The work of the Charmed Ones is never truly finished. Usually, I'd frown upon that fact but lately, it's been working out for me. I now realize why Phoebe threw herself in a pile of demons whenever she was having guy troubles. The weekend came and went, without me and Sam 'hanging out' because there was a demon attack in the manor so we had to reschedule. It's taking awhile though because of a case that Dean found. This poor girl was attacked by something that clawed through her skull. Dean and Sam were going to go by themselves, but Castiel insisted on us girls getting used to hunting. So, now we are on our way to Alliance, Nebraska. The girls were quite peeved they haven't gotten to spend much time with their boyfriends since they made it official, but as we followed along the Impala in Scottie, I just let the top down and enjoyed the drive with a smile.
"Why are you so happy?" Kimberly grumbled from shotgun. I smiled at my sisters who both had their arms folded like five year olds.
"It's been almost two weeks."
"Since?" Dylan asked half interested.
"Since my awkward moment with Sam. The difference between me and you," I said to Kimberly, "is when I avoid people, they take longer to figure it out. It's kind of obvious when you do it. Or maybe it's just obvious to me."
"Yeah, well I just don't understand why we all had to be dragged along on this case. It's not a power of three thing."
"Cass just wants us to get some more practice. That's all."
"I could be with Randy right now." Dylan mumbled. I saw her pouting from the rearview mirror and laughed.
"On the bright side, Randy's not a demon. I checked the Book of Shadows." Dylan sneered at me.
"Thanks Shar." She said sarcastically. I tried to cheer my girls up with music but it didn't really do much, so we just bobbed along in silence the rest of the drive. Jeez, they could be stubborn.
When we got to Alliance, the guys got us another skivvy motel room and went off to break the law again and pretend to be FBI. While Kimberly took a shower, Dylan and I tried to watch some television. Then her phone rang. It was Dean.
"Hello?"
"So, we definitely have a case, but it's not what we thought."
"What does that mean?" She asked.
"The girl wasn't attacked. She killed herself. She scratched her brains out." Dylan made a face of shock which caught my attention.
"She what?" she spoke.
"What's wrong?" I asked her but she fanned her hands for me to be quiet. I simply rolled my eyes and waited for her to speak.
"She literally… scratched her brains out." She repeated.
"Yeah, there was a press on nail found in her brain." Dylan made a face of nausea. "We are on our way to the house where she died. She was babysitting, and the kid's parents found her. We are going to ask them some questions." Dylan recomposed herself and then spoke.
"Okay. What do you want us to do?"
"Just wait for us to get back. It'll go a lot faster without you guys."
"Excuse me? Listen hotshot, I cancelled my day to come and help out so don't even think you're going to do this by yourself."
"I'm not by myself. I'm with Sammy." Click.
"I fucking hate him." Dylan growled.
"Oh, so now you're talking to me."
"Kid said he put this on the babysitter's hair brush." Dean said as he walked with Sam out of the house holding a pack of itching powder.
"Dean, there's no way itching powder made the girl scratch her brains out. It's just ground up maple seeds."
"You have any other theories, I'm open to them." Dean responded. Sam's phone went off and he answered.
"Yeah? Okay. We're coming." As they drove Sam explained that there was another weird death in town. That, they were prepared for, what they weren't prepared to see was Scottie parked outside the hospital.
"What the hell are they doing here?" Dean growled as they rushed inside. They headed straight to the morgue to see a body that was completely fried as if it was lit on fire.
"What happened?" Sam asked.
"Guy got electrocuted." They doctor responded.
"Any idea how?" Dean asked.
"Maybe a loose wire or something."
"Any witnesses?" asked Sam.
"Mr. Stanley. He's a patient but he's not making a lick of sense. He's senile." The doctor walked the two men to the patient's room. They were surprised to see us there speaking with the poor old man. Dean and Sam shared a look.
"Agent Page. Agent Plant. What took you so long?" Kimberly asked with a smirk.
"Dr. Gray said that these cases have now become the BAU's business." The doctor informed the guys. They forced themselves not to crack their facials.
"But we didn't want to over step our boundaries. It's still you're jurisdiction so we had the doctor call you." I added. Dean glared at me when the doctor wasn't looking and I winked back at him.
"Thanks." Sam said void of emotions.
"Can we have a moment doctor?" Dean asked politely. The doctor walked off to deal with his stressful day. "What are you guys doing here?" Dean somehow managed to yell and whisper at the same time.
"The BAU?" Sam asked in disbelief.
"He bought it." I defended us.
"You guys watch too much TV." Sam mumbled.
"Right back at you Agent Page." Dylan shot back.
"Can we just do what we came here to do?" Dean said frustrated.
"Sorry Dean. We beat you to it." Kim said. "The guy bought one of those goof hand shaking toys. You know, when you shake someone's hand, they would feel a buzz." Sam and Dean's eyes widened in shock.
"And that killed the man?" Sam said in shock. We nodded our heads. "We gotta get that toy."
