Prue sighs as she came back to Olivia's. The NYPD finally let her go. Selena vouched for her saying Prue saved her life. Prue was a suspect for the murders, but she had a rock solid alibi. She was across the country. Plus Jackman had a extensive file on innocent women. Prue had no idea where her and her family's files went, she assumed Daryl destroyed them. They let her go, but not before warning her to keep out of trouble. Prue nodded.
She was tired. She had tickets to Sing Sing's museum, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to go. The grand opening was tomorrow. The train wouldn't take long to get to Ossining, at least a half hour. She sighs. If only she had someone to go with. She asked Daryl and Olivia, but both had to work. She was considering giving giving away her tickets, but since she wasn't busy, she could bring a date. Too bad Phoebe couldn't come, she was always fascinated by true crime stories. Plus, she was dating that ex demon, Drake. Prue, unlike her sisters didn't judge. Her boyfriend was an angel. Gadreel, he was gone. That bartender, he had his vessel back. He was back at work, Prue saw him on Igram promoting a new bar in his hometown. Good for him, he deserved to have his life back. She missed Gadreel like crazy, but maybe it wasn't meant to be. Piper was hunting, she and other hunters in the area were hunting for monsters and demons. Plus rumors were circling Sam was alive. Prue was tired, but didn't want to sleep,
After making herself a sandwich, she turned on the news. While chewing in her sandwich, she turned up the TV when she heard a breaking news story.
"The passengers and crew of TransNational's airlines 2245, 1365, 3008, 2432 and 3020 were just discovered. According to government officials, they were in a private camp. Government officials are keeping the details tight lipped, more to come."
Prue shuts the volume off. She calls Piper.
"Piper, you saw?"
"Yes. I called the airline, they refuse to say anything. We know the angels were behind it."
"And Sam?"
"Nothing yet. According to Phoebe who called her psychic friends, every person of those planes are alive. But Sam and Dean, neither of them are in the camp."
"What are the authorities saying?"
"They are scratching their heads. None of the passengers or crew remember anything. As for Sam and Dean, I don't know. But Sam has been sighted. If that's true, he may in the Pennsylvania. There's a case. Three police officers are dead.''
"Demons?"
"Possibly. One literally melted, another had boils in and on his body, suffocating to death, another had locusts crawl out of his head."
"Sounds angelic. Remember Exodus? We heard of it from Sunday school."
"Yeah. I looked up news articles about those cops. All three were involved in the "justice killing" of an unarmed black man, Christopher Birch.''
"Did Sam, if it was really him, did he solve it?"
"I don't know. I heard Castiel is on his way there, I called Anna and she said Castiel has a inkling on what's going on."
"What about you? About Sam?"
"I am on a case right now. The three of us are busy. When we're done, I'm going to figure out what's going on with Sam and Dean. Plus those passengers. Where were they this entire time? I can't figure it out."
"Do what you have'da do. After I'm done in New York, I'm going home."
"Any leads on Tamera?"
"A demon. But, I'll figure things out. I'll call you tomorrow. Take care honey."
"You too, tell Daryl I said hi. Bye."
"Bye."
After Prue hung up, her tiredness was gone. It was only 4:35 pm. It was happy hour in the bars. She decided to go for a drink. New York was full of restaurants, she'll catch dinner there. After her shower, and after fixing her hair and makeup, plus changing into nice clothes, she left Olivia's apartment. She was familiar with the subway systems and routes, she decided to hit the trendy SoHo neighbourhood. She used to hit the bars every weekend during her junior year at NYU, and after she graduated, started looking at apartments in New York. It is expensive to live here though. Even with roommates. As she rode the subway, she immediately felt calm around the familiar sights. The dirty floor of the subway train, the grouchy commuters, the lights going by the windows, but also the diversity of the people here. The sights, the culture, the heart. Here, no one bothered her. The more she stayed in New York, the less she wanted to leave. Piper was already planning to move. She knew Phoebe and Paige won't be happy, but they all had to go their separate ways eventually. As for the manor, someone had to keep guard of the Nexus. She thought about her dreams. Every dream ended the same, the manor is destroyed. The world is going to end. She wondered when it will happen. The last time she talked to Gadreel, he said Heaven is preparing for war. He kissed Prue goodbye, and told her to be careful. Feeling her eyes tear up, she quickly shoved those feelings down. She couldn't be selfish. Seeing her stop, she got out when the train stopped.
After getting out of the subway, she walked towards the SoHo district. Prue wasn't planning on eating anywhere specific, but there was a new bar that caught her eye.
'Copper Squirrel?' Odd name. The bar had a squirrel holding up a pint of beer wearing a bowler hat leaning backwards, insinuating the character was drunk. A sign like that was definitely eye catching. She went in.
The bar was busy. Of course it was happy hour, plus judging from the men in the place, it was clearly sports night. New York's Knicks must be playing, there were sports logos everywhere. The bar was packed, so she sat in a booth in the back.
