Prue was at home. Her business was in trouble. Apparently, the search warrant the police did showed she was about to sell counterfeit art. Fuck. So far, the FBI and State Police was going to contact previous buyers to see if they had purchased fake art. Prue was going to be ruined if this gets out. She went to have a drink when she heard fighting again. Not again. She was tempted to run upstairs and tell Cole and Phoebe to shut the fuck up. The next thing she knew she was doing just that.
Piper and Leo were talking. They were discussing on what to serve for tonight's concert. Piper was nervous as hell. She wondered why Leo never said a word about the night before. Piper hands were shaking while doing the books.
"Piper."
Gulp.
"Do we have enough straws for tonight?"
What? "Leo. About last night..."
"It's alright Piper. I understand."
"No you don't. I was acting reckless and impulsive. I ignored you for some guy. Forgive me."
"It's alright. You have nothing to apologize for. I know I been neglecting you these last few months. My job, it keeps me busy, because I have no set schedule."
A whitelighter. His job is to help others. Leo goes out of town a lot. But what exactly does he do for a living? Leo always said he helped others, but he never fully explained how.
Paige was at the manor looking at photo albums with Patty Halliwell and her husband, Sam Wilder. All three were on the coach talking and laughing. Paige was smiling at the photograph of Patty and Sam's wedding. They looked so happy. Patty was wearing a white gown with a shawl, with her daughters wearing old school dresses. Prue, the oldest was smiling, but the eyes didn't match. Piper was grinning at the camera with a toothless smile, and young Phoebe was sucking on her thumb. Paige felt strange looking at the photograph. She wondered if Patty was previously pregnant. She looked like she recently gave birth. She wanted to ask, but she didn't want to be rude.
"Ah, remember that Patty?"
"Our wedding day. Oh it was so beautiful. Look at the girls. They were so adorable."
"Why wasn't Penny in the picture."
"She was taking the picture, remember?"
"Oh yes. She was the one that married us."
"Who's Penny?" Paige asked.
"My mom. She didn't approve of Sam, or my ex. She didn't like any of my boyfriends. She fought tooth and nail to break us up."
"Good thing she didn't, otherwise our daughter wouldn't exist."
Patty hits him on the leg.
"Ow! What was that for."
Sam notices Paige.
"Sorry. It's a long story."
"I don't mind. I can't go home until tomorrow. Plus I can't be at the club till after 7."
Sam looks at Patty. "Sweetheart, do you mind?"
"Of course. It's nice to have a ear. My mother and my children never wanted to talk about it."
"About twenty seven years ago, my wife, here gave birth to our daughter. Unfortunately, the circumstances of her pregnancy was unfortunate. Patty was married to another man at the time. Her mom, suggested she give her up for adoption, since the stress of her divorce from her first husband was tearing her daughters apart."
"I loved that baby with all of my heart, but at the time I couldn't give her the love and care that I should have."
Patty tears up.
"The best thing we can do is to find a agency that can find a family suited to take care of her. The only thing we asked is that her name starts with a 'P.' Just to keep up tradition with her family line." Sam explained.
Paige hearing that flinches. That sounded so familiar. Just a coincidence she told herself. When Sam gets up, she sees something she recognized. The baby blanket. It was torn up, but she recognized the P. It was in the family album, but when she saw the birth certificate, her heart stops. It was her birthday.
Phoebe almost had a heart attack when Prue suddenly appeared. How? The door was usually locked. Prue always knocked.
"Would you guys shut the hell up!" Prue screamed. When she saw where she was, her eyes went big. Then she vanished into thin air.
Both Phoebe and Cole stood there with their mouths open. What the heck was that about? Before they can say anything, Cole's assistant, a Jamaican woman comes into the penthouse.
"Cole, the meeting downstairs is about to begin." Seeing Phoebe, she bows her head. "Your Highness."
Phoebe stares at her. Huh? Before she can say anything Cole rushes her out.
"Um, Phoebe, maybe you should check on your sister."
Too confused on what's going on, she nods. The last thing she saw was Cole and his assistant talking. The alcohol in her body must still be in her body, she swore they shimmered away into thin air as soon as the elevator's door closed.
What the hell is going on?
Both Sam Wesson and Dean Smith were at Sandover giving their interview to the middle aged gruff man writing down notes. Apparently, earlier today there was another suicide. A man that worked in tech support, Paul Durban committed suicide by sticking his head in a microwave. When Sam and Dean heard that, they gave each other uneasy looks.
