The Creator felt nothing as He destroyed the dead world. It was nothing. All life was extinct, including Hell and Heaven. Every soul was cleaned out by Billie, then Himself, years ago. The only ones alive were His sons. He heard Lucifer's and Michael's prayers, begging for forgiveness. He forgave them, then destroyed it. It was for their own good. It was almost time. He still kept His other worlds, the Third World, The Hard World, Secret World and The First World. He hid the Third World from Billie. He knew She was watching Him, so He created a fake mirror to throw Her off. He then pretended to destroy it. His children were fine. Lucifer, Michael and Amenadiel were arguing. He revealed Himself, then left. He'll be back. He missed His family. Otherwise He wouldn't have sent Chloe to Lucifer.
Other than Apocalypse World, the other three were okay. The Hard World was still going, it was way too entertaining to destroy it. He was already looking forward to seeing the next century. The mirrors were in place. Apocalypse World He was sorry to let die. Not yet, but soon. Secret World, He wasn't sure yet. Magic World was safe. For now. He needed a vacation sometime. As for the First World, He was almost ready. The pieces were falling into place.
Dean crossed over. He was exhausted from his travels and immediately went to sleep in a random motel. He woke up a few hours later from a phone call from Christian. He said Bela and Mattie were fine. He said they were on their way to Auckland, New Zealand. Bela already was taking care of Mattie. Good for them. Too bad Ruby couldn't come, Sam killed her. Maybe it was for the best, one Ruby was bad enough, but two? Even though the Ruby he met was alright, she was too risky to stay around. She was too powerful. Michael would have destroyed her.
He yawned as he got up. He wasn't sure where he was, he just threw down some cash and checked in. He was shaving when his phone rang. He ignored it, most likely Christian telling him about a case. He left it on voicemail. But when he heard a familiar voice, he immediately ran to answer it.
"Hello?"
"Dean! It's Ellie."
"Hey Ellie! What's up?"
"Your car is fixed. I sent it to San Francisco. I tried calling Sam, but there was no answer. Where are you?"
Dean looked around. He checked his phone book, he was in somewhere in Washington. According to the motel address, he was in Kenosha.
"Kenosha, Wisconsin."
"Damn. That's a long away from home."
"Don't I know it. Ellie, you said you called Sam, when did you last call him?"
"Um, lets see. Three days ago."
"Can you tell me the number?"
After he thanked Ellie, he hung up. He called the cell provider Sam and Dean used pretending to be a police officer looking for a missing person. After that agent told Dean where Sam was, he hung up. So he was back in San Francisco. Piper would be so happy.
Piper was in disbelief on what she saw. She was in the safehouse of the Campbell Family. She met Sam and Dean's grandfather, Samuel Campbell. After a chilly introduction, she was listening to his orders. He was dead. But unlike her mom and grandma, he was truly alive, not a ghost.
"Okay. There is a new case. Innocent men and women were found brutally murdered with their young infants taken."
"Sounds like something for the police." Piper says. Who cares? As much as she should care about missing babies, all she cared about was Sam and Dean's whereabouts. Ever since she seen CNN, she was excited to see Sam again. Good thing Prue told her about Christian Campbell. After they met on that alley, Piper asked Prue where to meet him. She said he'll call her. It was three days when he called her cell.
Piper was in Sacred Meadows talking to Charlie Bradbury, or her new, old name, Celeste Jones. Since Frank "killed" off Charlie, she needed to change her name. She used her real first name, she wanted to keep it since her mom was the one that named her. She saw her mom, Gertrude, on a regular basis. Before she got here, and after her so called death, she went to Lebanon Kansas to see her mom. To say goodbye. Before her death, Charlie read her favorite book The Hobbit.
Charlie didn't cry when the machines were whining when her mom's heart stopped beating. She knew her mom was already gone. Charlie dreamt that her mom was begging to be set free. She was trapped. Before seeing her mom the night before, Charlie took some dream root and immediately became a soldier. Based on what her "mission" was, she was determined to free a trapped prisoner.
The mission was hard, and she was losing. Luckily for her two more people showed up. A cute teenaged girl, and a blonde man. Together all three helped Charlie defeat the monstrous zombies and Nazi soldiers. The girl, named Ann, remarked it was exactly like a old PC game her brother played when they were kids. It was hard, each level was getting harder and harder to beat. It wasn't until Ann disappeared when Charlie confessed it was all her fault her parents died. They were busy looking for Ann, not realizing she was already awake, having being woken up by a British man. He had killed the Djinns that put Ann and Chris to sleep.
It was when Chris, the name he had given her is when Charlie and him found themselves in front of a locked room.
