AU:/ Hey everyone I would like to thank everyone for their support and comments while writing this fanfic. It's not really easy having to troll through the episodes to get everything you can hear and see down though your comments have made it worthwhile.
I hope that everyone will enjoy this story and for those who wanted to know, I don't know myself if I am going to have Castiel in the story as Leo is going to be the whitelighter but I am trying to keep to the Charmed show while trying to keep to the Supernatural storyline as well. For everyone that wants to know about Sam then you'll just have to wait and see.
When I started this story it was because I had read so much Charmed and Supernatural stories and I thought I knew where I was going with it and though I do have an idea, I'm not sure how much is going to be in it. I have currently done a video for Youtube on this and it should be up soon under Supercharmed. Hope you all enjoy it.
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Chapter 11
The offices of the Buckland's auction house seemed to look twice as better as the ones from the museum that she had worked into. Prue walked along in a slight hurry having not thought that much in regards to her timing and the amount of things that she would need as she rushed towards the lifts with annoyance.
She had been more than surprised when she had gotten a phone call from the old auction house asking her to come in for an interview when she hadn't really put out any feelers for a job. She had wanted to get everything sorted with Phoebe and the boys before she did anything, not to mention the witch stuff.
Right now however she was late.
"Hold the doors." Prue yelled out as she ran towards the lift doors with the black portfolio in hand and the bag as the other. The black suit she wore was pressed and new, something she had just bought weeks before. Something she thought she could use for the hopeful promotion.
She banged the half closed door as it opened back up making her rush in, however when the door opened again she dropped her bag, the portfolio in her hands almost falling as well half open.
"Uh, damnit, can you eh, push twelve please." Prue cried out as she leaned down to go and pick the bag up looking through the bag to make sure nothing was out of place. The lift door closing as she put her portfolio down on the ground with irritation.
She wished that she was more ready for this interview, wishing that she didn't need to worry about the boys, her sisters, the witch stuff.
"Hu-hu, here let me help." The man to her right spoke as he knelt down to help her, his English accent coming out as he spoke. The man picked up the cards that she was using to help her get through the interview. "Eighteenth century French art, do you work at the auction house upstairs?" The man asked her curiously.
Prue glanced to the man seeing the relaxed look of the blue shirt and the jeans, behind him a builder. She sighed before looking down on the cards to see which one he was on.
"No, just interviewing if I ever get there in time." Prue expressed with annoyed irritation. "Don't wanna get my King Louis messed up." she continued as she took the cards from the man before her with annoyance. She really hated nosy people especially lately.
She heard the man give a slight huff as Prue looked up to see they were at floor three and the lift was beginning to get a little crowded with the black skinned man in the suit, the man beside her, the builder with the hit and another man. All looking bored.
Prue huffed in annoyance again as she looked to her watch seeing that she was slowly and fastly running out of time and she was going to blame it all on Phoebe if she was late. She inwardly growled in irritation when he cell phone began ringing, hoping to god that it wasn't Sam's school.
It was the last thing that she needed when she had an important interview and in need of a job.
"Hello," Prue asked with a professional tone, not wanting people to hear her annoyance. "eh, Andy, how did you get this number?" she asked while silently trying to murder one of her siblings, Sam probably, she wondered if she could do that seeing as she could move things with her mind.
She could hear the small laughter in Andy's voice and wished that things could go back to the way they were in high school back when everything was simple.
"I'm a detective, remember?" As if it wasn't Sam that had told him the damn number. "Prue I think we should talk." Andy asked his brunette lover as he sat down on his desk with a defeated tone of voice, hoping that he and Prue could actually have a conversation.
He hadn't went and gotten Prue's number from Sam for nothing.
"Yeah, you know but I'm really late for this interview." Prue expressed with slight annoyed irritation in her voice as she turned her head to the side away from prying ears, she got enough of that from home. Right now she really wanted to stop this conversation.
Andy found himself being slightly annoyed that Prue was again ignoring the conversation that they knew they needed to have together.
"I didn't mean for what happened last night to happen, Prue, you have to know that." Andy told his girlfriend, or at least who he hoped was his girlfriend, his tone loving and bright. He wanted to talk about what had happened. Talk about the sex that they had had.
Prue blanched at those words as she heard them. She didn't want to talk right now, especially not about sex. Not when Phoebe was already using that against her at the moment.
She needed to think of something else right now as she looked down on the ground.
"Of course I am, you know totally wrong for it anyway, stuffy old auction house, don't know why they even called." Prue spoke with annoyance in her eyes as she thought of what she could say to Andy to make him stop whatever he was about to start. She knew that this usually worked on Phoebe, with Sam and Dean being a little harder with Sam always wanting to talk and Dean being Dean.
Prue shook her head not wanting to think about her brothers or her sisters' right at the moment.
Inwardly Prue was desperate to think of anything else that would get her mind off of the kids and back onto business. She needed to focus on her work and not on her relationship with Andy or lack thereof.
"Come on Prue, listen to me, we've known each other for a long time. We just couldn't help ourselves its nothing to be ashamed of." Andy expressed to the charming brunette his tone one of charm that could rival that of Dean's charm.
Prue bit her lip in annoyance as the lift stopped to allow more people into the lift, more people that where going to a floor lower than the one that she needed to be on.
"I know Andy." Prue stated.
"All we did was make love." Andy spoke with loving affection in his tone as he tried to put his point across to Prue. Sam had told him to just say what he wanted to say, the kid being an expert on talking.
Prue not so much.
"I know Andy." Prue stated sternly.
Her tone was one of pure annoyance as she wanted to desperately not talk about what had happened last night. At least not until she had figured it out in her own mind. She already had her siblings in her mind right now and so did not need to have this conversation.
It was now that she wished that this was Sam's school because at least they wouldn't be talking about what they were now currently talking about. It wasn't fair, hadn't been ever since she had discovered her craft.
"Then talk to me. Help me out here Prue, how could you sneak out like that." Andy questioned her with slight annoyance in his voice and wonder for what he could have done. He knew that she had a kid to worry about but surely the fifteen year old could do things himself and then there was the others.
He could admit that his tone was fairly begging like but he couldn't help it.
At hearing those words, a flair of annoyed irritation came upon her.
"I did not sneak… out, right. You were asleep, I didn't want to wake you. And I…I did write you a not I just didn't leave it." Prue yelled out in annoyance feeling more than a little self-conscious at her words knowing that all the men in the lift will have heard her. She pulled her face towards the corner and away from the noise.
Andy looked slightly annoyed as he watched the people walk past him.
The sudden sounds of rattling on the phone was heard as Andy found himself frowning with annoyance in his eyes as he looked around with a huff assuming that Prue had just hung up on him right now. Guess Sam was wrong.
Putting the phone down, Andy gave a huff of anger before going back to work.
"Hello? Hello?" Prue called down the phone with irritation and confusion as she tried to get an answer from her... from Andy. Sighing she pulled the phone back from her ear, looking at it to find that Andy had hung up on her.
Giving a huff of annoyance she clicked the button so that it wouldn't ruin the money she had left on it before looking back up to see all of the men look away from her. Prue rolled her eyes in annoyance, a bit of gossip and they turned to her, they were worse than Dean.
Prue looked up at the numbered dials watching the lift go up and up and then turned towards the buttons and saw that at least four of them were lit up. She huffed again in annoyance but when the door went to open on floor seven she had had enough.