After taking her order, the waitress walks away, but not before giving Prue a complimentary free beer. Prue thanked her and took out her phone playing a random game. She lost herself in the game till her food came. She ate her boneless buffalo chicken tenders and her onion rings, plus the drink someone sent her. Her favorite martini. She looked around, every guy was focused on the TVs and cheering when the Knicks made a shot. Disappointed, she was hoping to catch a glimpse. She and Gadreel were most likely over, but that didn't mean Prue wasn't about to turn down a cute guy.
"Would you like another?" The bartender asked the guy sitting in one of the corner bar stools.
"No, I'm good."
"Did you want me to tell the young woman who you are before you go?"..
"No, I rather keep this private."
"Alright. Have a good night."
After the guy pays him, plus gave him a generous tip, he leaves. The bartender was wondering who he was. He clearly had a thing for the young woman sitting in the back, he kept sneaking glances. Once he left, the bartender saw her face. Oh man. He instantly recognized her. That was the woman the angel that was possessing him was dating. Prue.
Once Prue finishes polishing off her food, she gestured to the waitress for the check. Before Prue's waitress comes over, he tells her that her meal was on him. But made sure to keep it a secret. She nods. Prue looked surprised, but thanked the waitress, than tipped her generously. The bartender watched her walk out. He was usually asleep when Gadreel was possessing him, but whenever the angel was talking to Heaven, his vessel "woke up" to see what was going on. He knew Prue was special. Too bad he was too shy.
Castiel yawns as he and Sam were looking at the articles about the dead cops. Castiel knew immediately what was going on, an angel was behind it. He heard from Anna that many of Heaven's weapons were missing. Heaven's Weapon Vault Keeper, Virgil was currently on Earth searching for the weapons. Lot's Salt, a crystal used to destroy humans. Last used by Naomi to destroy Astoroth, who was directly responsible for destroying Sodom and Gomorrah for petty reasons. After she turned into a pillar of salt, her body was then destroyed by a stray meteor. She was featured in the Bible. She was credited as Lot's wife, but she was actually an evil witch. She was chasing Lot, who she wanted to sacrifice for her next revenge, for cheating on her.
The Staff of Moses was another one that was missing. Used by Castiel personally during Exodus. At the time, he blindly followed Heaven's orders and carried out the plagues, without question; that he regretted since. Since living on Earth and meeting Sam and Dean plus living fully as a human, he felt guilt over the senseless deaths of those innocent humans lives that were lost over the centuries, a sacrifice made by angels. Uriel was directly responsible for wiping out whole towns, whose names were mostly lost by history. One of the most famous was the village of Lake Anjikuni, Northwest Territories. (Now known as Nunavut) The whole human settlement was taken by him and relocated somewhere else with their memories erased. Only because every villager was a angel vessel. Those angels were the same ones that took the Roanoke Colony. They were running from Heaven. Balthazar was hiding among them, but ran before Uriel came. The humans were relocated but starved to death in the island Uriel sent them too.
Fate-Killing Blade. Created by a mystery welder. Virgil didn't create it, neither did any angel. Castiel wondered if it was God. Fate controlled human Fates, but who controlled the angels? Heaven has rules all angels follow, no questions asked. Castiel wondered about it. Plus Naomi. She knows more than she's telling. Naomi was one of the oldest angels, but other than Michael and Raphael, little is known about her.
The archangel's weapons were lost. Almost every angel had their swords, except a few. Anna was one of Heaven's Lieutenants, but had no true vessel. She fell to Earth, willingly. She escaped when Uriel wasn't looking. So far, he left her alone, no idea why. Dean, and Sam were Michael's and Lucifer's true vessels. But neither needed to take them. For now. When the time comes, both may be needed to fight.
Michael's Lance, Gabriel's Horn, Lucifer's ? (Castiel had no clue what his weapon was), and Raphael's Healing Kit. All were lost. Cas wondered, they disappeared around the time Balthazar "died." The Weapon Vault was unguarded during and after the War. Balthazar had time to take those Weapons and run. But why? That is what Cas is going to find out.
Sam and Gwen were standing in the doorway of Darrel Birch, father of Christopher Birch, who was murdered by the three cops. The name they got from Ed Colfax. The officer was acting bizarre. Scratching faces of his photos, mumbling random stuff, then complaining about a itchy head. Gwen shuddered at the memory of those locusts. Sam seemed unfazed, he didn't even flinch.
Gwen was just a young girl, but she remembered her cousin Daniel. Growing up the Campbell's household, everyone hunted. Even Daniel. Daniel was reportedly thrown out by Samuel for rejecting the hunter lifestyle. Which may be true, he hated hunting. He never complained to anyone except to Gwen. He said he left home because he wanted to protect Mary, his little sister. Gwen asked why he couldn't stay, Daniel said that it was complicated. He treated Gwen as his sister, better than Christian, who only wanted to hunt.