"This room, this is where the prisoners are being kept."
"You sure?"
"Yes. But the final boss is guarding it."
Charlie was afraid. The final boss is someone she dreamt about. Every night these last few weeks, a psychopath holding a chainsaw kept chasing Charlie. He prevented her from saving the trapped prisoner. The prisoner was trapped, but not just a ordinary prisoner, but a VIP. Charlie needed to free her, but she knew it was impossible. The masked man was too strong. It was invisible to all of Charlie's attacks. No bullet, knives or even fire can kill it. The chainsaw kept Charlie away.
Charlie knew she needed to free the prisoner, but once she did, she knew the price will be heavy. She wasn't looking forward to the fight.
"Chris. The Boss is on the other side. Get ready."
Chris shook his head.
"Charlie. This is your game. Only Player One can beat the game. I'm putting down my controller."
Charlie closed her eyes. She helped program this game. She and her college buddies were planning to sell it on a popular game streaming site. Then a week before it was released, she found out they were stealing her codes and going to business for themselves, excluding her. Charlie was annoyed. So she released it online for free. Her ex-friends were so angry, they sent her death threats. Charlie just laughed. They were NEETs. Yeah they were in college, but she knew they were banking on the royalties from selling the game so they can retire and play videogames all day, everyday. Too bad for them, Charlie was the brains.
She said goodbye to Chris who disappeared. She put down her gun. She knew how to defeat the Chainsaw Guy.
She stared at her own face. Her twin said nothing. But Charlie knew why she was guarding the prison prisoner. Her mom, as soon as she was freed, she would die.
Charlie woke up with Chris and Ann gone. She wondered where they went. Seeing the dead djinn on the floor, she knew she had to leave. She wasn't worried about the body, she had her fake FBI badge.
She signed the paperwork. Her mom's soul was inside. Charlie read The Hobbit. As soon as she finished the last line, she said her goodbyes. She swore she saw her mom smile. It was just a slight curl, but Charlie teared up.
"Mom. I'm so sorry! That car accident, it was all my fault!"
Gertrude holds her daughter. They were in the prison. Her mom's hospital room. Charlie felt guilty. Her mom was trapped there for years. If it wasn't for her stubbornness, her mom would have moved on years ago.
"Celeste. It was never your fault. I pushed you to go to that sleepover. You were always in your books. Your father and I were always afraid for you socially. When I saw that note your classmate sent you, I forced you to go. You didn't cause that accident. That drunk driver did. Celeste, its time for me to move on. Your father is waiting."
Charlie grabbed her mom.
"Mom. Thank you. You made me for who I am. Those girls, they played Nintendo with me. It was one of those games that made me go into programming. But it was you that turned me into a nerd."
Both Charlie and her mom laughed. They hugged before Charlie saw the reaper. She looked nice. She was a pretty dark haired woman. She and her mom hugged one last time. She woke up shortly after. Once the funeral was done, with only herself attending, she buried her mom beside her father. She buried the book with her mom. It was her favorite story. She then flew back to Sacred Meadows. She was the new Director. Natalie said she needed to be elsewhere. So far, she felt like she really belonged. She wasn't alone, she was working with Jo Harvelle, assistant director. Too bad she was straight. But Charlie figured she was too busy to date. But she hoped to find love soon.
She was telling Piper about her new job. Piper was half listening, she was waiting for Christian, he said to meet him here. He said he knew the whereabouts of Sam and Dean.
"So when the crazy fangirl, the hippie chick showed up, she was demanding a job. She said the angel that possessed her got her fired. She lost everything, including her van. I felt sorry for her. I hired her as a housekeeper."
"Sure that's wise?" Piper didn't trust her. She was thankfully still glamoured. She still remembered that bullet that went inside her body from the alternate timeline. Whoever that angel was, she was going to thank her. Hopefully that angel knocked some sense into her.
"Believe me. Piper, she became a atheist. She changed her whole personality. That crazy hippie personality, gone. Alice is straight and narrow now. She said that angel cured that mental illness she was suffering from."
Piper snorted.
"That's cheating. Mental illness is different from anything physical. Charlie. Be careful. Once the crazy shows, watch your back.''
"Got it. Every person that walks in goes through a metal detector. Anything illegal, she is canned." Charlie looked up. "Looks like your guest is here."
Piper looked up, that must be Christian Campbell based on Prue's description. He was walking towards the door, and when security stopped him, Piper saw him being searched for weapons. Charlie smirked as he was basically stripped of everything. She called the front desk. The guard then gestured him to stay in the front lobby. He looked bored. Charlie looks at Piper.
