'C'mon, Cas. Where the hell are you?' He prayed.
Ever since his capture by that stuck up bitch, Dean was stuck in this cell. He was a good hunter, but these people were very well trained. Why would they kidnap him? Unlike his friends, he wasn't a witch or have any knowledge of magical powers. He is a legacy. His grandfather Henry Winchester was a member.
Both his friends Prue and Paige were captured as well. Both were powerful witches, Paige a part Whitelighter, but they had technology that suppressed magic. He had no idea where they were, but hoped both were alright. So far he had no clue why Castiel had been ignoring his prayers. He had to assume there was anti-angel and demon symbols written everywhere.
He punched the wall in frustration. 'Sam, please be alright.'
Jo felt so guilty. It was all her fault that her friends were captured. She broke when Ketch was interrogating her on her whereabouts a few nights ago. His name slipped from one of the agents that were riding with them, he said the name 'Ketch' was ordered to take Phoebe Halliwell. He was the one that ordered Jo to protect her. It was supposed a easy job, till that demon showed up. Than those angels. Then running into Dean Winchester. What else can go wrong?
"Miss Harvelle, it's time for your daily report." The man who was guarding her told her, after he was done listening to his earpiece. They were sitting in one of their interrogation rooms. Usually Jo submitted them online, but they insisted she come in person. The woman that came in was Toni. Great. Jo knew she was screwed. She heard rumors, this 'Toni' is well known to use very creepy techniques. She prayed it ended quickly.
Paige was pacing in her cell back and forth. She couldn't orb out of here. Her powers were worthless. The people here, they were pros. No doubt they did this before.
She wondered how her sister Prue was doing. She managed to strike the men's guns away, before the British chick took out a device to suppress their powers. Paige been trying to orb and open the door to her cell for an hour, but to no avail. She hoped that Piper and Sam were alright.
Prue was sitting on a chair with chains surrounding her torso. She tried and failed to use magic, which didn't surprise her. She wasn't alone, she was guarded carefully by two men with machine guns. Both claimed to have witch killing bullets and wouldn't hesitate to kill Paige and her sisters if anything went wrong. For that Prue didn't dare to use her powers. Speaking of, where was Piper and Sam?
Piper was looking in her magic book looking for answers trying in vain to find a magic spell to find her sisters and Dean, but every spell she used didn't work. Some required the Power of Three, others needed rare ingredients she didn't have. What was this? Piper already started taking notes.
Sam was on the phone with Jody Mills, asking her to see if there was anyway the local law enforcement can find Dean. He had already called Bobby, and he said he'll look into the people who may have kidnapped them. Its been forty right hours, and no luck. They were currently waiting for the woman named Charlie, but she hasn't shown up yet. The British Men of Letters. Who the heck was that? Sam had no clue. He had looked online, and even hacked into the American and British national security clearance, but no such organization existed. Whomever they were, these people were pros.
Sam dialed Castiel's phone again. No answer. Sam sighed and clicked the phone off for the moment. Victor wasn't home, he went to the local convenience store to buy some snacks for the three of them. He promised not to be gone too long, but just in case, Piper made sure to put a tracking spell on his body.
Since then, Piper and Sam didn't say much, they were too busy doing research. The room was quiet till there was a knock on the door. Piper and Sam stood up, exchanging looks.
'Magic?'
Piper nodded at Sam's mouthing. She flinched when Sam pulled out his gun.
Sam shrugged his shoulders in a apology. They quietly walked towards the door, both ready and armed to defend themselves.
Piper was going to use her magic, Sam had his gun out, willing to shoot whoever was on the other side of the door. He walked closer towards it and motioned Piper to hide. She refused. She was a full blown witch, not a helpless girl. The knocks became louder. Sam was ready to open the doorknob till he heard a scuffle outside.
"What the hell! Who are you?" Victor's voice was on the other side.
Sam threw the door open. Victor was holding a young red haired girl by her neck with the crook of his arm. She couldn't have been older than her early twenties. She was arguing that she wasn't the enemy, but a friend.
