But are you feeling alright?" Kat found herself asking again unable to help herself from feeling worried about the younger boy before her.

An annoying trait, but Sam had always brought out the sympathy and dreaded concern out of her. She would much rather live an emotionless existence, but Sam had always made her feel something and had always had the ability to rip her mask to shreds.

Sam turned to look at his best friend as they stepped into the huge building that would dictate their lives for another two or three years.

Giving a small sigh, Sam thought over Kat's question, knowing that he had always found it hard to lie to the girl who had made what would have been such a painful orphaned existence into something living and bright.

"Yeah, I am, I dunno what was wrong with me last week, but I'm fine now." Sam told his blonde friend with a nod of his head, trying to believe what he was saying himself. "It's probably just a delayed physical reaction to Grams." He continued with a small ache in his heart at the mention of his Grams. Though if anyone could understand his relationship with his Grams then it was Kat.

He looked away from Kat, knowing that his words could quite possibly have been a small white lie. He hated even the thought of lying to Kat, and so even this white lie felt like some kind of weird death sentence.

Kat looked back to her best friend with a sympathetic look in her eyes, as she glanced to the smaller teenager.

Having known the boy since they were both in kindergarten, Kat knew that he had loved his Grams more than anything else in the world. She knew that growing up without a mom had made Sam relay on his Grandmother and oldest sister.

But right now looking at the sad little boy beside her made her heart cave with empathy.

"You really miss her don't you?" Kat asked the brunette with a slightly concerned voice. She had thought that Sam had gotten over this part of her death. Obviously not.

She knew that death was a very big thing with her mother being a nurse. She knew that there were usually five stages of grief and that they were all hard to deal with, some people never getting over such tragedies, something she didn't want for her best friend.

Sam looked back to her with saddened dimples, looking like a kicked little puppy with the shaggy hair and hazel puppy eyes. He looked a little pathetic, something that she wasn't used to seeing in Sam despite the boy having had a lifetime of being bullied.

Sam shrugged his shoulders not knowing what to say to Kat. Ever since he had been a child he had had to deal with a lot of things in his life and this recent death was the last one in a long line starting with his Mom when he was a small baby.

Yet this one was entirely different from all the other deaths in his life, his Grams had been like another Mom to him just after his sister Prue and she had taught him nearly everything he knew.

She was the women that had never left him until six months ago, and had comforted him after Prue and Piper had moved out. She was his Grams, his mother's mother. The only one that could really tell him anything about the woman, with his Dad and his siblings never being able to although Piper and Prue tried their hardest.

She was his Grams.

"She was my Grams, hell, she was practically my mother." Sam complained to his best friend with the hint of tears in his hazel eyes as he thought about his Grandmother.

It was funny how much he looked to both his Grams and his big sister as maternal figures in his life. Hell, he had called Prue "momma" up until he was five or six when his brother had screamed at him, having had enough of him "replacing" their mother as he had called it.

He remembered Kat finding it strange that he always seemed to call his big sister "Mom" as she had thought that his Grams was his mom.

That was all in the past now.

"Grams was always there for me and now she's gone and Phoebe's back and everything is so off right now." Sam cried out to his best friend with tears in his eyes as he thought of how everything in his life in the last year and he was only fifteen. Problem was that it had gotten even worse recently.

Now his brother and sisters were witches, and if he even shared their DNA then he was also a witch. It was only now that he was starting to question things in his life. Each of his siblings had a power, an ability where that was seeing the future, freezing time or moving things with their mind.

They all had powers bar him.

Kat looked to him, thinking that he was thinking about his Grams still and pulled an arm around him as they stepped into the school.

She was desperate for her friend to get a little better after the six months in which he was dealing with the loss of his Grandmother. Having known the God fearing woman, she knew that Penny Halliwell was a woman that doted on her five grandchildren and would forever do everything in her power to protect them.

That love that she had seen in Penny Halliwell, could always be seen in Penny's grandchildren and she knew that it would be a long time before the world got over the death of the great Penny Halliwell. It was a hope that Sam was now healing from her death.

"Hey, its okay Sam, everything is okay." Kat told the shaggy haired teen, a slight begging to her tone as she looked to the boy in desperation, hugging into his side to comfort him in any way that she could. Not an easy task when the boy looked so sad.

Sam looked back to his best friend with tears in his eyes, the smell of pheromones in the air as the two teens reached the lockers, coincidently right beside one another thanks to Sam having inherited his mother's name and not his father's Winchester.

He shook his head with emotional turmoil going on in his head.

No, nothing is okay and he knows that it never will be, he wants his Grams back to help him and to teach him. His Grams would know what to do in this situation. His Grams always knew what to do whenever he felt his whole world was caving around him.

He wanted his Grams, no he needed his Grams, only she could make this better.

"I want my Grams. Why does everyone I love die?" Sam responded, shaking his head as his hazel eyes filled with tears, making the blues and greens in his eyes, shine brighter than the normally dormant brown. His shoulders were wracked with sobs as he continued to pour his heart out with desperation.

Running one of his hands through the shaggy chestnut locks as he looked opened his locker, hiding his tear stained face inside the blue school locker.

The locker looked rusted with specks of blue chipping away to show the silver beneath the paint. His own locker didn't actually look that bad, it was incredibly organised for someone of his age, although filled with millions of books and then at least a couple of pictures that both his brother and Kat had made him put up.

Kat pulled on his clothed arm, pulling him out from his hiding spot in his locker and pulled him into a hug as his eyes met Kat's locker.

