Chapter 12
"What do you want me to say? Something just does not feel right about this, I can't help it." Andy found himself saying with a small frown on his dark features while he took a hold of the picture that Morris had passed over to him. It was so unsettling and it was causing both a literal and an imaginary inch in him as he stretched out to itch the back of his head, thinking it all over.
It hadn't escaped his notice that all of these women were in their twenties and his girlfriend... friend... something was in her twenties as were her sisters. Hell, Prue also had guardianship over her baby brother and he couldn't imagine what the Halliwells would do if they lost either of their siblings.
Beside him, Morris was groaning with irritation, it seemed that for the last couple of weeks Andy had been on a mission to get what the force would call 'the freaky cases'. "Ugh, here we go again." Morris found himself complaining as he threw his head against the seat of the car with frustration.
"I mean, where are they, right?" Andy questioned his partner with worried concern for these women. "What this guy doing with these poor women?" He continued while still looking to the picture of the beautiful young woman that had just went missing. She could have just as easily been Prue or her sisters.
"You're not thinking alien abduction are you?" Morris asked sarcastically.
"I'm serious Morris." Andy returned with irritation towards his partner with slight disbelief that the other man could even try to make a joke out of this thing. All of these women were missing and Morris was trying to make it into a joke.
Andy rolled his eyes at his partner.
"I know that's what scares me." Morris responds to his partner with a now serious tone of voice as he glanced to his partner with apprehension. He wouldn't admit it out loud but the whole thing scared him a little as did Andy's whole infatuation on all things weird.
Now Morris like to pride himself in being an open minded person but Andy's fascination with everything paranormal was really starting to bug him a little. He only hoped that the new girl in his life helped him get over that one in a hurry. "Let me guess; favourite movie growing up; Ghostbusters am I right?" Morris continued trying to make light of the whole thing, not wanting to break an impressive partnership.
Andy turned to look at his partner with a small glare in his features and a roll of his eyes, trust Morris to come up with that one. It was completely ridiculous, not that he'd admit that one.
Morris gave a small sigh of irritation as he turned to look at his partner with a more serious outlook. Again he didn't want to destroy an impressive partnership by getting on the wrong side of Andy.
"Look, we got a crazy Trudeau, likes the pretty ladies, that's it, the end. If he comes back looking for more we're gonna grab him, tag him, make the world a safer place." Morris told his partner with a serious tone of voice to the other man that had been is friend for years, and had always been good at his job except that lately he'd been on a paranormal wrecking train. "That too hard to follow."
Andy turned back to his partner and nodded in agreement willing to give up on this one. He knew that he had to be patient with his friend.
"Evil Dead 2." Andy suddenly spoke out to his partner with a smirk. Morris looked towards Andy with a questioning look. "Favourite movie growing up, just for the record." Andy continued, his smirk going bigger smile on his face before he turned to look out of the car window.
Andy's eyes widened ever so slightly when his eyes found the brunette bombshell getting out of her car and passing her keys to the man at the desk. She looked so good in the sliming black dress and beige leather jacket, and if it was possible she looked better than she did last night. Andy found himself watching her, as Prue made her way into the restaurant, oblivious to his partner.
"Bank across the street, I think we should grab the ATM tapes and see if they…" Morris began to say when he became distracted by his partner getting out of the car. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, where are you going?" Morris asked before realization came over him when he realised that Piper Halliwell worked at Quake, Piper Halliwell who was the sister of Prue Halliwell, his friend's newest interest. "Ah, oh, no, no, forget about it Romeo. You're not blowing our cover." Morris reprimanded his friend with irritation.
It was fairly obvious by the looks that Morris was giving him that the man was a little annoyed by what he wanted to do but he had to go and talk to her. His whole entire relationship depended on him talking to Prue and it felt like this would be his last chance.
"Come on, Morris, give me some slack. I have to talk to her." Andy begged his partner and friend with enthusiasm, desperate for the man to let him do this one thing, if only for his peace of mind.
Morris found himself glaring to his partner and friend with irritated annoyance, wanting to just get this whole thing over and done with and to finish this stupid case. Get Andy's mind off of everything paranormal and hopefully have his old partner back with him. He really, really just wanted to get everything back to normal.
Andy again looked to his best friend in desperation in his eyes, wanting desperately to have another chance with Prue. No, he needed to have another chance with Prue.
"Please. Five minutes that's all I need." Andy begged his best friend with all of the hope in the world. He really needed to leave.
*P*P*P*D*S*
Prue walked into the quaint restaurant like a woman on a mission and truly she was after the day that she had had especially in regards of Sam and Andy. Truly tonight she wanted to go to Quake have a drink and drown her sorrows with the voice of reason that was Piper Halliwell.
Looking around the place she frowned a little when she couldn't find her sister when the kitchen doors flew open. "Cindy, come on your salmons up! Hector, come on we're way behind we need clean plates." Piper yelled out to her people with anxiousness and irritation.
Prue glanced to her frazzled sister wondering whether or not to feel sorry for the younger woman. In all honesty if Piper was doing what she thinks she is doing then she didn't feel that sorry for her sister.
Prue grabbed the other woman's hand away from the kitchen door and spun her around to face her as she grabbed a hold of Piper's other arm and shook them forceful. "You didn't give Andy my cell phone number by any chance did you?" Prue asked her sister with all seriousness.
"No, why?" Piper returned to her sister with irritation as she pulled away from Prue and started walking towards the bar with irritation. She really, really wished that she hadn't taken this job right now.
It was then that Dean walked up towards them with a glass of amber liquid in hand. "Hey, I thought you were watching Sam tonight." Dean asked his eldest sister questioningly as he inwardly wondered if he had got the date wrong.
It had been decided since Jeremy that Sam was never to be left in the house on his own and that if he had to be alone then he was to stay with Kat and her mother.
Prue glanced to her brother with a frown. "No, not me." She responded to the question knowing that it was Phoebe that was supposed to be keeping an eye on the fifteen year old tonight.