Sam pointed his gun at her.
"Who are you?!" He demanded.
"Dad. Are you alright?" Piper was staring suspiciously at the redhead who stopped struggling.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I was on my way to the store till I seen this woman driving towards the cabin where're hiding. I turned around and followed her at a distance, just in case. Luckily, I was here." Victor was glad he came along. He was afraid that he'll lose Piper too. Phoebe was sick, and Prue was MIA. Paige he didn't know very well, but considered her like a niece, even though technically he was her stepfather. Kind of, if he and his ex-wife didn't divorce.
Charlie was startled. She honestly thought both told each other told them what directions they needed to be. Apparently she forgot to ask. Luckily, she found a Campbell safehouse in her database. The Campbell family kept their secret safehouses hidden, but they left one registered. She knew that Sam, Piper, and who she assumed was Piper's father won't be safe for very long. They needed to keep moving. Frank was very flighty and demanded they bring all three to his trailer before he disappeared again.
"Wait! I'm not your enemy! I'm on your side! I'm Charlie Bradbury! I was sent to help you!" She didn't dare move, Piper and Sam were known to be deadly accurate. She didn't want to die, she had so much left to do, going to E3, working at NASA, and meeting a nice girl. Damn, Piper was attractive, too bad she was married to Sam. She had that dark hair and curvy body that Charlie liked. Oh well.
Sam still did not put his gun down.
"Alright, but just a warning, we need to do some tests first, just in case."
Half hour later, Charlie was putting on some antiseptic from the first aid kit she found. Her hair was drying from the holy water she got thrown on, with her arm throbbing with the cut from the silver Piper cut her with.
"She's clean." Sam told to no one in particular.
"Good. If I was a demon or monster, I wouldn't be here at the moment. My name is Charlene Bradbury, but I like to be known as Charlie. My boss is Frank Devereaux, and he sent me to tell you about those people that kidnapped your friends."
Piper just stared at her. She did pass all the tests, but she wasn't sure if she can trust her 100%. But she did claim to have info on that secret society. So far she had no idea why her sisters and Dean would be taken. She admitted she was sort of careless with her magic, but Dean wasn't always subtle about his hunts. She had to ask her some questions.
"Charlie, about these Men of Letters, what do they want with us? With Dean?"
"Not here. We need to move. Chances are small that the people responsible are looking for a Campbell safehouse, but I can't take any chances. We have to go."
"But..." Sam protested.
"These people are dangerous. We have to move. Now. Pretty please?" Charlie almost begged, when she saw all three exchange looks.
Dean was laying on his bunk in his prison just thinking. It's been a few days now, and he refused to say anything to his captures. That stuck up bitch was hot, he admitted it, but he knew underneath that face was a deadly snake. Her smile got tighter and tighter every time Dean refused to talk. She finally got frustrated and ordered her guards to escort him back to his cell. Apparently she wanted info on the hunters of the United States, and if he had any info on Jack Kline. Assholes were suspicious of him. They knew Jack was more than just a ordinary man, but couldn't figure out if he was a powerful witch or demigod. If they found out about his lineage, they were all dead.
No doubt they would love to get their hands on a Nephilim, but a Arch-Nephilim, he would be a unstoppable weapon of mass destruction. Too bad for them, Michael and the other Archangels would kill them first. For that Dean refused to talk, it was for their own good. They wanted to know where Sam and Piper was as well, and again Dean said nothing. No way is he putting his family at risk. He hoped that Sam and Piper were alright.
Paige was doing some jumping jacks. She was going insane. She was self conscious at first since she saw a camera in her cell, but to hell with them. She needed to do something, anything to pass the time. She barely said much when that woman asked some pretty invasive questions, since she had a folder of all of Paige's life. Including a page about her biological parents being a witch and a whitelighter.