He never complained, not even during rough hunts. One of Gwen's earliest hunts was about a ''Kappa." A rare fairy like creature known only to Japan. Most were considered solitary creatures, although they occasionally were seen among humans. This kappa was a rouge fairy. According to the lore Daniel looked up, they were believed to be mischievous, like most fairies, but if one spends too much time among evil, it becomes dark.
This fairy was targeting innocent children. It lured young children into a pond, than once the children were near, they drowned when the Kappa pulled them in. Gwen and her dad along with Daniel and Christian were ordered to come along. It was time for their training. Daniel was already a grown man, Christian and Gwen young kids. Gwen was the bait, with Daniel fighting with Christian and their dad about using his baby sister and daughter.
They waited till everyone left, so they can capture and kill the creature. It was a beautiful afternoon, all four were pretending to be a young family having a picnic. It was Gwen that saw the creature. She was only nine. She saw a old Asian man wearing a old robe with a brimmed hat. He was gesturing to her with the fan he was carrying.
The fan was beautiful, it was made out of flowers and sparkled like the pond in sunlight. Gwen was memorized. Forgetting her training, she followed the old man to the pond, hoping to hold that beautiful fan he was holding. Before she got to the water's surface, Daniel grabbed her. Just in time, that creature that appeared was wearing the old man's clothes, but it had a lizard like appearance. It hissed at Daniel when It saw him.
It was killed when Daniel and Christian grabbed the fan and the creature and dragged it onto the shore, hoping to destroy it. It source of power came from the water in It's head. Daniel held the creature as Christian and Gwen's dad, broke the skull open and drained the water from it's head. The creature than withered and died. They threw the creature's body in the pond, and destroyed the fan, even though Gwen begged to keep it.
As Gwen and Christian got older, Daniel left for good before his parents and sister came. Gwen asked him why he couldn't stay, he said he needed to be somewhere else. He hugged Gwen and promised her he'll always be careful. Gwen never saw him again, not until before he died from lung cancer. His family never knew. Not even his nephews. He wrote over the the years, with Daniel asking about Mary and her boys. He never visited once, not even when his parents died. But according to her uncle, he was seen at Mary's funeral. He was hugging John Winchester. The boys were too young to remember him, but according to Moishe, he was holding baby Sam and cooing. Four year old Dean was busy being held by John's best friend, Pastor Jim Murphy. Gwen and Christian couldn't come, they were hunting with their parents on a case.
It was before Daniel died that Gwen saw him again. Christian showed up, so did their cousins, Mark and Johnny. Daniel was sick. He was a great hunter, but couldn't defeat cancer. He joked that cancer was the one thing he couldn't kill. Before he died, he instructed Christian and Gwen to contact his lawyer. He wanted his house and all of his belongings to leave to his nephews. Gwen teared up, with Daniel saying it was time to see Mary again. He swore he seen Deanna, he said his mom was waiting for him. He passed away a week later. All four gave him a hunter's funeral.
Gwen stared at Sam. He reminded her so much of Daniel. His height was about the same, same with his eyes. But the resemblance ended there. He was her cousin, but he creeped her out. He was cold. Nothing like his uncle. When he first met Gwen, his eyes were blank. He reminded her of a mannequin. She swore she saw Dean, but no way that was him. He was too well dressed. Plus his eyes glowed. She knew right away he was an angel.
As they waited for the door to open, Gwen tried to start a conversation with Sam who seemed cold and withdrawn. He was polite enough, but his eyes were blank. Like he was missing something. When the father opened the door, both Sam and Gwen showed their fake FBI badges.
"FBI, Agent Kelly. This is my partner, Agent McKee." Sam says, introducing himself and Gwen. "May we come in?"
"Is this about Christopher?" Mr Birch said tiredly.
"Yes." Gwen said truthfully.
"Come in."
As they walked in, Gwen noticed a twelve year old boy standing in a doorframe. Gwen smiled at him, with the boy giving a shy smile back then walking away. Sam immediately started asking questions.
"Quite the collection you got there." Sam says, nodding towards the newspaper clippings. "Listen. We know the truth. Christopher, those cops planted the gun on him. He was set up."
Darrel nods.
"Yeah. And they're getting theirs."
Gwen sharply turns her head towards Sam with his next statement.
"And who's the one giving them Darrel?" Sam says in a accusing tone.
"Darrel? Did you kill those cops? Vigilante justice is illegal. However, it will be hard to prove with those deaths." Gwen says.
Darrel looked offended. He admitted, he felt cheated. Those dirty cops were dicks. If they weren't harassing Darrel, they were harassing him. Especially the two older cops. So many times he was pulled over for random checks. Getting harassed for suspicious behavior. He always refused to back down. He took it, but when Christopher died, he knew it was bull. But justice never came. Even with two of them dying, it wasn't justice. He wanted them to pay. With a conviction. He was already planning a wrongful death suit. But with the FBI knocking on his door, he thought Christopher was finally getting justice. But what the tall agent with the shaggy hair was saying? HE was a suspect? What about his son?