Typical of Ron, the locker was a mess with pink streamers and curtains all over the place as well as fabrics, sketches, books and papers, nothing in place. Kat had always been messy although her love for fashion and being a designer was very obvious to anyone.

"Sam." Kat spoke out with sympathy in her eyes, pulling Sam out of his thoughts and back to the reality he was finding himself in right at the moment. He could feel Kat trailing her fingers by his eyes if only to rid him off the tears slipping down his face.

She couldn't believe the state that Sam had gotten himself into right now and could only guess that it was a delayed reaction brought on by the return of Phoebe. Phoebe has always been great at bringing on delayed reactions out of her siblings.

Sam just shook his head, the shaggy locks falling into his eyes as he fought to try and keep himself under control for once. Not an easy task when everything was against him right at the moment. He couldn't imagine any of this getting any better.

"No, Kat, my mother is dead. My father is dead. My Grams is dead." Sam cried out to the blonde haired girl that seemed more like his sister at times than anything else. The tears were consistent as they continued to run down his face despite Kat.

He hated this, hated that he had lost so many people in his life, hated that he had lost his mom before he could know her, had lost his father before he hit puberty and now his Grams all before hitting the age of sixteen.

"Who's next? Prue or Dean? Piper or Phoebe? I can't lose anyone else Kat." Sam cried hysterically with pain reflecting in his puppy dog eyes as he cringed at his own words. The very thought of maybe losing one of his siblings or even his best friend terrified him and tore him apart.

He couldn't deal with the losses, could anyone deal with the amount of losses he had had and be alright with it or was he the only person that had to deal with this kind of crap.

He knew he was being irrational, and if a teacher was to walk out on him and Kat like that he or both of them would be sent to go and visit with the head. Then Prue or Dean would be sent to the school, Dean would lose his job if it was him and if it was Prue then he would be on twenty-four seven watch.

Both of them didn't have very good outcomes for him or any of the people involved. Plus there was also the abuse he would get from Dean if he were to find out or even if Phoebe found out.

"You won't lose anyone else, Sam. Not when I'm your best friend." Kat told the younger teen as she pulled him into an even tighter hug, knowing that the teen would need it after ripping his heart out with his fears.

She knew that he'd seen himself as the angel of death ever since his Grams had died since every one of his parents or parental figures had died leaving him only with his brother and sisters. She also knew that he was scared for his brother and sisters, especially Prue who was his legal guardian.

Shrugging she tried to pull her thoughts away from that and try to do something to bring out the fun-loving, shaggy haired boy that she had knowing her whole life.

The best way to get a reaction out of Sammy Halliwell was either to call him "Sammy" or to do a Dean.

"How is Dean?" Kat asked her best friend with a suductive tone to her sultry voice as she gave the brunette a mocking smile. The crush that she had on the older Halliwell brother had always been a sore spot for her best friend and one that she used often.

Sam sobered up as he glared at the curly haired blonde, knowing that she was kidding yet unable to stop the sick feeling that came with hearing about Kat and Dean together.

At hearing the blonde laughing Sam glared at her, giving a playful push as they began making the short walk towards their class, their books in hand.

"Don't even go there, Katharine Ann Taylor." Sam reprimanded Kat a mocking tone and slight disgust in his eyes, the very idea of his best friend and his brother getting together making him feel slightly nauseous. Yet his voice still held an edge of humour to her voice as he looked to Kat.

Kat bit her lip and pursed her lips with annoyance over the use of her full name. She hated being called anything but 'Kat' and people using her first full name other than her mother usually ended up with their asses kicked.

Sam smirked at his friend's reaction as the two of them walked towards their first class. He knew without a doubt that he had hit a nerve with the girl as Kat pouted at him.

"Samuel Peregrine Halliwell, I do love a challenge." Kat laughed out towards her best friend as soon as the bitch face appeared on the brunette's face as she stepped into the classroom. She knew that she and Sam were similar in the hatred of their full names.

Sam finally gave into his need to laugh as he went to step into his class when a wave of pain hit his head. He winced in pain as he felt tears creep into his eyes from trying to squeeze both them and the pain back from his mind.

He felt this strange pull in his mind that he didn't understand, the pain so deep that he couldn't even hear his own laboured breathing nor could he see Kat coming up to him looking to him with concern in her eyes as well as worry.

Then the pain and aches as well as the pull were gone just as fast as they had come on, the tears running silently down his face. Looking to Kat he choose to ignore her concern as he wiped the sleeve of his brown hoodie across his features and stormed into the class.

He could only hope that the classroom banter would be enough to get his mind away from any thoughts of that pull or that aching pain in his skull.

* *P *D * P*S * P* *

Getting to the garage Dean found himself glancing towards the broken forklift that sat in the corner away from the main area as he walked in with a small smirk. Looking away, Dean strutted into the paint-faded office to find Adams talking to Johnny and a man that he had never seen before.

The man looked like a dork and not the good looking geek boy type like Sammy was but an actual dork with black greasy like hair, a pair of square spectacles and a cheap looking suit that made he himself seem overdressed and he was wearing a pair of ripped jeans and a grey t-shirt.

Dean found himself gulping slightly, knowing that the man before him was a suit and even more, someone that would seriously annoy him.

"What's going on?" Dean heard himself asking without thinking as he looked to the cheap suit with a frown on his face as he looked back to his boss with caution. He knew from the four years of the business world that was some guy came in with a cheap suit it usually always meant trouble.

He had seen a lot of cheap suits in his life and it was always the cheap ones with the greasy hair and the look of the dork that always seemed to make life a misery.