She could not afford to be late knowing that Dean and Piper could not afford to pay the bills on their own and furthermore there was the problem that Dean may not have a job left by next week. Looking to the door, Prue, pulled her anger together and forced the door closed.
"Hey!" The builder cried out with annoyance as he stepped towards the door when it suddenly closed again with Prue concentrating on floor twelve. The man began banging on the button and then on the door with annoyance as the lift continued on. "Hey, it missed my floor."
The lift continued to go up as all of the men tried to press the buttons, trying to get the lift to stop in whatever way they could. "It skipped my floor." Another man cried out as Prue bit her lip concentrating on the number twelve. On her floor which coincidently happened to be the top floor.
"Damn, can't believe it. It did it again." Another man complained as Prue stopped using her powers when the lift went above floor ten with a big smile on her face as she watched it go up, seeing some of the men looking to her with amassment, not that they knew what she had done.
"Well that was strange, lucky you huh." The man in the blue shirt beside her spoke with amazement as he looked to Prue with a small smile circling on his face.
Prue smiled to the man before her as she watched the lift open up on her floor with a smile of happiness.
"Yeah, I'm Charmed alright." Prue replied with a small smile on her face, starting to feel a lot happier with her powers and all they had brought to her recently. She didn't see the men checking her out but she could tell as she walked out of the lift and walking away.
Things might actually work out with these powers which was something that she was more than looking forward too as she made her way towards the meeting that she hoped would give her a much needed job.
* *P *D * P*S * P* *
Despite it being only lunch time; Quake was thriving with people of all different ages, the place was alive and it seemed to speak to Phoebe as she walked through the restaurant, a recite in hand, as well as the white shirt and black dress pants that all of the waitresses in Quake had to wear.
The smile was clear on her face as she walked with passion, happy to be back in San Francisco after having been gone for six months. She was more than happy that Piper was paying her to sub for someone that was off, that would get Prue off her back for a while.
"Here, you go, thanks." Phoebe told the latest customer as she passed him the recite in her hand. The man gave his thanks as Phoebe went to walk away, a tingle in her mind.
Phoebe glanced back to the man with curiosity in her eyes as she tried to connect a name with his utterly charming face. She knew that she knew him, knew that he was from New York. Phoebe began searching her mind when it clicked in her brain and she looked to him with amazement.
The man was playing around with the receipt as Phoebe found herself looking to the man with dizzy brown eyes, seeing someone she knew she knew and respected.
"Excuse me, but..." Phoebe asked as she gained the man's attention as he turned to her with a smile. "Aren't you Stefan?" Phoebe questioned the man, hoping she hadn't totally ruined the man's afternoon with his date.
The man looked to Phoebe as she clasped her hand together nervously, biting onto her lip in a nervous way as she tried to contain her excitement. The man smiling as he nodded his head towards the brunette.
"Yes, I'm sorry but do we know each other." Stefan asked the brunette curiously as Phoebe shook her head, very nervous about the conversation, having met her idol.
The beautiful red haired girl in the pink cardigan glanced to Phoebe with a small smile on her face, unsure of what to do in this situation as she glanced between Phoebe and Stefan nervously.
"Oh highly doubtful I'm just familiar with your work like everyone else in the world." Phoebe expressed with passion towards his work. She had seen his work plenty of times in the past, even before she went to New York, and it impressed her. He was good.
Phoebe glanced between Stefan and the red head with a nervous smile as she pointed a little to the woman in example. She went weak when he smiled brightly towards Phoebe.
"Well I don't know about that." Stefan said, the New York drawl that Phoebe loved so much coming out clear. "But I'll always take a compliment from a gorgeous woman." He continued, his tone sounding sultry voice, tempting the brunette with his words as he spoke.
Phoebe felt a bit unconscious at those words, looking to the red head and then to Stefan.
"Well, I'm sure your girlfriend must appreciate that." Phoebe spoke to the man with uncertainty in her brown eyes as she glanced to the red head who gave her a small smile as she heard Phoebe's words.
The man glanced between the brunette and the read head and then leaned into Phoebe.
"She's not my girlfriend." Stefan whispered.
"Then why are you whispering." Phoebe whispered back to the man as she leaned into him, her voice not exactly a whisper but that of a child's whisper.
At hearing those words the read head rolled her eyes. "Excuse me?" The woman said sternly before getting up and walking away from Phoebe and Stefan.
"Oh, oh, okay," Phoebe said uncomfortably.
Phoebe watched the young woman leave with apprehension over what she may have done as she patted the man's arm. "Well it was really nice meeting you." She said before walking away from her idol a smile on her face.
"You too, listen, listen," Stefan said hurriedly as he grabbed a hold of Phoebe's arm pulling her back towards him. "I'm in town for a couple of days doing a Porsche shoot. If you're interested stop by I would love to photograph you. You do model don't you?" Stefan continued as he got a pen out from his jacket and began writing something down on the napkin, passing it to Phoebe.
Phoebe received the napkin with a star smacked expression on her face as she couldn't help but keep a smile on her face.
"In my dreams, yeah." Phoebe said dreamily towards the man before her. Growing up she used to dream of being a model, actress or singer; just like most teenager girls dream off and that had been partly the reason why she had went to New York.
It was actually something that both Piper and Prue never wanted that she did.
Looking down on the napkin and reading the address "78 Waterfront BLVD" written down with black ink, and it made Phoebe's heart stutter a little as she gave Stefan a small wave before walking away. A big smile on her face as she went.
She was walking dreamily away and distracted so much that she was startled when Piper suddenly came up to her and grabbed a hold of her wrists tightly.
"A driver just called in sick can you do a delivery." Piper asked her little sister, her tone begging as she grabbed tighter at Phoebe's wrists not noticing the younger woman tense as she held her.
Though right now Piper really didn't care that she was freaking her sister out.
"Sure. Is that guy at the bar staring at me?" Phoebe questioned her sister with a fairly relaxed tone as she still found her body tensing from Piper's surprisingly strong grip.
Piper looked around the room in a hurray before looking back to Phoebe. "A lot of the guys at the bar are staring at you." Piper said with a rushed voice, needing to get back to work and freaking out at the same time.
She didn't even want to think about everything else that had been going about on her mind recently and she really did have to get back to work.
"The one at the far end. Tall, dark, brooding, very New York." Phoebe said while shaking her hands in total emphasis of the man while she listed off his good points steadily.
Piper looked around the room again, noting that nobody fit the description "Sorry no." she said quickly before rushing off to work again, having to get everything ready.
Phoebe frowned at her sister's response, stepping forward trying to see if she could see Stefan before finding that he was not there. Phoebe sighed before looking down on the napkin with a soft smile circling on her lips.
Maybe moving back to San Francisco would be a good thing after all.
* *P *D * P*S * P* *
"He's seen your resume and very impressed, but I have to tell you he's already blown out six other applicants." The assistant to Prue's possible boss spoke with passion for her work as she showed Prue through the twelve floor that was clearly being redecorated. The woman's hands moving for emphasis.
Prue followed her and couldn't help but feel that she had dressed appropriately for the interview if the assistant's outfit was anything to go by. Though the woman's heels could rival those of the ones Phoebe used to steal in childhood.