Her birth father was a man that lived in the late 1890s, but died under mysterious circumstances. He was a schoolteacher. That explained why Paige loved teaching young students. She went to school to take care of young kids, especially teenagers. She read the report of Sam Wilder, she was impressed at what this organization managed to uncover.
Samuel Wilder, male, birthdate unknown, died in 1892. How he died was never disclosed, but according to our research, became a whitelighter almost immediately. Our research on whitelighters are still ongoing, it is unknown why some souls are chosen, and others are not. Considered a rebel, he often shirked his duties, and preferred to stay on Earth. We don't know anything about his time on Earth during those times, except he was romantically involved with a charge named Patricia Halliwell.
Paige was familiar with her adoption, her adoptive parents never hid that from her. Growing up, she was curious about her lineage, but never pursued it until later in her life. She read as much as she could, she wanted to know about her paternal background.
Patricia Halliwell's offspring was adopted out in a closed adoption. Our findings found the baby girl adopted by the Matthews after she was surrendered by a local church. Her magical background remained inactive until she turned seventeen, the same year her parents passed away in a car accident.
Paige read the report with fascination. It had everything about The Halliwells, their magical background, their families, their friends and enemies.
'This is so creepy.' Who were these people? She knew about her mom, but she wanted to know about Samuel.
Last trace of him was over twenty years ago in a summer camp working as a maintenance man. He was assigned to Patricia Halliwell as her whitelighter, and stayed at the camp to protect the children from a evil demon living in the lake. He drowned in a accident trying to power up a boat. What happened to his mortal body was unknown, it was assumed it faded away after Samuel returned to Heaven.
Of course he didn't stay very long, he was immediately reassigned to Earth once again to train new charges, but also to guide new whitelighters by escorting them upstairs. He was currently in the Heavens, teaching new whitelighters how to use their new powers.
It was creepy how much they knew about witches. None of these people were witches or hunters, but they were very interested in the Warren Women bloodline. For that Paige refused to say much. She took an oath, protect the innocents. Who knows, these people could be working with demons. Ugh.
Paige wondered where Prue was. She overheard the guards talking after they dumped her in her cell, apparently there was a new machine to brainwash humans.
Paige was worried. She knew Prue was strong, but she was still human. With a powerful witch under their spell, they can do anyting. She prayed to Michael.
There was no answer. Figures.
The door to her cell opened, it was that woman Toni, along with a very handsome man. Paige would have flirted with him to free herself, but this man was stone cold. He was staring at Paige with a empty expression.
"Miss Matthews, it's time for your interview. Please come with me."
Not again.
No one knew how much time has passed, none were interested in carrying on a conversation. Sam drove silently, using Charlie's directions and driving down back roads to avoid detection. He drove till she pointed to a stack of trees.
"Turn right, road is a bit rough, it isn't meant for a ordinary car."
"Dean won't like this." The Impala wasn't a 4x4. They drove down the rough road until they arrived at a ramshackled trailer.
"This the place Charlie?" Sam asked. He was driving Baby.
"Yes, but just a warning. Frank is very jumpy. Do not approach him until I say so, he is a very paranoid man. Give me a minute." Charlie left the car and knocked on the trailer door. A minute later the door opened, with Charlie talking. A few seconds later, she was allowed inside.
"So, this Charlie, can we trust her?" Piper asked. She wondered who the hell she was. How did she know about all of these things happening? She wished she knew. If Phoebe was here, she could see inside Charlie's head.
However she had a feeling Charlie was one of the good guys. But her boss, was he on their side? This Frank, he was the one that gave her those orders.
Who were they? Plus how did they know Sam's number? Piper's address? Their sibling's kidnappings?
"I'm more worried who she's working for." Sam says out loud.
"Piper, can you use your magic?"
"I could, but I don't want to spook them."
Piper was glad she grabbed the Book of Shadows, she couldn't risk losing that too.
"Can we trust them?" Victor rarely was involved in anything magical or dangerous. He usually stayed away, only getting involved as a last resort.
"What about that threat about Him?" They still needed to find those tablets.
