Prue found herself in a dark altar. She knew she was dying, she was in the light. However, she was here in the Underworld. She glared at the two demons.
"Why am I here?" She demanded.
Kip and the dark priestess smiled.
"A bride is supposed to look beautiful on her wedding day." Dantalian tells Prue, Prue looking down in herself in a black dress with a cut out front wearing a dark veil.
Prue angrily tried to take off the veil, but couldn't. She couldn't move. She gave Dantalian a dirty look.
"Let me go!" She demanded.
"Don't worry. Once you are wed, you won't remember a thing. You will slowly become evil. A King needs his Queen. Kip, you are ready?"
Kip smiled at Prue. Not even flinching when Prue glared at him back.
"I won't marry you. My sisters will find me, along with my friends."
"Prue. You are very close to the Veil. Right now you are in a coma. Your heart is about to give up. Go through with the ceremony, you will be completely healed. You can go back to your life, be a sister again. When the time comes, you can lead Hell's armies."
Prue was angry. But when she looked around, she remembered everything. The potion she took to stop Jackson Ward, her dreams, Leo, the Woman in Black. She heard Phoebe's screams, Andy. She felt her soul in the inbetween. Her heart was getting weaker. The angels, they won't help her. The doctors won't be able to help her. She was angry. But she had no choice. She can take the throne temporary, kill Kip and everyone that hurts her sisters, and become a general. Her dreams, they were getting more realistic. The End was coming closer and closer. She sensed Phoebe. She decided to send her a message, for her to give up her powers temporarily. If she doesn't, the Dark Priestess will take them, and thus prevent her sisters from becoming evil. Paige would be okay, her powers are angelic, the demon won't be able to use them.
'Phoebe. Please trust me for what I have to do. You must depower yourself. Please just trust me.'
Phoebe was shaken. She felt Prue's pain. Her heart was getting weaker. The doctors warned Phoebe and Prue to be prepared. Since Prue's heart attack, Dr Clark warned them that she was too weak to go into surgery. She was put into a transplant list, but it may be too late.
She knew Prue didn't have much time. A few hours or maybe days. She and Paige cried. She texted Sam and Dean. Both wrote back that they were thinking about Prue. Jenna was in the waiting area, she was praying to whomever was listening. Phoebe heard Prue's warning. Evil was coming. But in order for Phoebe to be safe, she had to temporary give up her magic. She looked at Paige.
"Paige. Prue just gave me a message."
Paige looked worried. She wasn't a empath but she saw Phoebe's emotions on her face. She nodded.
"Do it."
The janitor sighs as he changes his bucket. 'Another long shift, another day. My work is never done.' He sighs. He was wondering why he stayed in San Francisco. He could barely afford rent, never mind pining for his ex wife who left him for the mailman. He just finished filling the bucket when the back hairs of his neck stood up.
"What's Mine is Yours
What's Yours to Mine
I Offer Up My Gift to Share
Switch My Powers Through the Air."
Phoebe and Paige watch as a sparkle of lights lifted through the air. Before they could react, Prue woke up with a loud gasp.
"Shall we begin." Dantalion asks. Smiling at Prue who was giving her a dirty look.
"Let's just get this over with." Prue snarls.
"In the beginning we were damned. And through damnation we found freedom, power and purpose."
Prue said nothing as Dantalion got out a black rope. Usually in wiccan ceremonies, a rope, usually white, would bond the couple in holy matrimony. But in a dark wedding, black rope was used.
"As I unite you today, I remind you of these gifts." Dantalion says as she wrapped the rope around Prue and Kip. Kip was smiling, Prue was angrily seething. Good thing she was wearing black.
"And in your union, may these gifts increase, so your powers may grow, in the service of evil. So be it. You may now kiss the bride." Prue clamps her lips shut as Kip leaned down and kissed her.
"It's time to return to the living." Kip tells Prue as she fades away. "I'll see you later."
Phoebe and Paige were shaking as Dr Clarke and the other doctors were checking Prue. Right as she woke up, both Phoebe and Paige were screaming for a doctor. A nurse came running in and seeing Prue gasping for air, called for Dr Clark.