"There you go. Piper, as much as I like you, it is time for you to go. I have a new patient coming in. A little boy. A woman named Agent McGee is bringing him in, she said he was being hunted."
"Alright. Be careful Charlie. If Sam or Dean contact you, call me. I can have Paige warp me here.''
"I promise."
As Piper walked out, she saw a young woman wheeling a little boy in a wheelchair. He was unconscious. Seeing her and the hunter Christian talking, she knew they were related. After "Agent McGee" went inside, she greeted Christian.
"Hi. You must be Christian."
"Piper Halliwell? Pleased to meet you. Excuse me while I get my weapons."
As they drove down the highway, Piper was filling Christian in on what his family was working on.
''Missing babies, huh. If the families were brutally murdered, then it isn't human. Can be a demon, but I suspect something else. Vamps maybe. Was their blood drained?"
''No. Just killed in cold blood. There was no scent of sulfur or anything monstrous. Based on what the police is looking for, it may be a serial killer. So far, no suspects. No prints, except for the homeowners."
Christian was deep in thought. He had a new niggling feeling, but he needed more proof. He called Dean. He just finished stealing a car and was on his way here. Based on where he was, it was likely he won't be here for a few days. He was somewhere in Wisconsin. He refused to fly, saying he won't be stuck in another dimension again. He already knew where Sam was, he was staying somewhere in Chinatown in San Francisco.
When Christian, Dean, Bela and Mattie crossed over, they were outside of a small town. Luckily it was just a few miles out. After they all checked in a local motel, they all fell asleep. Bela and Christian woke up first. They left Dean alone, he was exhausted from their travels. After they woke up Mattie, they ate breakfast at the local diner and after they checked out, Bela took Mattie and took a bus to Milwaukee. She and Mattie were flying to New Zealand, first class. She promised to tell Dean and Christian when they landed. She already was in the air, she paid a small fortune to take someone's seat. Christian wished her luck. Hopefully New Zealand's officials didn't take her money. Doubtful, he knew Bela well, she was clever.
Christian wondered what Piper would say when she saw Sam again. Hopefully she doesn't freak out. Sam was different. He never met this world's Sam, but he knew his counterpart. He was a slimy son of a bitch. No offense to Mary, but his world's Sam reported directly to Michael. He was willing to sacrifice everything to Michael's cause, including his family and friends. His cousin Mary knew. She didn't care. She said as a hunter, sacrifices needed to be made. Christian hated her for that statement, but after what Phoebe showed him, he knew why Sam did what he did. They were on a stopwatch. It was a matter of time before they all died. Christian knew it was coming soon. He just hoped everyone succeeded in their plans, even Michael. He just hoped whatever his relatives and their friends were doing was good enough. He already gave the Angel Tablet to the Prophet, Donatello Redfield. He promised to hide it well this time. It was Michael that took the Tablet, but not before asking what Donatello truly desired. Thankfully Donatello didn't play Michael's game, passing his test. Otherwise he would have been killed. Too many people died answering Michael's question.
Lana finishes putting on her makeup. Her latest john was the easiest job she ever had. He was in the next room exercising. They met when he called her in the "discreet" section of the adult personals of The Bay Mirror's website. He refused to have sex with her, instead hired her to touch herself, which she did. Too bad, he was really good looking. He had a boner the entire time, but didn't jerk off. She was hoping they would meet again for a second round. Maybe in her workplace, The Moonlite Bunny Ranch in Nevada. Hearing him stop, she walked out of the bathroom.
"Don't stop on my account." She admired his physique. Damn.
Sam just smiles at her. His smile was slightly cocky, but mysterious at the same time.
"I'm done."
"Damn. Last night, was something else. I, ahem, had a good time."
"Good."
Lana smiles at her client, Vincent. It was most likely fake, no client ever gave her their real names, fearing their wives would find out. She was a professional, guys like him were a dime a dozen. But she was intrigued.
"I see you need to start your day." Seeing Sam staring at her with that sexy expression. "Where did you say where you were going?"
Vincent said nothing. But gave her that same sexy expression.
"Didn't. Anyway. Thanks." As she turned to walk out, Vincent gave her a "ahem." As she turned around, she saw her fee, three hundred bucks. Hell, she would have worked for free for a guy like him.
"Whoops. I almost forgot." She takes the money. "Here. My number, if you want to call me, I'm available. It's my day off. If you want." She hands him her card. She winks at him as she walked out. As she walked outside she saw a cute guy, another one of her clients. What was his name again? Oh yeah, Chet. She winked at him. Hopefully he called her, he actually had sex with her.