"So how long have you boys known Ian Johnson and Paul Durban?"
"I know Ian the same day we were hired, about three months ago. I only talk to Paul while we were at work." Sam answered.
"I admit, I don't talk to the junior techs that much. But I seen them at the company cafeteria almost everyday." Dean answered.
The cop, named Bob Singer nods. "Is there any reason, why they would kill themselves?"
Both Sam and Dean shook their heads. Ian was Sam's best friend, and Paul was a easy going guy. Yeah, he liked his adult movies on the Internet, but half the building did too. Besides, he was ready to retire.
Detective Singer then asked a unusual question. "Do you boys believe in ghosts?"
Sam furrows his brows. He never admitted it to anyone, not even Jess about his fascination with the supernatural. He was obsessed with stories about ghosts, vampires, werewolves, and even demons. He got the idea from his grandparents. The late Samuel and Deanna Campbell. According to Mary, his mom, they died before Sam was born. The details of their deaths was a mystery. Mary refused to talk about it.
When Sam was little, he stumbled across their diaries. His grandparents lived exciting lives. According to them, they were "hunters." They traveled across the country hunting evil. They stopped hunting when Mary was born, then started up again when Samuel caught a demon in Mary's room when she was a small baby. It was Deanna that suggested they hunt again with Samuel's protests. Their son, Daniel was sent away to live with his cousins after Mary was born. He was only a young teenager, but Samuel sent him away after he refused to fight, stating his parents were crazy to believe in the supernatural.
Ever since then Sam read every book there was about the supernatural. He never asked his mom about it, he was scared he would send him away like his uncle, so he kept it a secret. Even with those diaries, Sam never saw proof that ghosts or monsters exist. But he often wondered.
"Never thought about it." Dean answered.
"Okay. Here is my card. If you see anything unusual. Give me a ring."
"Thanks." Dean takes the card. When he took it something caught his eye. There was a figure of an old man standing in the hallway. He was glaring at Dean. When Dean blinked, he was gone.
After Detective Singer left, both Sam and Dean were talking.
"That cop. He asked about ghosts. Why?" Dean wondered.
Sam shakes his head. "I don't know. Dean, would you ever fight evil. Like the supernatural?"
"C'mon Sammy. I don't believe in that stuff."
"Sam. You called me Sammy. No one outside my family calls me Sammy."
"Well, we are brothers now."
"Right. Out parents are married. Don't call me Sammy. It's Sam."
"Okay, Sammy." Dean sasses. Weird. It felt natural.
"Bitch."
"Jerk."
"What the hell just happened? Prue. You appeared and disappeared right in front of me."
"I know. One minute, I'm here, the next second. I was yelling at you and Cole to shut up."
"Prue. Do you ever get deja vu? I swear I lived this day before. Not exactly the same, but different."
"No. Look. There is something going on at Bucklands. Someone is trying to frame me. I'm being investigated for fraud."
"What! How!"
"It started when Chuck quit..."
Paige made up an excuse and left the manor in a hurry. She couldn't stand be around those people any longer. Those two. They were her biological parents. She wasn't sure, but those were her blood. Then that means, her and her sisters were working together last night. She took some money out of her tips and took a bus to the San Francisco Harbor. She needed to think. When she got there, there was a man standing there. He wasn't the only one, but he stood out. He was still. Most people fidgeted, but he was totally still, like a statue.
Paige just watched him for a minute then she shook her head. Even a statue needed privacy. She walked down to a private area and sat down on the grass. She wondered about everything. Her adoption, her curiosity about her life, hell even her very existence. She was mulling it over when she heard a voice.
"It is alright if I join you?"
Paige looked up. It was that guy. The statue. Damn. He was hot. Dark hair, great body, but that wasn't the only thing about him. His light. It was invisible to most people, but for Paige, it glowed brightly. If would have blinded most people, but not for Paige. That light. If there was one word to describe it, it would be heavenly. Paige wondered if he was an angel; if there is such as a thing.
"Earth is beautiful don't you think?"
"I guess so."
"I came from up North, but being down here. I forget about my Father's work. Yeah, my 'siblings' helped, but it was my Father that created all of this."
"What. The harbor?"
"Creation."