"I don't know. But we have no choice. My brother and your sisters are missing. Who knows what God is up to..." Sam looked up. "Looks like Charlie is done." She was waving at everyone to come in.
Sam, Piper, and Victor get out of the car, wondering what was next.
"Hope they're friendly." Victor was behind Sam and Piper who were holding hands. What they saw next made Sam stop dead in his tracks. Castiel and Hannah were sitting on cheap metal chairs.
Jo was led back to her cell after her "interrogation" with Lady Bevell. Her head and neck were throbbing. What she did to Jo shouldn't happen to any human being.
She went inside her mind.
Lady Bevell poked her with a huge needle to her neck, and Jo found herself getting sleepy. She didn't remember anything after that, her mind went hazy.
"The faster you relax, the faster you can leave." Once the needle plunged, Jo found her vision getting blurry.
"You are under new orders." Jo was handed a folder. "Phoebe Halliwell. Simple case, all you have to do is keep an eye on her and report to us on her day to day activities. Any questions?"
"No ma'am." She opened the folder. Seemed simple enough. All she had to do is pretend to be a depressed patient under suicide watch, with Phoebe as her roommate.
It was supposed to be a cakewalk. A week's stay, then she was discharged. What she didn't expect was demons.
"Dammit." Luckily she came prepared.
Her escort sneaked in some weapons, including a demon killing blade, and a exorcism spell, just in case. For some reason, San Francisco was a hotbed for evil.
She saw the nurses eyes, but even if they tried hiding it, they couldn't hide the smell of sulphur. Those hellhounds, Jo will never forget the stink.
She managed to save Phoebe from that demon before he could hurt her, Jo had to pretend she was sleepwalking to avoid suspicion.
Then seeing Dean. Jo almost passed out. Once he explained why he was there, Jo took Phoebe back to the front desk once Anna told her it was okay to do so.
The next day after she was "discharged," Jo went back to the Halliwells. She wanted to explain why she was there, and where she was this whole time.
"That's it, take those first steps! Easy, don't over do it." Jo slowly and painfully walks down the treadmill.
"Mmmm." Jo was in great pain, but was determined to get out of that chair.
"One, two, you are doing so well Miss Harvelle!"
"Thanks." Jo grunted. Six months, and this was the first time she walked without a harness holding her up. She slipped, but thankfully didn't fall. She forced herself to keep going, she was determined to see her mom again.
Once year later was walking with a cane. She wasn't one hundred percent yet, but she was getting there. She was happy to know she was number two with her shooting skills, those hellhounds stood no chance. Number one was her mom, she fired with deadly accuracy at every demon and monster she encountered.
A few years later was a full blown agent. At first Jo loved it, being a secret agent was exciting, a million times better than a hunter. She was trained well, went on missions all around the country, got paid well, and was never bored.
She was so good, after her third year was allowed to work alone. At first Jo wasn't sure what to do, she always had a partner. Her first case, head to San Francisco.
"You sure I'm ready?" Jo was nervous. She heard rumors that the third year agents were working solo.
"Duh." Her good friend Tracy snorts. "Not everyday that someone survives a hellhound, never mind three." She knew about Jo's past, she herself was a hunter before her recruitment.
They met at "Paradise" a camp meant for the graduate students. Jo was finally walking normally, she worked overtime to get better. She lived alone in a dorm, a nice change from the barracks.
"Hey, mind if I have some of your shampoo? I'm out."
"Sure." Jo was done her shower already. "Need conditioner too?"
"If you don't mind. I'll pay you back."
"No problem." Jo didn't mind lending her stuff, supplies were hard to get at the moment.
Later that night Jo was watching television, a old movie about werewolves was playing.
"Yeah right. Like a full moon alone will turn you.'' Werewolves needed to feed anytime, although they did turn feral when exposed to a full moon.
"I remember my first hunt, I was thirteen. My daddy was so proud." Tracy hands her the bowl of popcorn. "We wanted to mount the head, but mom ordered us to bury it."
