Jessica was dressed up and ready to go. Unfortunately she got a phone call. There was another mix up at the factory. Damn it. She was the CEO and owner of the top medical supply company in the world, but was tasked to oversee everything. She inherited it from her grandparents, but was not ready to hand over the reins to her employees, not yet.
She at the moment was having drinks with Sam, Mary, and her new husband John. Plus three others. John's son Dean, his wife Carmen, and his daughter Emma. John asked Sam and Jess if they can come over to meet his new wife.
When Sam opened the door to meet John's son, Sam blanched. It was Dean Smith. Dean also looked at Sam with disbelief. The meeting was very uncomfortable. But that wasn't the unusual part. It was Dean's reaction to seeing Mary. He literally came up to her and hugged her. Sam's reaction to seeing John was weird as well. Sam teared up seeing him. He acted like he hadn't seen him in years. Both Mary and John were weirded out.
It was a very uncomfortable dinner. But after a hour everyone was laughing. Carmen couldn't stay, she had a late shift at the hospital and needed to go home to get ready. She took Emma home, Emma still wanted to stay at her best friend's house. After she hung up, she was disappointed to not being able to go to P3. So she suggested Sam take Dean to it. They were brothers after all. When she said that, neither protested.
Dean was embarrassed as hell after he hugged Mary, a total stranger. But when Mary hugged him back, he felt such a familiar feeling. Like seeing his long lost mom. John gave him a weird look, but looked happy to see how accepting Dean was to his new marriage. He wasn't bothered much when Sam saw him, but wondered why Sam kept staring at him.
Dean thanked God that Jessica? Was that her name? Wasn't able to go. Too bad Carmen couldn't make it. He looked at Sam. They are brothers now. They have to get along eventually.
Piper was at the club. She went home to shower and change and was now back. Security was super tight. She allowed that girl, Paige? Was that her name? To stay. But only if she worked as a waitress. Paige thanked Piper profusely saying she came all the way from Oregon. She was a huge fan of AC/DC.
She was behind the bar. Leo was in the back, he was working on the electricity. Just in case the instruments didn't overwhelm the lights. It was already after 8:30 the concert was opening with Pat Benatar's Heartbreaker in 30 minutes. Phew. Her sisters were coming to help. Phoebe was going to be a coat checker, and Prue was working with security. Already the crowd outside was getting restless.
Robert Plant was soundchecking the microphone. Piper was tempted to ask him for a autograph, but forced herself not too. She was a professional bar owner, not a fangirl. When Leo waved, she waved back. But almost fainted when Mr. Plant waved back. God, was this night getting any better? Yay!
Phoebe was fidgeting in the coat check area. Usually she'll resent her sisters on making her work, but Piper needed all the help she can get. Cole was here, he was outside helping the bouncers keep the riffraff out. She smiled at the musicians walking by. Holy shit. She recognized Steve Walsh. Her favorite Kansas song, Dust in the Wind was a song her dad always listened to. Same with her mom Patty.
Patty flew in this afternoon, both her and Sam were coming to visit their daughters and in laws to support Piper's promo at P3. They were coming here tomorrow to see the Sunday night show. Phoebe squealed. She was so happy to see her mom. Felt like forever since they seen each other. Too bad Victor wasn't here. He died of lung cancer five years ago.
She was glad Patty was here. She needed advice on how to get a divorce. Her and Cole were fighting these days, and only got along when Cole was heading to work. As Phoebe was collecting coats, the first customer walked in. Holy shit. He was HOT.
"Hi." The hottie says.
"Hi." Phoebe's mouth went dry.
"Checking in a coat.'' When he smiled, Phoebe felt faint. What the hell was she doing? She was married!
"Uh, here." She blushed when he touched her hand.
"Name?"
"Coop."
Sam and Dean were driving to P3. The car ride there was quiet. But strangely enough, both Sam and Dean weren't weirded out by it. Even after that weird afternoon, neither one was bothered by each other presence. It felt natural. Sam swore he rode with Dean before. He wanted to ask him to out for beers afterwards. Just like old friends.
