Three Weeks Later
Prue drove to work purposely driving at a leisurely pace trying to ignore the car that was following her. Since the world knew angels exists, the world went insane. There was cults everywhere. Just yesterday, there was a church held on their street. The Church of Whitelighters. The preacher there used Paige as their savior. Poor Paige had to go in hiding as soon as she was exposed. Luckily, no one knew she was a witch. None of them wanted a repeat of the Shax incident.
Prue went to the gas station to fill up on gas. The car that was following her stopped across the street. Prue got out and ignored them. It was most likely a reporter wanting another interview. After Prue finished filling up she went inside to pay. There was a few people there who were waiting in line and when they saw Prue, stopped what they were doing and started whispering among themselves.
Ignoring them, she went to pay, then realized she needed something cold to drink. Walking to the fridge, she pulled out a case of beer. Plus some junk food. Her favorite show was on tonight and she needed snacks. Standing in line to pay, she purposely stared ahead, pretending the teenagers recording her weren't bothering her.
"Is that everything?" The cashier told her.
"Plus number 2 pump outside."
After the cashier rang her up, Prue went to pay when a voice behind her threw several twenties on the counter.
"It's on me."
Prue turned around. It was a rich cocky guy. He wasn't the first to throw his money around. Ever since angels told the world who was working for them, the Halliwells had no privacy. Luckily, none of them said much about what they did, but people believed they were Heaven's messages and treated them like celebrities. All four sisters denied working for Heaven and said the angels were mistaken. But that didn't deter the most hard core faithful. They often begged the sisters to perform miracles and to heal their problems.
"No. That's okay. I'm good."
"Take the money. C'mon. You know I'm good for it. Besides you need the money for yourself and your church."
Prue was getting mad. "I'm good. If you insist on donating, there is a charity box right there. There is also churches that need donations, like our local soup kitchens, and homeless shelters."
"No need to be rude. Fine." He grabbed his money. "I bet you are a fake anyway. Bitch." He then stormed out.
Prue was getting a headache.
"Here is your receipt, miss."
"Thanks."
"Wait! Can I have your autograph? My mom. She is a fan."
"I'm not a angel. I'm not working for Heaven."
"No. She is talking about your work. That photo series you took about San Francisco's harbor. She said she really enjoyed your artistic interpretation of it. She said she never seen such talented work since the 70s."
Prue was flattered. But she was suspicious. After she returned from her "job" at the Men of Letters, as their assassin, she was fired from Bucklands for not showing up for work. Prue didn't care. She stopped caring a long time ago. Since she found herself unemployed, she decided to hone her photography skills and worked as a independent contractor for people online. She started off taking pictures of "influencers," not for very long, since 99% insisted on paying her in "exposure." Assholes.
Since then she insisted on a paid contact, plus a down payment for her work before she started photographing. She admitted she got a lot of hate on her Igram and social media account, especially when her work kept getting super liked and many choosy beggers wanted Prue to work for free, and she refused.
The work she did taking pictures of the city kept getting many compliments from her followers, plus new ones and Phoebe mentioned that maybe she enter in a amateur art show. At the time Prue laughed. But when she found herself getting bored, she decided to enter it just for the hell of it. Unfortunately she didn't win, but got a job offer at a online magazine. Apparently, the editor of 415, liked her work and asked her to come in for a job interview. Gil Corso, the owner liked her work so much he offered her a full time job. Since then Prue was working for him, and was also going to school part time training to be a videographer as well since Gil wanted to expand to YouShare.
"Oh, thank you. I'm flattered. Who do I make it out to?"
"Abbey."
"You got a paper?" When the cashier handed her a small slip of paper, Prue signed it.
"Here you go. Have a good day."
"You too. Next." The cashier then calls for the next customer.
Prue gets into her car, and in her annoyance saw the same car following her to work. Fine. Prue decided to play a boring game by doing her boring routine around the city.
Sam was with his brother doing a regular hunt. They were currently hunting a revenant. Since the angels blew the lid on their existence, the brothers were as busy as usual. They were in a cemetery hunting for the monster that was currently scaring visitors away who were visiting their loved ones gravesites.
"Dean, why do you think this person refuses to move on? I mean according to the obituary, she died of cancer. She had all the time to prepare for the afterlife. Being in Heaven has to be better than staying on Earth."
"You know what, maybe because angels decided to spoil the endings. Dicks. You have the silver?"