Though right now Prue's thoughts were not on what the blonde haired woman was wearing and more on the newest business proposal that she wanted to consider. Prue's portfolio moving with her arm.
"I still don't know why he's interested. I mean I never even applied." Prue explained with a frown on her face, inwardly wondering how she could even be considered when she had barely been out of work for a couple of days as she followed the blonde.
The two were now walking together with Prue noting that the blonde was about a head taller than her.
Prue did wonder why she was being considered as she thought about her brothers and sisters and what they would do if she didn't get this job. They needed the money, especially with the house needing so much work and Piper couldn't do everything on her own.
Not when Dean could lose his job one a seconds notice. It seemed like in the last six months Dean had been given more chances than she would care to admit. But the boy was good at his job.
"Well he likes what you did with the museum, even though your ex-boss trashed you." The assistant expressed, moving her hands as she went. "I mean what's Roger got against you anyway?" She questioned with curiosity towards the situation while they both walked into a nicely decorated office leaving to two blue doors.
Prue followed the blonde with appreciation in her dark brown eyes. Despite herself Prue began to wonder if Piper got Sam to school okay, if Dean got fired today or if Phoebe had used her powers again today.
"Hard to say, unless shattering his male ego counts for something, he's also my ex fiancé." Prue said with a smile on her face and humour in her tone.
The assistant smiled at that information. "Got it. You ready?" she asked Prue with a big smile on her face, hoping the brunette was ready for this interview. Prue nodded her head in agreement, more than ready to start this thing. The blonde returned the smile as she opened up the doors.
The assistant opened the doors to reveal a man dressed in a black suit. "Rex Buckland, this is Prue Halliwell interviewing for the new specialist." She told the young man with the brown hair as the man turned around to reveal himself as the man in the jeans and blue shirt from the lift.
Prue felt herself stutter in shock at seeing the man from the elevator. She hadn't expected him to be the boss and then what she had said to Andy. Oh, God, I am so not getting this job. Prue thought pathetically.
"Actually we've already met. Welcome to my stuffy old action house." The man known formally known as Rex Buckland said to the two women as the man walked over to Prue holding his hand out to her with a smug looking look on his face.
Prue looked back at him with a dark glare as she gave a huff of annoyance. She was so not expecting that.
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On the other side of town the distant sounds of screaming could be heard from inside a huge warehouse miles away from anything else. In the middle of one of the rooms inside was a bright red Porsche as well as some photography equipment.
Walking past the stager was a man like creature carrying a lit candle, his fingers wrinkled from old age as he walked in the darkness. No one would be able to see him while in the darkness as he set the candle down on a stand where so many other candles were.
In the middle of the room the read haired girl from Quake lay strapped to what looked like a table. Her wrists tied above her head and her legs spread apart to the other side. She was terrified.
"Please, I beg you, don't hurt me." The red head cried out with fear running through her eyes as well as the hint of tears. She was terrified.
The girl kept thinking of her family, of her brothers and sisters, her parents, her life. She was only twenty-five and still had a life to lead. She could not die here. She could smell the burning from the candles and a rotten smell she could not identify.
In the shadows she could see someone standing and the sound of music was playing loudly in her ears. She didn't understand. Why? Why was it me? "Let me go! Please, Stefan." She begged, wishing that she were anywhere but here right at the moment.
The man came into the light and instead of a beautifully handsome man stood some dark creature with thinning white grey wisps of hair, a wrinkled face and rotten teeth. Stefan's clothes still on, but they did not fit with the image of the dark soul.
"It's Javna." The creature hissed out to the read head as he stepped forward. His eyes lit up red.
"Oh, my god." The girl gasped out in fear, watching the impossible. "Wait!" She screamed as the eyes got redder and then suddenly two red beams came at her, a sadistic smirk on the creatures face.
She screamed as the red beams came in contact with her eyes making her body tingle with a changing feeling. The girl couldn't feel her body morphing into someone of the age of eighty and not her bright age of twenty-five.
The once girl began mumbling in confusion, unware of where she was or what was going on around her. All of her memories seemed to recede leaving her wittered and fragile as she moaned words that made no sense.
The creature stood there as the woman's youth transferred to him and almost immediately his body morphed from the dark aging creature to the young body of Stefan. Stefan or Javna as he had called himself leaned down to pick up the age old hand mirror before him on the table and lifted it to his face.
He smiled at the young reflection and began laughing darkly. He would stay young forever and nobody was ever going to stop him.
* *P *D * P*S * P* *
Prue was sitting in the midst of one of the much needed interviews she could ever need and already it was going terribly wrong. Not only had she insulted the job while having a very, very bad conversation with her ex-.. no current.. boyfriend? but anyway she had also managed to do it in the presence of her interviewer, the owner of the auction building.
She was so lucky right now, yeah right.
"How many exhibition did you correct?" Rex asked the gorgeous brunette sitting on the chair in front of his desk as he looked through Prue's portfolio while making his way back to his desk, more than a little impressed.
Prue just looked to the man steadily. She already knew that her portfolio was good, already knew that she herself was good. Roger wouldn't have been able to do half the things that she had done during her time at the History museum.
"Seven including the Carlton estate." Prue spoke to the man with great confidence in her abilities, she was good. "It should be on my resume." She continued as she looked to him, pointing with her eyes to the resume he held in his hands.
The Carlton estate had been a major hit for her and it had taken her ages to even get near it. Though she did receive help from her siblings to acquire it and some very un-helpful advice from both Dean and Phoebe. But essentially she had done it all with her determination.
Grams always said that the Halliwell family were very, very determined and stubborn people, the women especially, which did insult Sam a little as he was the most stubbornness Halliwell in the family.
"Franklin Carlton?" Rex asked the latest interviewee with amazement at such an investment. "Oh, well, that's quite a coup." He said as he sat down on his office chair while continuing to look to Prue in amazement.
Having met Franklin Carlton, he knew that the man was stifled as was his family. Receiving anything from them would be such a great achievement and probably the making of Prue Halliwell's career at the museum.
Prue nodded in agreement, though she didn't really need him to tell her that it was good, she already knew she was good and that wasn't cockiness that was just a fact. Both Sam and she were the history buffs in the family and helped each other out with work or homework. They were a formidable team.
"Well I tend to be on the persistent side, I usually get what I want." Prue continued to say with confidence as she knew how true those words were. Even against the likes of Phoebe and Dean she had still managed to get what she had wanted in life, including the apartment that she and Piper had shared for a short time in North Beach.
Prue had spent most of her childhood years losing things, like her mother and her father, John and now her Grams. But it was those losses that had made her fight for what she had left. She fought for her siblings, for her job, for her position in life.
She had fought for Cheerleading captain, class president and even for Sam's guardianship. She was a fighter and she got what she wanted and needed in life.
"Hm, I don't doubt it." Rex commented in agreement as he nodded to Prue's words. He really didn't doubt it, Prue seemed the type. "It's a shame though that you think- How did you put it in the elevator? "Totally wrong for the job"" Rex continued quoting Prue for what she had said with a placid tone as he glanced to her, clasping his hands together.
"That was a private phone conversation." Prue expressed in anger.
If she was being honest right now she was angrier at Andy than at Mr Buckland, but right now she had to keep a level head, she needed this job. She needed to be able to provide for Sam and her Grams' legacy.