Dean was shaking. He was on his way to see Led Zeppelin. He was so glad that Jessica girl gave up her ticket. Shame she couldn't come, but his dad remarked it was probably for the best, since him and Sam could talk. Dean was driving his Pruis, but when he saw a black '67 Impala go by, he was insanely jealous. If that driver ever offered, this car was his. Fuck the great gas mileage.
Paige was in the same clothes she came when she warped in. She couldn't change. She didn't know how. Not about changing clothes, but how to warp home. At least the owner gave her proper shoes. After this weekend was over, she hoped she made enough tips to buy a plane ticket back. She should call her bosses and say she won't be able to be at work on Monday.
Jenna finished sending off that email. She hoped she wasn't making a mistake. When she heard Ethan turning the key, she quickly deleted her browsing history. There are things he shouldn't know. She squeezed her tribal necklace for luck.
P3 was packed. Prue was sitting on her couch sipping a drink while the audience screamed at Pat Benatar. The night was just beginning and P3 was already jumping. AC/DC was performing next, and Prue was excited. She saw her sister Piper working at the bar. She wanted to help, but Piper hired extra bartenders to help out. She couldn't help but wonder why Piper kept glancing at the tall guy that just walked in. Prue had to admit he was cute.
Sam and Dean walked in the club. Phew. They didn't miss much, Pat Benatar was just finishing up her first song. She still had two more songs to perform before the next band performed.
"I'm getting a bottle water." Dean tells Sam, his new soon to be stepbrother.
"It's Friday night. I'm gonna order beers instead. Plus some chicken wings. Hopefully some pie." Sam yells.
"You know how many carbs and sugar is in those? Not to mention all that grease." Dean retorts.
"Loosen up. It's a night to celebrate. You can hit the gym tomorrow."
Dean nods. "Fine. Just for tonight."
Sam nods. He didn't know Dean, but he knew he needed to loosen up. Hopefully the beers help. Especially pie. Preferably apple.
Piper was serving up drinks. Holy shit. Even during New Years, 1999 was never this packed. Damn. The register was pinging every few seconds. Looks like she needed to make a run to the safe soon. Her drawer couldn't close. She was going to ask security to escort her and the cash drawer to the back when she heard a customer calling for her. Dammit. She was going to excuse herself when her heart skipped a beat as soon as she turned around.
Phoebe was singing along to the music. Cole was there with her, but Phoebe wanted to be alone. Cole was supposed to help Prue, but Prue told him she can handle things herself.
"Phoebe, do you want something to drink?" Cole asked her.
"A beer." Phoebe didn't usually drink beer, but she needed liquid courage. She decided to tell Cole she wanted to move out. She was already deciding to hire which lawyer to represent her. When Cole left, she closed her eyes and tried to listen to Pat Benatar. Unfortunately, she got a vision.
This reality. It was fake. She saw P3. But the club, there was nothing here. But that was impossible. Her eyes were deceiving her. She needed to get a new prescription. As she rubbed her eyes, she couldn't help but wonder if this was all a dream. She didn't believe in magic, not since Grams died, but she wondered if this was all a elaborate illusion.
Sam felt his face turning pink when he saw the female bartender checking him out. He forgot what he was going to order.
Dean was hurrying to the men's washroom when he heard his phone pinging. He turned the volume on max, just in case Zach or his lawyers called him. Right now they are fighting to see through the merger. Not to mention suing Prue for breach of contract. The Van Gogh was the last straw. When he checked his phone he was surprised to see a message. It was from France. He was blushing when he read it. But when he saw who it was from, he was in disbelief. It was supposedly from a actress from Carmen's favorite International soap opera. No way. He quickly deleted it.
Piper didn't know what to say. Luckily one of her other bartenders took over the orders and she quickly went to the back with her cash drawer. After she put the money in the safe, she got up. Her heart was beating fast when she saw the tall guy. He was gorgeous. But why was Piper checking him out? She was married to Leo. Quite happily, for a few years now. But when she looked in his eyes, their souls connected. She never felt like that with Leo.