Phoebe, Piper, and Prue were at the club at P3. They wanted to go to Bucklands to straighten things out, but were stopped by police. Since all three had nothing better to do, they went to P3 to see what they can do to help Prue. Leo was also there, he was setting things up for tonight's concert. Hearing about what is happening to Prue, he was helping them brainstorm.
"Okay. So Prue. You said the Van Gogh was real. Then when you went upstairs, then back downstairs. There was a switch." Leo said.
"Yes. I admit, I overlooked the rest of the art, but on Thursday and Friday, Chuck and I meticulously checked every art piece to be sold at auction. Every piece was authentic."
"Prue, where you there on Saturday?" Piper asked.
"The morning, and until 2 pm. I left to get my hair done. Then I went home to change them I came here to the concert."
"Besides Chuck, who else was there."
"A new girl. Bela Talbot."
"Prue, how long as she worked for you?"
"Before I fired Roger, he was the one responsible for hiring and firing people. He worked in HR for Bucklands. Miss Talbot was there for only three months. She usually only did paperwork for inventory. Chuck and I cataloged the art personally."
"You said Chuck quit. How long has he been working for you?"
"He was hired only a few weeks ago. Odd. I usually don't interview people myself, but when I saw his resume from the temp agency, I had the overwhelming feeling to interview him. I hired him the same day."
"This Chuck. Do you think he is the thief?" Piper asked.
Prue shook her head. "No. I did a extensive background check on him the day after he was hired. Chuck Shurley, age 49, came from Kripke's Hallow, Indiana. An orphan, parents died when he was a very young child. Has no known siblings, grew up in a orphanage, went to Indiana State University, dropped out, then became a writer, making a living writing for various newspapers, magazines and websites. Has no criminal record, and was never married. He works across the country as a 'freelancer' working various jobs across the country. He documents his life on Snapchat, and has a popular blog about cats. Trust me, he is not the thief."
"Okay. Any others. Prue, is there anyone that would hold a grudge against you." Leo asked.
"Roger. That son of a bitch. I fired him last month for embezzling. Fuck. Excuse me. I'm going to confront that bastard." Prue was about to get up, when Phoebe stopped her. She grabbed Prue, then had a vision. She saw a young woman. She was at the gallery, looking at the Van Gogh. When she saw Prue leave, she grabbed the painting, and nodded to her partner in crime, a blonde man. He did a switcheroo. Then they hurried out to a van, then they drove away.
"Prue. Roger isn't the thief. How well do you know Bela?"
"Not very well. When Chuck quit, I was desperate. The only other person I know how to catalog was Bela."
"Was she ever at Bucklands alone?"
"Yea...She worked late sometimes. Oh my god. I caught her outside the vault a few times. She usually was behind Chuck or myself whenever we put in the passcodes. Fucckkk. That bitch. I'm calling Andy."
Back at Sandover Sam and Dean were watching the Ghostfacers website. Those two guys were demonstrating how to eliminate ghosts. After Dean told Sam what he saw, Sam suggested he watch YouShare. The various videos they seen showed ghosts and proof of monsters, but none talked about killing them. But one video talked about experts. They only went by their first names, Ed and Harry. The link to the video sent them to the Ghostfacers website. There, Sam and Dean watched as they talked about eliminating ghosts. They talked about iron, apparently all evil creatures hating it, same with salt and holy water. They even demonstrated how you make salt bullets. They can make ghosts and evil disappear for a short time. But they said if they wanted to truly kill a ghost, all they needed is to salt the bones and pour gasoline and set it on fire. But if there was no body, burn anything the person had while still alive. Hair, fingernails, anything with the ghost's DNA.
Dean scoffed when he watched it. But when Sam mentioned his grandparents. Dean was weirded out. Sam claimed they were hunters that hunted monsters, but when Sam mentioned their names, Dean got even more weirded out. Their names were identical to theirs. Making up an excuse, he said he needed to go to the men's room. Then he saw weird things. The sinks turned on by themselves. Then the soap dispensers started overflowing. Dean would have considered it a prank, till he saw the suicide of Ian Johnson killing himself. It was after he was dead, than he saw that same old man. Dean quickly left the washroom to tell Sam. But when Sam and Dean came back, the washroom was clean. No overflowing soap, no flood, and no body.
"Sammy, I'm telling you. Something strange is going on here. I saw Ian killing himself. It was real. I seen it."
"Dean. He died yesterday in your office."