"Me? You think I did this?"
"How are you doing this Darrel? Making deals? Ten years will pass by in a flash. You'll never see your son again." Gwen says. She hated crossroads demons. Before the angels, no one knew how to kill demons. Thankfully, she knew how to exorcise demons.
"Hey! Leave him alone!" A young voice says.
Young Aaron was terrified when those agents showed up. That cop he killed, the guy with the locusts, he made sure to make him suffer. The other two got off easy. He was talking to Chris's girlfriend. She said Ed Colfax was harassing her. He was bragging that Chris 'got what he deserved.' She was always afraid of driving alone, Ed didn't stop at threats. He occasionally did things to her and her friends. Asshole was always stopping her at random stops, always "searching" for things, threatening her with arrests. It was when his father got more withdrawn and obsessed, that Aaron needed justice. Not just for Chris, but for Dad.
Growing up, before his mom died. All four went to church. He was just five when she died. But he remembered her smile. She always said to pray. The power of prayer is powerful. No matter who you pray to, an angel is always listening. But after she got sick, Aaron got angry, but not as much as his dad. Christopher withdrew onto himself. He thought church was bullshit. Aaron still had faith. He prayed that his mom was in Heaven.
Christopher had to drop plans to go to college. Their mom's medical bills were too high. They were in danger of losing their house. Luckily their dad made a decent wage as a college professor, and they were able to keep their home. He pressured Christopher to go to college but Christopher said later. It was always later. Then last month, he was shot and killed for no reason. Poor Darryl withdrew onto himself. He started collecting newspaper clippings of those three cops. Before that, it was Christopher's murder. It wasn't even front page news. It was just a small blip on the crime section on page 5. Racism was rampant in this town. Seeing his dad crying at the news that there would be no investigation in Christopher's death, Aaron felt guilt. He prayed. He prayed for days. Then an angel answered.
Frustrated that there was no answer, he went to bed. He dreamed he was in a mansion.
"Aaron Birch. I been expecting you."
When Aaron turned around, he saw a sharply dressed blond man holding a martini.
"Who are you?" Aaron asked. Nervous and frightened. "Ho..How did I get here?'' He was terrified.
"Relax. This is just a dream. You prayed, I answered."
Aaron was incredulous.
"You're an angel? Where's your rings? Your halo?"
The man chuckled.
"This is the twenty first century. I hadn't wore either since I was a cherub. You prayed, I answered. It's about Christopher right?"
"Yea. What's it's to you?"
"You want revenge. For your father, for Christopher. I can give you what you want."
"I want Chris back. My mom too."
The guy shakes his head regretfully.
"I have many powers. But Fate, she won't like it. I can't bring back the dead. But, I can offer you the next best thing. A weapon. Here." A wooden stick appears in his hand.
Aaron just stares at it. A stick? What good is a stick?
"What am I supposed to do with that? Those cops will harass Dad. Plus Aisha." Aaron was worried about both. Especially his dad. Aisha and Christopher were discussing getting married. Aisha would be okay, she was always a strong woman. But his dad, he stopped being himself. He talked about nothing but getting justice.
"That stick is powerful. But the proper name is a staff. You heard of Exodus? This thing was directly responsible for Moses leaving Egypt."
"Moses? The bible story Moses? That was real?" Aaron was fascinated. He always loved that story, about the Israelites being freed. Reminded him of the stories his Grandma always told him about the Underground Railroad. That the escape from Egypt was a lesson that God hated slavery. He punished the Pharaoh and his soldiers for enslaving the Israelites. The plagues of Egypt, plus the river parting.
"Technically it was my best friend that performed the miracles, but he carried that staff. Aaron, if you want to punish those cops, you can use that weapon."
"Really?'' What was the catch? He was young, but wasn't stupid.
"Yeah. It isn't cheap. Heaven has a pretty hefty price tag. But for you, I can give you a deal.''
Aaron knew it. But he was just a kid. He was saving up for a new bike, but revenge for Chris would be better.
''I only have thirty three dollars. Plus my grandpa's watch." He didn't want to sell that watch, but whatever it takes to bring justice.
The blond angel laughed.
"I'm afraid it's not cash. The watch is nice, I admit it. But that's not what I want. You see, what is the most valuable currency there is. Oh yeah souls. Aaron. I'll give you that staff, but only if you sell me your soul."
His soul? Souls weren't real.
''Okay."
''Okay? Just like that? Think long and hard. Once that ink is signed, there's no going back."
''I don't care. It's for Chris."
"Alrighty. All you need to do is shake on it. Usually it comes with a kiss, but you are way too young."
They shake hands. Aaron felt weird afterwards. Like he had pressure inside of him. Like he was stamped. The staff was then given to him.
"Here you go, paid in full. Unlike crossroads, you don't get a measly ten years. You can live out the rest of your life. Get married, travel the world, become a great grandfather."