The one that had been involved in his Grams will had just been ridiculous, treating him like the child that Sam was and not as the nineteen year old adult that he was. The man had been a complete joke and had hit on all three of his sisters, if the guy was bi, he knew he would have hit on both Sam and him as well.

At hearing the voice Adams looked up from his conversation with Johnny and the man in the suit to look at Dean, a small smile circling in his face as he glanced to him.

"Dean, hey, this is Eric Baxter from Health and Safety." Adams responded to Dean with a light smile on his face as he pointed to Eric. "Eric, this is Dean Halliwell, our resident hero." He continued turning to point to Dean with an even brighter smile on his face, more than happy to explain that they had a hero working in their group. Someone unlike anyone else in the other garages.

The cheap suit, now known as Eric, looked over to Dean with a cheap smirk, that made Dean shiver, and turned to the blonde teen. He looked Dean up and down as if he was cheap, noting the ripped blue jeans, the grey top that seemed to highlight a set of good abs and a six Pac, and the black boots. The boy's hair looking more than pristine despite the rest of his look.

Despite his current style, Eric knew that the boy was the type to have all the girls watching him, probably revelled in that type of appreciation. He was the type of boy that Eric had always hated when he was in high school. The type of guy that, Eric now looked to making a misery of.

"Well it looks like our Johnny wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you, Deano." Eric proclaimed to the boy with a big smile on his face as he looked to the boy before him with delight. He was more than desperate to make the life of Dean Halliwell a misery, knowing that it was the Dean Halliwells of the world that had made his life a living hell.

Though he did respect that it was amazing what the boy had done and how he had saved the life of his friend. However Eric hoped that drugs had been involved somehow, that would make it better. The man would have saved a life and then get fired for drugs.

Though he would need to prove that.

Dean took a big gulp of air trying to calm himself from his wayward emotions and to stop himself from tearing that idiot suit apart for the horrid nickname that had taken him years to get rid of. He really hated it when a suit talked to him like that, as if they knew him when they knew nothing about him.

"It's Dean." Dean responded to the man, hating that he was being called that name. It was a name that Phoebe had called him to annoy him when he was younger although she had now grown out of it, thankfully. "What's he doing here?" He asked the man, turning to look at his boss with annoyance shining in his bright green eyes. He hated these types of people.

He knew that both Adams and Johnny could see the anger lying in his moss green eyes as he glared darkly to the man before him. They both knew what he was like and he knew that if the cheap suit pushed him then he would push right back.

Adams glanced to Dean with slight apprehension in his eyes as he glanced between Dean and Eric, knowing that neither men were ones to back down. Standing up he wanted to do something, anything to placate one of the men.

"Eric is here in a professional capacity to make sure that everything is safe for Johnny and you." Adams explained to the teenager, hoping that Dean wouldn't do something that he would later regret. Dean was a good mechanic and it would be really bad to lose him.

Having worked around Eric a couple of times in the past, he knew that the man was ruthless and had a big pet hate for pretty boys. It didn't help that Dean fitted the pretty boy look that Eric had a hate for, and knew that the man would try his hardest to get the boy fired.

Yet Eric was also the best man to have in these types of situations, otherwise he never in a million years would have called the guy. No way in hell.

Dean however didn't seem happy with any of this and the boy had a big thing about letting his mouth talk before he thought, the reason why he was usually followed by his brain; Sam Halliwell.

"Yeah, well it was an accident." Dean yelled out in annoyance with the stipulations, though usually he didn't mind unless they had annoyed him but not now, now he didn't want or need to draw attention to himself. "Johnny's fine, Adams is fine and I'm fine." He continued with apprehension running in his eyes over the accident.

He really did not want to draw any attention to his siblings or himself with this stupid thing, knowing that it would be really bad if anyone where to find out about this, even if it was amazing.

Though thinking about the situation as a mechanic only, he knew that he would be acting in the very same manner as he was now. He had always hated dealing with red tape so the reaction that he was giving out was more than normal for him. What could he say, he hated rules.

Eric just smirked to the teenager, knowing that despite the boy's aggressive tone, that he would be winning this situation and hopefully having the stupid boy fired.

People like Dean Halliwell were always stupid, not like him, it was why they did jobs like being a mechanic or a model or something that didn't actually include brains. The reason why people like him always came on top.

"Eric is here in a professional capacity to make sure that everything is safe for Johnny and you." Adams explained to the teenager, hoping that Dean wouldn't do something that he would later regret. Dean was a good mechanic and it would be really bad to lose him.

Having worked around Eric a couple of times in the past, he knew that the man was ruthless and had a big pet hate for pretty boys. It didn't help that Dean fitted the pretty boy look that Eric had a hate for, and knew that the man would try his hardest to get the boy fired.

Yet Eric was also the best man to have in these types of situations, otherwise he never in a million years would have called the guy. No way in hell.

Dean however didn't seem happy with any of this and the boy had a big thing about letting his mouth talk before he thought, the reason why he was usually followed by his brain; Sam Halliwell.

"Yeah, well it was an accident." Dean yelled out in annoyance with the stipulations, though usually he didn't mind unless they had annoyed him but not now, now he didn't want or need to draw attention to himself. "Johnny's fine, Adams is fine and I'm fine." He continued with apprehension running in his eyes over the accident.

He really did not want to draw any attention to his siblings or himself with this stupid thing, knowing that it would be really bad if anyone where to find out about this, even if it was amazing.