"I know. I was there. But Sam, he was here. He stabbed himself in the neck. Then I saw that old man."
"What old man?"
"P.T Sandover."
Paige was at P3 later that night working as a waitress. After she met Michael, she was wondering about things. Michael claimed he was an angel. The son of God. Then that would make him an archangel. At first Paige thought he was some religious zealot, till he described Heaven. Everything he said made sense. Especially the part about Whitelighters. Special human souls that became special guides to witches. He claimed there was a few on Earth, two that conceived children. A former school teacher, and a former WW2 fighter. Of course he said one of them had a child, but he didn't know because his wife's letter got lost during the war and he never knew his wife was pregnant. Even when he came to her in a dream, he never found out. He was human when he died, not yet a whitelighter. As for the other one, he had a affair with a married woman, and she got pregnant. They had a daughter. When Paige found out she was shaken. She convinced herself it was just a coincidence.
Michael also said he was supposed to fulfill his destiny. Fight his brother Lucifer and bring Paradise. But he and his brother didn't want to do it. He brought his brother to Heaven and was currently looking for Gabriel who was missing. After hearing all that, Paige wanted to forget about everything. She decided to live her life. Well at least a waitress for a night. She was currently serving up some drinks to a newlyweds. A blonde woman and a middle aged gruff man. They looked so happy holding each other. If they weren't newlyweds, Paige would have thought they were long lost lovers.
Smiling at the couple after serving up their drinks, she heard a customer calling her name. Oh no. It was Patty and Sam. Shit. She forgotten they had tickets will be awkward. Serving her long lost parents. Great.
Gabriel was glaring at Loki's back. Loki was currently on the phone calling about a price for Gabriel. Gabriel was wearing Enochian cuffs. With those on, he couldn't use his powers or fly. He was currently trying to get rid of Gabriel because he heard a rumor that his older brothers were going to start Armageddon. Gabriel was trying to tell Loki that wasn't happening. There was a bigger picture out there, it it wasn't the Grand Fight between Good vs Evil. It was Something bigger and more deadly. Gabriel sighed when Loki ignored him. There was a niggling feeling there was something close to him that was pulling the strings. He wondered. Did his Father come to Earth recently? His eyes went big when he saw Asmodeus appear. Shit. Out of all the Princes of Hell, he gets Kentucky Fried Colonel.
Back at P3, Piper was serving up drinks and handling cash. The club was packed with many classic rock fans and press. Usually Piper would be happy her club was doing great, but she was too worried about Prue. If they couldn't find this Bela chick, Prue was looking at years of prison time and financial ruin. She wasn't here, she was at the police station with her lawyers trying to get things straightened out. Poor Prue. She worked her ass off where she was, and now was in the process of getting it all taken away because of a suave con artist. Seeing Phoebe, she waved her over.
"Phoebe any news?"
"Not yet. Andy and his partner Daryl are doing a background check on Bela Talbot. They aren't the only ones looking for her, a detective from South Dakota was also looking for her. According to Andy, that guy Bob Singer says Bela Talbot is just many of her many alias. He thinks she may be working with a some art dealer. A guy named Balthazar Angel."
"What kind of name is that?"
"I don't know. But Piper, Andy says this guy's been around for centuries."
"That's impossible. That would make him immortal."
"Not if he is an angel. But there is no such thing. But Phoebe, what if he is. What would you think. Remember when we were kids? Grams always said magic exists. But whenever she tried to teach us magic, mom threatened to send her to a institution. Grams couldn't stand to be away from her family, so she kept her mouth shut. But Grams told me there was a trunk in the attic. A trunk that contained a book. She told me, 'when the time comes all three of you come together and chant this spell. The Power of Three will set us free.' That includes your sister. The lost one."
"The baby mom was pregnant with?" Phoebe said. She was in awe. She always suspected magic exists, but her sisters and her mom always shut her up with a laugh. She was really young, but she remembered mom being pregnant. Her mom always said her baby was meant to be with another family. But she said someday they will meet. At the moment she saw Paige talking to her mom and Sam. Oh my god. She stood like mom. But that's not the only thing. She looked like her great aunt on her father's side. This Paige shows up, when her parents come to town. Piper said she appeared in the women's washroom. But with such tight security, that was impossible. Was Paige their omg, lost sister? Before she can think, she felt two arms wrap around her.