"Hardly." Rex responded with a small smirk circling around his lips as he spoke to the feisty brunette.
Prue continued to glare at the man, grabbing a hold of her bag and standing up to face the man. "You called me, remember? Not the other way around." Prue declared to the man as she looked to him. "While we're at it, it's incredibly unfair of you to eavesdrop on a private call and then misjudge me, based entirely on what you thought you heard." Prue reprimanded the man before her with irritation and anger that was not all Rex Buckland's to own.
Rex nodded to everything that Prue had said, feeling that what she had said may have hit a nerve for him as he nodded his head again. He agreed that it was unfair of him.
"I apologize. It was unfair of me." Rex quickly apologised as he looked to Prue with understanding eyes. "I'm new to all of this." He explained while stepping out of his chair and walking over to face Prue more intimately. "I've only just taken over the house for my father, so I'm very protective of it." Rex tried to explain to the witch as he looked to her with obvious passion in his eyes.
Prue returned the look with a sober one of her own as she looked to him with understanding. She understood what he was saying, probably more so than anyone. Hell, she had just inherited a big mess from her Grams, one that she never saw coming.
One that she was still paying off, as were her siblings.
"But you know, I liked what you did at the museum, attracting a younger market." He expressed to Prue with a charm not befitting of someone of his status. "I mean, it's totally consistent with what I want to do here." He continued to explain to Prue, his tone fairly passive as he talked about his dreams for his father's business.
Prue nodded to everything that the man was saying as he sat down on the edge of his desk looking to Prue. She understood. The market was becoming younger and younger, especially when it came to auctions, a different market from the museum, though a market she was used too.
She seen it every day with the boys and even with Phoebe. Hell, Dean went to car auctions more than often, trying to find bits and bobs for his 67 Chevy Impala and then again for his boss. Dean was nineteen.
"It's just that, you know, all these qualifications aside, it is very important to me that whoever I hire truly wants to be here." Rex expressed to the woman waving his hand towards Prue's resume with an impassive gesture.
Prue went to answer the man when a buzzer sound went through the intercom.
"Yeah," Rex answered.
"Excuse me Mr Buckland, your next interview is waiting. Should I reschedule him?" The assistant on the other end of the intercom spoke with a pleasant voice.
Prue looked to Rex as he looked back to her, their brown eyes meeting one another in a type of game of cat and mouse. It was slightly irritating, the way that he was looking at her but she continued to stare him down.
"No, I think we're done here." Rex said into the intercom with a defeated voice as he picked up Prue's resume and passed it towards the woman who took it with slight annoyance in herself.
Prue really wanted to hit herself right now with everything that she had just done. She really did not do well in this interview and didn't exactly show what she could do for the auction house.
Prue just hoped Dean could keep his job for a little while longer.
"Right, well, thanks for your time." Prue spoke to the man pleasantly as she took the folder from him and put it back into her portfolio. Prue stood up straight and looked the man dead in the eyes as she gave him a brush hand shake before moving away.
Prue walked away from the man with determination but as soon as she reached the door, she found herself stopping and turning back around.
Like hell could Dean keep his job for any longer than necessary, the teen was already on his last legs and Sam was still too young to get a proper part-time job.
Prue looked to Rex with a serious face as she stepped back towards him.
"My area of expertise ranges from Ming dynasty to a Mark McGwire rookie baseball card. You name it, I can identify it." Prue told the man with confidence and strength in her voice as she looked to the man that probably held her future and her family's future in his hands. "Now, I may not have sought this job originally, but I do want it. And I am definitely right for it." Prue finished with compassion for her work and giving an air that she was actually that good, which she was.
Prue gave the man one last final look before she walked away, hoping that she had left a lasting impression on the man as she walked out of the door.
Rex looked back to the retreating woman that had now just left his office with amazement in his dark eyes. Prue was right about one thing, she was most definitely right for the job. Crossing his arms against his chest, Rex found himself smirking at the confrontation.
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Sam was walking around the school grounds beside him was Kat, as usual, looking to her he was surprised to see that in the hour they'd been apart that she had changed clothes. He frowned, she hadn't had a bag with her big enough for a change of clothes nor had she had a free period in which too change.
Sam's hazel eyes then caught onto the ACDC band shirt that had been haunting his dreams recently and the gave a complete look at Kat, seeing her mother's earrings, denim skirt, white tights and black shoes. He could see that she was dolled up like she was in his nightmare.
Sam groaned as the weird pain was again in his head, his sense of sound being again cut off by a loud buzzing in his left ear. This was really, really starting to freak him out. Sam tried to shake himself, trying to stop himself from falling into the same zone as his nightmares.
His mind seemed to go blank as he fought to get away from what he was seeing, but couldn't stop himself from walking. He gritted his teeth to try and get the pain away, biting his lip to the point of bleeding. He whimpered, but Kat didn't seem to notice.
Kat was talking to him, what she was saying he didn't know as he followed her against his will. Sam continued to wince over the weird pain that surrounded his head. He could barely think of what was coming next when he heard Kat screeched as the jock bumped into her, making her fall into him as the two teens fell to the ground. He winced.
This was so weird.
Kat yelled the same words as she had before, though he could barely hear them, it felt that his pain was even worse this time. The misery going through him was jarring at his mind as he cried out and whimpered again while Kat was helping him to stand.
Kat was talking again and he couldn't even make her shut-up.
Sam struggled to breathe as he went about the same routine that he had had last night. It was torture.
Kat began picking up her things, unknowingly she was standing in the middle of the road, a red Cadillac making its way towards her. The pain inside, Sam's head got increasingly worse as he felt like screaming in agony, it was then that he looked up to see the red Cadillac coming towards Kat, the blonde still unaware.
"Sam." Weird. That never happened before when he was dreaming. "Sam." The voice called out again as he felt his body shake a little. He ignored it looking back to the nightmare that was beginning to really torture him. He heard a voice continue to call him, it sounded like Kat.
Panic seized the brunette's body as he began running without thinking, but he was too late. Same as it was the last time. The car rushed through Kat throwing the blonde-
"Sam." The voice called out again, effectively pulling Sam from his inner turmoil as his body seized and he felt normal again. Sweat drenched his body, as he looked around himself and a flush of red heat came across him when he found himself in his classroom, with everyone staring at him.
He winced, pulling a hand to his head as his teacher, a young female with short red brown hair by the name of Ms Maxwell, walked towards him. The woman knelt down beside his desk, making Sam feel even more self-conscious than he already was, her brown eyes concerned.
They continued to look at each other as if time stood still while Sam was trying to hide the pain that was in his head. Along with torturing nightmares of Kat's death, he also seemed to suffer from headaches and during the weekend had stolen a couple of Phoebe's pills to stop the pain.
The trance was stopped when the school bell suddenly sounded and the other people immediately stood wanting to get away before Ms Maxwell even thought of declaring homework. Too bad the door was closed. "Homework." Ms Maxwell cried out as the students looked to the door longingly, some glaring at Sam for not distracting her long enough as they all groaned.
Ms Maxwell smiled at the reaction as she stood back up. "I want you to read the rest of the chapter and write a report on what you thought." She declared and everyone nodded, running out the door before Ms Maxwell could say anything else.