Though thinking about the situation as a mechanic only, he knew that he would be acting in the very same manner as he was now. He had always hated dealing with red tape so the reaction that he was giving out was more than normal for him. What could he say, he hated rules.

Eric just smirked to the teenager, knowing that despite the boy's aggressive tone, that he would be winning this situation and hopefully having the stupid boy fired.

People like Dean Halliwell were always stupid, not like him, it was why they did jobs like being a mechanic or a model or something that didn't actually include brains. The reason why people like him always came on top.

"Well, I'm afraid Deano that that decision is not up to you." Eric told the teenager gleefully, loving that he had such power in these types of situations, especially when he seen the ridiculous pretty boys. He was taking great pleasure in this and was very happy that Adams had called him.

Adams and Johnny both glanced to one another with anxious looks, knowing that Dean was not someone that you wanted to annoy. He was quite a big guy and incredibly muscular, the type of person that would crush a guy like Eric Baxter.

Dean gritted his teeth in anger as he heard the name being spoken again with annoyance in his features, running a hand through his sandy blonde locks in frustration.

"It's Dean." Dean repeated with annoyance circling in his green eyes as he glared angrily towards the man in front of him. He took a couple of deep breaths, trying to stop himself from freezing something or going postal on the suit. He knew suits were annoying, but was this guy being serious.

He could see the suit smirking, not even trying to hide his glee as he looked back to Dean, some type of lust in his eyes that made Dean feel very uncomfortable.

Taking another couple of deep breaths he decided that he needed to take himself from the situation. Sam was always telling him that if he didn't have anything nice to say or do then just get out of there or get fired.

"I'm going back to work." Dean growled out to his boss with irritation, wanting to get away from this man and do as Sam always tells him to do, before he does something he will regret. He just really wanted to get out of the situation as he watched the suit smirk at him.

He shook his head to stuff himself from going to punch the stupid suit, he really didn't need to deal with those types of repercussions, especially when his sister was dating a cop.

Adams frowned at hearing the irritation in Dean's voice.

He knew the boy would hate Baxter, hell sometimes he himself hated Baxter, but he didn't think that the boy would be this effected by the other man.

"Dean, maybe you should talk with Eric." Adams asked of the teenager, wondering if the kid might need to go and talk to Baxter as well, despite the obvious hate between the two men.

Though he knew that it wasn't about hate right now, it was about getting what they needed out have their job, and an un-safe working environment was not good for anyone. He knew it might have only been a onetime thing, but he would rather that his employees knew what to do when they needed help.

Johnny looked to his friend with a nod of his head, in complete agreement with Adams.

Dean, however glared angrily towards his boss and to Johnny, closing his eyes to take a deep breath before he really did lose his mind. He would hate to lose his job right when Prue had lost her own, and not with both Phoebe and Sam in the house.

"No, I'm gonna go do my job." Dean told his boss with annoyance in his moss eyes, wanting to get away from all this crap. He had always hated the red tape that came with some of the jobs he'd done in his life time but this man seemed to him, like a bit of a dick.

Looking to the man, he knew that the suit was the type of person that could have a big problem to his job and more than likely for Adams too if he let him.

Dean went to walk out the door more than desperate to get away from the suit and his boss at the moment. He didn't want to be involved in any conversations with this suit and he was really needing to get back to work and start on a car, otherwise he wanted to get the hell out of here.

"Dean, can you take my shift with Ms Braeden?" Johnny asked calling him back with a slight desperation, knowing that Ms Braeden was one of his best clients. "I wanna talk to Adams and Mr. Baxter." He continued as he looked to the two men and then back to Dean with a sheepish look on his face.

He, like Dean, had always had problems with red tape and suits and it wasn't until it was him that was in the firing line that he actually had to give some respect. He really needed to know what was going to happen with what had happened just a couple of days ago.

Dean looked back to his friend with a slight nod of his head as he looked to Johnny, knowing that the man had a few clients that he had worked with over the last couple of weeks.

"As long as I'm working, I don't care." Dean growled back to the three men with irritation in his moss green eyes as he turned away from them and walked out the door. The annoyance that was running through his body tore at him as he forced himself to walk away from the situation, like Sam always told him too.

As soon as he left the room, he knew that the three men would be talking about him. He could guess that Adams was saying what a good worker he was despite his short-comings, while Johnny talked about how he had saved his life. He also knew that the cheap suit would probably be talking about how he was a liability.

Walking into the floor of the shop he glanced around himself, wondering where he should start, it wasn't usual that he was working in the shop alone and there were a lot of cars.

Dean was stopped in his wondering when he heard the noise of a set of Jimmy Cho heels, it sometimes paid to have three older sisters, whenever he could get a date.

Turning towards the sound, Dean's mouth jumped open when he saw the black heel Jimmy Chos followed by long, smooth, tanned legs half covered by the short designer black skirt. Her beautiful slim waist was covered by baby blue jumper that ran smoothly down her arms.

That was only her outfit and he knew that the style really did look good on someone so hot.

The woman had naturally tanned features that seemed to highlight her dark brown eyes and high cheek bones. The plump red lips covered by a light shine, her make-up light, though he could tell that she didn't need make-up to make herself look beautiful.

This was all followed up by the long dark brown hair that ran down her body in light curls, reaching past her shoulders, and looked silky smooth. Her hair looked just a little darker than Piper's hair and went beautifully with the rest of her image.

The girl's brown eyes soon met with his own as he felt himself stutter not knowing what to do. Dopily he walked over to the brunette as if he was in a trance.