"Hey babe. I'm back. Hope you don't mind. I bought my assistant." Seeing Piper's expression, he quickly told her he paid extra for her cover charge, and wasn't staying. She just came with Cole before she had to return home. When Phoebe turned around, she saw Cole's face. He was a monster. She quickly threw his arms off and ran to the back and locked herself in Piper's and Leo's office. Seeing Cole's face wasn't the only thing that frightened her, it was his assistant. Her eyes were black. God. She was SO glad she was getting a divorce.
Back at Dean's apartment, Sam and Dean were discussing what do. Sam was impressed with Dean's behavior earlier. They saved another person from getting brainwashed. They went to room 1444 and confronted the ghost. He was in the process of hurting another victim. When they went to the office, they were dismayed to find the door was locked. Frustrated, Sam kicked the door down. Seeing the ghost, Dean picked up a wrench and hit the ghost, making it disappear. They were too shaken to return to work, so they told their bosses they weren't feeling well and went home.
Sam went home first to see Jess. Unfortunately she still wasn't home. She sent him a text that she wanted to see her parents first and she would be home late. Sam was disappointed. He wanted to tell her about his day, but looks like he had to wait. He was tempted to call Piper, but she was a married woman. He loved Jess, but couldn't help but be attracted to Piper. He wanted nothing more than to take off in a Impala and drive off with her. It sounded cold, but if Jessica wanted a break, Sam wouldn't stop her. He just hoped that Leo guy wasn't around. Having nothing to do, he called Dean and asked if he can come over. Their parents weren't home anyways. They were exploring the city.
"Have you tried master cleanse? Ever since I went on this diet, I lost five pounds.'' Dean tells Sam while drinking from his water bottle.
"I rather have a beer."
"Sorry man. I don't eat carbs. Carmen and I are on a diet. I only keep bread around for my daughter. Whole grains."
"How did you know about the wrench?"
"Remember that website? My dad and I, he used to teach me how you fix cars. The wrenches we used. They were made out of iron. According to those two ghostbusters..."
"Ghostfacers."
"Whatever. Iron and salt are pure. Evil burns when it touches it. Sammy, did you find anything about this PT Sandover?'
"Only that he worked himself till the end. Never married or had children. His 'baby' was the company. He was a tough son of a bitch. He was a very strict boss. He saw slackers as weak and sneered at anyone that quit or retired. When he died, they found his body in his office. Guess."
"Room 1444. Good thing you hacked into their emails."
"I have special skills. Anyways, after he died, there was many suicides over the years. Usually during troubled financial times. During the great depression there was seventeen suicides. Then in the 80s, there was another three, in in 2009, there was two. Then Ian and Paul."
"I know this year has been tough, but why is he killing people due to the economy?"
"I don't know. Dean, we have to kill him."
"He was cremated. That would be kinda tough."
"What is kinda tough?"
Carmen walked in carrying groceries. Seeing Sam, she introduced herself.
"Hi. I'm Carmen. Dean, I picked up the groceries for tomorrow's dinner. Your parents are coming yes? And are you Sam? Wow. You guys just met and are already close? Good for you. I wish I had siblings. I am an only child. Dean. Do you want me to cook, was it called, Winchester's Surprise? Sam. You must come. Bring a date. I accidentally bought too many ingredients, and even with us, Emma and your parents, I will have too many leftovers. Shit...Dean I forgot to buy pie at Piggly Wigglys."
"I love to come. Dean do you mind if I bring Jess? I'll bring pie."
Prue was getting a migraine. They managed to track down Bela, lucky for her a storm was in the horizon and no planes, trains or boats were allowed to leave. Not even cars. A hurricane was coming to town and all of San Francisco was on alert. Bela was in a standoff with police. She was in her car refusing to come out. For a con artist, she didn't think things through. Andy texted Prue and told her Bela was busy praying. Good. Bela needs those prayers to save her ass. If Prue got her hands on her she was a dead woman. Seeing the news on her phone, she was dismayed to see a storm coming. Dammit. If this hurricane comes, her auction was going to be canceled. Wait. Maybe God heard her prayers. A storm means she has time to fix things. Get her stolen art back and save her reputation. Yes! God does exist. She thought about what is happening to P3. The storm wasn't due to hit landfall for a couple of more hours, but the city will give orders soon that all businesses will be forced to shut down for the night. She needed to rush home. She asked Darryl if she can go home. She wanted to go home and pack a suitcase. She needed to be at the manor. Her parents were there. She called for a limo. She needed to pick up her family at the club.