"No problem." I went and knelled down next to the man. "Excuse me. Mr. Stanley." I said in my sweetest voice. "I know you're going through a hard time right now. Is there any chance I can have that device? Just so we can analyze it and make sure this never happens to anyone else."
"Take it. I don't want it." It didn't take long for us to get back to the motel.
"Just out of curiosity, what do you plan on doing with it?" Kim asked the guys.
"Hey Dean. Put it there pal!" I said offering my hand. Dylan laughed while Kim scolded me, telling me to take it off. Dean put on gloves and goggles as if he was going to dissect something. Sam returned to the room with a huge uncooked ham. We only raised our brows and sat down to watch the two buffoons.
"You ready?" Dean asked.
"Hit it Mr. Wizard." Sam responded and then he too put on goggles. Dean then grabbed the ham and we were all amazed to see the ham smoke and become completely cooked.
"That'll do pig." Said Dean.
"What the hell?" Kim said in shock.
"That crap isn't supposed to work." Sam exclaimed.
"This thing doesn't even have batteries." Dean realized.
"So how is this happening?" Dylan asked.
"Cursed objects?" Sam suggested.
"I guess." Dean said as he whipped out a switch blade. He cut into the ham and took a bite. "Maybe there's a powerful witch in town."
"Warlock." I corrected.
"Whatever." Dean responded while stuffing his face.
"Is there any link between the joy buzzer and the itching powder?" Dylan asked.
"They were both purchased from the same store." Sam informed us.
"Then why are we still here?" I asked while watching Dean cut himself another piece of ham.
The toy store seemed normal when we walked in. It had some prank toys, costumes and whoopee cushions. Then some dude came up from the back.
"Welcome to the conjurarium. Sanctum of magic and mystery." He said.
"Yeah, I bet." I mumbled. Kimberly elbowed me.
"Hi, are you the owner?" Kimberly asked. He nodded.
"Have you sold any itching powder or joy buzzers lately?" Dean asked him.
"Yeah. One of each. Don't really get a lot of buyers anymore. So, are you here to be something or what?" Dean took out his wallet and paid for his whoopee cushion. I rolled my eyes.
"Amateur." I mumbled under my breath.
"Thanks." The guy said as he took the money. "These days, all kids care about are their IPhones and those kissing-vampire movies." He added bitterly.
"So, that upsets you?" Dean asked. He nodded.
"So, you decided to do something about it?" I said.
"To get revenge." Dean added. He picked up one of those rubber chickens and placed it down on the counter.
"Do you know kids could have been hurt?" Dylan shouted.
"What? What are you-" The man was cut off by shock when Dean electrocuted the chicken and turned it into a plastic puddle of mess. He flew back, falling over.
"Guys. Something tells me this guy is not a powerful witch." Sam said.
"Warlock!" I yelled.
"Whatever. Let's get out of here." Dean said as we rushed to the exit.
That night, Kim decided to stay up and scry for some sort of clue. When she found nothing, she began to skim through the Book hoping to find a clue. It seemed we were back at square one until the next day. The guys got a call about another attack. This time, a man got all his teeth ripped out of his mouth while he tried sleeping.
"What's up with toothless?" Dean asked Sam.
"He wrote up a description: 5'10, 350 pounds, wings and a pink tutu." I laughed. Everyone raised a brow at me so I hung my head in shame.
"Sorry." I mumbled trying to hold my laughter.
"He said it was the tooth fairy." Sam said ignoring me.
"Maybe he's high off the painkillers." Kim suggested.
"Not necessarily. Some kids are here with stomach ulcers. They say they got it from mixing Pop Rock and Coke." Dylan pointed out.
"Yeah, and another guy… his face froze this way." Dean hesitated before tearing open his mouth to make a funny face. "He held it too long and it stuck."
"...Okay, so if you had all that up…" Sam thought and then continued. "I got nothing."
"Well, everything that has happened are all lies that kids believe."Dean said.
"But they're coming true now." I said questioningly.
"So, whatever is doing this," Sam said looking at me, not wanting to get yelled at about saying witch again, "is reshaping reality."
"Awesome." I said sarcastically.
"Maybe it's a trickster." He continued.
"With the sense of humor of a 9 year old." Dean agreed.
"Or you." Sam said making us bust out into laughter. Afterwards, Sam took the map that Kim used to scry and plotted where the attacks have been. In the center of all the madness was four acres of farmland and a house. Dean went off to do a background check on the house and buy shaving cream for his palm while Sam was going to go and check it out. Apparently, our motel was in the circle of craziness and Dean just couldn't help himself. "Dean, I'll be fine. It's not the first time I've hunted alone."
"Yeah, well we've gone up against tricksters and lost so wait for me to get back."
"Wait, so that someone else could get killed? Fine. You don't want me to go alone. I won't. I'll go with Shar." Unfortunately, I wasn't there to defend myself at the time. I was in the shower and Kim and Dylan just sat in silence and laughed. Thanks girls. So, against my will, I went off with Sam to the house. The drive was quiet at first but I hate awkward silences so I had to say something.