"Remind me, I wanted to do this for a living right." Piper asked her sister with annoyance and she screwed her fist up into a ball while the three walked together towards the bar. Dean laughed at his sister while Prue rolled her eyes, whishing that she herself had a job.
"Looks like you're the only one of us that will be doing anything for a living." Prue spoke with a small bout of agitation in herself. "I think I blew my interview." Prue responded to her sister with total annoyance.
Piper rolled her eyes. "I can't imagine you were less than stellar."
"I have a job too you know. I'm a mechanic." Dean rebutted to his big sister with hurt.
It was actually really annoying to think that his sister didn't trust him not to lose his job even if he did believe himself that he was more than likely going to lose it.
"For how long?" Prue rebutted as if reading his mind. And right now he was really beginning to wonder if reading minds was a part of the whole witch gig.
Dean glared at his big sister. "I got another chance for saving someone." He argued, thinking that he had to defend himself somehow even though it was probably true.
"And how long is that gonna last?" Prue returned.
"A long time, if my charm has anything to say for it." Dean again rebutted with his natural cocky green eyes and raised eyebrows. If Dean was being honest with himself then he knew that he could keep the job if he just did a few choice things and really, really used his charm especially since he believed that his boss was sweet on his Grams who had gotten Dean the job in the first place.
Prue rolled her eyes again as she looked down in the centre of the room to find her youngest sister sitting at a table with a fairly cute guy. Something was honestly wrong with that picture especially since she knew that the witch sitting at the table was supposed to be at home watching their little brother.
"What is Phoebe doing here? I thought she was meant to be watching Sam." Prue asked the other two with irritation in her voice.
"Flirting." Piper returned.
Prue continued to look at her sister and noticed that she was dressed in a divine black ARMANI dress that probably cost a fair bundle. No way could you get a dress that cute without spending way over your means. "Yeah and she's wearing Armani, where did she get that?" Prue questioned the other two as she glanced to her youngest sister with stormy green eyes.
"Not from my closet." Piper said with a roll of her brown eyes, feeling increasingly more agitated by the second. Someone then yelled out for Piper and she frowned. "Gotta go." Piper yelled out annoyingly as she moved away from Dean and Prue in a rush.
Prue looked to their youngest sister and then started to storm over to the young woman and the man she was with as Dean jumped forward hoping that he could grab his sister before she reached Phoebe. "Prue. Prue!" Dean yelled out trying to be discreet about it.
The two got over to the table as Dean watched his sister and the man beside her laugh. The moment they got to the table Phoebe turned to face her two siblings with her usual mischievous smile. Dean gulped as he looked between his two sisters wishing that he had gone with Piper.
"Prue, Dean, hi," Phoebe spoke to the two with a humoured tone. "This is my other sister and my brother." Phoebe then whispered to Stefan with a slightly bored tone of voice. "Prue, Dean, this is Stefan, the photographer." She introduced as she smiled to the three of them using her Halliwell charm.
Dean blinked cringing a little; he definitely wished he'd gone with Piper now. "Hey, dude." Dean spoke to the man as he started to stand making him glance to Prue.
"Pleasure." Stefan spoke to the two as he put his hand out to shake Prue's hand. "Likewise." Prue said as she returned the handshake just as he moved to shake Dean's hand too. Dean like his sister returned to hand shake with a gulp. He truly wanted to leave right now.
No one wanted to be in the middle of a Halliwell battle especially between the girls.
"I'm gonna go over there. Gorgeous blonde girl with my name on it." Dean quickly decided after spotting a hot blonde nearby, or at least hot enough to get him away from his warring sisters. "Nice meeting you." Dean called out before he retreated with utter happiness to be away from his familiar situation.
Prue watched her brother as he quickly moved away from them and over to a table with a busty blonde and two charming brunettes with his usually Winchester charm. Winchester as it was something she'd noticed his father had done when she was a child.
The oldest witch then turned towards her youngest sister with an eerie glare. "Nice dress." Prue said to her sister with raised eyebrows.
"Don't worry, it's not yours." Phoebe quipped out as she couldn't help but put that one in.
"I know, I could never afford it." Prue returned annoyed. She really wanted to speak to Phoebe without the use of an audience, although she would do it if she had too.
"Will you excuse me, for one minute? I'll be right back." Phoebe spoke to the man beside her with a cocky smile circling her lips as she patted the napkin beside him with a smile before standing to leave.
Unaware to the young witches, Stefan was looking rather worryingly towards his hand seeing his skin beginning to age before his eyes, his nails turning murky brown. He flexed his fist and turned to glare towards the two women as he watched the older one grab a hold of the boy and drag him with them both. He knew that he needed to get out of here.
Meanwhile the sisters, alongside Dean all walked towards the kitchen of Quake with annoyance written on all three of their faces for different reasons.
"What do you mean you charged it? How are you gonna pay for that? You're broke." Prue argued with her sister in anger as they all walked through the door. Prue glaring at Phoebe's back the entire time as the younger witch irked her patience to an all-time high. She knew that Phoebe could be a bitch but she was being ridiculous now.
Then there was the whole thing with the dress and it didn't help that Phoebe had a record for theft having stolen some shoes just six months ago before Grams had died.
Dean rolled his eyes at the fighting sisters and wouldn't deny that he believed Phoebe had either stolen a wad of money or even the dress. Although he did think that those places usually had good security. Not that he would admit to having stolen stuff to his sisters.
"Not for long." Phoebe argued with her sister unable to help herself as he vision stayed stuck in her mind as she turned around to face her brother and sister with a look of ha ha.
Dean and Prue both turned to look at their sister with a look of disbelief. They honestly couldn't believe her words and the first thing that came to Dean's mind was that his sister broke into a bank. "I'm confused." Dean spoke and honestly he was confused.
"What does that mean? You didn't use your powers again." Prue asked her sister with anger.
Dean looked between his sisters feeling a little fearful for whatever Phoebe's answer might be as he'd grown up with these women and knew that they could be scary when they needed to be. Then again he knew Phoebe and she would more than likely use her powers.