"Yep, let's go."
Afterwards, both Sam and Dean were packing up their Impala to go "home." Which happened to be the Sunset Motel in Troy, Alabama. They decided to hunt together for the time being, since their current romantic relationships were on hold. Piper was busy searching for ways to turn back time to erase everything the angels did, and Jenna was busy on her new career in France. Dean missed his new fiancee, but was glad she was out of harms way. Piper was smart, if anything went wrong, she had her sisters and the book.
"Dean. How's Jenna these days, you talk to her?"
"Yeah. She's okay. She said her role is keeping her busy. If she is not on set, she is busy making new videos in her channel."
"That's good. So..how does it feel to be engaged?"
Dean smiles. "Like a weight lifted off my shoulders. I can't believe she said yes."
"Dean Winchester. Lady heart stomper, king of one night stands, never stayed in any relationship for very long. Not even with Anna or Lisa."
Dean was mildly offended. "Hey! Anna was kinda serious, and you and I know why Lisa and I couldn't stay together."
Sam nodded. Poor Dean. Anna and Dean were young, but too different. Dean still never told him why they broke up. As for Lisa, Dean had no choice. Her and her son Ben were always going to be in danger from demonic forces, plus their enemies, to get back at Dean. So Dean had no choice but to erase their memories from their hearts and mind thanks to Castiel.
"So, I hate to ask, but how is Jenna and you going to work? She is kinda famous. Most of her fans are starting fan pages about you two."
"Seriously? Man get a life. We discussed it. We will continue to live our lives, Jenna is going to move in with me, and she is okay with me hunting."
"Dean..."
"Don't say it Sammy. When she returns from Paris, we can decide what to do. As for us, we have a job to do. Don't forget our angel problem."
Sam says nothing. He turns on the radio to get their mind off things. 'Angel of the Morning' starts playing. Dean immediately turns the dial. "Fuck angels."
Castiel finishes mopping the floor. The kid puked on the floor by the slushy machine after he overdosed on sugar. Castiel knew the size he ordered was too big, and warned the boy that was too much. Kid was rude and told him to "mind his beeswax." Whatever that meant. Kid ended up vomiting after he drank the slushy too quickly, and Castiel had no choice but to clean up before more customers came in.
After he put his mop away, the door opened. Oh good, a customer. He goes to his cashier station and puts on his friendly smile.
"Good afternoon, how can I..." Castiel voice trails off. Ishim just stands there with a empty cup.
"I would like a refill, please."
A while later both Castiel and Isham, a fellow angel were in the back room discussing things. Castiel had closed the store for the time being and wasn't sure what Isham wanted since neither had spoken for over a century.
Isham was flipping through 'Time' magazine. The cover featured Bartholomew in a suit smiling. The cover headline 'Angels Exposed, the Truth That Was Censored.' Since the angels told the world about the afterlife, including Heaven and Hell, plus the astral plane, people were in shock. The angels that were happy to embrace the new fame were gobbling up the attention and were happily giving interviews and taking gifts. But Castiel and Hannah knew it wouldn't last. Humans were fickle creatures. Since they been living on Earth for a few years studied human behavior. They knew humans will eventually turn against them, especially when they learn the truth about God.
"How is your wife doing these days. Never thought of you as a marrying type."
"Hannah is doing fine these days. Isham, does anyone know about our former identities?"
"About you clipping your wings, no. Tell me why. Was it because of that nephilm boy? Your vessel's child?"
"Leave them out of this. They have nothing to do with anything."
Isham holds up his hands in mock surrender. "Okay, just saying. Was it worth it to become human?"
"Was it worth it to expose our secret?"
"Hey, I had nothing to do with it. A lot of us like living on Earth. But in secret. No thanks to Bartholomew, the ones that were in hiding are in danger of being exposed. He is demanding that Jack, is that his name? Is found and brought to him in person."
"Michael and the other archangels will destroy him first. You and I both know this."
"Well, it's been weeks and I no longer can sense him. Neither has Michael. He is gone."
Castiel was worried. He and Hannah became human to protect Jack and Claire, but now may need to get their wings back to find them. Unfortunately, their graces are in Heaven. Locked away in the Garden. Castiel had no clue had to return to Heaven without being found out. Or how to survive going through the gate. Only angels and souls can pass through. A living human won't be able to survive.