"So, how do you kill a trickster?" I asked. Sam took out two wooden stakes from a bag while I drove.
"With these, but it won't be easy."
"Are you sure it's a trickster?"
"Nope. But it seems like it is." I looked at Sam and laughed.
"You know, I think you can help people without impersonating an FBI agent Sam."
"Yeah, I guess. But this way's easier." I shook my head and parked the car. "Hey." He said as we walked up to the house. I turned to look at him. "Stay by my side." I rolled my eyes.
"You know, it may not seem like it, but I am more powerful than you." He smiled at me.
"You think you could take me?" I looked up at the giant man and shrugged.
"Once I get you down to my height, it shouldn't be too difficult." He laughed and reached in his jacket to get his lock pick which exposed the Ruby knife. "You know, you could try and hide that thing." I said. He ignored me and attempted to open the door, only to be surprised by a little boy. He quickly hid the lock pick and smiled at him.
"Can I help you?" he said to us. He was so adorable.
"Hi. Uh, what's your name?" Sam said nervously. I rolled my eyes and thought to myself that if they keep this up, my eyes will get stuck soon.
"Who wants to know?" the boy replied. He had chubby cheeks, a button nose, brown hair and big brown eyes. I just wanted to eat him up. Sam fumbled with his badge, so I knew that this was a woman's job.
"Hi. My name is Sharnel. This is my friend. He's from the FBI." Sam held down the badge so that he could see.
"Let me see that." He said taking it and examining it for himself. "So, what, you guys don't knock?" I smiled at the kid. He seemed to have common sense when it came to strangers knocking on his door. He still didn't give us his name.
"Yeah, sorry about that." I said with a smile. "Are your parents home?"
"They work." He answered simply.
"Well, do you mind if we ask you some questions?" Sam asked him. "Maybe we could take a look around the house?"
"I don't know." He replied. I kneeled down in front of him.
"I get it." I said. "You're doing the right thing. Being cautious. That's the makings of a really smart young man. And I know he's monstrous looking." Sam glared at me and I smiled. "But he couldn't harm a fly. Trust me. I bet you could take him in an arm wrestling match any day. I know I could and I'm a girl. We just need to look around a little and if he gives you any trouble, just tell me." The boy looked at me and thought it over before letting us in. He went into the kitchen and turned off the fire.
"What's that?" Sam asked.
"It's called soup. You heat it up and you eat it." The boy responded. I was really starting to love this boy. He had to be my kid in another life.
"Yeah, I know. It's just I used to make my own dinner too when I was a kid." Sam smiled at him.
"Well, I'm not a kid." He responded. I smiled at him.
"Right. I know." Sam tried. "I'm Robert by the way." I tried not to roll my eyes as he shook the kid's hand.
"Jesse." The boy replied. I noticed a drawing on the wall. It was of the tooth fairy but it looked a lot like the version that attacked that guy.
"Hey, Jesse, did you draw this?" I asked him. He nodded.
"It's the tooth fairy." He informed us.
"So, that's what he looks like." I said.
"Yeah, my dad told me about him."
"Yeah, but I thought it was only a story."
"Nope." Jesse said shaking his head.
"What about itching powder?" I tried.
"That stuff will make you scratch your brains out."
"Pop Rocks and Coke?" Sam added.
"You mix that stuff and you'll end up in the hospital. Everyone knows that." I pulled out the joy buzzer and he looked scared.
"You shouldn't have that." Jesse told me.
"Why not?" I said kneeling down in front of him again.
"It can electrocute you." He answered. I decided to go with the hunch that was building up in my head.
"Actually sweetie, it can't. It's just a toy. It's totally harmless. The thing doesn't even have batteries."
"So, it can't shock you?" he asked confused. I smiled and shook my head.
"Nope. Not at all. I swear." I answered him.
"Oh." He said believing me. "Okay."
"All it does is just tickle your hand. It's kind of lame. See?" I said and put the buzzer on Sam's knee. In shock and fear he jumped and buckled his knees. "Told you Robby was harmless. He's ticklish." I said making Jesse laugh. "And I told you that it wouldn't be too difficult to take you." I whispered to Sam. Sam looked like he was about to blow his top so I decided it was time to go. "Well Jesse. You've been most helpful. We're going to get out of your way so you can enjoy the rest of your day now."
"Okay." He said.
"It was nice meeting you."
"You too. Bye." He waved as we left the house.
"Shar, what the hell?" Sam asked through gritted teeth.
"That boy has the power to think something and make it true. Projection?" I thought aloud about Billie's power on the show. Sam glared at me for ignoring him. "Come on dude. That boy is majorly powerful. I don't think he's a trickster. I think he's a witch."
"Warlock." Sam corrected.
"Whatever." I answered as we headed back to the motel.