"How do I use it?" Aaron asked. He felt the power. He was scared, but excited.
"Just point the weapon towards the cops. But. Only to them. Don't use it other than that. It's powerful, but there is a limit."
"What is it?"
"Time to get up. You have school tomorrow."
Aaron woke up when his dad called for him to eat breakfast. He woke up and saw the weapon in his hand. He knew his prayers were answered. He couldn't wait. After he ate, he walked to school. It was days before he saw one of Chris's murderers. He was speaking at Aaron's school about community safety. Aaron was getting angry at hearing him talk. He was telling everyone that to stay out of trouble. He asked the teacher to go to the bathroom. Then pretending to use the washroom, he took the stick and snuck back to the auditorium and waited till the coast was clear. When no one was around, he pointed the stick at the cop.
"Water into blood."
He had no idea what that meant. The angel told him that blood water was poisonous. That cop needed to drink water sometime. Then later that night, the cop was liquidfied.
He tried not to smile as his dad read that article. It was declared a accident. He found out in science class that the human body was made out of water. When the cop "melted" he knew Christopher's revenge was starting.
Then the second cop. Aaron knew exactly where he would be. Right after getting his pop at the Gas and Sip, he would drive to the speed trap just down the road and clock speeders. Luckily Aaron knew where he would be parked. He waited till the weekend.
"Boils."
Then he watched with fascination as he was covered in boils and bumps. When he suffocated, Aaron left the area. He felt some guilt, but pushed it down.
Ed Colfax. Aaron made sure he got the worst of it. He waited till today. Out of the three, Ed was the worst. He went out of his way to harass Christopher and Aisha. Plus he knew Christopher. They used to be classmates in high school. He wanted Ed to suffer. He refused to use the firstborn curse. But he used something better.
"Locusts."
He had no idea what that meant, but when the FBI showed up amd started accusing his dad about Ed Colfax, he needed to protect him.
"Stop!" Aaron was trembling as he held on that stick. He didn't want to hurt the FBI agents, especially the woman, but he needed to protect his dad
Darrel seeing his son trembling holding on to a odd stick worried him.
"Aaron! What are you doing! Get out of here!"
Aaron didn't listen. He was sure he was going to be arrested for killing those cops. The woman was looking at him worried, while the tall guy was giving him a blank stare. Before he can do anything else, a man with a trench coat walked in. Mr Birch looked annoyed.
"Who are you? You can't just walk inside here?!"
Castiel speaks. Seeing the staff, he knew what was going on.
"The Staff of Moses. Where did you get it?"
Aaron was shaking.
"I bought it."
"That weapon is dangerous. Aaron, who sold it to you?" Castiel asked. No human alive should carry it. Only one man ever did. Moses. Only because God commanded it. Any weapons created by Heaven should never fall into human's hands. The Rod of Aaron was another one, however that was lost centuries ago.
"You'll never believe me."
"Try us." Sam said coldly.
"An angel."
"An angel? Aaron go to your room."
"But..."
"Now Aaron." Mr Birch said sternly.
Aaron reluctantly leaves. After he leaves, Castiel turns towards Darrel.
"Darrel. It's important that we talk to your son."
Darrel smiles. When his eyes glowed, Gwen knew they were screwed.
"Thank you Castiel. You helped me find one of the weapons. Don't worry. The kid won't suffer long."
All three get ready to fight. Virgil smiles as he faced the two humans, plus a now human Castiel.
''C'mon. Are you willing to kill this man?" Seeing Castiel's angel blade. "Darrel prayed for justice. I answered, he said yes. Kill me, you kill him. It's your choice."
Castiel knew about Virgil's reputation. He wasn't as well known to any angel, except to Raphael. He was a Healer, but was in charge of the Soldiers. Michael was a General, but Raphael was the strategist. When he left Heaven, Naomi took over. She was a fair leader, but couldn't handle the angels rebellion. Now with Heaven in chaos, due to the panic of Creation ending, everything was in danger of collapsing. Castiel knew it was a matter of time before The End. He hoped Michael and the other archangels found a solution.
Gwen was putting up a fight. Virgil wasn't just putting up a fight, he was aggressively going to kill them. When he pulled out a gun, Gwen knew they were dead. Luckily, Sam drew a anti angel sigil, he sent Virgil away.
Virgil shouts as he disappears. Castiel was worried. He knew Virgil's reputation. He will kill any human that stands in his way, including Aaron. He hated to say it, Mr Birch was already dead. The last time Virgil possessed a human, it was during the Chicago Fires in 1871. He was possessing a farmer, who was desperate to save his farm. However, Virgil was really there searching for a demon. He believed a demon was there to trade for one of Heaven's weapons, the Lance of Michael. He burned down the city, hoping to draw out the demon. The reapers that were sent there, stayed out of Virgil's way as he had a reputation for being ruthless at his job. The farmer died during the fires.