Piper was looking through the Book. She wasn't alone, she was with Rowena. She didn't trust Rowena, not by a longshot, but knew her and the Winchesters worked closely together. Rowena was looking at her own book, the Book of the Damned. The sisters were creeped out by that book, it was even more scary than the Grimoire. Phoebe was making potions downstairs and Prue was out, presumably working. She needed to stay busy to keep up appearances.
Rowena was humming away quietly. To most people, she looked content, but in reality was only humming to keep her mind off the fact that her and the Charmed sisters didn't get along. Piper was getting irritated by the minute and trying not to snap. Usually Paige would be here cheering up everyone but was forced to leave the country. Poor Paige had to leave her job, due to her stalkers. She had to leave her students that she loved because she was afraid her "fans" would put them in danger.
"Hmmarrghh." Piper growled. "Can we have peace and quiet, please?" She couldn't take Rowena's voice anymore.
"I'm so sorry dear. Am I bothering you? Sorry, I just came here because my dear Samuel asked me to assist you." She purred.
Piper threw up her hands. "We only asked you for help because Sam and Dean asked nicely."
"But dear, I am not the enemy. Remember we have a much bigger threat. Not to mention those angels throwing a tantrum. Now, did you find anything."
"NO, did you?''
"In due time my dear." She smiled at Piper, who gave her a dirty look. "I'm going to take a break. Care to join me for a cup of tea downstairs?"
"No thanks. The kettle is in the cabinet beside the sink and the tea bags are on the counter inside the small square container. Cream and sugar are both on the table."
"If you change your mind, you and your sister are welcome to join me." She then sashays downstairs with Piper glaring at her back.
Phoebe presses herself against the wall when Rowena walks by. "Whoa, what did I miss."
"Bitch." Piper snapped.
"Hey! I didn't do anything wrong. I just got here."
"Not you. That red headed twat. What does Sam and Dean see in her? She was responsible for many bad things. Hell, her son is the King of Hell."
"Do I sense a hint of jealousy?" Phoebe tells her, trying to hide her smile. She knew Sam and Rowena were close friends. A little too close for Piper's liking.
"Me jealous of her?! Ha! She is a three hundred year old hag. She most likely taunted Melinda when she was a kid." Melinda Warren was the sisters ancestor. They met once years ago, not including the year she helped her birth mother give birth and saw her as a newborn.
"Maybe. But Rowena never brought it up."
"Whatever. Phoebe did you finish the potions?"
"Yep. Although, I doubt these will work on angels."
"Well, those would hopefully expel angels out of their human hosts. They worked on demons."
"Yeah, but we never tested them on angels before. Too bad Castiel isn't here. He'll be a perfect test subject."
Rowena shows up at the top of the attic steps. "I bought up some tea, as well as some biscuits. Come now. Let's have a break."
Piper gave her a dirty look. "No thanks. We have work to do."
"Speak for yourself. I can use a break. Thank you Rowena. Here, you are a guest. Give me that. Go sit on that couch. Piper. Come sit down and have a snack." Phoebe takes the tray away from her and goes to the loveseat in the attic and sets the tray down on the table in front of it.
Piper glared at her sister. She was annoyed that her sister wasn't going to take her side. But reluctantly sits on the armchair beside them.
"One of two teaspoons Phoebe?" Rowena asks Phoebe.
"One. I don't like my tea too sweet."
"Would you like some cream as well?"
"No thank you."
"What about you, Miss Piper?" Rowena asks sweetly.
"Black, please."
"Here you go. Take some biscuits. I hope you don't mind. I raided your cookie jar."
"I don't mind. Thanks." Piper reluctantly takes the cup of tea and takes a cautious sip. Phoebe takes a cookie and was busy dipping her cookie while smiling at Rowena. Piper didn't trust Rowena, but as a guest was very polite and was smiling back at Phoebe.
"Mmmm. My the tea is a little too hot. I'm going to set this down."
Rowena sets down the cup. She then sits back and closes her eyes. Both Phoebe and Piper look at each other wondering what she is doing. Phoebe was the first to speak up.
"Um, Rowena, what are you..."
"Shhh. I'm spying on the whispers." Rowena says. She was still. A little too still for the sisters liking.
Rowena was practicing a new spell. It was a spell she translated from a old wizard, Merlin. They met when Rowena was working as a seamstress in Scotland in the 1600s. She wasn't practicing witchcraft yet, however she had the magical bloodline. Most likely to her grandmother being a leader of a powerful coven. She was trying to sew a coat for one of her boss's customers when an old man walked in. Rowena got up to greet him.