Christian pretended not to see Lana. He was embarrassed to be one of her clients. He only lived in this world for a few weeks, but got lonely. He met Lana at a bar, and knew immediately she was a prostitute. He didn't care, in his world, no one judged you. It was 100% legal, same with any drug and alcohol. Crime was rampant, but it was freeing. After they got back to his room, she told him her fee. Christian payed her, than hired her occasionally. He knew he needed to ditch Piper, he needed to report back to his uncle. He brought Piper here to see Sam.
Piper was nervous coming here, she was determined not to use her powers, but will if necessary. She loved Chinatown, but hated the more shady areas, and avoided it since. She still was haunted by the memories of Mark Chao, an innocent ghost that was murdered by criminal Tony Wong. That was when she first got her powers. She and her sisters were too late to save Mark, but as a ghost, he needed to be buried in a traditional Chinese funeral, fearing Yama, a soul ferrying lost souls of Chinese origin to Hell. After assisting Mark, she helped him get justice for his murder. His murderer, Tony Wong was then shot to death by Andy for pointing a gun at the police that came to arrest him for the murder of Mark.
They managed to save Mark from Yama, who then left, satisfied with taking Tony Wong's soul. She wondered what origin It came from. She asked Gabriel, he said he was one of the earliest demons of Hell. He was one of the first humans to walk the Earth. After Lucifer turned him, he became a demon. He was a good General, he almost turned the tables in Lucifer's favor. Even after they lost, Lucifer was so pleased at his role in The War, he gave him his own section of Hell to run. Yama, had no concept of good or evil. He choose any lost souls of Chinese origin to Hell. There, he ruled. Unlike the rest of Hell, none of those souls were allowed to leave, not even after they became demons. There, Yama was King. Piper and her sisters then kept an eye for any deaths of innocent Chinese citizens, hoping to save them from Yama. They managed to bury most of the dead, except for one, he accidentally blew up in a factory explosion. Luckily, his reaper took him before Yama did. The sisters informed other hunters, most went out of their way to do the same thing. They wanted to hunt Yama, but killing him would prove difficult, most weapons or spells can't vanquish him. Same with Lilith and Alistair. They knew they needed to kill both, especially Alistair. He was released back to Hell by Uriel, he said his presence in Heaven was unpleasant, many angels hated him. He was sent back to Hell, Alistair happy to return to his duties, as grand torturer.
As they knocked on room 69, Piper wondered why Christian brought her here. Wasn't there a case? As the door opened, she nearly fainted from the sight. Her fiancee Sam Winchester was standing on the other side.
Christian watched as they embraced. He then left, determined to solve the case of the missing babies. He knew Piper would be fine, she was strong. He knew how much she loved Sam, she talked about him non stop on the drive here. Hopefully, Sam treated her good. He better. He was going back to see his uncle, to figure out their plans to solve this latest case.
Piper and Sam were laying in bed, their clothing on the floor. After Christian left, Sam grabbed her and threw her on the bed. Piper didn't protest, they stripped each other's clothes off and made love on the bed. But not before Sam called for a maid to change the sheets. After an hour, Piper was laying in Sam's arms. She sighed in contentment.
"Sam. Where where you? Why didn't you call?"
"I was on a case. Remember those ninjas? They weren't just after you, they were after that Chris kid. You were right, they were working for someone. A demon."
"Figures. Why are they after Chris?"
"He's a time traveler. Imagine someone with knowledge of the future. Whoever this demon was, he wanted Chris for knowledge. So far, he and that Ann kid are safe. I sent hunters to protect them."
"Why didn't you call?" Piper was glad Sam was okay, but was annoyed that he never called the moment he came back. Chris a time traveler? As if crossing dimensions was weird enough.
"Like I said, I was on a case. I wanted to make sure you were safe. Those ninjas are gone, I killed every one of them. They were after your sister, Prue."
"Prue, why Prue?"
"I don't know. Maybe about that witch hunter. Or that demon."
Piper was immediately suspicious. That case happened two weeks ago. Other than the sisters, no one knew about Prue.
"Sam. How did you know about Prue? I didn't mention her once."
"Christian told me."
"Bull. Why didn't you call?"
"I needed to find Dean. I love you Piper, but you have your sisters. My brother is still out there. I'm sorry." He kisses her forehead when Piper teared up.
She didn't believe Sam, but his explanation about Dean and Christian made sense, but still...
"Hide any secret from me again, you are dead. My powers still work."
Phoebe hung up the phone. Piper called her, said Sam was back. Piper was happy, but Phoebe found it odd Sam never called her. Oh well. He was safe, so was Dean. Jenna called her and was overjoyed Dean was home. He called her from the road. She was flying in from Boston to see Dean. Phoebe was happy. At least her sister and best friend had their loves back. She was dying to know where Sam and Dean were, but not until after they spent time with their girlfriends. She would do the same thing. At the moment she was in Vermont skiing with Drake. He teleported them there. He wanted to take her to the Swiss Alps, but she declined. She wanted to stay in the country just in case her sisters needed her. When they landed on the bottom of the slope, they shared a kiss.