A few days later, Prue, Phoebe and Jenna were in Prue's new room. It wasn't private, but her roommate didn't mind, she was sleeping soundly. The doctors were mystified. They checked Prue's heart. It was completely healed. No signs of any damage, no injuries, it was like Prue was a new person. Dr Clark said it was a miracle. Jenna thanked the angels. Paige was happy, but Phoebe was worried. Prue. She saw Prue, she was standing in a dark altar. She looked like she was going to get married. But when Prue woke up, she said she didn't remember anything. All she remembered was swallowing the deadly medicine. She was fine, they were going home. Phoebe's boyfriend, Drake was flying them back to San Francisco. They were just waiting for Dr Clark to clear Prue. After her discharge papers were signed, they were going home.
Jaime was humming a classic Celine Dion song. The song she was humming was from her favorite song, a romantic song that played on the radio earlier. No it wasn't Celine's famous song, but a different song. Jaime liked it, reminded her about love.
Jaime was staying at Jenny Gordon's godparents home. Her godparents, Owen and Sandra agreed to take Jaime in to her relief. Since she was released from the hospital, she didn't know what to do. Besides, she felt helpless, she was in a wheelchair. Thankfully, Jenny and Jaime became close. Owen and Sandra hearing about Jaime agreed to take her in. Deeply religious, they didn't feel right leaving a helpless woman on the street.
"Jaime, I said I'll be fine. You don't need to chop those vegetables." Sandra tells Jaime who was stubbornly helping her prep. Even in a chair, Jaime swore to not be a invalid. She's been helping out around the house whenever she could. She felt frustrated though. She was limited on what she can do.
"I just can't sit around the house." Jaime says. Then realizes her faux pas. She giggles. Thankfully Sandra smiles. "I can chop vegetables. I just feel so helpless."
"Jaime. You'll be fine. I do appreciate the help. Mind peeling some potatoes hon? Jenny is coming over for dinner and her father Dan is coming over as well."
"No problem. Sandra. Thank you for everything. If it wasn't for you and Jenny, I don't know if I..."
Sandra waved her off.
"The Good Lord teaches that help thy neighbor. Besides, having a young person around feels nice."
Jaime smiles.
"So how long have you known Jenny? Were you related to her parents?" Jaime asks curiously. Jenny said her grandparents were dead, but talked to the Whites a lot. She said she considered them her honorary grandparents.
"We known her mom from a long time ago. She used to be Owen's student years ago. She was supposed to be her mentor, but she died before that could happen."
"I'm so sorry."
Sandra smiles sadly.
"Charmaine was meant for great things. But Fate had other plans. She would have been a great healer."
"A doctor?"
"Something like that. Not only a doctor, but also a teacher. No matter. The way things are going, it wouldn't surprise me if things went darker."
"Darker? What do you mean?"
"Nothing. Just some rambling of an old woman. Can you peel at least seven potatoes? Dan has a big appetite."
Later that night. Jaime was making the salad for the Whites. She liked them, they seemed so familiar to her for some reason. Sandra was sweet, though Owen was somewhat distracted. He was polite enough, although he seemed sad about something. They just finished setting the table when the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it." Sandra says, getting up.
Jaime was just finishing setting down the salad, when she saw a gorgeous looking man walking in with Jenny. She would have said hi, but Jaime blurted out the first thing she thought of.
"Whoa." He was HOT. Shaggy light brown hair, muscular body, a model looking face, complete with a cleft on his chin. This was Jenny's dad? Jaime was struck on how young he looked. Seeing the model smiling at Jaime with a friendly expression, she immediately composes herself.
"Ahem. Excuse me." She quickly turns around and focuses on pouring out her juice. This evening just got more interesting.
Dan Gordon was sitting in his house later that night thinking about Jaime. She was beautiful and charming. He didn't care that she was in a wheelchair, she said her spine was bruised and not broken. She said the doctors were confident she'll be walking in a few months.
Ever since his wife died when Jenny was a baby, he rarely dated. Thinking about Jaime, maybe moving to this new town was a good sign. Maybe he should invite her over to dinner. He was glad to move to Charmaine's hometown. Otherwise Jenny wouldn't have met Sandra and Owen at their church.