"Mom would have freaked. She hated Dad hunting." Jo takes a few kernels.
"Mine too. Name's Tracy."
"Jo."
"So Jo. What brought you here?"
"I was recruited." Jo didn't know how else to put it. Her and her mom had no choice. "Yourself?"
"Accidentally killed a man. Wasn't my fault, he got in my way." Tracy was forced to use his gun, he was about to hurt her. Unfortunately the police didn't see that, luckily a scout was in town and freed her. "Been here ever since."
"You a hunter?"
"Yep, raised in the life since infancy."
"What made you leave?" Jo had no options, but she knew many recruits came on their own free will.
"Hunting pays jackshit. It's risky and dirty, and you are lucky to see forty. My parents quit before then, they wanted me to leave, have a normal life. Being a secret agent, can't get any more normal than this." They exchanged stories all night, they had a day off the next day.
"My first case is in Oregon, some demons are causing havoc." Tracy was nervous, no hunter ever hunted demons alone. But the Organization was confident Tracy can handle things. ''Yourself?"
"Heading to San Francisco to stop a serial killer." Jo had no idea why she hunting a human, she wasn't a cop. When she read her folder, it said that she was to find and report anything unusual. Perplexed, she wanted to know more, but didn't want to ask questions.
Jo arrived in San Francisco with nothing but a small backpack. She had to look the part as a broke college student, and was forced to rent a tiny crap hole.
Jo shuddered at the rat. Gross. She could rent a better place, but she was only here for a short amount of time. Sipping her coffee, she picked up The Bay Mirror.
THE PHARAOH COLLECTOR ARRIVES IN CITY
A young woman was found dead in her apartment after police tried and failed to capture the serial killer only known as the "Pharaoh Collector.'' He is believed to have a background in Egyptian Studies as all of his victims were found wrapped as mummies.
"Huh." That explains a lot. Jo read further.
With every victim he leaves behind his signature, a metal scarab.
As Jo read on, she wondered what was so important about this case. Sure he was a serial killer, but so was John Wayne Gacy. She puts down the newspaper. She was assigned to this job, might as well figure it out.
A day later was interviewing Detective Daryl Morris, she was posing as a struggling writer.
"Detective! Detective!" Jo, or her alias, Iris Jones was waving him over.
"Can I help you?" Daryl was so tired. He was incredibly stressed out about losing this latest case. Bye bye promotion, he just needed this one case to become lieutenant.
"Iris Jones. I'm writing a book about the Pharaoh Killer, and I like your input." She took out her tape recorder.
''No comment." He goes inside his car. He already dodged the press, the last thing he needed was a wannabe crime writer.
Jo watches helplessly as he drives off. Hmm. He isn't the only cop here. Unbuttoning her blouse, and putting on some lipstick, she walks up to the nearest male cop.
Jo was at the morgue the next day, there was news that the mummy was gone, with the coroner found dead inside. She was listening to the tape, she managed to charm the person who worked there to see anything if unusual happened.
"I don't know." The guy working inside was fidgeting in nervousness. "I only just started here." Losing the mummy was bad enough, now he had to do a autopsy on his boss.
"I just need the basic details." She took out her recorder.
"I work the evening shift, when I came in last night, I found Griffith lying dead on the floor."
"And the mummy?"
"There was no mummy. Just Griffith."
"Okay. Other than the mummy, was there anything unusual?" She gave him a sympathetic look. "Other than your boss."
"Sand. There was sand." He walked her to the morgue where the mummy was. "The cops won't let anyone inside, they think the guy was here." Naming the Pharaoh Killer. "But you can take a peek."
Jo opened the door slightly and saw men walking around taking pictures and taking samples from the autopsy table. She quickly closes the door, she didn't want to get spotted.
"Anything else?" She was determined to look inside once everyone was gone, she needed to know why she was sent here.