"Mmm. Best week I ever had. Damn. I'm kind of glad I made that deal."
"Your crossroads deal? Why? Nothing is worth Hell."
''You would think so, but my friends were in danger of dying. You see, I was a soldier in the Union during the Civil War. I was drafted by President Lincoln himself."
"President LINCOLN? No way."
"Way. My best friend was Robert, Lincoln's son. Me and him grew up together in the White House. My dad was his secretary."
"Really? What was Lincoln like?"
"Kept to himself a lot. But very nice man. Way classier than the politicians of today. When the war started, Robert was expected to join. I was hesitant, only because I had relatives down south. But when his dad asked me, I immediately said yes. I fought in the war, but I was careful not to kill anyone. Instead, I worked as as a spy, pretending to join the South. It worked, even back then, I was a actor. My accent was spot on.
"What did you do? Sabotage their supplies?" Phoebe asked as they walked towards the cabin.
"Actually yes. I was good, the enemy was getting frustrated on having no food or weapons. They were forced to go back. Unfortunately, the last time I came, my friends were arrested. They were helping me. I wasn't caught, but I knew my friends would be executed. So I made a desperate decision. I summoned a demon. A man named Zack appeared. He agreed to free my friends. Unfortunately, I died a day later. But Zack kept my promise. He said his deal back during the Salem Witch Trails was the same thing. He made a deal to save his sister from being burned. I went to Hell and became a demon. It didn't take me long, Alistair was impressed on how fast I turned, even then, I refused to torture souls."
"You made a sacrifice for your friends. How many demons did the same thing?" Phoebe wondered.
"Not many. In Hell, everyone tortures everyone. The few that don't, we are often imprisoned and tortured. My friend Grab was one of them. I wanted him to come with me, but he died helping a human. Anyway, I don't regret anything. My friends survived the War and went upstairs after dying of old age. I came here to fulfill my earthly desires, meeting you was one of them. Phoebe. I know I just met you, but you are extraordinary. I'm glad I met you."
Phoebe blushes. She was starting to fall for Drake. He wasn't a demon anymore, but a reborn soul. He reminded her of her ex Cole. He could have been good too, instead he chose evil. He disappeared sometime ago and hasn't been seen since. He was a Cambion. Half human, half demon. If he had embraced his human side, the sisters would have bonded his demonic side. Cambions were rare, most were slaughtered by angels by birth. Only one existed in the world, Jesse Turner. He was now a teenager, living in Australia living a normal life. According to Sam and Dean, he wanted to be good. Same with Jack Kline, although both were considered the "Anti-Christ." He allowed his powers to be bonded, he wanted nothing to do with Hell. He was tired of the angels and demons chasing him. He was being raised by a good friend of theirs, the Gypsy Shuvani, Ava Nicolae. She was happy to have a son, as a doctor she couldn't raise a baby, but considered Jesse her child. As a powerful priestess, she can hide Jesse from all evil. The last time they talked to her, she said Jesse was dating. He seemed happy, he dating a former charge of theirs, Tyler Michaels. He was also a orphan, his parents were killed by demons. He was adopted by hunters and moved him to to their home in Australia.
After they sat down sipping hot chocolate, Phoebe's phone rang. Dammit. They just got comfortable.
''Hello?"
"Pheebs. I need your help."
"What is it?"
"There's a demon. But that isn't the only thing. A vengeful spirit is on the loose."
"Great. Did you try to call Paige or Piper?"
"I don't want to bother Piper. Sam and her are making up for lost time."
"Really?! That's great! What about Paige?"
"Paige isn't answering her cell. I tried praying, she isn't answering."
"Remember what the angels did? Heaven is in chaos. All the whitelighters are trapped upstairs. With what's going on, none of them can come down. Leo and the other Elders are barely keeping things in order. Naomi ordered them to guard the entrance. Paige is most likely cut off from Heaven. It will be a matter of time before her whitelighter powers are cut off."
"Dammit. She said she was looking for that Balthazar guy, apparently he has intel on something big. Castiel and Hannah are looking for him, same with Anna and Anael. Anyway, I need help. That ghost is starting to kill people. I need your help. Can you catch a plane to New York?"
"I can do better. Where are you? Okay. Give me thirty minutes."
After Phoebe explained to Drake what's going on, they went back to their hotel room to pack.
"Sorry about ruining our skiing trip."