Prue was jamming to AC/DC's great hit, Thunderstruck. As much as she was enjoying her night, she wanted to return to Bucklands. She was about to get up when some guy asked her to dance. When she looked up her face went pale. No way. Arthur Ketch. Her former coworker.
Lucifer sat by Hell's entrance waiting for his brother. He already knew what Michael wanted. He decided to spare him the trouble of freeing him and decided to tell Michael he didn't want to fight. Besides, the gate was open. How? He had no idea. His demons didn't know how to open it, not even Michael or Lucifer. Their Father must have known ahead of time. Seeing Michael, he bowed his head and held his hands in front of him to see he was unarmed.
Castiel and Hannah were on Earth. They had their orders. Retrieve Michael's Sword. They already knew where Lucifer's Weapon was, they just needed to bring it here. The final fight was going to take place in Stull Cemetery in Lawrence Kansas. They were currently waiting for new orders. Neither wanted to see the world end, but it was their destiny. Castiel sighs in his human vessel. Both Hannah and him felt empty and sad. Their was a big hole in their hearts. Two people he loved were dead. When he looked at Hannah's eyes he held her human vessel as she cried. He couldn't help it. He missed them too. They sat there and prayed for their souls.
Jenna slept in the spare room. Her and Ethan were not talking. Not that she cared, they hadn't got along for a few days now. Ever since their public announcement of their "relationship," both felt the pressure of their careers from both their agents. The ratings were high since the announcement. As much as she thought her fame would be great for her career, she felt hallow. This isn't for her. Acting was for fun, a job, not a publicity stunt. She looked at her email. It was blank. Frustrated she decided to send a picture of herself with her email address written on a paper. That Dean guy would know she was genuine. She crossed her fingers.
Sam was standing at the bar with Dean bobbing his head to the music. He and Dean were talking and laughing for the last hour and Dean was squirming in excitement. His favorite band Led Zeppelin was coming up next. Sam ordered two more beers. When he saw that bartender, he decided to ask her to dance. Only a dance, he told himself. He was with Jessica after all.
Piper's face was red when she saw that tall Adonis coming towards her. She knew he was most likely going to ask for more food or alcohol, but maybe she should ask him to dance. It was her break after all. She told her manager she was going to take a break. Unfortunately Leo was coming towards her. Damn.
Prue excused herself from Cole and Phoebe. She noticed the tension from those two and did not feel comfortable getting stuck in the middle again. She knew their marriage was in trouble, it has been for quite some time now. She pretended not to notice when she heard them screaming at each other from her window. They lived on the penthouse, but their fights were heard all the way from Prue's apartment downstairs. She sighed. Looks like Phoebe was going to spend the night again. Good thing she has a spare bedroom.
Paige was making her way across the room trying not to flinch when drunk patrons kept slapping her ass. Her feet were killing her. It was only 11, and the bar wouldn't close till 2. Ugh. When she saw who was gesturing for her she couldn't help but squeal. It was Angus Young of AC/DC. Somehow, her feet weren't hurting any more. Putting on a smile, she walked towards him. A minute later she was at the bar getting drinks. No way is she fucking this up.
Later that night, Prue was drunk. She had a meeting tomorrow, but screw it. She was the boss. She texted Chuck, her new assistant to cancel it. Oddly enough, there was no answer. She didn't care. It was late, he most likely went home. She was watching a good show anyways. Her stick in the mud sister Piper was flirting hard with another man; the tall guy she was checking out earlier today. Poor Leo. He looked so despondent. He was working but kept glancing at his wife who was laughing at something that guy was saying. Prue believed in love, but Piper was with the right guy. And it wasn't Leo.
Sam couldn't believe what he was going to ask next. He and Piper, that sexy bartender were talking and laughing for the last two hours. They talked, they danced and didn't want to leave each other's side. He must be wasted, he didn't care that her husband was in the same bar, he wanted to take her somewhere private and have his way with her. He whispered something to her earlier and when she giggled, he had his answer. They snuck out to the back alley.