"Good evening sir, welcome." She politely says.
The old man with a white beard smiles at the young teenager.
"Guid evenin, young lady. I was wondering if you could commission me a coat?"
Rowena smiles at him politely. "Aye, I am just a protege. My boss, the owner is the one that creates the clothes. I just repair the seams and rips from customers. My boss is not here at the moment, he is delivering an order. What I can do is place an order for you, and my boss will make an appointment for you. Maybe I have your name?"
"Merlin."
"Merlin..." Rowena asks.
"My last name doesn't matter. I am actually looking for Anabela Tanner. I heard she used to live around here."
"She was my granny. Unfortunately, she passed away a few years ago." Rowena shook her head. It was unfortunate. She was in France at the time traveling with her new husband, when they were ambushed and robbed by thieves. Rumors say she and her husband as well as the driver were burned alive. Talks from the countryside say the robbery was a coverup. The target was Anabela. The people who ordered her death believed she was a witch and hired witch hunters to kill her. Her husband and his driver were collateral damage.
''Oh. That is unfortunate. My sympathies." Merlin told her.
Rowena waved him off. "I was just a small child, I met her once as a baby. She left my father immediately after I was born. Her daughter, my mother died in childbirth."
Merlin smiled at the young woman. She was the splitting image of her grandma, except for the red hair. Anabela's was brown. "Well, too bad. However, I have good news for you. How do you feel about being my assistant."
"Excuse me, I am just a seamstress. I have no other training, not even as a maid."
"What about magic?" He whispered.
Rowena's eyes went huge. "Shhhh. There is witch hunters present. You shouldn't say things like that in public. A hunter frequents this neighborhood searching for witches." Hearing the bell to her shop open, she shoos him away. "I am sorry sir, my boss is out at the moment, however, we are open in the morning and will gladly take your order then. Good day." She smiles nervously at him. She was grateful when Merlin left.
Later that evening in her small room, she was sketching a dress pattern for her dress. She was going to ask her boss for some training in the morning to sew a dress. Hopefully, to create a fabulous gown to wear in high society in the future. Her drawing was interrupted when there was a knock. Putting down her notepad, she went to answer the door. Surprised to see it was that man Merlin.
"Hello again. How can I help ye?"
"Miss MacLeod. My apologies for coming over so late. May I come in?"
Later that night, Rowena listened to Merlin's proposal. She knew she had magical blood, but was forbidden by her father for practicing it. He was afraid his child will be burned at the stake like many others. Witch hunting was a lucrative business, and fearing for his daughter's safety sent her away from her hometown to keep her safe. Rowena was just fifteen when she left home. Most girls in her village only left home when they got married or was sent away to care for aging relatives. Living in the city was a culture shock for Rowena, and had no clue what to do. Luckily she made a friend, Christina Loughlin.
Christina made her living as a seamstress and helped her get a job at the clothing shop where she worked. She convinced the owner young Rowena was new to the city and needed a job. Luckily he agreed. Since then Rowena worked and made a honest living. Too bad her job was boring. She wanted more. She wanted to live among the wealthy, like Christina. She told Rowena she was marrying into money and left Rowena her room where she rented. After six months, Christina was gone to her new life. Rowena was jealous.
"You knew my grandmother. What about my mom?"
"Anabela was my protege. She was born with the gift. I helped her tap into it. Your mother, Alice was also a specialist.'' Careful not to say witch. Who knows who is listening. "I want to train you. Receive your gift of your birthright, away from here. I am sure you do not care for this life?"
"No sir."
"Then pack your things and let's go."
For the next few years, Merlin trained young Rowena in the art of magic. Unfortunately, he was betrayed by some friends he believed were loyal to him, and was burned at the stake. Rowena was devastated. She learned so much from him, but learned not to trust in people. For the next two years while running from witch hunters, was taken in by a group of women who led a coven. Olivette saw Rowena performing magic and concluded she was a natural born witch and took her in. Rowena was a member for only a short time but was expelled after she got pregnant.
While gathering ingredients at a shop, she ran into her old friend Christina. Happy to see an old friend, she gave her a hug. Christina's handmaiden gave Rowena a dirty look and scolded Rowena, but was shushed by her boss. She asked a shocked Rowena if she wanted to attend a party this weekend. Her husband was throwing a grand ball for his nephew who was getting married and Christina wanted Rowena to come along.