"Hi." Dean spoke to the brunette with a deep breath, his breathing having increased slightly as he stared towards the gorgeous brunette. Nothing else running in his mind as he moved closer to her, ignoring everything else around him.

The hot brunette, as Dean had now named her, walked towards Dean until there was only around ten centimetres of difference between the two. Both looking to one another with dazed complexions, all because they couldn't help but check out the other and really liked what they saw.

"Hi." The hot brunette returned to Dean in slight confusion as she looked to him with lusting eyes, and his eyes showing the same lust. Neither of them seemed to be thinking straight as they both looked to one another, both ignorant to everything else around them.

Dean then shook his head trying to get his trying to get his mind off of the hot brunette before him and back onto business as he turned his eyes a little, to look past the hot brunette and towards the wall.

"Oh, sorry, I have an appointment with Johnny Coleson." The hot brunette said a little flustered, as she seemed to have noticed that he was staring past her and then seemed to have noticed that she was yet to say something. Feeling rather stupid at the moment.

She had been coming to this garage for years, always having Johnny fixing up her car and never once had she ever seen the gorgeous green eyed blonde before in all those years. He made her boyfriend look like nothing and he was a pretty attractive guy.

Dean turned away from the hot brunette looking around one of the many cars, trying to keep himself from the hot brunette. He didn't need to get himself distracted by a beautiful girl again.

"Appointment?" Dean questioned with a gulp, hoping to god that this wasn't Ms Braeden and that Ms Braeden was a nice old woman with curly grey hair and not a brunette bombshell with the eyes to match. Hell the woman looked like someone Phoebe would be jealous of and she wasn't jealous of much.

Dean knew for a fact that if she was in fact Ms Braeden then he wouldn't be able to do a single bit of work until she was gone.

The girl was absolutely gorgeous and Dean had seen a lot of gorgeous women in his past, hell he had dated more than a few of them, worse than even his Grams, except for the fact that he hadn't married any of his conquests. She was just so beautiful.

The girl looked to Dean with apprehension setting into her tan features as she frowned with confusion, not knowing how to respond, having expected someone else.

"Yeah, I called him about my car." The hot brunette replied to the man before her with an apprehensive smile on her face. She looked around the room trying to see if she could find Johnny for her car but he was nowhere to be found. The only person that she could see was the gorgeous blonde mechanic.

Dean looked to her questioningly, something that he mostly seen in his little brother than in him. He looked towards the hot brunette with a light smile on his features, trying to hide his frown from his family.

"Ms Braeden?" Dean asked the woman before him a little unsure although he knew that that the woman had to be Ms Braeden. Hell she would be knowing his luck in the last couple of weeks. First he finds out he's a witch and now he's confronted with a hot girl.

This wasn't going to end well for him and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't take his eyes off of the hot brunette before him. She was just so beautiful.

The hot brunette looked to him with a small frown unsure whether or not she should say who she is to the man. She knew she was being a little irrational but she had no idea who this man was and furthermore the man was utterly gorgeous.

"Yeah, who are you?" The woman now known as Ms Braden asked the blonde haired man with confusion, wondering how he knew her name, although she knew it was irrational. The man was a mechanic and her name was probably in a book of clients for today.

"Dean. Dean Halliwell." Dean returned to the hot brunette with a big smile on his face as he looked to her with a gleeful expression. "You're mechanic for the day." He expressed with a sense of pride when he noted the blush come over Ms Braeden's pleasant face.

It was always nice to know that he had that kind of effect on someone so quite possibly above his league.

The blush soon left her features as Ms Braeden looked to him with a bit of worry in her dark brown eyes as she looked around the auto shop a little.

"Oh, right, is there a problem?" Ms Braeden asked as she continued to look around.

"Nothing serious, he's just taking a personal day." Dean responded, knowing that Johnny was most definitely not going to be working today, the man was in shock. Hell, Dean was more than a little shocked by what had happened and if he had just been a second later in freezing the scene then Johnny would be dead.

Ms Braeden nodded her head.

"Oh right, you are certified right?" Ms Braeden found herself questioning Dean's ability as a mechanic, being one for suspicion around people she didn't know. It was something that she had done her whole life and not something that she wouldn't be stopping.

Dean glanced to the gorgeous brunette with a raised eyebrow, feeling a little irritated over the woman questioning his ability to do the job he had been doing more or less from childhood. It was something that his father had taught him, whenever his Grams had allowed him to come over.

He rolled his shoulders, wanting to relax himself a little.

"Yeah, I'm certified, have been since I was fifteen." Dean confirmed towards Ms Braeden with a small smile on his face, completely proud of his achievement. It was one of the only things that he had done in his life for him to be really proud of. It had made his Grams really proud, despite her having stuck to her guns and made him go to school every day.

He had never really been good at much growing up, Prue, Phoebe and Sam were smart as hell and Piper was the best chef in the world.

His talent had always laid in cars.

Ms Braeden looked to Dean with a shocked smile on her face as she wondered how he could get a job at such a young age. She hadn't even got her first job until she was nearly eighteen and had faked her age to get a job working at a bar.

"Wow, that's early." Ms Braeden expressed with a big smile on her face, her tone humorous, though she didn't know if she was flirting or not at the moment. It was hard to determine when the man looked so good. "Your dad work here or something?" She asked of the blonde as she wondered how someone got into this kind of job at such an early age, younger than even her when she got her first job.

Despite the knowledge that she had a boyfriend, Ms Braeden felt herself checking Dean out and even more, she was wondering if he was single. It was so unlike her.

Dean's smirk at hearing the question dropped a little. Although his father had taught him everything he knew about cars, it definitely wasn't him that had helped him get this job.