"Maybe." Phoebe questioned her eldest sister with irritation in her voice as her brother rolled his eyes at her. Typical Phoebe. "Are you telling me you haven't?" Phoebe continued as she ignored the reactions of her siblings with her ever growing irritation for the two before her. It wasn't as if she had started world war 3 and Prue and Dean had probably used their powers too.
Dean looked away from Phoebe feeling a little sheepish because he had used his powers but it was only to save Ms Braeden and her outfit and it wasn't as if he had done something really wrong. And looking by the look on his sister's face, it seemed that Prue had also used her powers too.
Turning to look at his sister the look on her face revealed that she had used her powers and she practically said just as much. "No, I'm not telling you that, but we're not talking about me are we?" Prue yelled sternly at the younger woman as Dean inwardly cheered at being right.
Phoebe glared back at Prue and then frowned slightly at their brother. The boy was actually really weird for a nineteen year old.
Phoebe then stepped back a little when Piper pushed in between the three siblings with a stress ridden face.
"What are you guys doing in here?" Piper growled out to her siblings stressfully. Today had been such a nightmare and right now her sisters and brother were not making the day any easier. She just wanted normality back and yet everything was so nuts and totally stressful.
"Checking out this great food, I do love your cooking, Piper." Dean tried to say in order to soften the colossal argument that was going on between his two sisters although Phoebe being Phoebe had to ruin it.
Phoebe turned back to glance at the middle sister before turning back to Prue and Dean. "Same thing we do at home." She returned stated nonchalantly clearly unbothered by the glare that Prue was returning.
"What did you do? Go to the track, play the market, what?" Prue questioned the youngest sister, using every way she knew how to get the truth out of the younger woman and using every method she knew of for getting a load of money.
"The lottery." Phoebe replied smugly.
"Phoebe!" Piper yelled at the same time as when Dean yelled "Seriously." Both out of disbelief. None of the two could belief that Phoebe had used her powers for that.
"What did you want me to do? Ignore the premonition. Not help a needy family…" Phoebe questioned her siblings with an irritation in her voice as she tried to get her point across to her brother and sisters. It wasn't as if she was just doing this for herself although she did get a lot out of it.
Dean frowned. "Are we the needy family?" Dean asked dumbly but his sisters all ignored him.
"…that's what we're supposed to do right?" Phoebe continued, ignoring her brother as she questioned her eldest sister. Phoebe had read the book of Shadows and it stated that their powers were to protect the innocent and this would help that old couple keep their house. It also gave the house a little more money so it was a win win situation.
What could be better?
Prue however didn't seem to see the situation the same way as her little sister did. Where Phoebe saw the idea of helping someone, Prue also so the idea of personal gain. Having read the book of Shadows as well she knew that personal gain was a big no and Prue said exactly that. "No, we are not supposed to use our powers for our own personal gain that is what it said in the Book of Shadows." She argued with her sister in annoyance.
Piper gave a stressed whimper, the stress was seriously starting to get to her. "Not so loud." She begged her sisters as she looked between them both, her fidgeting with her fingers as a way of dealing with the stress of the situation.
Dean smirked at that one. "Yeah, cause any louder and Sam will be able to hear us." He spoke with humour although the smile quickly fell from his lips when he received an evil glare from all three of his sisters. He shut up after that one.
Phoebe turned back to look at the eldest of her sisters with look of entitlement. She knew that what she did could have some ethical issues but Prue had been arguing about money earlier so that's what she did.
"You said we needed money, right? Well I'm getting some." Phoebe argued.
Prue rolled her eyes at her little sister. Trust Phoebe to do something as stupid as that. Then again Phoebe didn't exactly have a brain.
Dean sniggered at that one. Depending on the one you chose from a person could get more than their fair share doing the lottery especially when the person playing the game was a psychic witch with. "And then some. Seriously Phoebe, the lottery, could you get any bigger."
"Come on you guys." Piper yelled out feeling more than a little stressed. She could feel a pressure building within her as she started to panic. The worst part was that she associated the feeling with the time she had used her powers.
Phoebe and Prue ignored their sister. Prue was more than pissed with the younger witch and Phoebe was just as angry with Prue.
"So get a job, like everybody else." Prue yelled out at her sister with irritation. She honestly couldn't believe her sister's logic. It was completely ridiculous. "Even Dean has a job." She continued with even more annoyance.
"Hey!" Dean yelled out with offence. He had had his job since he was fifteen and he had worked very hard in the last four years despite his indiscretions.
The girls yet again ignored the male witch as they continued their argument oblivious to their brother.
"I'm using my mind instead." Phoebe argued as she pointed to her head with anger towards the oldest witch. She really didn't get what the big deal was because they needed money and she was getting the money.
The kitchen door the opened again oblivious to the three woman as Andy walked in and Dean looked over with a small frown on his face. He began hitting at Prue's arm but she ignored him.
"Prue…" Andy voiced out the moment he spotted Dean and the three women as he walked towards them. The younger women turned to look at him with startled looks while Prue turned slightly to look at her little brother with a glare. Dean returned the look with an "I told you so" look.
Andy walked further into the room and moved to get into Prue's site line just as one of Piper's chef's stepped back with several plates in hand so that he could hand them to the servers. It was then that Piper noticed a little too late that both men were walking into the same space.
"Watch it!" Piper yelled out with a start, putting her hands out as if to try and stop the men from colliding with one another. Just as Dean put out his hands too. Dean and the three women watched as the plates stopped med fall and they looked up to see that the entire kitchen had also been froze into the same temporal status as the fallen plates.
After a second of staring at the scene before her, Piper began going into meltdown mode. "Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no, no, not again." She repeated over and over again as she felt herself rising with panic. Dean however looked between Piper and his hands with a frown wondering if it was Piper, him or both of them. "Was that you or me?" Dean questioned the freaked witch curiously as Piper continued muttering with panic.