Sam ignored them all as he wrote the homework down on his book before packing his things into his bag. "Sam, can you stay for a chat." Ms Maxwell asked him as Sam bit his lip unsure, in all the years that he had been in school, he had never fallen asleep during a class, especially not on one that he liked.
Turning to look at his teacher, it was embarrassing to see that the small woman was still a couple of inches taller than him. Grams always told him that by the size of his hands and feet that he would get taller, a lot taller but he hadn't hit a major growth spurt since he was thirteen. He hoped he would grow taller if only to save himself from the embarrassment of Dean Halliwell.
Sam nodded his head, causing even more pain to flair into his mind, which he promptly hid.
Ms Maxwell nodded with a small smile of sympathy for him. Ever since his Grams had died, everyone had been nice, not expecting too much from him, but Ms Maxwell was different. She kept pushing him, making him do better than he thought possible and in turn he had given 110% in everything from her. They had a great relationship, though right now that scared him.
"Is everything going alright at home, Sam?" The brown eyed woman asked the youth as she sat on top of Jenny Barber's desk while he stayed sat in his own. Her brown eyes were alight with concern as she looked at him, trying to find a way to help him.
What she didn't know is that she couldn't help him.
For as long as he can remember he has suffered from nightmares and headaches, hell he remembers a couple of times were his Grams was begging his Dad (and his Mom, even though she was dead) to fix him.
Never had he seen his Grams cry before, but when he was six and had landed himself in hospital for falling down the stairs after a nightmare had left him so dizzy and sore. The doctors found nothing wrong with his head and couldn't explain it. Then Grams started giving him this special medicine and he never had them again till now.
Though he couldn't exactly tell Ms Maxwell all of that without her making him see the nurse, calling a social worker or even worse calling Prue when she had an interview this morning.
Sam looked away from her as he shrugged. "Yeah, why wouldn't it be?" Sam replied to the teacher with an unbothered tone as he refused to look at his teacher.
Ms Maxwell glared at him a little, Laura Maxwell had been a teacher for the last three years and at twenty-five, she was damn good at it, though in all her teaching, her best student so far happened to be little Sam Halliwell, a sophomore with an adorable dimpled face.
With him being a sophomore, Laura had managed to be his English teacher since he had started and before that she had taught his brother, Dean Halliwell. Though sometimes she did wonder if they were actually brothers with Sam being a genius and Dean being... well Dean.
"In all the years you've been a student here, I have never seen or heard of you falling asleep in class." Laura explained to the boy with honesty, she knew that the kids hated when you spoke down to them and it was more than likely going to make them close up. She needed to help him.
Sam looked around worryingly as he tried to think of a way out of this situation, looking down he almost laughed when he found Dean's name scrawled over his book. Dean had thought it would be funny; Prue and him on the other hand not.
"Yeah, well, I'd blame Dean, he's irritating." Sam growled out a little trying his hardest to make his irritation for his brother known, though he didn't know if it would work. Everyone always said that Sam wore his heart on his sleeves. His eyes were a window of his soul.
Dean always said he couldn't lie for shit. Prue yelled at him and just said that he was just a lovely, sensitive and trustworthy person. That was actually a lot worse than what Dean had said in his opinion.
"Dean never fell asleep in class either." Laura countered, pulling Sam away from his thoughts as she looked to him with determination to get to the bottom of this.
Sam glared at her a little.
"Dean was hardly in school enough to fall asleep." Sam argued.
"True." Laura conceded with a small smile and a laugh in her voice at being well and truly out argued. It was fair to say that Sam was truly a Halliwell if stubbornness was truly a trait. "You seem distracted." She continued as her laughter died down and she looked to the young teenager.
Sam dropped his head back down as he nodded his head. "Yeah, probably." He said with a small shrug, not knowing what else to do. Silently he began idly playing with the hem of his brown hooded sleeve.
Ever since he was little his Grams always said that when he fidgeted about that meant he had done something wrong or had lied. Grams always got the truth out of him. Dean would always use violence, Prue would always know, Piper was always sweet to him and Phoebe would always bribe him or steal his pocket money.
Laura watched the fifteen year old and her heart went out to the little boy, Sam had only just turned fifteen when his grandmother had died, just days after his birthday and she had been his teacher then. He looked just as he did now when he spoke to her about it.
"What's going on?" Laura asked, her southern voice now soft and serious as she looked at him deeply.
Sam groaned. He hated when people looked at him like that, it made him feel terrible and want to tell the truth, but if he told her even half of the truth then she was probably have him locked him up "Where to start?" Sam considered as he tried to draw the conversation out a little, he didn't know what to tell his teacher.
Laura smiled brightly to the teenager, more than happy for the brown haired boy to tell her what was going on in his life.
"The beginning is usually the best bet." Laura spoke with a small smile on her face, trying to keep her body and voice comforting and hoping that the kid would consider her words. Sam ducked his head, hiding his beautifully unique hazel eyes behind his long unruly mop of hair and Laura had to bite her lip to stop herself from moving the hair away from his eyes.
Hiding his eyes with his tresses he looked down on the ground. Sam knew that his brother and sisters had hated when he did that, because it usually meant he was sad or unsure about something.
Sam remembered his father used to tell him that he should hold his head up high to let people know that he was strong. He was only eight when his father had died, but the man always said that Sam's eyes reminded him of his mother, even though Sam knew his mom had brown eyes like Piper.
Right now however ducking his head and hiding it behind his hair, might actually save his life. Figuratively.
"It's nothing really, just nightmares and headaches." Sam spoke in a soft childlike voice that would clench on anyone's heart.
Laura put a hand on his arm, hoping it would comfort him as it would be her job if she alright hugged the teen. Though he wasn't exactly making this easy on her.
Sam gave a small sigh of defeat as he looked back up at his teacher. "My sister, Phoebe, came back recently and Piper broke up with her boyfriend." He admitted, not mentioning that said boyfriend was dead and had spent his last hours trying to kill his siblings and him. He also didn't mention that his siblings now had powers beyond belief. "Prue lost her job and Dean nearly lost his life." He said as an afterthought.
At hearing those words Laura gasped towards the teenager. "Oh, my, what happened?" The kid really had been through the mill right at the moment and she only hoped that it would get better for him.
Laura's thoughts then went to Dean Halliwell, the boy was cocky as hell and could charm anyone into his bed be they man or women and could easily dominate anyone. He was the type to be a complete and total ass but at the same time would do anything for his baby brother.
Hell, she had seen that when Dean had nearly gotten expelled for attacking a student that had not only attacked Sam but had also humiliated him in front of his peers. If it hadn't been for Penny Halliwell then the boy would have been kicked out.
Sam sighed.
"A car fell, nearly crushed his friend but Dean managed to push him out the way on time." Sam admitted.
Thinking about it, it had been a lot more life threatening when Dean had mentioned it and now Sam was beginning to think that Dean more than likely over-exaggerated when he was mentioning what had happened. Dean was known for that kind of thing.
At seeing his teacher looking at him with pure concern, "They're both fine." he quickly told the brown eyed woman as Ms Maxwell ran a hand through her curly red brown hair with a small sigh of relief that made Sam feel kind of bad for not putting that in.
Laura continued to run a hand through her curly locks before turning back to look at the teenager.
Sam Halliwell was only fifteen years old and yet he had been through the mill more times than she would care to admit and she just hoped that it would get better for him.
"That's a lot." Laura commented.