"Sam, we need to go now."
"And Aaron?" Gwen asks. She knew about angels, but heard from Sam how heartless they are around humans.
"We take him with us. We need to hide him. My car is outside. We have to keep moving, if Virgil finds us, we are dead." All three leave with Sam holding young Aaron.
Prue was trying to have fun. She was wearing a black gown she bought from a retro store in SoHo. Her hair was styled in a old fashioned hairstyle, a lá Jackie Kennedy. She was even wearing a pearl necklace. The music playing was old school. Big bands, with jazz music playing.
The grand opening of Sing Sing's recently opened museum was going good, everyone was fascinated by the prison's rich history. Prue was trying to have a good time, but she was too depressed about everything. Last night was the worst. Everyone and everything was gone. She couldn't sense life, none in Heaven, Earth, Underworld, or even Hell. She was the last survivor. She killed herself in her dream. The last thing she did before plunging the knife into her chest was shouting curses at God. She woke up when the knife went inside her rib cage.
"Having a good time?" A friendly guy asked while holding a champagne.
"I'm fine." Prue lied. That dream was fresh. The moment she got up, she called her sisters and told them about her dream. Phoebe was worried. She dreamt the same thing. Piper was pissed, but she said she had a mission, to find Samuel Campbell. She said he knew exactly where Sam went. Paige wasn't home, she was searching for a certain angel.
"Would you like to dance?"
Prue was going to say no, but she changed her mind.
"Sure."
Prue tried to have a good time, the guy, named Marcus, was a good looking guy, plus was charming, but even with all that, Prue wasn't interested. She was polite to him and thanked him for the dance. She excused herself and went to the public washroom to freshen up. As she was washing her hands, she breathed out cold air. Right away she knew she wasn't alone.
The bored guard was working as security. He wanted to be a guest, but couldn't afford tickets to the grand opening. To compensate, he agreed to work as security to the swanky event. He wanted to forget about his wife. She was having a affair with the mailman, not even bothering to hide it. Despite that, he still loved her. He was hoping to take her here, to prove he was trying to keep a roof over her head in the swanky Queen's district in New York. He sighed when a attractive redhead bumped into him.
"Oof! Oh sorry!" The woman said giggling.
"That's okay." When she looked up, he was struck on how beautiful she was. She was looking at him with a doe eyed expression.
"I'm so clumsy! Excuse me."
"It's fine. Are you okay?"
"Yes." The woman giggled. Sean couldn't help but to be attracted to her. She was trying not to blush. Sean was flattered. He wasn't used to women being shy around him.
Trying not to drop her champagne glass, she introduced herself.
"Hi. I'm Charon."
"Sean."
"I couldn't help but notice you from across the room. God that sounds cheesy. Must be the champagne. Would you like to dance?"
Sean was flattered. Unfortunately he was still on the clock. His boss was a guest at the party, and he would fire Sean if he seen him slacking off.
''I'm sorry. I'm still on duty." Dammit. She was trying not to look at him while blushing. Sean wished he wasn't working, it's been a long time since he'a been with a woman. Even being married, he and his wife slept in separate bedrooms. Before tonight, he was going to give his wife a ultimatum. Either she stops her affair, or he quits his guard job at Sing Sing. If she agrees, he was going to push his wife for marriage counseling. As Charon was staring up at him, he wondered. Francine wasn't the only woman out there. Charon was still holding him. Even while drunk, she wanted him. He could tell, her perfume was intoxicating. Hmm. Maybe showing Francine what she was missing would push her. He had no intentions of cheating, but maybe a dance could make her jealous. She was here, she was dancing with her affair partner. He checked the time. It was time for his break.
"Actually, I changed my mind. I love to dance."
Prue hurried out of the washroom. She was a Charmed One, and fought evil on a daily basis, but what she felt in that room, it was clearly watching her. Prue felt uneasy. She left the washroom and returned to the party.
Charon smiled at Sean's jokes. She saw his wife, she was glaring at them. She smirked and held him closer. She saw the witch. Her collection was cleaned out, but no matter. Prue Halliwell will make a fine prize. Those souls she had were gone, but soul of a Charmed One will fetch her a nice sum. She loved collecting, but the end of existence was coming. She needed more power. Luckily the annual soul auction was coming up, once she gets Prue, she can possess her empty body and get her other sisters. Then once she gets all four, get the half breed half angel. Jack Kline would make a perfect vessel for her to hide in. With the souls of the sisters, she can hide her demonic soul from angels. Eden would make a good place to live. The guardian would allow her to live there, just as long as she stayed in Jack's body. But first, manipulate Jackson Ward.
The ghost of Jackson Ward was getting impatient. He's been stuck in Sing Sing's prison since he was executed in 1963. He was waiting for revenge. Most of the people that convicted him were dead, and time was running out. Since he couldn't kill them, their children and grandchildren were alive and well. Killing them would be a good revenge, especially for Judge Renault. The guy who sentenced him to death. He was old now. Living his twilight years in a luxurious senior rest home. Once he kills his entire family, he was going to kill the judge.