Prue and Phoebe looked at the scene and then back to Dean and Piper with frowns on their faces. They hadn't expected that obviously. They watched as Piper freaked and began walking in circles to calm herself as Dean continued to look between Piper and his hands.
Prue then glanced back to her little sister. "Now look at what you've done." She yelled out to Phoebe with anger and a tiny bit of fear. She didn't know what to do about this situation. This was Piper and Dean's power and she didn't know what to do to help the young witches.
Phoebe returned a glare to her elder sister. "This is my fault." Phoebe yelled with her hands gesturing in anger. She could not believe that Prue had the audacity to blame this situation on her. Then again that was Prue Halliwell all over. She always was first to blame her for almost everything even if she did nothing to provoke the situation.
Meanwhile Dean looked up and between his sisters with a small dose of confusion. He thought that his powers would work on his sisters too. As he wondered, Piper continued to freak out over the situation until she too noticed the ongoing argument between the other two women.
"You guys aren't frozen?" Piper questioned confused.
Prue and Phoebe turned to glance to Piper and Dean with their own confusion. "I guess it doesn't work on witches." Phoebe commented with a small amount of curiosity. She knew that Prue could more than likely use her powers on her siblings and she could assume that she could have visions of her brothers and sisters but it was kind of funny that Piper and Dean were unable to use their own powers on witches.
Piper and Dean looked to one another and then back to their sisters.
"Son of a bitch." Dean growled in annoyance. "I was gonna use it to mess with Sammy." He continued with a withdrawn expression while Prue rolled her eyes at her brother. Of course he wanted to use his powers on poor defenceless Sam. "Whatever." Prue growled out to her brother as she clip clopped over to the kitchen door while her sisters continued to talk about the ongoing problem.
Piper and Phoebe themselves chose to ignore Dean and his obvious need to get one up on little Sam despite the fact that the kid had no powers to defend himself.
"How long does it last?" Phoebe asked the time freezing witches with a gesture towards the kitchen and then a hand flick gesture that both Dean and Piper assumed was the small hand gesture that they used whenever they used their powers to freeze things.
Piper looked around the room with panicked brown eyes. "I don't know, not long." She cried out.
Dean nodded his head in agreement with the elder witch. "Yeah, mine last like a minute or something. I haven't really timed it before." He continued on from Piper. Although timing the time freeze thing could make the whole thing easier on both Piper and him.
Dean considered this as Prue opened the doors to see with a more than shocked expression that outside the kitchen everything was still running as normal. The waitresses were still serving drinks and dealing with plates and the customers were still eating, drinking and talking loudly.
Prue stepped back into the kitchen making sure the door was shut behind her as she looked to her three younger siblings. "Well, it doesn't work out here either." She spoke with a slightly more panicked voice. All three of the siblings froze at this revelation.
Dean was the first one to break out of the Halliwell time freeze. "What?" He stuttered out and yeah, he was starting to panic now. Anything could happen, anyone could walk into this room and see this and oh my god this so is not happening.
Another second later and the sisters finally turned towards their eldest sister and finally Piper broke. "Oh, tell me this isn't happening." Piper cried out in panic pulling her hands up to cover her head as she began to pace continuously with a freaked out expression on her face.
Phoebe quickly moved to look at her sister and wanting to help the older panicked witch while Dean looked frozen again.
*P*P*P*D*S*
Meanwhile back in the main room of Quake Morris began to make his way into the quaint restaurant in search of his elusive partner. His thoughts quickly asking himself why he ever let his stupid partner out of his sight. The man had been talking to his girlfriend for longer than what was originally decided but the problem was that they had a job to do.
Morris continued to search the small restaurant unaware that the man behind the rapid disappearance of women was also in the restaurant searching out for his newest possible victim.
Across the main floor of the restaurant Stefan looked around in search of Phoebe only to find a dark skinned man walking into the restaurant in search of someone. His eyes quickly shifted as the man moved his hands into his pockets to reveal a golden police badge. The dark skinned man was an officer of the San Francisco police department.
The San Francisco police was not something that Stefan needed to be. So quickly and quietly Stefan snuck away from the restaurant not wanting to drawn attention to himself. He would call Phoebe later to do the whole apology thing and then hopefully he would be able to take her youth soon after.
*P*P*P*D*S*
Back in the kitchen Piper began showing the signs of a panic attack as she tried her hardest to breathe through her panicked state. Phoebe was clutching onto her sister's shoulders trying to calm the older witch down. It didn't seem to be working however as Piper was growing even more panicked and even more stressed by the time freezing situation that had been caused.
After noticing that Piper wasn't getting any calmer, Phoebe began making small breathing noises to help Piper breathe. "Calm down, its okay. It's all gonna be okay." Phoebe told her sister as she tried to help the older witch the best ways she knew how.
Dean on the other hand seemed to have other days as he broke out of his daze and began glaring darkly to the twenty-three year old. "How can this possibly be okay?" Dean argued with the woman which seemed to make Piper panic even more. Not that Dean really noticed that because he was more concerned with the current temporal status that had been triggered in the kitchen.
"Dean, will you shut up." Phoebe yelled out as she glared at her brother for undoing her work on Piper.
Prue glanced between her siblings with a small roll of her eyes, used to the behaviour of her siblings over the last two decades. Turning away from her siblings Prue looked back out of the kitchen door with a heavy sigh, more than anxious about this situation.
Prue then frowned when she noticed the dark skinned man that she knew to be Andy's partner walking around the restaurant as she watched him step towards one of the young brunette hostess girls that worked at Quake and watched with frozen horror as the woman directed him towards her and the frozen kitchen. This is so not good. She thought.
Prue stepped back into the kitchen with her own panicked look. "Oh, god, Andy's partner just came in and he's coming this way." Prue told her brother and sisters in a rush as her body began to fill with fear that she had never felt before. What would happen if they got caught?
That was not something Prue really wanted to find out.
At hearing that Piper felt the beginning of an aneurism because seriously this could not be happening. "What are we gonna do?" Piper asked her brother and sisters questioningly as she tried to digest what was going to happen to them if they got caught.