"No matter. Anytime with you is wonderful. Besides, I am going on my first hunt."
"Careful Drake. Remember you can't use your powers. Even to other demons."
"That's okay. I know Charon. She's is one of the many soul traders of Hell. She isn't alone, Zahn was one of them, same with other demons. They trade souls for rare powers and artifacts. Same with angels. I'm not worth jack shit."
"Don't say that. Drake, you are bound to be upstairs. Not many demons are good like you. Your soul is valuable for both sides."
"Why thank you. Phoebe, once I'm gone I have a friend. Her name is Kyra."
"The Seer? Sorry, but Zankou killed her."
"Actually, he didn't. She saw her fate beforehand. She was in hiding in another world. Purgatory. She was hiding with a vampire named Benny LaFitte. She asked a witch named Rowena McCloud to make a double. She's back on Earth, along with Benny. They escaped Purgatory with the help of The Trader. She is a good woman, but she doesn't belong in Hell or in Purgatory. She has three months left. I need her cured before she dies. Her son is waiting for her up in Heaven."
"Did she make a deal?"
"No. She was killed by a Hellhound. She was protecting her son from a abusive marriage. Her husband was a child abuser. He hit her son, but her husband didn't kill her, a Hellhound did. A witchhunter sent a Hellhound after her baby. He believed her baby was a demon. He wasn't. He was just a gifted child. Like Sam Winchester."
"Azazel. Was he the abusive husband?"
''Maybe. Luckily her baby was safe. He grew up to be a hunter. His name was Samuel Colt."
"Samuel Colt? That Samuel Colt? He was Kyra's son? Holy crap!"
"You heard of him?"
"Who hasn't? Damn. That guy is legendary among the hunting community. His gun can kill demons."
"Yeah. His mom gave him the knowledge while she was in Hell. She was one of the best psychics I ever seen. She was one of the few that can communicate with Earth. She showed Samuel how to create that gun. along with the bullets. She was descended from the ancient Kurds. They were legendary swordsmiths. They made the demon killing knife, commonly known as Ruby's knife, along with most Athames."
Phoebe wondered if they got that knowledge from Virgil. He created most of Heaven's weapons. He must have come down to Earth, teaching the Kurds how to create those weapons. Damascus metal was rare, same with Mythril. Both were considered a myth. But they were real, but only used by witches and supernatural creatures. If Kyra was a demon innocent, than that means she can be saved. She knew the Winchesters knew a cure. Kyra was determined to be human again. All this time they believed Kyra was dead. Then if she was alive, she can be cured. They only had a short amount of time. If she isn't cured, she is going back to The Pit.
Prue was looking at the Internet when she saw Phoebe and Drake shimmer in. She didn't trust Drake, but so far he treated Phoebe good. She smiled at both.
"About time you showed up."
Ex-Judge, James Renault thanks the young woman as he is laying in his bed. He smiled at the pictures of his grandchildren, and great grandchildren. Phew. At the age of 103, he was wondering when his time was. He was the last one to live, according to Stanford's Graduating Law class of 1947. He wasn't in a big hurry to die, his family made things pleasant to live. As he watching the news, he was saddened to see Richard's son found dead.
Richard was a good friend of his. He and Richard played golf together many years ago. He died 25 years ago, heart attack. He loved his grease too much. His son, he was a priest. Why would anyone kill a priest? He shook his head.
Jackson Ward walked through the wall. He smirked at the trail old man watching TV.
"Judge Renault. Its been years. Wow. You are OLD. Damn, how old are you? 100? No matter."
He looks at the various pictures in the room.
"Those your family? Why do you deserve that? I should had a family myself. I could have been sentenced to life instead. I could have got married, with those new laws, I could have been paroled. But you, you robbed me. Along with that prosecutor. I died! It was too late for Richard Baker, he died already. But killing his other child? Priceless. Shame he was a priest, but when he died, I told him to get God's autograph. Now it's your turn." He lifts the remote control.
James watched as the remote floated in the air. It was when he saw the pillow coming towards him, he screamed.
Daryl Morris was in the crime scene taking in the scene. At first it was believed Judge Renault died in his sleep, until Phoebe and Prue called about a vengeful ghost. Daryl scoffed, but Judge Renault was a popular judge. He saw the pillow, no prints were found. But he ordered a autopsy. He saw the other cops exchanging looks.
"Until I see the coroner's report, treat this as a crime scene."
He saw his partner, Inspector Sheridan shaking her head. Daryl didn't trust her, but she was assigned to him when he moved to New York. She didn't believe in the supernatural, not even when the angels revealed their existence. Neverless, she was a thorn in his side. She stubbornly refused to believe in anything but what she sees. Even with all the miracles, she still couldn't be convinced.