"Honey. Open the door. What is going on? Are you mad about this morning?"
"Go away!" Phoebe yelled. God. Will Cole go away? She wanted nothing more than him to get lost. Seeing the door unlocked she tensed. When Piper and Leo walked in she relaxed.
"Phoebe, are you alright?"
"I would be if Cole and I were apart. Piper. I don't love him. I hadn't loved him for a very long time."
"I always wondered about that. Phoebe. We are closing the club. There is a storm coming. We are giving partial refunds to the customers that purchased tickets for tonight."
"Can't you rebook the bands?"
"Unfortunately not. They are busy as it is. Since they all performed at least a few songs, we are giving some of the money back. We have to get everyone out. Prue is on her way. She said they caught that Bela woman. She is sending a limo to take us home."
"What about cleanup?"
"Don't worry about that. We won't be reopening the club till after the storm passes. Phoebe, maybe it would be better if you come to the manor. We are taking Paige with us. Since she is from out of town, there is nowhere she can stay. The penthouse is too dangerous to be. Cole says he is going to stay with his assistant. He told us to stay at the manor." Leo told her.
"Okay. I need my clothes."
"Too risky. Besides. Some of your old clothes are still at the manor. I don't think wearing old clothes would matter with a hurricane."
"This hurricane. What's it called?"
"Hurricane Charles. The unofficial nickname is Cyclone Chuck."
Back at Sandover, both Sam and Dean were determined to finish the job. They heard about the storm and despite Carmen's protests, they insisted on going back to work. Dean promised to be home, and Sam called Jess to tell her he would be home as soon as possible. Carmen wasn't happy, but agreed. She went to pick up Emma, since school was supposed to be tomorrow, but was canceled. Dean was hoping both were safe. Luckily Emma's friend was living close by.
When Sam and Dean got there, they both had guns with rock salt and iron from Dean's fireplace. Tonight, Mr Sandover was being put to rest. After an hour, they realized they were in over their heads. First, Sam was caught by security and was being escorted out. He was trying to tell him he had permission to work overtime, but the guard simply told him that there was a hurricane coming and everyone was going home. When they got to the elevator, Sam felt a cold chill, when he saw the cold air, he knew they weren't alone. The elevator got stuck, and the guard had a panic attack. As he pried the doors opened, and got halfway out, the elevator started and he got cut in half. Sam was horrified when the blood gushed into his clothes. When Dean called, he said he'll call him back. He pressed the button to the nearest floor and got out. He called 911 and took the stairs to the 22nd floor where Dean was.
Afterwards, as they fought the ghost, both Sam and Dean were thrown about. Sam fought with salt and iron. Dean used a shotgun filled with rock salt bullets to dissipate the ghost. When Dean was thrown across the room, Sam saw Dean was going to be brainwashed. Seeing the gloves of Sandover, he broke the glass open and set them on fire. Seeing the ghost go up in flames, is when Dean and Sam were relieved. Afterwards, after Sam gave his statement about the accident in the elevator, they were driving home in Dean's Pruis.
"I never had so much fun in my life! God. That was exciting! Phew. I can't wait to tell Carmen and Emma."
"More exciting then singing with Led Zeppelin?"
"Mmm. No. Second most exciting. Getting that email from Jenna. That counts as exciting."
"I thought you were with Carmen?"
"Right...Carmen. She is my girlfriend. I was going to propose to her." Dean frowned. He honestly didn't think about Carmen, or Emma, his daughter. Weird. But ever since he got that picture of Jenna, that hot actress from that French TV show, she was always in the back of his mind. He looked sideways at Sam. He remembered him and that bartender. They looked like the perfect couple. Sam mentioned he was getting married in a few weeks, but that Jessica girl, as much as she was nice, she looked too pure for Sam. While Piper, the name that was on her nametag, could kick ass. She would be a perfect hunting partner for Sam. Dropping off Sam, he saw his dad. Looking at his parents, the last thing he wanted was to go home. He wanted to be here with Sam, John and Mary.
"Hey Sam. Do you have any room? I don't feel like going home."
"Of course. If it is alright with Jess, you can sleep on the couch. We have extra blankets and pillows. What about Carmen and Emma?"