Having nothing to wear, she used her sewing skills and some magic to create a fantastic dress. She worked on that gown for three days, barely getting any sleep. Satisfied with her work, she did her look, and put on her gown. Arriving at the party, she was overwhelmed at the fine food, wine, and the guests. She admitted she hasn't attended a party like that since then, not even over the centuries. Except maybe at Woodstock in the 60s.
She danced with many men, but none caught her eye as the host. Harold. She and him spent most of the night staring into each other's eyes, even as they were dancing with their prospective partners. Christina was her friend, but Harold was charming and handsome. After the party was wrapping up, he whispered in Rowena's ear that she was invited to another party. It was the beginning of winter and Harold wanted to attend a orgy celebrating the Winter Solstice. Rowena was shy, but she figured this was her chance to get her toes into high society.
Even though the "party" was wild, sweaty, and crazy, Rowena was with only one man, Christina's husband Harold. She admitted she has fun, but fantasized about Harold leaving Christina for her. It was a few weeks when Rowena found out she was pregnant. She was scared and went to Harold and Christina's estate to talk to Harold. Harold seeing Rowena, immediately told his staff to send her away. Rowena cried at the gates begging to see Harold, until the police came and ordered her to leave. Heartbroken, she went home.
The coven finding out she was pregnant, sent her away, with a smug Olivette claiming she won the seat of the Grand Coven and banished Rowena for her crimes. Those crimes, Rowena nothing more than a natural born witch. Her talent for magic was too powerful and scared the coven. Her getting pregnant was a perfect excuse to kick her out.
Nine months later, Rowena was giving birth alone in a barn. Her labor was long and hard. She would have bled to death, luckily she knew a resurrection spell. Merlin, her mentor, told Rowena that was the secret to his immortality. Unfortunately, he didn't have it on him when he was burned. When her son was born, she forced herself not to love him. Especially when he had the same eyes as his father Harold.
She was determined not to love her son, no matter what. She did the bare minimum, but always pushed him away, refusing to give him any love and affection. She often left him alone with babysitters while she slept with men to make a living as a prostitute. She hated it, but her and her son needed to eat. Unfortunately, as much as she tried hard to keep her life private, a witch hunter discovered who she was and she was forced to flee, leaving her toddler inside a squalid warehouse.
She fled to Italy and was immediately taken in by another witch, Letitia. Letitia was also a former protege of Merlin, and trained Rowena in the darkest of arts, surpassing even Merlin himself. She said she studied her magic from a lost book, the Book of the Damned. Rowena never saw the book, not until centuries later. After awhile, after Letitia felt Rowena was trained enough, sent her away. Especially when more hunters showed up.
Desperate and hungry, she went to see the Loughlins. It been a few years, and she was hoping her old friend Christina would take her in. The nephew of Harold sent her away again, laughing at her misfortune. Rowena pleaded that she studied powerful magic, and was hoping to train in druid magic from Christina in exchange for her magic. The family didn't care and ordered her off the grounds.
Desperate and crying, she was found in the alley by a kind woman named Hania. She felt sorry for Rowena and took her home. Rowena was extremely grateful and to pay them back, she cured their sick child. The family came to Scotland from Poland to find a doctor to cure their son, Oskar. The parents were thrilled, and swore to keep Rowena's secret. The spell cured Oskar and gave him the gift of immortality. As much as she loved Oskar as her own, she was forced to flee again, since the father bragged and said an 'angel' cured his son. This time around, Rowena was forced to leave Europe for good. Especially when a group of hunters came over looking for Rowena.
For the next centuries she practiced her craft. She created new spells, even old ones that were lost over time. Like a demon killing spell. Merlin told her demons were usually locked away, but came to Earth time to time to cause trouble and to entice men and women to do dark magic. She finally lived a lavish life, but it felt empty. Until she met her long dead son again. She was delighted to find out he wasn't a loser as she feared, but the King of Hell.
She wasn't even bothered Fergus hated her, she was just glad to belong to a lucrative family, even as her son being a leader of the Damned. She closed her eyes and slowed down her heartbeat and forced herself to listen to the whispers. Merlin told her she needed complete silence and nothing needed to distract her, not even her heart beating.
"The boy is gone..."