"Really Morris? He was 103 years old. Let the poor man rest."
"The pillow was found on his face. There is signs of a struggle. See the creases on the side? Plus the drool? He was suffocated to death."
"Fine. But don't expect me to cover for you when the family sues the NYPD."
Daryl hoped the girls were right about this case.
Prue sighs as she read the New York Post. Judge Renault was found dead. So far police are tight lipped about the details, but many believe he died from old age. But according to Phoebe, he was suffocated to death with a pillow by Jackson Ward. At least Father Thomas Baker's death was considered a crime scene. He was found beaten to death with a statue in the church he was working at. No fingerprints and no motive. This Jackson needed to be stopped. But how. According to Sing Sing's historical records, he was cremated. She called Christian, instead of Sam. Sam and Piper needed to spend some quality time together.
"Christian. You heard of Jackson Ward?"
"The serial killer? The Pig of New York?"
"Fitting name. I need you to do me a favor."
"Sure."
"I left a note for Paige. If something happens to me, Paige needs to take over."
"What are you saying?"
"Don't worry about it. Don't tell my sisters or Sam and Dean what I am doing. I'm going to vanquish Jackson."
Prue hung up. She already burned Jackson's uniform. She read the historical records, his wife took his hair and put it inside her locket, then threw it over the Atlantic ocean while on a cruise. The ocean was deep, even with magical powers, she knew it was most likely lost. She sent Phoebe and Drake to the manor, telling both to be careful not to disturb Piper and Sam. She needed a spell to vanquish a ghost.
She couldn't stop that dreadful feeling she had. Just in case, she wrote a letter. The letter telling Paige she may have to get ready to fight. Prue died a few times already, she already knew the spell, she memorized it long ago as a last resort against God. She just needed to be alone. She had all the ingredients. Mercury, a drop of the Priest's blood, and acid. She hoped it worked against Jackson. It should. She found his grave. She had some medicine. It was enough to stop her heart. Once she vanquished Jackson to Hell, and kill Charon, she wanted to talk to Death. She needed answers.
"We're back! Prue, here's the spell."
Ashes to Ashes
Spirit to Spirit
Take This Soul
Banish This Evil
"You sure this will work?" Phoebe asks. She was worried about Prue. Prue's been acting different than usual. Ever since she flew to New York, she's been acting more quieter. Was it those dreams? Phoebe had her visions, the world was ending. But she saw another vision. Rebirth. It was beautiful.
"So this spell. It is dangerous. One of us has to die to vanquish Jackson."
"I'll do it. I'm already dead." Drake announces.
"Not gonna happen. Remember your deal? You still have a few weeks don't waste it. Besides, this spell is only going to performed by witches."
Phoebe holds up a coin.
"Heads or tails. Don't use your powers. Call it."
"Tails."
Phoebe flips it. Tails. Dammit.
"I win." Prue smiles.
"You lose. Prue. Be careful."
"I will."
Jackson laughed as the woman screamed. She wasn't one of the jurors, but she was related to them. He couldn't enter Judge Renault's home, or any of his relatives. There was anti ghost symbols everywhere. The witches knew he was coming. No matter, they have to come out sometime. The woman fainted as the knife floated above her. Before Jackson could stab her, a iron rod went through him.
"Phew. Thank goodness I called Olivia." He then surrounded her with a salt circle. He was wearing his glasses, he bought them from a young hunter named Adam Milligan. He didn't bother drawing out his gun. He knew ghosts were invisible, but when they were holding physical weapons, they usually showed themselves. But not Jackson. The demon he was working for, she must have showed Jackson how to stay invisible. But holy glasses? Jackson didn't stand a chance. He called Prue.
"Prue. I managed to slow down Jackson. How's the spell coming along?"
"Great. Phoebe and I are heading to the monastery. We have the potion. Is Greta Ives alright?"
"For now. Prue. Be careful, the both of you."
"I will. What about you?''
"I'm going to stay here, just in case. I'll be alright."
"Okay. Be careful."
"Got it."
Daryl hung up. Just then Inspector Sheridan walked in. Great.
"Morris." She looked around. She stared at Morris holding a iron rod and wearing glasses. If that wasn't weird enough, he was standing in a salt circle. What happened in here?
"What the hell?" Seeing the broken door frame. "What's going on?!"
"Sheridan! Get over here! Now!" He gestures towards her to step inside the circle.
"What the.." She didn't have time to think. Daryl grabbed her and made her stand in that silly salt circle. Just than the ghost of Jackson Ward appeared.