Phoebe's eyebrows went high above her head. Piper was leaving with another man. Oh my god. She couldn't help but glance at Leo. He looked so wistful. Strangely enough, he didn't look sad or jealous at all. More like accepting. She knew Piper and Leo were married, but Phoebe for the life of her couldn't remember when she last visited her sister and brother in law. Hell, she couldn't recall the last time Leo and Piper were together. She thought back to her fantasy earlier. Was this a dream?
The next day Dean was at home doing some reports. He was still riding high about the night before. He met Robert Plant. Plus he checked off something off his bucket list. He saw and performed with Led Zeppelin. He sang Stairway to Heaven with the band. When he told Carmen that, she screamed. Especially when P3 uploaded the video on YouShare. The views were at half a million and climbing. Emma called earlier, she said her friends kept calling her asking about her hot dad. Dean smiled. He wasn't interested in becoming a singer, his daughter needed a stable life. That is why he was planning to propose to Carmen. He looked at ring box in his drawer. He spent a small fortune from Cartier. He wished he had his mom's ring, but his dad used it to propose to Mary. He liked Mary. Hell, he loved her as a mom. He looked at his phone. John just texted him. He wanted him and Sam, Mary's son, to come to lunch. A small family reunion. Since John's illegitimate son was going to be there.
Prue was in her office the next day. She was busy downing a large coffee with a bottle of aspirin by her side. Ugh her head. She just found out Chuck quit. Damn. Now she had to hire another assistant. She wanted nothing more than to go home and lie down, but no way was she leaving the painting alone. Besides, her meeting with the investors was this afternoon. Her mouth felt dry. She needed water. Unfortunately it was across the room. She was too tired to get up so she gestured at the cooler. She almost had a heart attack when it came right in front of her. Like it had legs.
Phoebe was having breakfast with Patty and Sam, her husband. Phoebe was eating a small breakfast, she was still hungover from the night before. She had to work tonight, today was the last night the bands were performing and her sister really needed the extra hands. She smiled at her mom. Her and Sam were married for years, ever since they met a Phoebe's time as a child in summer camp.
Party was married to Victor, Phoebe's dad to her and her sisters, when they got close. Sam Wilder was working as a "whitelighter." A guy that worked with troubled kids and teenagers. Both Patty and Sam were coworkers that had a professional working relationship, since Patty was working as a cook at the camp. They got closer when Patty saved one of Sam's kids from drowning in the lake. Rumors were the lake had a monster living underneath it. The kid was riding on one of the canoes when it flipped unexpectedly. Patty was taking a break from the kitchen when she saw the boat flip. Screaming at everyone that there was a accident, she didn't hesitate to dive in the water to save the child. She saved the boy, but was pulled underneath by something as soon as she got to the dock. Sam seeing his child was safe was horrified when he saw Patty drowning. He swam in and saved Patty's life. That was the day they started a emotional affair. Then a few days later took it physically. Poor Victor, Phoebe's dad was devastated. He never dreamed his wife was having a affair. He and Patty were happily married. During the divorce proceedings, he tried to sue for full custody, but was denied by the judge. No doubt with Penny's influence.
He and Patty tried to stay civil, but they drifted apart when Patty got pregnant. That was the last straw for Victor and he moved across the country, abandoning his daughters and disappearing. Without Victor to help her raise their daughters, especially when Prue started acting up, the stress was too much for Patty and she and her new boyfriend made the difficult decision to give their newborn daughter up for adoption.
Victor payed child support, and still kept in touch with his daughters. The letters came less and less and eventually the letters stopped. Poor Prue and Piper were confused and angry that their biological father abandoned them and started acting up, especially Prue. Phoebe was too young to understand, especially when her mom came home without a baby. She cried when Patty sat all three down and told them that they loved all of them equally, but Patty and Sam were too overwhelmed raising three children. Especially with Penny being sick.