"Mom, Dad, why is everyone scared?"
"My Dad is nothing but a helicopter parent."
"The angels are afraid. The demon, Abraxas said Naomi was forced to look for a lost relic, the Occultum."
"When is this stupid virus going to end."
Rowena listened to many conversations. She even managed to tap into conversations from other worlds but that was extremely difficult even for her. She forced herself to stop, everytime she did that, she suffered from migraines for days. She was about to quit, when she heard one conversation.
"Everyone has a Book. Even God."
"So God can die."
"Everything dies.
"Why would God write the blueprint to His own Death?"
"He didn't. The Books write themselves. When God made the world, He didn't stop. He wanted more. He had no choice to write Himself into the Framework."
Unfortunately, Rowena lost the connection. When she opened her eyes, she had a massive migraine.
"Rowena, are you alright?" Phoebe asked Rowena.
"Aspirin, please." She closed her eyes. What she heard. It was Castiel, Sam and Dean. She was certain of it. But who were they talking to? Plus was it this world? Or another? God, her head was killing her. She needed to go home and rest. After Phoebe gave her her aspirin, she thanked them and stood up, holding her head.
Piper seeing her stumble, stopped her.
"Rowena. Stay here for the night. You are in NO condition to walk. You can stay in Paige's room. I'll help you go to your room."
"My dear, I am fine."
"No you are not." Phoebe says speaking up. "Look. We don't mind. Let Piper help you. Go rest."
"Thank you. I need a day, maybe a week OW. My head." Rowena's headache was massive. She knew she was going to pass out.
After Piper put her in Paige's bed, she helped Rowena get undressed and put a quilt on Rowena to help her sleep. She went and closed the curtains and slowly closed the door to Paige's room. She gestured to Phoebe and quietly went downstairs together.
"What happened to Rowena?" Phoebe asked Piper quietly.
"I don't know. Sam said Rowena listens to the 'whispers' alot. He said she gets headaches, but none that made her pass out."
"Are you going to call Sam?"
"No. I don't want my phone ringing. I'm going to text Prue to be quiet when she comes home." Piper sends her a quick text, and puts her phone on vibrate.
"What the hell did Rowena hear?" Phoebe asks Piper.
"I have no idea. Whatever it was, it made her pass out. Listen, I'm going for a drive. You mind staying here? Just in case?"
"No, I don't mind. Just be careful for most reporters and 'fans.' Especially, that crazy hippy chick that hangs out around here."
"Don't remind me. That weirdo was the one to kill me in the alternative timeline."
Piper still remembered that bullet. Of course Phoebe had to choose Cole at the time, and was in the underworld. Leo was with her at the time, and didn't hear her cries for help. She put on her jacket and walked out and was immediately accosted by her fans. Even the hippie chick.
"Piper! Piper! I am one of you! I work for Heaven! I want to join your church! Tell me how to become a Whitelighter!"
Ignoring her and the rest of the crowd that were shouting her name got in her car and drove away. She hoped no one was following her. Especially the hippie chick. One thing she hated to admit is when she called Sam to complain, Dean told her to disable her engine. That way she couldn't follow Piper. Luckily, Phoebe used to date a mechanic and knew how to disable her van engine. They did it it the middle of the night and after Piper sneakily froze time, Phoebe did her work. They figure that girl couldn't follow her around.
She drove across town, to a newish coffee shop. She needed to get put of the house, plus it was close by to Prue's work. After she ordered her coffee, she texted her sister to come join her for her lunch break. She called Sam, to let him know what was going on, being careful not to divulge too much information, just in case people were listening. As soon as Prue walked in she waved to her. After Prue and her sat down, she told Prue what Rowena heard.
"So she spied, and whatever she heard caused her to pass out. Whatever she heard it must have been big." Prue remarked while taking a bite out of her scone.
"Yep. I hate the woman, but like Sam and Dean said, sometimes you have to work with your enemies. Friends lie, but enemies take great pleasure in telling you the truth. Even if you don't want to hear it."
They were sitting there when they realized the coffee shop was quiet. when Piper and Prue looked up, she saw that the employees and customers were still. Even the street outside. That could only be one thing.
"Good afternoon, ladies. Let me introduce myself. My name is Bartholomew." The sisters look up. It was the angel responsible for exposing Heaven's secrets. He wasn't alone, he had two others with him.