"You can't save them all. The next juror is on my list. Warren Kelly. He was only 18 when he read my verdict. But he is old enough to die. At 75, he is still working. Supercenter can't protect him once I'm through with him." He laughs as he faded away.
Sheridan looked at Daryl.
"You a hunter?"
Phoebe sent Drake away. He protested, but Phoebe begged him to protect Warren Kelly. Drake couldn't use his powers in public, but he can disguise himself as Warren. Warren would be with Olivia, he would be safe in her apartment.
Both Phoebe and Prue stood in front of Jackson's grave. They had the potion, plus the medicine. They were going to fight in here. Away from everyone. Besides, the graveyard is a perfect place to lure Charon. They drew a Devil's Trap, one by the doorway, and another above them. They weren't dumb, they knew Charon wouldn't fall for the first trap, but the second, they were ready.
"Okay. Here's our picture. Ready?"
"No." Phoebe wanted to puke. That potion, it was giving her a headache.
"Okay. I timed your watch. Give me three minutes. That will be enough time before brain damage sets in. Remember the CPR?"
"Of course. We practiced it last night, and this morning. Prue. Be careful."
Prue throws it. Seeing the grave plate, hissing, they run to the end of the monastery. They waited for Jackman.
Jackman screamed as he was burning. He was just about to kill Warren. He just finished his shift and was walking towards his car. He opened his shirt, there was holes appearing in his chest. Charon appears. Looking at Charon, he screams.
"What's happening to me?!"
"Witchcraft. You got your revenge. Now help me with mine. I want Prue Halliwell.''
Phoebe and Prue waited. Prue wasn't dumb, she texted Drake to take Phoebe away. If things go south. Hopefully, he wasn't in a demon trap, but she texted Daryl as well. Just in case. When Jackman walked in, both got ready.
''Witches. Which one of you is Prue?"
"Me." She takes out her concoction and downs it. Yuck.
Phoebe wasn't dumb, she stayed in the circle. As soon as she sees the demon, she was going to trick Charon into a trap. Then kill her.
When Prue "died" she saw Jackman swearing as he couldn't get through Phoebe's salt trap. Unfortunately she decided to play the hero.
"Hah ya!" She screamed kicking the knife away. Jackman immediately backhanded her. Phoebe accidentally knocked the salt away. He starts laughing at Prue dead and Phoebe unconscious.
"You two are making this too easy.'' He picks up his knife. Prue immediately starts chanting.
"Ashes to Ashes
Take This Soul
Banish This Evil."
She was worried about Phoebe, but she needed to vanquish Jackman. She chanted her spell a few times before Jackman was vanquished into a ball of fire. Charon grabbed his soul before he went into Hell.
"I see the Devil Trap. Nice try. You are safe for now."
When Prue saw who came in, she couldn't believe her eyes.
The hunter was following Prue, he was waiting for his cue, as soon as the demon appeared, he shot her with The Colt.
Prue watched in disbelief as Charon died. Her human vessel flashed as she died. As much as she felt bad for the person inside, Charon was too dangerous to keep alive. Her friend Tamera died because of demons like her. She watched as Andy give her CPR. She wondered about Jackman, but she saw the Reaper.
"Hey! Where's Death? I need to talk to Her."
"Busy. Don't worry, your question will be answered soon."
He takes Jackson Ward away. Hopefully, he enjoyed his trip downstairs. Prue wanted to cry. Andy. He was alive. But how?
When Phoebe woke up, she saw herself being loaded in a ambulance. Prue was unconscious, hopefully she was alright. God. That was dangerous. She herself was fine, just knocked out. Hopefully, Prue was okay. She saw a man watching. He looked so familiar, but he was too far away to see his face.
Andy Trudeau was watching Prue for a while now. He did die, a few years ago, but before he could move on, an angel appeared. His name was Gadreel. He said he read Andy's Book. Whatever that meant. He said, this isn't the end. There was a alternate ending. Andy dying in the manor is one way, but a second chapter existed. He brought Andy back to life and rebuilt his body, thanks to a Trader. What Andy didn't count on was the angel falling in love with Prue. He wanted Prue to be happy, but he was running out of time. The Trader warned him, even as a human, he had a time limit. He wanted to tell Prue the truth. To tell her what to expect. Hopefully, he survived long enough to tell her.
The First World
Castiel was driving Jack around. His head was pounding from what Billie said. All the worlds were dying. Jack was the only one that knew about his deal. When they defeat God, they will be at peace. But not Jack. Castiel would be dead. The Empty is coming. He didn't trust Billie but he had faith. Especially those travelers. They weren't just lost souls, they were on a mission. He just hoped they were alright, especially Piper Halliwell.