"My apartment is surrounded by windows. It won't stand a chance with a hurricane. I'm going to call Carmen and tell her and Emma to stay at her parents. I'll tell her, it's too dangerous to drive."
Later at the manor, everyone was hunkered down with the storm brewing outside. This storm, it was weird. California never gets hurricanes. Cyclones, maybe a tropical storm, but hurricanes? Something is up. The girls, including Paige were roasting marshmallows. Leo was already in bed. He said he was exhausted from helping the bands put their equipment mom and stepdad were making smores for everyone. They just finished a game of Life. Prue won, she and Paige were close. But Prue won by a few points.
Patty gets up to stretch. "Ahhhh. Sam, I'm getting tired. Girls, it's after one, I'm going to bed. Sam you want to join me?"
"Yep. Here's your smore Paige. Ladies. Have a good night."
"Night." Everyone echoed.
Phoebe thought about what Piper said earlier. Grams believed in magic. Same with Phoebe. But her sisters didn't. Hmm. The attic. What if they all went to the attic. First they will go in threes. Then when all three chanted that spell with all four taking turns, then they could prove Grams wasn't crazy.
"Hey. Let's go to the attic."
"Ew. Why? There's nothing but junk up there." Prue wrinkled up her nose.
"Piper. That conversation we had earlier. Let's chant it."
"You mean that weird poem Grams read to us every night before she died?"
"What poem?" Paige asked.
"She called it Charmed. The Power of Three will set us free."
"That's it?"
"Well, there's more to it, but that is the main line. Paige, want to join us?"
"Sure. Let's go."
Sam and Dean were busy polishing off the pizza, beer, and chicken wings. For a guy that swore of carbs, Dean was scarfing down a pie Jessica baked this afternoon. Both John and Mary went to bed. Jessica was in the bathroom getting ready for bed.
"Dean. This life. Are you satisfied with it?"
"Meaning a great job with health benefits, a good retirement package, bonuses every deal, a beautiful girlfriend, and a daughter I would die for, what's not to love?"
"What about tonight? Admit it, you had fun. What if, you and me travel the road. At least for a few weeks. I'll quit Sandover, you and me can travel in a classic car, hunting monsters all over the country.''
"Living in shitty hotel rooms, using stolen credit cards, using blind faith to guide us. C'mon Sam. We both have responsibilities. You're getting married. I have a daughter. We can't just pick up and start over."
"You said you have a daughter. How. How long have you known her."
"What kind of question is that? She's twelve. Her mom, died three months ago. She was sent to live with me. I had one night stand with her mom a few years ago. Emma showed up to my door with a social worker and a letter. Her mom, Lydia was murdered by a intruder. Emma was a shy girl. Ever since she moved in with myself and Carmen, she's been coming out of her shell. She is getting straight A's in school. She says she wants to become a FBI agent when she grows up. I work hard so she can have a stable life. I'm going to ask Carmen to marry me so she can have a mom."
"What about Jenna? That girl who sent you that email?"
Dean sighs. He admitted he was tempted. But he had to put Emma first. His dad sacrificed his life for Dean by becoming a mechanic. He turned down the chance to return to the marines. Plus he explained to Sam, Dean and Mary, he always felt guilty by never being there very much for his youngest, Adam. He visited as often as he could, taking him to baseball games, and fishing. Hearing that, both Sam and Dean were insanely jealous. Deep down inside, they never had that father son bonding experience. When John couldn't produce a picture, both boys were disappointed. They were extremely curious on what Adam looked like.
Dean says nothing. Sam sighs. He knew Dean was right. But he had this feeling something was off. He picked up a remote control and when he saw a Nouveau Départ rerun, he decided to watch it. Jessica was obsessed with this show. Sam understood some French since he took French classes in high school and in college, instead of Spanish. He saw that character Sophie kissing Lucas. When he heard a growl, he was amused to see Dean with his mouth clenched and his hands balled into fists.
"God, how long has this attic been cleaned out?"
"Awhile. Leo and I been busy running P3."
"Well, we can't stay long. That storm is getting worse. It's dangerous if we stay up here." Prue tells everyone while coughing.
"Ah! I found the trunk. I'm going to open it. Stand back."
Everyone stood back, except Phoebe. Expecting something, nothing happened.