His father had died when he was twelve, and it was when his Grams officially became Sam and his legal guardian, despite her being there since his mom died when he was only four. The whole thing still upset him, since he had always had a great relationship with his dad. Wanting to spend every minute with him when he was around.

Though he wasn't around often.

Dean shrugged his shoulders as he looked to the hot brunette with a light smile passing over his features, his mind thinking about his Grams and his Dad.

"No, my Grams got me the job." Dean owed up, surprising himself as he spoke about his Grams after not really talking about her since her death. "I think she dated the owner or something." He continued with a frown, his face turning to disgust as he thought about it. Then again his Grams romantic history had always made him feel a little nauseous when he thought about it.

He had always been happy for his Grams, always egging her on but thinking about it wasn't something that he liked doing unless trying to annoy his brother.

His mind seemed to wander a little when he thought about his Grams, thinking of all the things she had done in his nineteen years. His Grams was someone to be proud of and she had been, though she had hate all men but Sam and himself, the only men that she truly cared about.

"You never know with my Grams." Dean spoke with a small smirk circling on his fair features, knowing that his Grams had had quite a few men in her life. Hell the woman had been married about six times and that was only the times that she was married, there had been a lot more in between.

Thinking about it, he remembered back in high school his Grams had gotten very friendly with his world history teacher, Mr. Gerald White, he had learned that name when he had heard his Grams say it multiple times and then there was Sam's gym teacher and a few other people, probably one of Prue or Piper's teachers and more than definitely one of Phoebe's teachers, Grams saw those ones enough times.

Ms Braeden looked to him with a light smile on her gorgeous features.

"She sounds like a fascinating woman." Ms Braeden said, her voice light and loving, wonder filling her eyes as she imagined the amazing woman that put a smile on the blonde's face. She could see the sparkle in his eye, telling her that his Grams was a great woman in his life.

It was cute.

Dean ducked his head with a small blush in his cheeks. It was really funny but people commenting on him had no effect on his behaviour but he had to admit that what did was people saying good things about his family, especially if he thought the same things.

He shrugged the feeling off of him.

"Yeah, she was that." Dean admitted, still missing the elder woman more than anything in the world.

"Was? God, I'm so sorry." At hearing the distinctive "was", Ms Braeden found herself paling not really knowing what to say to the man. Though what she had said was the usual, just what everyone else said?

She had personally always hated it when people said that. It was as if they knew the person that had died and they hadn't known anything.

"It's fine." Dean responded, his eyes downcast as he tried to hold onto his emotions. "Six months is a long time." He responded, his eyes distant looking past Lisa and back to the broken part of the lift.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Ms Braeden responded, feeling bad for even mentioning it.

"Like I said Ms Braeden, it's fine." Dean said with a smile, looking back to the brunette. He knew that she was sorry, everyone was always sorry and although it usually annoyed him, especially when Sam wanted to talk, like the kid always did, he didn't feel that way with Ms Braeden.

Ms Braeden looked to Dean, smiling with a blush, her eyes sparkling with a flutter.

"Please, call me Lisa. I always think of my mother when people say Ms Braeden." Ms Braeden, now known as Lisa, said with a giggle. She felt more than a little comfortable with Dean, though she didn't know why that was. Dean just seemed like such a great person.

The kind of person that she would really love to get to know further.

Dean looked down with a chuckle of his own, a slight drawl in his voice as he spoke. Although he was from California and had lived there all his life, he didn't quite sound it. Then again his Grams was from Boston and his father was from Kansas.

"Yeah, I always thank god that I don't have my father's name." Dean responded with his game face on, the one that Sam always hated. It was the look that made every girl drop their jaw, later their underwear, and even made a few boys look twice.

What could he say, he was a hot looking guy.

Lisa joined him with the smile as she stepped a little bit closer to him, bring them both to a couple of inches away from one another. Her heels hitting against the ground.

"Well, you don't see much of that." Lisa said with a sultry voice, her eyes asking him to make a move while her body tried to hide its obvious arousal. Though that happened a lot when woman were near him.

He just couldn't help being so handsome.

"Yeah, you don't, but Grams was relentless." Dean responded with a small chuckle. "Made my Mom keep her name, and make sure the kids kept the Halliwell name too." He could just imagine that argument and how his mother and Grams and Victor agreed that Prue would have the name of Halliwell and then again with him and Sam when dad came on the scene. He would have loved to have seen that argument.

Sam didn't really know but Grams and Dad had fairly similar personalities and it had often drove his mother nuts if what his sister said was correct. It was laughable really.

Lisa laughed at his answer, causing him to smile. He frowned, wondering if he was actually flirting and if she was flirting with him because this seemed so natural. Lisa was easily the most beautiful woman he had ever met.

He had met a lot of women.

"Wow, she really does sound like a great woman." Lisa smiled as she chewed a little on her bottom lip, wondering if Dean was catching on to the obvious flirting between them both. She had never felt this kind of chemistry before in all of her life.

"Always was." Dean smirked too her.

"So Lisa, what's up?" Dean asked, stunning the brunette into a small stutter as she didn't seem to completely understand what the man was saying. She seemed to be a little bit loft, exactly what Dean wanted her to be.

If things worked the way that he wanted them too, then she would be putty in his hands.

"Nothing, just really not looking forward to going to class." Lisa expressed with clear annoyance at having to go to class while not realising that she had fallen for everything he had said and done, hook, line and sinker.

She was relaxed now and his for the taken.