What none of them knew, is when Patty got pregnant, her mom, Penny was very overprotective of her daughter and granddaughters. She didn't approve of Sam or Victor, and when Patty got pregnant, she pressured Patty to give up her unborn baby for adoption since their child was conceived out of wedlock. Plus, she saw Victor as a deadbeat and threw away most of his letters. Penny loved her granddaughters equally, but a new baby would be too much for Prue who was angry at her mom for breaking up her marriage to a "home wreaking" scumbag.
They quickly had a wedding in the manor after their daughter was born, and lived happily ever since. When they gave up their daughter, the only thing they asked the adoption agency is to give the baby name that starts with a "P."
They lived as a blended family ever since, with Sam trying to be a good stepfather to Patty's daughters. Funny thing, when Phoebe thought about it, she couldn't recall anything about her childhood. Piper had the photos in the manor, but all of those pictures seemed photoshopped. Weird. She also thought about Piper's wedding. How? Being in the nightclub with Leo and Piper, she didn't see them dancing or kissing once. They acted like coworkers, not lovers. Plus Piper talking to that tall guy all night. Something wasn't right.
Sam woke up with a headache. He knew he shouldn't have drank. Ugh. He was at home sleeping alone. Jess wasn't home, she most likely was at her relatives. Ever since she inherited her grandparents's medical supply company she has been busy. The company was doing well, and Jess used her money to pay off Sam's and Jessica's apartment. Good thing too, because rent in San Francisco was insanely expensive.
Sam felt bad. He worked hard at Sandover, but he was just a tech. He made just barely minimum wage and was currently looking for ways to supplement his income by getting another job, despite Jessica assuring him they were fine since they had tons in her bank account. Even with that Sam didn't feel right. Her parents were pushing her and Sam to sign a prenuptial agreement, before they tied the knot. Jessica protested, but Sam agreed. They had a appointment on Tuesday with her lawyer.
When the phone buzzed, Sam groaned. Not now. Then when he read it, he realized today was the day his mom wanted him to go for lunch with John and Dean. Oh shit. It was after eleven. He jumped out of bed and took a quick shower. After he was done, he went and got dressed. After he brushed his teeth and styled his hair, he checked his pockets for any cash. Then he saw a piece of paper with a phone number, Piper Halliwell.
Oh oh.
Paige was sleeping at the manor where Piper and her husband lived. Piper was nice to her to offer a place to sleep for the night since Paige did a bang up job waitressing the night before. She made a ton of money in tips. Paige smiled at the memory. She met many of the bands, especially AC/DC and was happy that she met her idols. They were all nice. She thought back on the final song of the night, Carry on my Wayward Son by Kansas. That guy Dean and Sam? Was that his name, were dancing and singing to that song. When she saw them, she thought that song suited them, they truly looked like brothers. Strangely enough, they said they weren't related. Paige wondered if they were separated by birth.
Thinking about it, she wondered if she was. She knew she was adopted, but wondered if she was with her sisters. She felt a undeniable connection with Piper, Prue, and Phoebe. When she met Patty and Sam early this morning when she went downstairs for a early snack, with Piper's permission, she felt a tug in her heart. Especially Sam. Their souls felt nearly identical, like they shared a white light. Weird.
Prue was at Bucklands staring at the painting of Van Gogh. This painting was truly magnificent. Why did the original owners want to sell it? Anyways, since the sale was in two days, she was busy cataloging the vault's items. Bucklands gets twenty percent of the sale, if Prue knew that will equal to the millions. And that was for the Van Gogh alone. She couldn't help it, she jumped up and down in excitement. She was going to be a very wealthy woman. As much as she should be happy, things seemed to be too good to be true.
"Miss Halliwell? You have a guest." Her temporary assistant, Bela told her.
"Oh yes. Be right there. Bela, lock up this vault. No one comes in without my permission."
"Yes, Miss."
Prue left the vault and went to her office. It was Andy. Why was he here?