"There was a tape recording. We use that for our records, cops didn't take it yet, we need it for our reports. Griffith, he was working yesterday, he wasn't the only person in that room." He shuddered. "Griffith usually liked working solo, he only worked with others when he was done checking out the bodies first."
"May I? I won't include your name."
Jo made a copy my recording that tape, she had to know what was inside.
"The linen wrapping, though curiously airtight, appears to be a thread count more consistent of a hand weave. After I cut it, forensics should test and date the sample. Alright, lets see and cut inside."
There was a sound of a buzzsaw, then a crash. A few seconds later there was footsteps.
"Nobody messes with you, do they my love? Sorry for leaving you back there but I needed to check out your next body. I think you're going to love it." There was a whooshing sound with sounds of sand falling.
Huh. From what the cop told her the other day sand was found in the dead's woman's apartment. Forensics were trying to find the source of the sand, they believe it wasn't from around here.
Plus the guy. He managed to escape police custody five times. Jo was starting to think this wasn't a ordinary serial killer.
Jo was looking at old lore of Egyptian legends. If this was supernatural in nature, Jo needed to write this in her report. What was this?
Yes there was five murders across the country, including the guy at the morgue, but mummies of young women were found since the late nineteenth century. Old newspapers say that the women murdered were in their early twenties, single, and dabbled in witchcraft?
"That explains a lot." But digging deeper, it went way beyond that.
Reports all around the world told the same story. It didn't happen every year, it was more like every few decades. The killings were mostly in the Middle East, although rarely in other countries, with the killings taking place whenever there was a Egyptian tour about rare artifacts. Especially with a blue scarab.
This case, definitely supernatural in nature. Jo went to check out the local museum, see if there was any blue scarabs.
"And here we have Princess Isis, the only daughter of Unis, the Grand Priest of the Old Dynasty. She was massacred by his enemies, as revenge for her freeing a killer." The tour guide drones. "This scarab on her chest is the last gift her father left her, the scarab representing a rebirth. If you follow me, we'll talk about the Royal Headwear."
The mummy Isis was laying under glass, it had a blue scarab on her chest. Jo knew a little about Egyptian lore, scarabs were believed to be carriers of the dead, their image used to prevent the souls from going to Duat, the Egyptian Realm of the dead. Whoever was killing these girls, he clearly had a reason. But what?
''Another missing girl?" She was talking to that same cop, he was willing to talk to Jo, especially when she kept flirting with him.
"There was a witness, she was heading home for the day when she saw her colleague Phoebe Halliwell getting kidnapped by a man fitting our suspect. She swears they disappeared in a whirl of sand."
"Sand?" Wonder if this was a witch? Jo heard of witches, but never hunted any.
"We have our guys on it. Phoebe Halliwell, she is somewhat high profile. We are keeping things hush hush, we don't want to spook the guy, we had sightings that he is still in town." He smiles at Jo with a flirty smile. "It is risky for a young woman to be alone, I should escort you back to your apartment."
Jo was going to make a up an excuse when she saw Daryl Morris running out.
"Suspect's been seen by the Pier! I need backup!"
"Excuse me." He runs out.
Jo was about to follow him, but decided not to. If this was a witch, Jo wanted to see him led in cuffs, see if he would use his magic powers to escape.
Later that evening she was listening to the police scanner on her CB radio when she heard a alert.
"Suspect missing from police custody, state wide alert issued."
Definitely a witch. Not even a conman can escape police custody with several armed cops with security cams. Jo had to figure things out, starting off with the last missing woman, Phoebe Halliwell.
She already checked out the parking lot of the Bay Mirror, the sand was gone, but thanks to Officer Worley, she had her sample. She quickly called Head Office and ordered a quick forensic scan, she had to know where this sand originated from.
A day later got her results.
Sand originated from northern Egypt, near the Giza location. She turned on her laptop, she had to know who "Isis" was.
Princess Isis was the only child of Unis, the High Priest of the Pharaoh. She was given royal status due to her magical gifts and was often asked for blessings and luck. Named after the Great Goddess, she was often working in the temple working side by side with the shrine maidens, lighting the never burning fire everyday as well worshipping the Great Gods.