Phoebe noting that neither her sisters nor her brother knew what to do of this situation and so decided to take charge. "Stall him." Phoebe yelled out at her sister.
As soon as Prue heard her sister's words she rushed as fast as she could through the kitchen door and rushed across the main room of Quake. "Uh, hey, hey, you're Inspector Morris right." Prue yelled out panicky as she grabbed a hold of Morris' arms in order of hoping to stop him.
Morris nodded his head at Prue as he tried to move out of her way but Prue continued to stop him. "Right, right, is Andy here?" Daryl spoke wanting to find his partner so that they could hurry up and finish the case and find those missing women.
Damn it. Prue thought.
Prue shook her head gulping as she tried to think of some way to stall Morris further. "Uh, Andy, I don't know is he." She spoke with a stuttering voice as she continued to move into his way. She needed to do this for Piper and Phoebe and for Dean but especially for Sam.
Meanwhile back in the kitchen Piper was beginning to freak out even more as Phoebe grabbed hold of one of the kitchen tray's and began fanning it on Piper hoping to calm her sister. "Okay, breathe, Piper, breathe." Phoebe continued to speak as Piper's breathing became slightly laboured.
Dean watched his sisters as he himself began to panic. He really didn't know who had used that power whether it was Piper or him but either way it didn't matter because they were all in trouble. He wondered what to do as he could hear the sounds of Prue and the police officer coming ever closer and decided to take action.
"I'm gonna go with Prue and stall the nice detective. I'll be good at that." Dean told his sisters and quickly left the kitchen hoping that he could stall the guy, with Prue, until the power shifted.
Dean walked out to see Prue trying to keep Morris at bay but to no prevail. "I… have a… have a..." She spoke as Dean rushed forward to help his big sister with the only way he knew how too.
"Hey, Inspector, I'm Prue's brother, Halliwell. I mean, Dean, its Dean, I…" Dean spoke to the man trying to get him to stop but Morris being the irritation police officer that he just kept moving trying to get by both Prue and Dean, and shifted past them.
"Wait." Prue yelled out in desperation as Dean and she followed Morris through the kitchen doors but as soon as they stepped into the kitchen the plates that had once been frozen into mid-air smashed to the ground with a welcomed crash.
Piper and Phoebe both screamed as it crashed jumping back as not to get hit by a piece of shard.
Andy shook it off wanting to talk to Prue more than anything as he spoke. "I really think we should…" He paused noting Prue and Dean were no longer before him but where now behind him. Even more was that they were longer the only people in the room but his partner was here too.
"…talk." Andy spoke slowly. Dean and the women all held their breath hoping Andy would not catch the shift that had happened. Andy however looked to his partner with confusion. "What are you doing here; I thought I had five minutes." Andy argued with his partner as he pointed to him with a small bout of laughter.
Dean and the women each silently gave a sigh of relief at the knowledge that Andy seemed to not have truly noticed the shift or else they would be getting put into police cages within a seconds notice.
Morris returned the small bout of laughter with his own as he lifted his suit jacket sleeve up to show his watch off to Andy. "Yeah, I gave you ten." Morris pointed down on the watch as Andy frowned confusion taking hold of him as he lifted the sleeve of his coat up to reveal his own watch.
"What the hell?" Andy spoke with confusion, not understanding what was going on.
Dean laughed rather shakily at that hoping that things wouldn't be destroyed by Piper and his own power. "You know watches, they can never tell time… properly." He spoke trying to move past the situation by installing a slight of humour something he was known all too well for.
Prue and Phoebe responded by giving him a frosty glare. Prue then turned to look at the middle sister and gave her a pointed look.
"Guys, we are really busy in here." Piper responded to her sister's glance as she turned to glare at Andy and Morris while Phoebe nodded her head in agreement. Dean rolled his eyes as he watch Phoebe put her hands on her waist and looking rather smugly towards the men.
Andy nodded his head rather shakily as he continued to twist one hand around his watch and wrist. He didn't understand. "Yeah, sure," Andy nodded to Piper waving his hand out to her in apology and understanding. He had already caused a problem with the smashed plates.
Prue then stepped forward at her brother's nudging and looked over to Andy despite Morris being in the middle of them both. "I'll call you later, I promise." She said with a promise as she looked to him with a gentle smile before grabbing a hold of Morris' arm to push him out the door.
Dean ducked in behind his sister as he gripped Prue's shoulders with a squeeze. "And I'll make sure that she does." He promised Andy while looking to the man as Prue tried to shrug him off of her shoulders.
Andy nodded his head at the two Halliwell siblings with a kind of dazed look. "Okay, good." He responded as Prue and Dean pushed his partner and him towards the door. He stopped for a second and gave a small wave to the other two sisters across for him as he went.
"Bye." Phoebe yelled out breathlessly to the two police officers before moving to look at Prue and Dean. Prue looked a little sheepish with the baggy yellowish jacket and the knee length black dress although she did look a bit lighter now that Andy and Morris were gone.
Dean however was still looking a little sheepish even in his traditional leather jacket. He still looked a little worse for wear.
And then Piper, Piper was looking rather pissed as she stayed still behind Phoebe with a seething anger buried in her because of her power. "I hate being a witch." She hissed into Phoebe's neck with anger before she walked away from Dean and her sisters.
Phoebe, Dean and Prue looked to one another with a small amount of apprehension as Phoebe lifted a hand to her chest in anxiousness for their middle sister. While Dean and Prue shifted closer together.
"Ouch." Dean spoke with apprehension as he began to chew on his bottom lip as he watched Piper walk away from the group with a bitch face that could rival even Sam's bitch faces. He watched as his sister left before turning back to look at Phoebe and Prue with a nervous expression on his face.
Phoebe and Prue both returned his look of apprehension as Phoebe looked down sadly with the believe that this probably had something to do with the half conversation that they had had earlier that day.