He met the demon after he was executed. He refused to let the reaper take him away. He was a atheist, he stopped believing in God years ago. His father beatings told him that. Once his heart stopped, he was surprised to move. He was happy, until he realized he was dead. His body being taken away by the guards.
He refused to go with the reaper. The reaper, holding up the stopwatch warned him that he'll go insane. Jackson refused. He knew where he was going to end up, killing his father and mom when he was fourteen. His father for abusing him, and his mom never protecting him growing up. Then a few years later, accidentally shooting that gas station attendant while robbing the store. After that, it was the taxi driver. Then his girlfriend. He believed she was cheating. Too bad she was a daughter of the Chief of Police. He immediately arrested him, and after a travesty of a trail was sentenced to death. He shouted out his last words, he'll be back. Thankfully he gave a lock of hair to one of his prison length pals. She promised him to hide it. She threw it into the middle of the Atlantic. That way, he can never die.
It was his cellmate that told him about immortality. Jackson laughed at first, till he told him he was a Satanist. He said he's been talking to the devil. Jackson didn't believe him, not until he saw the guard. Jackson admittedly was scared. He seen and conversed with the worst of the worst in prison. But that guard, he wasn't human. The guard's black eyes worried Jackson. He told him just as long as a part of him was alive, he can stay alive, even when executed. He then shook Jackson's hand. His cellmate was murdered by another prisoner, he throat was cut with a sharp object. Jackson later found out it was the demon Meg that did that. She was under orders to find Charon that escaped Hell, same with a few others. She used that man's blood to talk to her boss, the demon Crowley. He was chief of soul collecting. A week before Jackson died, he married a homely woman in a telephone ceremony. Thankfully, they never consummated their marriage. She took his hair and put in her locket. Then before he died, she shouted through the glass that she did what he told her. Before he was executed, he told the room, he'll be back. That is when he met Charon.
The demon was waiting for Jackson. She wanted his cellmate, but he was already taken away by his reaper. After Jackson's reaper left, she offered a deal. Avoid Hell, just as long as he does what she asked. Collect souls of innocents. He agreed. But argued he wanted revenge on the people that wronged him. She agreed.
As a ghost he was limited on what to do. He needed time to figure out how to use his ghostly powers. After his body was cremated, he got weaker. Thankfully, his hair was lost in the ocean. Otherwise he was in the Basement, burning for eternity. It took him decades on what to do. But he mastered the last part. Possession. But since his body was gone, he couldn't possess a living body. He needed a dead body. He was holding his button. The last thing he wore before he died. Fools had his prison uniform on display. Just as long as he had the means to escape the prison, he can go anywhere, unlike other ghosts that were limited where they went. Charon showed him many ghostly loopholes.
"So where did you learn all that?" Jackson asked after thirty years. They were practicing his ghostly powers.
"Back in the day. I used to be a witch. Until I went darkside. It around the fourteenth century. Like you I desired revenge."
"What happened? Someone stole your wand?"
"My children were murdered by witch hunters."
"Sorry to hear that."
"Thankfully, my youngest got away. I prayed for justice, and a demon named Astaroth appeared. She offered me a deal. Ten years, plus me becoming a powerful witch. After I killed those witch hunters, I started a coven. My first member was a woman named Olivette. She was a natural born witch, like myself. We recruited more members and practiced magic in secret. Before I died, and went to Hell, I checked up on my daughter, Abigail. She was married and had children. One of them had a daughter named Ruth. She became evil and almost got her hand on Melinda Warren. The most powerful witch of all time. Other than the First."
"Like grandma and granddaughter." Jackson smirked. "So did you meet in Hell?"
Charon gave him a dirty look.
"Yes. She's still down there, along with those witch hunters. She told me about The Charmed Ones. With those souls, I can be powerful. So can you if you help me."
"Why not. I need to hurry. My murderers are dying. Do you want those souls, or just the witches."
"Why not both? Once you get your revenge, your debt is paid."
"How do I know you won't stab me in the back?"
"I have better things to do. Go. Once I find you a suitable body, you can escape from here. Unlike other ghosts, you can move freely. Just as long as you stay in the New York area."
So they waited. It was another fifty years before Charon thought Jackson was ready. She had no intention of keeping her promise. Once she got what she wanted, Jackson was on his own. God can deal with him. She recognized Prue. Unlike her demon colleagues, she was smart. Once she gets Prue, and her sisters, she was going to find Jack Kline. Lucifer will never find him. Her and Jack can hide in Eden till God leaves. Then they can start a new world. A world of evil. Hell will be a picnic compared on what she planned. As she danced with Sean, she was planning on stopping his heart. A heart attack is believable. Luckily, she knew how.