Sam nodded his head, it was a lot.
Looking back over the last couple of days, Sam thought about how happy he had been to have his big sister back and yet how much that had changed with him and his siblings nearly being called by some supernatural killer and yet apparently there was more of those things out there.
God save them.
"Do you like having your sister back?" Laura asked, changing the subject as not to antagonise the boy. She was worried about him, more so than she had been with any of her past students over the many years that she had been a teacher. She wanted him to be relaxed enough to talk to her, whatever it was.
Sam nodded to his teacher, he knew what she was trying to do and he knew that she wanted to know what was going on with him. Sam was a lot of things, but stupid wasn't one of them.
Though Dean would argue that he was naïve.
"Well, yeah, Phoebe is awesome but..." Sam stopped when he felt the headache that he had virtually ignored come back with a vengeance and knew he would have to say something in regards to the wince he just let out. "I think I'm just sick" Sam admitted.
Knowing that he couldn't exactly tell her the truth, not that he himself knew the truth. He wished he knew why he was in such pain because at least then this would make some sense. He didn't know though.
Laura nodded her head, inwardly happy that the boy had admitted that something was wrong with him, though she felt bad that he was sick. She remembered looking at Sam's file and seeing that he used to suffer from chronic head pains.
Unfortunately they looked like they may have come back.
"Well you'll make yourself even sicker if you don't take care of yourself." Laura expressed to the teen as she assumed it was mostly due to lack of sleep. Sam groaned a little, not knowing how to tell Ms Maxwell that it was sleeping that had caused this.
Choosing to ignore those thoughts, Sam nodded his head in acceptance. He would need his teacher off of his back and he needed for her not to make a big deal of it because if she did then the social work maybe involved and Prue had fought hard to get them to let her take him.
Not that it really mattered, he was fifteen and old enough to care for himself, not that his brother and sisters believed him. They all assumed that because he was the baby that meant that he needed to be cared for. Dean was the worst offender.
"Okay Sam, here's the deal." Laura said with a sigh, hopping that she could say something to the kid that would help him open up to her in the future. "If you promise to start taking care of yourself then I won't tell the nurse or the head." Laura told the teen, hoping that he would start taking care of himself.
Sam was her best student, the kid could get into an Ivy League school easy and for a full ride too. She did not want to see this talented young boy loose his talent now, not when he had done so much already.
Sam looked to his teacher in shock, thinking that she would have had to have said something that would have terribly affected his and his siblings' lives. He thought over what she had said and then cringed when he remembered who she'd missed out.
"Prue?" He questioned reluctantly.
"Sorry, Sam, but I do need to call Prue." Laura admitted hesitantly towards the boy wishing she didn't need to but knowing she had too in case something was wrong. "Prue is your guardian and I would be doing the same if it was your grandmother." She continued with sympathy.
Laura gave a small sigh of relief, although she was very upset that Sam Halliwell had lost his grandmother, a woman that meant so much to him, she couldn't help but feel thankful that she no longer had to talk to the over-protective woman.
Penny Halliwell was a well-known woman that would do anything for her five spectacular grandchildren, the only people that had left of her daughter who had drowned fifteen years previous.
A woman that Sam would never remember.
Sam let himself laugh a little when he heard what his teacher had said and couldn't help but feel grateful that at least it was Prue and not his Grams. When Grams was worried she could be a really, really scary person.
"I think that if it was Grams then I'd be in more trouble." Sam joked.
It wasn't really a joke, if Grams had been alive then he would be forced to drink her evil concoction... was that a potion... and that was really horrible stuff. It made his head better and stopped the nightmares but it was gross.
Laura laughed lightly at the joke.
"Okay, I'm gonna write you a note for your next teacher so you don't get into trouble." Laura spoke to the boy as she jumped off of the table and back over to her desk, picking up a pen and writing on the little post it note book, her eyes down on the paper.
Sam gave a small sigh, knowing that he would soon be away from his teacher.
Don't get him wrong, Laura Maxwell was a brilliant teacher and had done more than enough for him over the year and a bit that he had been a student but she seemed over-worried and he got enough of that from back home.
Laura stood up as did Sam as he made his way over to her desk. "You're a smart kid, Sam. Don't waste it." Laura told him with appreciation and Sam knew that she meant what she had said. The teacher may have been a worrier but she knew his talents.
Taking the note from his teacher, Sam gave her a nod. "Thanks Ms Maxwell. I promise I'll be better." he promised, crossing his fingers behind him childishly. He didn't exactly want to lie to Ms Maxwell and yet he knew that he was lying to her.
Laura smiled to the teenager as she moved him towards the door as Sam pulled his bag back onto his shoulder and returned the smile. Laura let him get as far as the door before she stopped the teen. "Not better, Sam, just you." she responded to the teen sternly.
Sam nodded to his teacher again before walking out the door as fast as he could, not wanting to get on the bad side of his other teacher.
Sighing Sam walked out the room with annoyance in his unique hazel eyes as he thought of everything that he had been through in the last couple of days. He just hoped that things would get better and fast... before he lost the last members of his family.
* *P *D * P*S * P* *
Having met up with his sisters at Quake, Dean, now found himself outside the church with a glare of annoyance towards his older sister. He hated the church on his best day and here he was now at the church, helping his sister out with whatever it was that he was doing today.
Piper and Phoebe both gave him a pat on his arm and knee as Phoebe stopped the van outside the church while continuing on with her conversation with Piper.
Both sisters got out of the van with Dean reluctantly following, Piper, having a check list in hand as he heard the slam of Phoebe's door.
"You would think after last night Prue would be a lot mellower." Phoebe criticises with slight annoyance for her oldest sister. "I mean, how long had it been? Six months? And she's worse." Phoebe said as she opened the van door with Piper helping her out while Dean rolled his eyes.
Frowning he then nodded in agreement. Prue had been a lot more... something and yet she had gotten laid last night. He personally always loved getting laid, it made him the happy go lucky person that he was today.
Piper glared a little at her youngest sister as she helped Phoebe pull the door open more so that they could get the food from inside.
"Was she supposed to get better? This is Prue we're talking about here." Dean questioned his big sister with a slightly gleeful tone to his voice, despite having been sent home for a long lunch, he was more than happy to talk Prue with Phoebe.
Piper rolled her eyes at the younger Halliwell, though inwardly she completely agreed with the young man. Prue was not one for being mellow as Phoebe called it. Prue was the type that fought for what she wanted and fought harder to keep it.
Phoebe unlatched the other door while inwardly agreeing with Dean.
"It's just so un-Prue like to have sex on the first date." Piper argued as she ran a hand through her brown tresses. "I mean everything is changing since we've become…" she continued but stopped as soon as the woman came over to collect one of the trays Phoebe was giving out. "you know."
Phoebe passed the food tray out before looking to her sister with a small frown while Dean just shrugged, he was by no means a prude but hearing about his sisters' sex lives could become annoying.
Dean sighed before jumping into the back of the van, pushing past his glaring sisters with a roll of his eyes.
"Come on, you've never had sex on the first date?" Phoebe questioned the older witch with a big smile on her face, ignoring their brother and his childish manner.
"No. Have you?" Piper answered immediately.
At hearing the question Dean bit his lip and looked anywhere but at Piper. Dean was actually well known for his one night stands and often went out for that sole purpose. He looked to Phoebe hoping she could say something better.