Prue nodded her head agreeing with the expressions and thoughts her little brother and sister were having with a blink of her eyes. She hadn't expected this of Piper, but she shouldn't have really been surprised. Piper was a fairly normal person in the world and this must have been torture for her.
* *P *D * P*S * P* *
Sam looked around himself to find he was standing next to Kat and again she was wearing that ACDC band shirt, her mother's earrings, denim skirt, white tights and black shoes. Her hair and make-up was in the exact way that it was in his dream last night.
That weird pain was again in his head, his sense of sound being cut off by a loud buzzing in his left ear. He shook his head in irritation as the sun beated down on him and the grounds of Hyde high school in San Francisco, California.
Instead of the smirk that he had on his face from last night, his mind was stricken. He felt like it was impossible to breathe and again he was gritting his teeth at the intense pain that was filling his head. He heard himself whimpering slightly.
Kat kept on talking away, unaware of Sam's fear or misery or pain as 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.
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. Kat got up off of Sam and the ground, helping him to get back on his feet. He tried to talk to her but she blew him off.
Sam struggled to breathe or move as 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. 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 over its bumper, before making Kat crash back to the ground. Sam screamed, tears running down his eyes as dead blue eyes stared back at him.
He could breathe or think of anything but Kat's red blood moving out of her body, a crowd beginning to circle the area with everyone else in shock.
Sam continued to scream and yell, trying to get to Kat when he felt the familiar pull. He felt that he was again being pulled away from Kat as he tried to move towards her with desperation.
His body seized as he flew up into the air.
Sweat drenched his body, as he again found himself in his bedroom. This time he recognized himself in the room, but then realized that a scream had left his throat. Fortunately unlike last time his brother and sisters were nowhere in sight tonight.
That was more than a good thing, since he didn't want to spoil anything with his family, it was really annoying to have all of those eyes on him; brown, hazel, green. He hated having everyone concerned about him, and they were already over-protective before his nightmare, before they became witches.
Life seemed to permanently suck when it came to him with his nightmares and the heritage that he had never inherited. A witch with no powers, or was he not one at all, the latter seemed more probable to him.
It was then that it hit him. He wasn't a witch because it was not his heritage. The only explanation that Sam could even think of was…
"I'm adopted." He whispered into the quiet blackness of his room, tears beginning to resurface in his mind as he thought about it. It seemed to be the only logical explanation.
His sisters were only his sisters by half, if that was even true, and then he looked nothing like Dean. The pictures that he had seen of his mother, he looked nothing like her even the pictures of her as a child and he was so different from his father and his Grams was the complete opposite of him in every way. There was no possible way that he could be their child, their brother.
Sam looked to his bed side table, to the pictures that lay there.
Ever since his dad had died, his Grams somehow had known that he needed something to remember him by, and his mom, whom he had never known. Whenever he had asked his brother or sisters of their mother; they usually always clammed up, his father too. But after dad died; his Grams had told him a story about his mom and then had given him pictures of her and his dad and he put them at his bedside. He had been barely eight years old and yet it was something that he had kept and added too over the years.
He now had a picture of his mom, his dad, one of both his parents together, his Grams, and then pictures of Dean and his sisters. The first one was of all five of his siblings, the second was of him and Dean taken by Prue and the third was of his three sisters, in one of their happier times.
Grabbing the one of his parents together, he gave a faint smile at the picture. It had been taken during Dean's first birthday, and his mother had looked so incredibly beautiful; her long curly honeycomb locks drifted over her body, highlighting both her face at her gorgeous dark brown doe eyes. She was wearing a sandy coloured dress that made her look like an angel and his mother was an angel. Yet he could see nothing of himself in her, not even a hint.
He couldn't even look at his father as he threw it against the wall with heartache. The picture smashed against the wall on impact with a satisfying crunch.
Sam then threw himself against his bed sobbing his heart out, he couldn't handle anything right now as he continued to sob, his nightmares of Kat forgotten, given way to a new nightmare. A nightmare of being a powerless mortal, in a family full of witches. A nightmare of losing his family and himself.
Sam soon ended up crying himself to sleep, unaware that his siblings had returned home. He slept on as his door opened him still unaware as his eldest sister walked into his room.
Prue smiled as she looked to her baby brother, fast asleep on his bed with the blue sheets nearly swallowing him whole and walked over to him sitting on the side of the bed. Gently she moved her fingers to sift through the teen's chestnut brown locks with affection. After having nearly been caught out today, she felt the need to see her brother in all his innocence.
Prue then frowned a little when she noted the tear tracks on her little brother's face. Prue looked around the room and frowned deeper when she found the smashed picture on the ground.
Stepping away from the brunette, Prue walked over to the blue walls, leaned down and picked up the picture. It was of her Mom and John, Sam and Dean's father.
Looking back to her brother, she sighed. Prue went back to her brother's side, leaned down and gave him a small kiss on the forehead, like her mother used to do for her. Stepping back up she left the bedroom, taking the picture with her. She would talk to Sammy later about it.
* *P *D * P*S * P* *
Prue was standing by the stairs looking between the stairs and her watch with a cup of coffee in her hands. Dean and Piper had already left the house, having to get in early and Prue had no idea where Phoebe was this morning. Then again she never really knew where Phoebe went nowadays.
Prue sighed. She had finished her coffee and had done everything else she had to do and it was twenty-five to eight, meaning that if a little someone didn't move their ass then they would be late.
Prue groaned as she searched her watch again, before looking back up the stairs. "Sam, hurry up." She called out as she quickly stormed into the kitchen to put her coffee cup in the sink. She'd clean that up later.
Glancing at herself in the mirror she noted that the dress pants she had gotten a year ago still fit her and still looked great, the low cut blue top going nicely with the blue jacket that she was wearing. Then again they did come as a set and were a part of her newer collection of clothes bought for her by the boys, or Sam, with Dean being way too cheap to buy them himself yet taking complete credit for.