Dean was having lunch with his dad John, and his wife, Mary and Sam. Apparently, his young son, Dean's half brother couldn't make it. He claims he was on a road trip and couldn't make it back in time. Dean didn't care. He was just happy to be with his parents again having a regular lunch, just like old times. Hmm. John said they were staying in the city till this weekend. Dean should cook them dinner. Dean had a recipe he found in dad's old journal. A weird recipe called "Winchester's Surprise." Whatever it was, it had a bunch of weird ingredients, but it sounded delicious. Dean was already planning on getting dessert. A pie from a grocery store called "Piggy Wigglies."
He ate a salad, while Sam ordered a bacon cheeseburger. While Dean was talking and laughing with his lunch guests, his phone rang. Excusing himself, he went to answer the phone it was Zach. He said he needed him at the office. He told him to bring Sam. Apparently there was a police officer there named Detective Singer that wanted to interview them about the suicide. Damn. Just when he was about to hang up he saw he had a email. When he opened it his eyes went huge. It was that girl, Jenna something from that French TV show. Her email, it was legit. Oh wow. She was gorgeous. Dean was flattered. But why did she email him? Dean had no idea. No matter, he wasn't complaining. But it did question his proposal to Carmen. He loved Carmen, she was beautiful, smart and sexy, plus a great stepmom, but seeing Jenna's picture, he wondered if she was the right girl.
Piper was at P3. She didn't go home, she was too embarrassed about her behavior at the club last night and spent the night at Prue's. She called her mom, and she understood. What the hell did she do? She spent most of the time with that Sam Wesson, not her husband Leo. Right after they left the club for her break, she and Sam went out to the back alley and walked down the street to a all night coffee shop. They ended up talking for over an hour. They almost lost track of time and rushed back before the final band performed.
Despite all that, Piper had a great time. According to the books, she made at least three months profit. If tonight goes well, she had enough to hire a full time manager so she can step back for awhile. Yes! While she was working, she heard a knock. It was Leo.
"Andy. What are you doing here?"
"Prue. Sorry to barge in on you, but I need to ."
"What about."
"There is a investigation about fake art being sold. Prue, is that Van Gogh authentic?"
"Of course it is. I saw it myself."
"When."
"A few minutes ago."
"Can you take me to see it?"
"Andy, as much as I trust you, you know nothing about art."
"But she does." Andy gestures to a woman.
"Hello. My name is Claire Pryce. I am a art expert. We had a complaint that there was fake art sold in the San Francisco area. Before I can determine the art to be sold, I need to see if the painting and the art sold is real."
"Of course. Come with me."
A few minutes later, Prue was in disbelief. This painting, it was close, but it wasn't the real thing. But how? She was sure the painting was real. She seen it herself.
"I don't understand. The Van Gogh it was real. It was right here. Ms Pryce. I would NEVER sell counterfeits. Ever."
Claire was looking around the warehouse. She looked closely at the art figures that were priced for auction. She took out her phone and made a call.
"Mr Trudeau. I need a search warrant as well as a cease and desist. Miss Halliwell, half of these goods are fake. I cannot allow fake art to be sold."
Gabriel was tied up somewhere. The last thing he remembered was having some "company" with some porn actresses. Next thing he knew, his so called "friends" of his tied him up and took him away. When the bag was ripped of his head, he saw a familiar face. His own.
Loki.
Phoebe was staring hard at the picture on her hand. It was a drawing. It was supposed to be angels? They didn't look like traditional angels. They looked weird. But to Phoebe, it was authentic. But when she looked up, she saw another truth. When she blinked, it was normal. Weird. She wondered if she was psychic. She decided to head to the library, no, a fortune teller. She couldn't shake this feeling. This reality, it was just a illusion.
Hmm. She wondered about her vision. Did magic exist? She thought about what she "seen." She sent Prue and Piper her thoughts.
There was a old man floating around Sandover. He was determined to make sure the blood sweat and tears he put in this company won't be wasted. He had two new targets. The guys named Sam and Dean. He watched them as they entered the building. He wasn't worried, he wanted to wait till tonight. For now, he has a new target, a retiree named Paul. Retire, ha! He worked till the end of his life, he will be no different.