"I mean with the car." Dean responded to the brunette with a smirk.

It was obvious by the deep blush that was filling, Lisa's face that he had really gotten to her by what he had said to her and that was exactly what he wanted. He wanted to see her blush.

Lisa looked away from Dean, her brown eyes trying to hide the obvious embarrassment that she was now currently under as she refused to look at him, trying to will herself from looking to him.

"Oh, my god, that's embarrassing." Lisa cried out with a red look painted on her tanned face, making her look so cute in his eyes. Dean really, really wanted to go up and kiss her right now. He stopped himself from stepping closer to Lisa.

"I don't mind." His smirk clear on his face as he said what he needed to, a charming smile on his face as he watched Lisa finally turn back to look at him with a small shy smile on her dark features. She seemed so great right now.

She smelled really good too.

"So the car?" Dean responded to the brunette as he stepped to the smile, wanting to let himself calm a little by getting himself away from Lisa. The woman was amazing but she was distracting as hell.

Lisa smiled at him and everything that he had just said, not realising that he had completely got himself ingrained on her mind.

"Yeah, I eh-" Lisa spoke to the handsome blonde with a loving smile as she stepped towards him, her eyes gave a slight sparkle as she walked towards him. She was so focused on Dean that she didn't see the slight oil spill on the ground and went to step on it.

Dean smirked to her as he looked down a little sheepishly when he noticed the spill of oil on the ground, having worked in the garage for a couple of weeks he knew that the heels, Lisa was wearing would make the girl crash to the floor, especially when he had tried that out on his sister.

"Stop!" Dean yelled out to the brunette trying to stop her from what could be a terrible fall for both Lisa and the garage. Dean pulled his hands up as if to stop her when she did stop.

Dean gave a thankful sigh of relief and then he frowned when he didn't he the noise of her shoes, he then noticed that she had stopped moving all together and then he began to breathe a little heavy, knowing that he had froze her with his powers.

Lisa was frozen.

"Not again." Dean cried out with a wave of his hands as he waved them in front of Lisa, trying his hardest to get some kind of a reaction. To somehow unfreeze the brunette, despite knowing that he hadn't been able to do that yet. Not that he practised, with Prue's orders it was made clear that no powers was demanded of him.

He didn't want to rub it in Sam's face either, not when the kid didn't have any powers of his own that they could tell of.

Dean blinked his eyes back, annoyance in his eyes, looking up he turned to the office and noticed the slightest of movement coming from the office. Fear began to sky rocket him when he realised that the people in the office hadn't been frozen and that it was only Lisa that seemed to be frozen.

Dean shrugged his shoulders to stop himself from shaking as he looked around himself, he looked down and then again noticed the slick of oil on the ground that Lisa was seconds away from stepping on.

He moved past his fears and over to the brunette, grabbing a hold of Lisa's arms in case someone seen them or even if Lisa unfroze.

It was then that she did unfreeze, slipping across the floor as Dean grabbed a hold on the girl tighter, Lisa falling into his arms with a shocked expression on her face.

Lisa looked into Dean's eyes with a sheepish expression, licking her lips and staring straight into Dean's moss green eyes. She tried not to think about the incredibly strong grip the muscled arm had around her petite waist, not wanting to thank about the feel of her body on his. She knew he was hot but this was ridiculous.

Lisa shook herself from her daze, looking down on the ground with a shy look that was nothing like her. She had never been a shy person, hell, she was a yoga instructor and had taught people all kinds of things with their bodies. Yet now she seemed out of it.

It was then that Lisa found the mixture of oil lying on the ground by her feet, a slight fade from when she had slipped through the oil.

"Whoa, god thanks. My hero." Lisa proclaimed with thankfulness in her tone, back to her normal everyday attitude when she had noticed the oil, now knowing that the man hadn't grabbed a hold of her for no reason. She felt a lot stronger in herself now.

The bright smile filled her features, not knowing that it was making Dean stutter slightly as she moved out of his hold, steadily getting back to her feet. Now that she was standing, she missed the feel of his body around her own.

Dean smirked at the brown haired woman and then her words really hit him. "My hero". Ever since he had become a witch, he had been seen as a hero to Adams, to Johnny and now to Lisa.

"Yeah apparently that's going around." Dean responded humourlessly with a fake smile plastered over his lips as he looked around himself in apprehension in his eyes. Although he loved that he was now a super powerful witch with the super power to freeze time, he didn't really know how it would change his life.

He looked back to Lisa and then a real smile suddenly filled his face as he looked to the beautiful brunette that looked to him with thankful eyes, looking to him like the hero she thought he was. The idea of asking her out terrified him as he looked away from Lisa again, hoping he didn't freeze time again.

This was going to be a seriously long day and the day had only just started.

* *P *D * P*S * P* *

Having dropped Sammy off at school for the day and with the knowledge that Prue or Dean were going to pick him up, Piper now found herself outside the old church. She wasn't really a religious person, though she had been to church a number of times in the past. She knew that Sam did believe in all of that stuff, knew that he prayed every night.

Now she found herself sitting in her car wondering about that dumb documentary and not to mention the things that Sam had said to her. All her thoughts were slightly worrying as she felt the need to come to the church. The window was open, giving her some much needed air.

The wind blowing her hair and the coolness relaxing her body.

A bang on the opposite window startled her as Piper flicked her body to the other side of the car with a startled gasp as she lifted her hands off of the steering wheel, seeing a man's body before her. Piper felt fear rise in her body as she wondered who it was while the person leaned down.