Prue then made her way back out to the hall to see her baby brother dragging himself down the stairs, Prue looked over the boy seeing him in the creased ripped jeans that had previously belonged to Dean. He was wearing the same brown hoodie he had worn all week and she could barely make out the black long sleeved t-shirt he was wearing and his hair looked a bit lax.
Sam never wore t-shirts on their own unless it was summer or he was lazing about the house, something that wasn't very often with his infliction with Kat.
Sam walked down the stairs and frowned when he noticed Prue. "I thought Dean was taking me to school?" he responded curiously as he looked around with suspicion and distrust.
Sam may love his brothers and sisters more than anything in the world but he wasn't exactly stupid. He knew that when plans changed suddenly that tended to mean that something was wrong. With the way Prue was looking at him up and down, he was assuming it was something to do with him.
Prue looked to Sam's tired eyes that were a mixture of reds and blacks and hazel. The blacks being from an obvious lack of sleep and the reds being from crying... rubbing. She shrugged.
"Dean had to work and I currently don't have a job." She responded nonchalant. Technically she was telling the truth; Dean did have a job and she currently did not. However Dean wasn't working today having been made to take a mandatory day off and she herself had a date in about an hour and a half.
She turned away from her brother, noting the kid's suspicion, not that she could blame him. With Sam being the baby of the big family, he was always in these types of situations much to the irritation of him. His fault for being the youngest or at least that's what Phoebe said.
At hearing those words Sam's face softened as he looked to his big sister with empathy. "I'm sure you'll get one." he told the older brunette, his tone soft and reassuring, letting his innocence shine through.
Prue looked back to the fifteen year old with soft green eyes nearly identical to Dean's eyes. It was funny how Sam was so innocent in this whole situation. He was just a child that had been through more heartache than Prue cared to admit and yet he was still just Sam. The kid would have made a surprising witch if he had the powers.
Prue began looking the teenager up and down again with curiosity as she ran a hand through her hair to mess up the short black brown locks.
"Are you okay?" Prue asked the child as she grabbed her car keys from the table beside the stairs and began to make her way towards the door with Sam following on her heels, grabbing his bag and jacket while he went.
Sam pulled his jacket on as Prue opened and then locked the door after the two of them were out the Manor as they both walked towards Prue's BMW with Sam looking around to find that both Piper and Dean's cars were gone.
Not wanting Prue to really see his face, he decided to respond now instead of when they were both in the car together. "Yeah, I'm fine." It was a lie, but hopefully Prue wouldn't notice that. "Just tired. Dean's been keeping me up." he continued, needing an excuse for what was going on with him right now. He just hoped that Prue wouldn't get suspicious.
Prue simply nodded her head as she unlocked the car door to allow her and Sam to get into the car as they both got in with Sam throwing his bag into the back to save room despite his small structure. Prue quickly started up the car so she could have a proper conversation with her little brother. She had put the child locks on earlier to make the whole thing easier on Sam. She needed to know what was going on in his little mind and hoped that she could do something to help him. Prue turned to look at her brother with an apprehensive expression on her face. "So do you want to tell me about the picture?" Prue asked taking a deep breath as she spoke, unsure how the fifteen year old would react to her words.
Prue was more than surprised when Sam began to try and open the car doors wanting to get out of the moving car. And he was supposed to be the smart one.
"The doors are locked." Prue confirmed to the teenager.
Sam turned back to look at his sister with a growl of irritation. He really did not want to be locked in a room with Prue on his own, and being in a car didn't help either. Inwardly he was blaming his big brother for this one, Dean was supposed to be taking him to school.
Prue rolled her eyes at her little brother. The kid could honestly be annoying sometimes. "You're the one that likes to talk if Andy's anything to go by." Prue pointed out to her kid brother with raised eyebrows. Ever since Andy came back she had had an inkling that little Sammy had been revealing secrets. Hell, it was only Sam that had the guts to do something like that in the first place.
Sam took a deep breath and looked away from his sister, feeling rather sheepish as he tried to think of a way out of this situation, not that he could.
"I like Andy." He finally said, hoping that would save him.
Prue smiled to her little brother, her smile light and caring. "I like Andy too, but I want to talk about you." She told her brother with care and love. She truly did want to do this for her brother. Prue knew something had to have happened for him to act like that and she wanted to know so that she could help him like he always managed to help her. "What happened, Sam?" She asked.
"Nothing." Sam responded nonchalantly. "Just had a nightmare." He continued keeping his tone sober as not to attract his sister to the fact that something was wrong and it wasn't as if he was lying, I mean he did have nightmares, it just happened to not be his only problem at the moment.
Prue rolled her eyes at the youngster. "Sam." She spoke seriously wanting to know what was going on with her kid brother at the moment. A minute later and Prue was driving out of the neighbourhood on her way to Sam's school as she looked between the boy and the road above her.
"I don't look like her." Sam finally said with a quiet voice as he looked down on his fingers, twisting them in his hand to distract himself. A crease in his mind let him know that Prue was confused and before she went to speak, he did. "Like Mom?" He continued. He knew that he didn't look like his Mom and nothing Prue could say would stop that, but he didn't look like his sisters or brother either which he said. "I don't like her or Dean or you or Dad. I don't look like anyone."
Prue looked to her baby brother with sad green eyes as the kid looked down. She had never known that he had felt that way and it was scary that she hadn't noticed.
"Dean is the one with blonde hair." Sam continued with irritation as he spoke about his brother. "Dean is the one with powers. Not me." He didn't mean to sound jealous but he was truly jealous of his brother because Dean had powers, his sisters had powers and yet he did not.
Prue continued to look at the child wandering how she could things better for Sam. "That's a good thing, Sam. It means that you are still you." Honestly she was happy that Sam didn't have powers. It was bad enough that Dean and Phoebe had powers let alone Sam.
It was just that Sam was just so innocent compared to the rest of them and he was only fifteen years old. The thought of him having powers truly did scare her a little. At least one of them could be kept out of danger and if she had to pick then she was happy that it was Sam.
The two sat in silence for a minute as Prue continued to look between her baby brother and the road with a small bout of agitation.