'I bet she got corrupted.' Jo thought.
One day her father got assassinated. At first everyone thought it was his enemies that did it, but the killer was closer then anyone thought.
The Princess and all the land wailed in grief. Unis wasn't just a priest, he was one of the few that unified the country with the Pharaoh's blessing. He was given a grand funeral, usually meant for the royals, with a jeweled scarab left behind as protection. The Pharaoh believed that Unis sacrificed himself to save the King, and offered himself instead.
But what no one knew that it was his daughter that killed her father. Her gifts, she made a Deal with a Crossroads Demon when she was very young. The demon that made that Deal came back after the ten years, and immediately fell in love with the now young woman. To keep her soul from going to Hell, she instead killed her father as a trade, and the demon who called itself Jaric started causing evil.
It didn't take long for Jaric to get sloppy, and was immediately captured by the guards. Back then no one knew how to kill demons or to exorcise evil spirits. The priests there, they suggested they mummify him, sealing him for all eternity in a forgotten tomb. Just as they sealed him away, Isis came down to the dark chambers and used her spells to free him.
They didn't have time to enjoy one another's company. Someone found out what Isis had done and she was immediately executed by getting flayed alive by the same knife that killed her father.
Jo shuddered.
Jaric was unable to save his love in time, Isis warned him to run. Jaric, knowing there was only one way to save Isis was holding a broach made in the image of a scarab. He managed to save Isis' soul by capturing her inside her broach. But without a body, Isis remained trapped. Jaric, not knowing what to do took the broach and slept in her tomb for a hundred years waiting for a answer.
Once he woke up, he went back to the surface knowing he was perfectly safe. Everyone who was alive back then were long dead and no one in the present knew who he was.
During his slumber Jaric got his answer. Since he used magic to save Isis, the only way to bring her back was in a body of a witch. Unfortunately in ancient Egypt, witches were rare, most kept themselves hidden to avoid slavery. But that didn't deter Jaric. A ordinary mortal could do, all he needed to do was convince a woman to become a witch. He took his time, he needed someone who both could he satisfied with.
A few months later he found one. A young woman who was brought over as a slave to one of nobles became his target. He was working as a guard, torturing helpless slaves for working too slowly building the pyramids. He didn't strike, not right away, he needed to earn her trust first.
He worked slowly, always going out of his way to be nice to her. Making her laugh, buying her gifts, even becoming her lover. Eventually the woman fell deeply in love with Jaric, and would do anything he asked to avoid losing him.
When he proposed, she agreed. But only if she became a witch. She reluctantly agreed, life was hard, even with Jaric's position as a guard.
Jaric slowly transformed her, always in secret, she was afraid to be punished by her owners. It took months, and when she was on a cusp of becoming a witch, he took his broach and laid it on her chest while she slept.
When Isis woke up, she was overjoyed to see Jaric. Of course when she found out what he did to bring her back, she was understandably jealous.
Jaric explained that the woman meant nothing to him, he just needed to earn her trust. Isis wasn't happy, but once he explained what he needed to do, she forgave him. They thought they'll be together forever, until a few weeks later.
Isis collapsed. She said her new body was melting away, and didn't understand why. Jaric went on his knees and begged for her forgiveness. His spell worked, unfortunately the witch he found was too weak. He swore to save Isis, and he used his magic to seal her away in a mummy. Placing a broach on the woman's chest, he went to find another host.
Century after century he searched, always failing to find a suitable host for his love. He stayed in the Old World, until travellers found a way to cross the sea.
His shenanigans caught the attention of a Warren Witch, she wrote his name in the Book of Shadows to warn any witch about him. She was unable to vanquish him, he escaped before she can destroy him.
After she finished reading the history, she wondered how much her bosses knew. Sam, Dean, they knew nothing. Whoever she was working for, they knew their stuff.
