Chapter Two

Willow ate her burger and drained her beer, idly skimming again through her phone when she was startled by a buzzing next to her. Looking at her phone oddly and turning it over her eyes focused on the illuminated cell phone on the table in front of her. From the screen she could see someone called 'Cas' had sent the guy who was at her table a message.

Swallowing the last bite of her burger she stood up, extracted a bill from her pocket, grabbed her satchel and the forgotten phone and made her way to the door.

Just as she went to exit the phone's owner appeared from outside, she smiled and passed his phone only for him to slap a set of dark handcuffs round her wrist. Willow tried to yank back her hand only to see she was now cuffed to the guy, "wha- I, what's going on?"

The taller companion of the guy stepped inside the door and flashed her what could only be a skilfully done fake FBI badge, "Let's take this outside Miss."

Willow tried to unlock the cuffs on her wrist only to find her magic blocked and the guy she was attached to smirking. "Outside now, this is a bit public don't you think." He started to drag her away and Willow was forced to follow.

Straining her head round she saw the one called Sammy nod his head at the bartender before marching up to walk on the other side. "Take it easy Miss Rosenberg, let's get somewhere a bit quieter and talk, okay."

She half walked, half was dragged up to an older model Chevrolet and was forced into the backseat with the guy she was cuffed too. "Drive her carefully Sammy."

The car started and Willow was surprised at how smooth the drive was considering the age of the vehicle, her eyes scanned the interior, looking for something to get her out of the situation, but all she saw was a army man shoved inside the ashtray and a box of cassette tapes poking out of the glove box. Willow turned her head to look at the guy sitting next to her, noticed his green eyes and his pretty boy features before sighing. "Look, you obviously know who I am, I'm coming quietly and there is no danger to you from me, so can you please tell me why you have me in cuffs in the back of your car?"

The guy looked at her with a grin, "Well sugar, from looking at you, you're the Wicked Witch of Sunnydale and we have a spell that deals with witches."

Willow spluttered and coughed, "look guy, I'm not going to deny I'm that Willow Rosenberg, but I'm clean, I haven't used dark magic in years, I'm purely into white magic now. So I suggest you let me go before you end up with my friends hunting you down."

He stared at her before moving his gaze to meet the guy's driving eyes in the rear view mirror. He pulled a business card out of his pocket. "Along with some evidence of your crimes, my father managed to collect a business card of the supernatural contact for Sunnydale, let's see what he thinks about you still walking this earth?."

He reached for his phone and started plugging in the numbers. Willow overheard the ringing and then heard a familiar British voice answer, "Hello, Rupert Giles here."

Dean had experienced more awkward conversations in the back seat of his Impala, but not one where everyone was fully dressed. Punching the numbers into his phone he spared a glance for the woman who was looking at her hand attached to his before the phone was answered.

"Hello, Rupert Giles here."

"Mr Giles, hello, my name is Dean Winchester, I believe you knew my father?"

"Yes of course, your father was a dedicated hunter, I was sorry to hear of his passing. Is there anything I can help you with Dean?"

Dean once more locked eyes with Sam in the front seat who nodded. "Thank you for your condolences. I have had the fortune to run into a witch, one, last I heard you were looking for, a Miss Rosenberg?"

The man at the other end of the phone call gasped before his voice lost the gentile tone and turned hard, "If you have hurt her Mr Winchester, then the full force of The Watchers Council will be upon yours and your brother's head."

Dean pulled the phone away from his head and gave it a curious look before shaking his head for his brother in the front seat. "I'm sorry, I don't quite understand, last we heard this is the witch that tried to bring down the apocalypse, and is the reason your prior home is currently at the bottom of a crater?"

"This is why we don't trust hunters,"came the mumbled reply down the phone. "No Miss Rosenberg is no longer under the influence of dark magic, now I pray for your own sake she is breathing, pass her the phone."

He awkwardly passed the phone from his right hand into her left hand, and ignored the sneer she threw him before shrugging his shoulders.

"Hi Giles, how about I save us all some time, and these two idiots straining their ears trying to listen in and put you on speaker. One moment." Willow balanced the phone on her lap, pressed the speaker option and picked the phone up so all three could hear it.

"Go ahead Giles, could you please tell these two that I am not a big bad witch and that they should remove the iron cuffs they placed on me."

"Willow, you okay?"

"Of course Giles, the iron cuffs have put a damper on my magic, but nothing I couldn't get past."

Dean shifted his gaze from the phone to the witch again, she had a sparkle in her eyes and was rubbing her now free wrist. Dean spluttered, that was impossible, he had never seen a witch work around iron. "Sam, stop the car now!" He shouted at his brother who dutifully slammed on the brakes.

He felt the witch grab his arm to steady herself, and was about to pull it away from her and reach for his gun when she instead handed him the cuffs and balanced the phone on his lap. "Sorry that was cramping my arm a touch" she had the audacity to smile at him. This waif of a girl had just got the both of them out of the cuffs, manhandled him and he hadn't even seen her move.

Sam leveled his gaze at his brother and the woman in the backseat, before discreetly picking up his gun from his lap and pointing it towards her head. If it wasn't for the fact he now knew she had almost destroyed the world he would be impressed, seriously impressed, they were not handcuffs anything with a demon taint could get out of normally.

She picked the phone back up from his brother's lap and smiled at him in the front seat. "Sorry 'bout that Giles, these two seem to think it's appropriate to aim a gun at the most powerful Wicca in the western hemisphere." She threw him a wink and he felt a twinge below his belt before lowering the gun.

"Sorry, can someone please explain how you are not evil anymore, speaking from experience it's hard to wash that taint off."

The person at the other end of the phone decided to jump in at this point."Willow here is the reason there is now over 200 Slayers in the world, the hellmouth in Sunnydale is a steaming fissure and the world is not overrun with the First. So I would appreciate it if you lowered the guns you inevitably have pointed on her and let her out of your vehicle!" The man down the phone finished with a shout.

"Thank you Giles, I think I can take it from here, I'll give you a call later okay."
"Okay Willow, let me know if you need me to send some Slayers to you.

Sam saw the phone disconnect on his brothers lap before he raised his eyes to see the same look of shock on Dean's face he was sure would be gracing his own.

"Oh! I almost forgot in all the excitement, you got a message from someone called Cas."