"Why didn't anyone tell me?" Sam suddenly asked his sister with confusion in his words.
Prue turned back to her brother with a frown. "Tell you what?" She asked the teenager as she put the car into park at the side of the road so that she could talk to the teenager face to face. As soon as the car was stopped she shifted in her seat to give Sam her full attention.
Sam waited until his sister was facing him and looked to her with a face of utter determination in his hazel eyes. "I'm adopted." Sam spoke with a soft heart-breaking voice to his sister.
At hearing those words, Prue started, she was glad that she had parked the car if only for the fact that what her brother had said would have caused her to crash the stupid car. "What? Hey you are not adopted." Prue argued with her brother, not believing that the kid had just said that. He was the last person that she would have accused of being adopted.
God, Prue was there when Sam was born. It didn't make sense.
"I don't look like them Prue." Sam yelled out to his sister. "I don't look like Dean and he is my full brother." He continued with confidence, knowing that he didn't look like Dean and they were both completely biological brothers with the same Mom and Dad supposedly.
"And I'm not your sister." Prue rebutted not believing that Sam was saying this. He was supposed to be the smart one after all.
"I don't know, are you?" Sam returned with anger in his small voice that even made Prue blink. Sam wasn't what you would call an angry teenager, he was more of a happy go lucky kid that most people could easily love. Hell, most people loved Sam.
Prue pulled her fingers through her dark hair with frustration. She really wished that Sam hadn't brought this one up. How do you convince a fifteen year old kid that he wasn't adopted anyway?
She sighed trying to think of what to say and hell, even if he was adopted he was still her brother. "Even if you were adopted, which you aren't by the way, I would still be your sister." She said. Her tone was confident and stormy as she had practically raised Sam alongside her Grams. She was thirteen when he was born, and was eighteen when he was five. If Grams had wanted then she could have raised Sam as her own.
Not that she would do that to her mother's memory.
"A death sentence if you are." Sam whispered with tears in his eyes.
Everyone died on him, a fact that he was starting to learn all too well and the worst part was that he wasn't even their child and they were being punished for being adopted by them.
"Sam, what's wrong?" Prue asked the small boy as she moved towards him and pulled his face up to look her in the eye. "Why did you wreck that picture?" She asked with desperation for her little brother.
Sam glanced into his sister's moss green eyes with tears. "I'm not their son." He cried as the tears came down from his eyes and it truly broke Prue to see someone so strong being that broken by something he couldn't even control.
Prue gasped in agony for the kid, tears in her own eyes as she watched those puppy dog eyes droop. The kid had always managed bring out the maternal side in woman and she was no different. Taking her brother's face in her hands she looked to him desperately.
"You have Piper's hair, my mole on the side of your face." Prue whispered to the boy as she ran a hand through his hair before touching the small spot on his face. "You're eyes are a mix of Dean and Phoebe's eyes." She continued as she looked closely into his little eyes.
Prue's own eyes continued to tear up as she looked to the little boy. He was her brother and anyone could see it except for Sam.
"You look just like Mom, whenever I look for her, I see her in you." Prue finally revealed with total and complete affection. It was more than true. At first glance you would have thought he looked like his Dad, but no he looked the double of their mother.
"I don't look like Mom." Sam argued.
Prue wanted to laugh at that one because Sam had never met their mother and only knew her from photos but he was her double and it had always calmed even as a little girl.
"You don't have Mom's hair colour or even her eyes, but the rest of you, that's Mom." Prue spoke with a small voice, it was the reason why people said he looked like John, because they both had dark hair but when you really looked then you would see that he also had most of Patty's features. He looked just like Patty.
"You have Mom's personality, but John's strength." Prue continued with a panicked voice towards the teen wanting him to desperately believe in what she was saying because it was the truth. John Winchester and Patty Halliwell were Samuel Peregrine Winchester Halliwell's parents. And she would argue anyone that said otherwise. "You are my brother, Sam, inside and out." Prue finished as she put her hand over his heart.
Sam shook his head not wanting to believe it even though his sister seemed determined of the fact that he was truly her brother.
"What about the powers?" Sam argued.
"What about them?" Prue rebutted. She wasn't sure how he could believe that he was adopted just because he didn't have any powers. It made no sense.
"I don't have any but you all do." Sam spoke.
Prue laughed as she wiped her face of tears. "I'm happy you don't have any powers. I'm happy you can be normal." She continued with a strong voice as she looked to her brother with adoration. There was no way that this wasn't a good thing.
For her the fact that Sam didn't have any powers was a god send. She couldn't stand the thought of her little brother having powers and being in danger. Prue couldn't handle her brother being in trouble all because of a power or ability.
"I just want to know why." Sam responded.
"I don't know why, honey, but what I do know is that you are my brother." Prue sniffed loudly, and stroked the back of Sam's head as the anguish of the last few months came pouring out. With everything that she had been worrying about she forgot Sam, a child that had all but convinced himself that he was adopted. He wasn't adopted.
At thirteen she remembered everything about Sam's birth, born on the 2nd of May 1983 in the Halliwell manor, just like Phoebe, according to Grams. Surprisingly Sam was nothing like Phoebe, at least in their teenage years. Although she could admit that Phoebe had actually been a pretty sweet kid.
"Can we go to school please?" Sam responded to his sister quietly. He just wanted to go to school right now and hopefully get away from his sister. He knew that he was adopted and nothing that his sister said could stop him from feeling that way.
Prue sighed, her heart breaking a little as she looked to her baby brother, knowing that he still believed that he was adopted. It was stupid because anyone could tell that Sam was part Halliwell part Winchester and even more was her brother. His vision much be bad if he believed that he wasn't one of them.
"Sure but your my brother, remember that." Prue told the boy as she put her hand over his knee with a light smile on her face. She really wanted her little brother to be alright and to truly know that he was her brother whether he looked like her or not. She wanted her brother to know that she loved him whether he was a witch or not because either way, he was her brother and he always would be.