"Pastor Williams! Oh, you scared me." Piper said with a gasp as she felt her beating heart calm down a little, her eyes drifting to the dark skinned man with the white collar and black suit.

She knew the man from childhood, and knew that Sam still came to the church pretending that it was baseball practice so that Dean wouldn't make fun of him. He didn't want Dean to know that he had faith. That was something that she could understand, she wouldn't have told Dean either if it was her.

Pastor Williams looked to Piper sheepishly, feeling bad for having startled her while Piper was inwardly glad that her powers hadn't acted up again.

"I'm sorry. Aren't you a little early?" Pastor Williams asked the brunette with slight confusion in his eyes, wondering if he had gotten the wrong time or something because having known Piper for quite a few years he knew that the young woman was always on time.

He had seen more of her and her brother Sam after the death of Penny Halliwell, though he knew that it was at Sam's insistence. Out of all of the Halliwell's, he knew that Sam was the one that believed.

Piper looked to him with a confused expression in her dark brown eyes, not understanding what the Pastor was meaning, though she wondered if Sam was supposed to be going to the church today and if he was then why hadn't the Pastor asked about him.

"Dropping off the unused food from you're restaurant. I thought you weren't coming over till this afternoon." Pastor William clarified when he had noted the obvious confusion on Piper's face.

Piper frowned wondering what he was meaning when it clicked in her brain. "Yeah, I am… I mean I'm coming back later. With everything." Piper expressed confusingly as she moved her hands about in gesture felling like a right idiot now with all her rabbles.

The Pastor nodded his head at that information. "Great. So what are you doing here now?" he asked Piper, the confusion still on his face as he wondered what could be troubling the young woman.

Piper looked around in a startled wonder, thinking about what she could and couldn't tell the Pastor as it wasn't exactly her secret. If she was to tell someone then it would affect the whole family, not just her and she knew that Sam loved this church.

Looking down for a second Piper tried to think of everything that she and Sam had talked about, along with her small fears and thought of what she should say.

"Nothing really, just eh, just thinking." Piper stuttered out, unsure of herself as she felt herself looking back up to the Pastor with a bite of her bottom lip. Ever since the discovery was made, Piper found herself unsure of the witch thing and more and more happy that Sam didn't seem effected.

Though right now she wished that she was Sam, she wished that he had the powers and she didn't have them.

The Pastor glanced to Piper with a kind expression, the expression he used in all of his sermons. "About?" He asked the young brunette, his tone soft and inviting. He really wanted to know if he could help the young brunette woman right now.

Piper bit her lip. "Mary Este." she continued shyly as she tried to the Pastor whishing that she hadn't said anything now but not able to take it back. The whole thing really was annoying. I really should have just shut up. She thought with irritation.

"Who?" Pastor Williams asked with confusion, not sure what the brunette meant.

"Oh, it's just a stupid documentary I saw." Piper responded, an idea coming to her mind at those words. "By the way laugh is it true that eh evil beings can't go into a church without being..." Piper asked while making a zipping noise, using her fingers for emphasis as she the Pastor laughed at her words.

Piper laughed with him, a little self-consciously as she looked to the Pastor, needing an honest answer from the man though she didn't know what he could do to help her.

"Evil beings. You mean, like, what, vampires?" Pastor Williams asked the brunette with laughter in his voice and a smile on his face. Letting himself fall into the obvious joke, or at least he thought it was a joke.

Piper laughed with him uncomfortably as she inwardly wondered whether or not vampires existed and made a reminder to check that stupid book later.

"Vampires, no." Piper said with laughter in her voice. "I was thinking more along the lines of witches?" She continued with a bit of laughter in her voice as she tried to make her voice sound jokey but knowing that she was more or less failing in that area.

The pastor nodded his head, while Piper chewed on her inner cheek wondering what he was going to say about witches and God and the church.

"Witches huh? Let me put it to you this way, I sure wouldn't wanna risk it." Pastor Williams considered with a small smile on his face, not really understanding what Piper was meaning but hoping that he could help her at least a little. He knew that something had to have happened to freak her out.

Piper nodded at the information she was given.

"I gotta go. I'll see ya later." Pastor William told the young witch with a light smile on his face, hoping that he could have helped her. Pressing his fingers against the car door before pushing himself off of the car.

Piper smiled at the Pastor, trying not to think about what she had just discussed.

"Yeah, okay, absolutely." Piper said with a light smile on her face as the Pastor left Piper to her thoughts, walking away from the car.

Sitting there, Piper found herself wondering over the stupid documentary and her conversation with Sam, needing to know if she was still good. She wanted to know if she could still be a good person and a witch.

Piper sat in the car watching silently as Pastor Williams walked towards the church doors and stepped into them without a care in the world, wishing that she too could do that.

Biting her lip, Piper undid her seatbelt and got out of the black jeep with her keys in hand, fidgeting with the keys she walked towards the church doors with the determination of Phoebe or Dean, internally she was terrified as she made her way forward. Scared of all repercussions of what could happen.

Playing with the keys in her hands, Piper walked up the stairs of the church and with a shaking hand went to open the door when the sudden sounds of thunder broke her determination. It hearing the thunder Piper threw her hands in the air and ran from the church. No way was she entering a church when it could shock the living daylights out of her. She had never really believed in God but right now she was terrified of his wrath.

Inwardly she couldn't help but feel happy that at least her brother would still be able to keep his believes and still be able to enter a church cause right now she knew that she couldn't. Piper quickly got herself back in the car, doing up her seatbelt, starting the car up and driving away as fast as she could away from the area.