"Wow. That was...underwhelming. Now what." Piper muses. Her mind was busy. She was worried about her boyfriend, Sam. No. Her friend, not lover. She had Leo. He was in their shared bed sleeping. But she couldn't help but worry. She hoped him and his brother was safe. When she saw Phoebe take out a scroll as well as a very old book, she asked to go back downstairs. Good thing too, the power went out. When they heard the window breaking, they jumped. They hurriedly ran downstairs, careful not to trip down the stairs.
Gabriel when he saw his brothers appear in the room he almost screamed in relief. Asmodeus was ready to take Gabriel away, but not before taking out an long needle. Gabriel recognized it. That was used by Naomi to extract angel grace. Only Heaven had that. Where did he get that?
When Asmodeus saw Lucifer he went down on one knee bowing his head. Lucifer looked pissed.
"Asmodeus. Runt of the Litter. What are you doing out of Hell? Unlike your siblings, you are still not allowed in Earth. Who is running the Underworld?"
"My minions are running it. Especially The Source of all Evil, Cole Turner my Lord."
"That is where you are wrong. I hold the title of Source of all Evil. This Cole, and many others that came before him, didn't invent that. I did. I see you are still trying to unsurp me." Looking at Loki, that looked terrified, including his sons, Lucifer used his powers to force them on their knees. "I see you are aligning with these bottom feeders that call themselves gods. You forget who my Father is. He created all of you lesser beings. Now go!" He commanded. Loki and his family did, almost tripping over themselves as they ran out. "As for you, Asmodeus, I'll let my brother decide what to do with you."
Raphael took the keys that Loki dropped and used those to free Gabriel. Michael was standing across the room looking amused. Seeing Asmodeus and what he was going to do to him, Gabriel was tempted to burn him to a crisp. It would be fate. Kentucky Fried Demon. But he held back. He didn't have time to share this with his brothers, but Creation was in danger. Their very existence was in jeopardy. They needed everyone, including their enemies. How did he know that? He sensed his Father. God. He was here. He wasn't as close to his Dad as much as Luci or Mike, but as the baby, his Dad used to take Gabriel to help him create things. He remembered the first thing he invented. The dwarf planet Pluto. When he created life, he created the Platypus. He was embarrassed to admit, he cried when the other angels laughed. Especially Michael and Lucifer. Raphael didn't laugh, but shook his head. His failed star, Jupiter was a disaster. But God told both, because something doesn't end up the way you want, doesn't mean, it isn't important. That was true. Jupiter was essential for the inner planets survival. It acted as a bodyguard for Earth, Dad's favorite planet. As for Pluto and Platypus, Gabriel was annoyed when his planet got demoted. But he admitted, it was not time for Pluto to shine. When the sun entered the red giant phase, is when Pluto will have life. Michael's planets, Venus, Neptune and Uranus will be gone. He hoped that Pluto will have a bodyguard planet like Jupiter. As for the platypus, it was a source of mystery among the scientists. They were debating how it came to be. Raphael smirked and told the younger angels that Gabriel was lazy and copied from the younger angels ideas. Jerk. At least Raphael's creation was extinct, the Dodo bird. The platypus was smart, it knew how to defend itself, unlike those idiot dodos. They made farm chickens look like geniuses. The dodos willingly ran into danger believing every animal was friendly. He never told anyone, except Joshua and Hannah, he comforted Raphael when the last dodo became extinct. At least there was a zoo in Heaven. Many animals were here, including the dodo for angels and the souls of Heaven to oversee. Lucifer, no big shocker, loved the dinosaur exhibit, especially the T Rex.
Gabriel stared at Asmodeus. "You are to return to the Underworld. Do not return to Earth, EVER, without our permission. Got it?"
Asmodeus nodded. When he disappeared Gabriel turned to his brothers sharing what he sensed. All three nodded, they sensed God. Michael and Lucifer suspected they were under a spell, but had no idea how to reverse it. Whatever God did, He rewrote history.
Meanwhile Jack and Claire were at a nightclub. Jack using his charm, and Claire was inside the bouncer's pickpockets to steal keys to sneak in. They managed to get in before the line started to form. The night was just beginning. The crowds were forming, and the owner was scheduled to perform tonight. Claire was at the bar ordering beers, and Jack was trying not to flirt back with the club's patrons who were flirting hard with him. Claire remarked he needed to get laid. With Creation ending, he cannot die a virgin. As much as he agreed with Claire, he wanted to fall in love. He wanted what his friends had, true love.
He looked up at the sign. LUX.