She used her computer to find out anything about Phoebe.
Nothing out of the ordinary, except a dead mom who died under mysterious circumstances. Sounds familiar, her own dad died as well, for years she didn't know how. Married and divorced under two years, irreconcilable differences, finding a half sister, weird deaths that happened whenever they were around.
At first she thought Phoebe was a hunter, her and her three sisters hunted evil. Whoever this Jeric was, Phoebe must have used herself as bait to capture him.
It took her days to figure things out. She followed the sisters at a distance, by planting a listening device inside their purses and cars.
Unfortunately all they said that they were grateful that they managed to vanquish that demon, whatever that meant and how both Phoebe and Paige were safe.
Jo sent her reports to her bosses, then when they told her it was time to return, Jo jumped on the first bus out of the city. Then a few months later they ordered her to watch over Phoebe at that hospital.
Jo didn't question it, orders were orders. But when she saw those demons, it was like Carthage all over again. But this time she was ready.
Jo sighed. Once again she put her friends in danger. She tried to be vague, but these people meant business. When the woman hooked her up to those machines, Jo tried to fight. But clearly they were patient. Soon the drugs they gave Jo started working. She felt like there was another person inside. All of her memories were seen.
Dean, Anna, Alfie, Jade. Everything that she saw at that hospital was now in their hands. Hopefully she thought they hunters, but that was unlikely. Anna said she was a former angel. Plus Jade. Luckily Jade didn't say much, but they wanted to know who she was. Jade was smart, she spoke very little about herself and avoided Jo and Phoebe's questions.
Jo thought about her mom and the deal she made to save Jo's life. She was sure Jo was dead and was prepared to commit suicide to prevent the Hellhounds from killing Ellen as well before the mysterious man showed up. Jo had no clue where her mom was at the moment, last thing she said is that she is hunting a vampire nest somewhere.
"Mom." Jo whispered. She was a grown woman, as well as a seasoned hunter, but she missed her mom. She wanted nothing more to have her mom hold her and tell her things would be alright. She sniffled. Maybe it would be better if Jo died at Carthage, but that would have meant her mom Ellen would died as well. She prayed that Ellen was alright and far away from these freaks. Men of Letters. Who the fuck were these people?
"Mr. Ketch, Ms. Bevell, is your reports accurate?" The leader of this branch of the BMoL was saying. She didn't trust either of them, but knew both were ruthless and cutthroat and would happily kill each other.
"Yes, ma'am." Both said, giving each other a side eyed look. Both were waiting for the position needed to take over the role from their leader Dr. Hess when she returned to Great Britain.
"Good. We are missing some people, no matter. They are not important. We have what we need. Do you have the boy?"
"Yes, ma'am. He is currently in his cell. He claims he has no memory of the angel who had possessed him. Ms. Bevell here claims that his memories were wiped clean."
Dr. Hess looks at Toni, who was staring ahead with a blank expression. Inside she was seething.
"Ms. Bevell, are you sure?"
"Yes, ma'am. I hooked him up to the machine as I planned. There is nothing there. I suspect his memory was erased by an angel. Maybe by the one that possessed him. I tried to dive deep inside. There is nothing."
"I see. Never mind. He is not important to us. Mr. Ketch, you can dispose of him. As for the others, we can use them to our advantage. Especially since they know about Jack Kline. That boy needs to be found. There is rumors that he may be something more than just an ordinary human. Mrs. Bevell, I would like you to try to recruit Ms. Halliwell to our side, Mr. Ketch, I would like you to see Dean Winchester. He knows where all the American hunters are located. I want Operation E to begin."
"Yes, ma'am." Both nodded their heads respectfully. Then they both left to do their jobs.
Back at the trailer, Sam was staring at Castiel and Hannah in disbelief.
"Cas! Where the hell were you! I been praying for days! Dean, Prue and Paige is missing!"
"I know Sam. I was busy on another case."
"Doing what! Your friends are in danger."
"Becoming human. My grace is gone."