Phoebe was reading a magazine at home when she heard the doorbell ring. Not again. Their guest was upstairs sleeping and Phoebe didn't want anyone to disturb her. She grumbled and got up hoping it wasn't another reporter. When she opened the door, she was surprised to see who was on the other side.
"Come in." She waves her guest inside. "Raphael, why didn't you just fly in?"
Raphael gave her a unreadable look. He walked inside and sat down on the couch.
"So you have heard on what the angels are doing?"
"I had no idea the archangels follow any news. Especially on what is going on. Are you here to undo everything they ever did?" Phoebe asks. Confused on why Raphael was here. She expected Michael or Gabriel.
"No. I don't care what the angels are doing. There is a much bigger picture out there. My nephew, Jack is missing. Plus I heard you met Death." Raphael looks at Phoebe with judgmental look. Phoebe swallowed.
"Ahem. You have to remember that I was sick."
"That is no excuse. You should have informed us. This 'new' Death has information about my Father. What his weakness may be. Did She say anything about Him?"
Phoebe tries to remember. "The only thing She said, is that She is going to help me get better. Then She sent Her reaper to rescue me. That's it."
Raphael stared at her for a long time. Phoebe was starting to get nervous. Raphael was very serious about his job, and often came across as cold. Except to Jack. He often spent many hours with him reading books dating back to the earliest centuries. That was the only times he showed any warmness. Not even to his brothers.
"Very well. I believe you. Now have to go."
"Wait! What about the angels?!"
"They are not my problem. It is my Father's. Goodbye." He then disappeared in a flutter of wings.
Phoebe wanted to stamp her foot in frustration. She was wondering why the archangels didn't care. Maybe because of what Raphael said. Jack is missing. Gabriel told her the same thing. She felt helpless. Then she realized it was eerily quiet outside. Looking out the window, the people were still. She wondered if Piper froze the whole street again.
The sisters look at the angels in suspicion. What the hell did they want? Their questions were soon answered.
"Miss Halliwell, Miss Halliwell, or is it Mrs. Winchester now? Anyway, I have a proposition for you. Jessica, Joel, tell them about my offer."
Bartholomew's assistant, the darked haired woman standing the left of him spoke. "We are at war. War against our Creator, God. We have angels that are looking for suitable vessels and we are offering a rare opportunity for you two to be vessels for our fellow angels. As you can see," She points outside, where two flashes of light were floating around; "They are looking for vessels. You two are chosen. Consider it to be a rare honor."
The angel Joel who was standing next to Bartholomew on the right says, "Not all humans are chosen to be vessels. Humans are weak and fragile, but you two are strong. The angelic grace you will carry will not harm you. You will gain Heaven's knowledge if you say yes."
"If you do say yes, if we can combine our powers, we can save Creation Itself, plus you can have control to your bodies. Deal?" Bartholomew tells them.
Both Piper and Prue look at each other. There was no way they were saying yes, tempting as the offer was. They had knowledge of magic, plus had help from Leo and the other Elders. But, they didn't trust Bartholomew. They knew if they didn't say yes, they and their loved ones would be tortured till they gave in. But if they agreed, they will never have control and be under the angels mercy. Dean was right. Angels were dicks. They were wondering what to do when a voice came from the back.
"Jumping the gun, Bartholomew? There is a real crisis out there. Now go." Then a flash of light and the angels disappear with them screaming. When Prue and Piper turned around, it was the ex-angel, Anna with blood dripping out of her hand touching a angel sigil.
Donatello reads the Tablet in his hand. The Tablet stated that worlds can be opened with archangel grace. He wasn't alone, there was someone there. Writing down notes. This person showed up a few days ago, shortly after the boy and his sister did. They had come begging for help to hide from the angels that were chasing Jack. After Donatello translated a spell, they thanked him and left. Then a day later, another person knocked. This person had told him that he was special. That they didn't care which side won. They were just there to write down Donatello's writings. They also said that they were taking the Tablet away, since the angels on Earth were chasing it. They promised to hide Donatello from danger.
"The Tablet has a language that I cannot translate. The only thing I can decipher is 'Once the spell has been cast, it cannot be reversed.' It says something else, but for the life of me, cannot read it." He looks at his "guest" apologetically.
"That is fine. I will be taking the Tablet now. Do not worry. No angels will dare harm you."
"Promise?"
The person smiles. Nervously, Donatello sweats in fear.
"Of course. Have a good night."