At seeing her sister and brother's sheepish looks, Piper shook her head in annoyance at the two rolling her eyes at them. "Don't answer that." she said while looking to the two with disappointment in her eyes.
Dean glared back at his sister feeling the need to argue with the older witch. "I never go out on dates, I just have sex." He argued, ignoring the deep glare he received from both women while Phoebe went to work on pulling out another tray.
In these types of situations it was best to ignore Dean, something that took Phoebe a really long time to learn, though she would agree that she too had to defend herself.
"Well, it's not a regular thing. Of course, now that I'm a witch I can see if it's gonna be any good or not before it actually-" Phoebe spoke to her sister and brother without a care in the world as she pulled the other tray out. Her brother trying to wave at her to stop the woman from talking.
Piper looked between the man who took the tray and her sister with a gobsmacked expression while Dean glared at their sister.
"Hi." Phoebe remarked to the man with a happy smile on her face.
"Phoebe!" Dean reprimanded quietly as the youngest sister rolled her eyes.
The man walked away with the tray in hand while Piper turned to look at her sister having worked past the shock of Phoebe spilling their secret.
Phoebe was never the best person for secrets with her inability to keep them. Dean had still been paying for the time when Phoebe had told his Grams the secret about him crashing her car, Phoebe hadn't known it had been Prue and Grams hadn't believed Phoebe so Phoebe got grounded.
It was still annoying and Piper seemed to share that opinion.
"What's the matter with you, are you out of your mind?" Piper questioned her little sister while Dean leaned over and hit Phoebe's arm. Phoebe hit back but otherwise ignored her siblings with a roll of her eyes.
"Come on, it's not like he took me literally." Phoebe argued with her siblings in annoyance.
"You don't know that. He could've." Piper argued with the middle child in slight irritation and slight fear, watching Phoebe give the third tray out to another guy, a smile on her face. "I just think we need to be extra careful; in bed and out." Piper finished with a flex of her hand.
Ever since the whole thing with Jeremy, she had felt this desperate need to be careful. Piper would fully admit that she was terrified of another Jeremy happening. That she was terrified that the next time she would be a Jeremy, not that she would tell Phoebe or Dean.
Phoebe and Dean glanced to one another with concern for their big sister.
"Okay, well, there's careful and then there's paranoid." Phoebe told her sister with a soft voice as she looked to Piper who kept her head down, trying to hide her face behind her long brown locks.
Ordinarily Dean would make a joke at this moment, but now didn't seem like the right time, not when his big sister looked so pathetically sad right now. He would be one of the first to say that he was worried about the young woman.
Piper kept looking away from her siblings, hoping that they wouldn't catch on. Phoebe was Phoebe and Dean was way too worried about Sammy right now so maybe they wouldn't notice anything wrong.
Phoebe ducked her head, trying to look into her sister's brown eyes, so much like her own with concern. "Do you wanna talk about it?" Phoebe asked the older sister, the concern itching her face as she looked to Piper.
Dean glanced between his sisters hoping that Piper would say what was bothering her. He knew that they already had enough to deal with Sammy and that kid wasn't talking any time soon. Hopefully Piper would just say what was wrong.
Piper looked down on the ground with a shrug of her shoulders. "Talk about what?" she asked with a tone of confusion as she continued to look down, not wanting to see Phoebe or Dean's faces right now. She didn't want to burden them with her problems, not when they already had to worry about Sam.
Looking back, she felt really bad for yelling at the little boy; her problems were not his problems.
"Piper…" Dean went to say but stopped when he noticed someone come up on the other side of the van.
Pastor Williams came over to greet Piper and was more than a little amazed to see Phoebe and Dean Halliwell with her. The last time he had seen these two was at Penny Halliwell's funeral six months ago; Phoebe due to leaving town while Dean was due to his disbelief.
"Hey Phoebe, I didn't know you were back in town." Pastor William cried out with awe as he smiled sweetly towards the gorgeous brunette who smiled straight back. In his estimations; Phoebe had always been a sweet girl that could sometimes be troubled.
Phoebe smiled back to the Pastor as she leaned past the van to give the man a big hug. "Hey." she said as she hugged the man that she had known for such a long time.
"Take a bite out of the big apple, did you?" The Pastor asked the middle Halliwell with a charming voice and laughter in his tone as he spoke to her.
Phoebe laughed with the Pastor, a big smile on her face at seeing him and all of Piper's problems nearly forgotten. Though it did occur to her at this moment that maybe Pastor Williams could help her without Piper revealing too much.
"Oh, I ate the worm." Phoebe responded.
"And then some." Dean inputted with a big smile on his face, putting on his best charm face as Phoebe leaned into the van to hit him on the arm with a smile on her face.
The pastor smiled at the antics of the younger Halliwells. "Hi Dean." he responded to the young teenager that he hadn't seen in such a long time.
Dean looked back to the man and gave him a small salute, he was anything but normal and although he didn't believe in the word of God, he did know that Piper believed in all of that crap, or at least he hoped this was where she went on a Sunday morning. So he could keep up appearances for her.
And anyway, Pastor Williams was actually a really good guy.
On her way back out of the van, Phoebe grabbed her purse as Dean and she played a game more than a little like chicken until she was out. "Hey, I'm gonna go and get some gum, you guys want anything?" she asked as she turned to the older, mature people of the small group.
Dean nodded his head enthusiastically, anything for a freebie especially when it was from Phoebe. He watched Piper shake her head before he popped himself out of the van.
"No thanks." Pastor Williams answered.
"Okay." Phoebe responded to the man as she gave Dean and Piper each a small glance before walking away from her siblings.
"It's good to see you." Pastor Williams shouted to her as she left, a big smiled on her face as she went.
Dean looked between Pastor William and his big sister though at Piper's soft glare, he began to feel slightly uncomfortable. He really wished that he hadn't decided to come along.
"Okay, I'm gonna go… over there." Dean exclaimed as he quickly grabbed the last box of food before rushing into the church and away from his sister. He really, really did not want to get into this conversation right now, not with Piper glaring at him.
Piper stood and watched her brother's retreating back with comfort, she didn't want Dean to hear what she was saying to the Pastor. Dean had always been the over-protective member of the family, and it hadn't helped that his dad had ingrained "look after Sammy" in his head.
To Dean all that mattered in the world was family.
Piper began looking down on her check list, feeling that now she had the pastor alone, she no longer wanted to have this stupid conversation, hell it would only get her into trouble with her siblings.
The Pastor wasn't as oblivious as he moved to take Phoebe and Dean's place in front of Piper with a look on his face that would make the hardest of criminals scream like a canary, though that was probably a slight exaggeration.
Piper looked back down on her check list before looking back up at the Pastor and gave a sigh of frustration as she straightened herself up, putting her arms around the clipboard and glancing to the Pastor with a serious look on her face.
"Okay, here's the deal. I've got this friend. Has a little problem, could be bad. Not quite sure what to tell her." Piper said as quickly as she could, hoping that the friends route wouldn't ruin the whole thing. She had heard Dean talk about people like that saying it was the worst excuse ever.
The Pastor glanced back to Piper with his hands in his trouser pockets as he looked to the small woman with a serious look of his own.
Pastor Williams gave a small sigh, happy that Piper seemed to want to have this conversation. "You wanna go inside." He asked wanting to make the young woman more comfortable.