Prue was sipping her champagne bored. She couldn't wait to get out of here. Unfortunately her train won't arrive for a few more hours. She checked the clock. 8:32? That's it? Ugh. As she watched the party, one couple caught her eye. It was one of the security guards. He was dancing with a attractive redhead. They were smiling and dancing, but when she saw her black eyes, Prue dropped her champagne. Shit. Unfortunately, before she could do anything, the demon left, but not before the guard collapsed clutching his chest.
Charon left before Prue exorcised her. She was alone, but she didn't want to capture Prue. Not yet. She left in a hurry.
Prue watched helplessly as the party guests tried desperately to give him CPR. The demon left, but not before Prue saw the ghost of Jackson Ward. He was going inside of the guard's body. She couldn't use her powers, or call for help. She had no choice but to wait.
Castiel watched as the boy slept. Anael already marked his ribs, same with Gwen. They were safe for now. It wouldn't be long, Virgil would find them. He was one of the best bounty hunters of Heaven. He didn't care about Anna, but he always knew where she was. He refused to have her executed on Uriel's orders. All Virgil cared about was his duties. As long as the weapons were out there, humans were in danger.
He looked at Sam, he seemed different. When he asked about Dean, Sam said he was sure he was safe and sound with his fiancee. Gwen also wondered about it. She asked about Piper. Sam said he wanted to solve this case first. Young Aaron was sleeping. Anael put him in a deep sleep. She couldn't stay, she said she had a case of her own.
Castiel needed to figure out what to do about Aaron. Who the angel was. He had a technique, but since he was human, he couldn't look in his soul.
Anna was in Europe with Anael looking for a rift. It was opened a few years ago and never closed. The human Paige never said exactly where it was, but according to the grace they were sensing, it was somewhere in Turkey. Michael had ordered a few angels to guard it. Uriel being one of them. Anna wasn't looking forward to seeing Uriel again, but she needed to see where this thing went.
"Anael, what did Castiel want?"
"To protect a Winchester and two humans from Virgil."
"Virgil? Shit. I met Virgil once. He ordered me to keep an eye on the Vault when I was young. Of course when I got back, he yelled at me for not keeping an eye on it and a few weapons were taken."
Anna scoffed.
"I know Virgil well. He was a good strategist during the War, but should have locked it up. You were just a teenager. I'm not surprised he's on Earth. But until the weapons are found, he is dangerous."
"I could tell. Right now Castiel is in hiding, along with his humans. We need to get rid of Virgil. But how?"
"I have a idea. But I need you to talk to Uriel."
"Why Uriel?"
"He knows Virgil is in the running to be Heaven's Lieutenant. I won't come back to my old position.''
"But why? I thought you want to be an angel again?"
"I do. But not as mindless drone. I want to help protect the humans this time. Other than Castiel and Hannah, no one wants to do it. They think humans are trash."
"Then where is your grace?"
"Close by. I can sense it. One of the angels has it."
"Do you know who?"
"No."
They fly to Turkey.
Jack was listening to his orders. It was almost time. The Occultum wasn't in this world, but another. It was in Apocalypse World. Billie warned him it was almost time for that world to be destroyed. Once he crossed over, he wasn't coming back. He hesitated to tell his family. Right now Michael was away searching for a piece of the God Tablet. Rumors was a piece of it was here. But hidden. Jack had his piece, but it was well guarded where he hid it. Away from angels, demons, and any living creature. He didn't know what It was. Neither than the Archangels. Too bad the Akashic Records were destroyed. The museum in San Francisco had the second half. According to the ancient mystics, it has the location of every future event. Especially the location of every piece of the God Tablet. It was a young man named Eric Bragg that destroyed it. Jack agreed with him that thing was meant to be destroyed. No human, angel or demon should know what Its contents contained. Jack asked Raphael who the Author was, and he said he didn't know. Jack wondered if it was God that wrote it.
He already talked to Michael. Not his uncle Michael, but the one from a dead world. The only human left alive from that world was Tony Alvarez. Before he crossed over, he said Lucifer kept him alive only to read the three Tablets. He said his world was already destroyed, Lucifer killed it. He said Lucifer was sorry about his mistake. He gave him his piece of the Tablet, plus a crystal. He said this crystal was meant to be given to his counterpart. Jack looked inside it and saw the souls of Castiel, Sam and Dean. They were inside, asleep. Jack knew it was meant to be part of a soul bomb. But he hesitated on using it. They were family. He hid it, along with the two pieces. Michael declined to stay, he said he was going to die with his brothers. But he shook hands with Jack and took Jack's cell with him. He wanted to show Jack's picture to his brothers. He told Jack to be careful, and to not trust blindly in Death. He said the Billie of his world was stubborn. She followed a strict rule, refusing to see alternative plans. It was her that advised Michael against answering Dean's prayers. Now he regretted it. He said goodbye and disappeared. Jack knew he was dead. The light changed from red to gold. Jack knew he had to make a decision. He wondered how much time he had left.