At hearing those words, Piper found herself panicking. What if she got shocked when she tried to enter the church? Dean and Phoebe were in eyes length of her and what about Sam and Prue? Prue was her big sister and the most protective person she knew and Sam... Sam was just a kid.
"No!" Piper cried out in her panic. "I mean, I've gotta get going." Piper responded with an impassive tone, trying to let it seem like she was unbothered by the conversation when in reality she was petrified. She had never thought she would have been in a situation like this and here she was.
The Pastor nodded his head at Piper's claim.
"So, what's her problem?" Pastor Williams asked the witch.
Piper paused trying to think of a way to word this conversation. "Well, she kind of, sort of thinks she might be a…a witch" Piper admitted rather reluctantly as she tried to think of a way around letting on that the person was her. She didn't want to betray her family by such a revelation.
The Pastor returned Piper's look with one of confusion.
"Witches again, huh?" He questioned.
"It's not a good thing, is it?" Piper asked the Pastor as they both turn away from the van and began to walk over the grounds with the Pastor trying to keep Piper comfortable enough to talk to him.
Piper bit her lip, chewing on it as a way to distract herself as she spared a glance towards her brother who was chatting up some girls, still so carefree like Phoebe. She then thought about her conversation with Sam earlier that day and it scared her.
"Certainly not a question I get every day." Pastor Williams commented with a small smile to the brunette as they both looked to one another. "How well do you remember you're Sunday school lessons?" He asked her with a questioning tone though he would not be surprised if the brunette did not remember. Sunday school was actually a long time ago even for someone who came to church on occasion.
Piper looked to the Pastor with a sheepish look on her face as she looked away from him, having not really remembered anything. It was Sam that you went to see when you wanted details.
"Exodus 22:18. "Thou shall not suffer a witch to live." The Pastor quoted as the two turned to face one another with the Pastor's face serious.
Piper returned his serious look with an expression of fear that she hoped people wouldn't be able to tell by her eyes. She was terrified.
"Meaning?" Piper questioned.
Her voice was a tiny bit shaky though she hoped to god that no one would hear her fear because to her this was serious. Sam believed in God. It would destroy him if he could no longer have faith... She knew that was an excuse though.
As far as the family knew, Sam Halliwell, was not a witch.
"If you go by the old school, it means put her to death. She's evil." The Pastor told the witch with stormy brown eyes as he looked to the young woman with a serious tone of voice.
Piper blinked at the information that she had just been given by the Pastor feeling a wave of distress hit her at this information. Never had she in her whole life had she thought she'd be doomed until right at this moment. Being a witch was going to destroy her and her siblings.
On the other side of the parking lot Phoebe was standing at the small concession stand, the regular thing that sold things like candy, gum, drinks, magazines and newspapers. They had been a dime and a dozen back when she was living in New York with one in nearly every street.
Phoebe ignored the nostalgia as she began looking through all of the magazines with interest trying to find one that peaked her. She sighed as she picked one up and then walked over to pick up two packets of the blue peppermint gum before walking over to the stand owner.
"Here you go." Phoebe said to the man with a small smile.
The cashier looked at the three objects with curiosity in his eyes, not really noticing the gorgeous woman in front of him as he counted them out in his head.
"$3.52." The cashier answered as he looked down on the magazine with limited interest as Phoebe moved to get her purse out of her bag with a small smile on her face, hoping that Pastor Williams will have helped Piper.
Phoebe looked up with her purse in hand to see a sweet little elderly couple with greying hair and smiled. "Should we use the grandchildren's birthdays?" The old man spoke to his wife with a concern question.
The man looked up to see Phoebe smiling at him as he held a pencil and lottery slip in hand. She looked at them wondering if she would ever find something like that by the time she was their age. She wondered if she would have children and grandchildren.
It was strange.
"It's a ten million dollar jackpot." The man said pointing to the lottery ticket with his pencil as he looked to Phoebe. "Who knows, I mean today might be our lucky day." He continued as he put his arm around his wife with loving affliction.
Phoebe smiled at the couple, loving their sweet natures. "Maybe." Phoebe responded.
"If not, we're gonna lose our house." Old man continued morbidly with a sad expression on his poor face as his wife looked just as downcast and Phoebe could tell that that house was one that had been in their family since they started, like her home had been in her family.
Phoebe gave the couple a sad smile as she went and pulled one of the lottery tickets up from where they were placed on the counter. It was then that she felt the now familiar weird feeling at the back off her mind.
A television was stood in an unknown place and on the television was the California LOTTERY playing the super Lotto for the night. The numbers soon came up and each identified themselves in a row; 4, 16, 19, 39, 32, 40.
Phoebe gasped as she waved the image out of her head. "4, 16, 19, 30, 32 and 40." Phoebe spoke mesmerised as she took her fingers off of the lottery cards. "Those are the winning numbers." she continued in total amazement. She never thought that her powers could be used for this kind of thing.
Hell, she had read in the Book of Shadows that as witches they were not supposed to use their powers for personal gain.
"Yeah, yeah, right lady. You want this stuff, or don't you?" The cashier asked her as he rubbed his two fingers against irritation. He really did believe that that woman was a raving psycho.
Phoebe ignored the man as she stepped past him and over to the aging couple, her eyes completely serious as she looked at them, hoping that they would do as she said.
"4, 16, 19, 30, 32 and 40. Trust me mister, today is your lucky day." Phoebe said with a bright smile, happy that she could use her powers to help this couple before they lost their house. She watched as his wife nodded her head in agreement as the man quickly wrote down the numbers. "You know what I think I'll buy one of these lottery tickets too." Phoebe continued as she herself picked up one of the many lottery tickets with a bout of excitement in her eyes.
The man looked back to Phoebe and smiled at her as the man waved at her while she put out the money to buy the four items.
"Phoebe, can you get moving, some of us have work to get too." Dean called out to his big sister from his place at the wheel of the van, having already gotten the okay from Piper. He knew Phoebe would be pissed with it though so job well done.
He groaned when Phoebe came back with a big smile on her face, happily sitting in her seat as she watched him glare at her. Oh well maybe next time. He thought as he waited for her to fix herself into the van.
"Ready? Let's go." Phoebe said as she jumped into the van with a happy smile on her face while Dean found himself glaring at her with annoyance. A happy Phoebe was always a scary Phoebe.
Piper looked to Phoebe and then to Dean and back again feeling a little suspicious of her sister smiling. Phoebe didn't just smile for any reason.
"What are you smiling about?" Piper asked.
"She probably got another date; this is Phoebe we're talking about." Dean commented with laughter in his voice as he joked with his sister, and ducked his head from narrowly being hit by Phoebe.
"Nothing." Phoebe responded to Piper's question as she tried to fight with Dean with Piper in the middle until they finally ceased as Phoebe put on her seatbelt.
Dean rolled his eyes at the girl before looking behind himself to reverse out of the parking place neither of the three noticing the aged old woman in the quee.
The woman turned around with confusion in her eyes as she pulled a hand up to scratch her hair with confusion in her dark eyes. She didn't know how she got here, didn't know how she got this cardigan or why she was wearing this black dress. She didn't know why she had this mark of an angel on her hand.
A mark that looked more than a little like the tattoo that Brittany Reynolds had on her hand.