Dean yawns as he threw down his duffel bag. He and Sam decided to take a little break from one another. Sam was hunting with Bobby, something about hunting a lamia. He dropped off Sam since his douchemobile was accidentally crushed by falling debris. Dean didn't bother hiding his smile, even though Sam looked shocked.
Sighing loudly, he realized he was nervous as hell. He was meeting Jenna's parents tomorrow. He drove Baby to Boston to see Jenna. He didn't want to admit he was scared. He hoped he made a good expression. Can't have a wedding without meeting her parents.
Jenna was smiling at Dean who looked terrified. He was wearing his nicest outfit, a dark blue sports jacket with blue jeans. He wanted to wear something fancier, but Jenna convinced him to be himself. At the moment they were in her parents home having dinner. Her parents were home, along with her older brother Devin. Her mom, Dana and Maurice were asking Dean questions, how they met, how long they were dating, being careful not to bring up Dean's criminal past. But Devin being the protective older brother had to ruin the mood.
"So Dean. How much did you and your brother pay for that fancy lawyer of yours. You and Sam were on every law enforcement list there was. OW!" Devin glared at Jenna who kicked his shin extremely hard underneath the table.
Dean's face was pink. He knew Devin would bring it up. When he first walked in the house, he felt like a bum. Her childhood home was fancy. For Dean anyway. When he confided in Sam, Sam just said to relax. When Jess and him dated, her parents were rich too. All he said is to be polite, bring wine or flowers or both and introduce himself.
Jenna's presence helped, her holding Dean's hand helped Dean's heartbeat slow down. Mr M was nice, along with Mrs M. When Jenna rang the doorbell, her mom Dana answered the door.
"Jenna!" Grabbing her daughter in a hug.
"Mom!"
Dean stands back awkwardly as they hug. He was holding the flowers, orchids. He wanted to make a good first impression. Jenna was holding a red wine. Dean wanted to buy Dom Perignon, but Jenna insisted on saving his money. So they compromised on a mid range red wine. When they let go, Dean shyly handed Dana the flowers. He was relieved when Dana smiled.
"Thank you. These are lovely. Come in. I'm Dana. This is my husband Maurice, and my son Devin." Dana says taking the flowers and smiling at Dean. "I hope you like pasta."
Dean smiled nervously at Dana and Maurice. They both had curious expressions, but seemed nice. Devin, Jenna's brother was glaring at Dean. After Dean shook Dana's and Maurice's hands, he held out his hand for Devin to shake. Devin gave Dean a tight smile and shook Dean's hand. Dean smiled at him back, already regretting coming over.
"My brother and I's cases were thrown out. Our lawyer, Mr Archangel proved our innocence."
"Really. Hmmph. What about that kidnapping and beating of Sam's college friend. Not to mention all those unsolved crimes."
Dean squirmed in his seat. Usually he'll say something sarcastic, but this was Jenna's family. He wished Sam was here, he always knew what to say. He couldn't really tell them that he was a hunter. Nor tell them the cold truth about what's coming. Luckily Jenna spoke up.
"Devin. I wouldn't have gone out with Dean if he was a criminal. Besides, he saved my life." She says glaring at her brother. He never cared about any of her boyfriends, especially her ex. But Dean was a hero. A reluctant one, but still a hero. She knew what was going to happen unfortunately. But she was wondering how to break it to her parents. The End of the world was coming. Look at HC Dean and his brother. Their world was dusted. Devin glared at her back. They were siblings, but he was always very overprotective. Dean was making polite small talk with her father, and her mom stood up to clear the dishes.
"No. I can get the dishes." Dean insisted. Anything to get out of the room. Already he wanted to leave. Kansas was a long drive, he just wanted to go home.
Dana shook her head.
"Nonsense. You are our guest. Devin, Jenna, will you help me?"
"Yes mom." They both say.
Dean swallowed. He liked Jenna's parents, but Devin was another story. Already he suspected he knew what Dean really did for a living.
After a delicious dessert, blueberry pie and homemade ice cream, Jenna and Dean were laying in bed in the guest bedroom.
"I made a total fool of myself. Devin. He hates me." Dean sighs. Maurice and Dana seemed really polite, but Devin's accusations made Dean look like a hard core criminal.
Jenna wrapped her arms around Dean.
"Dean. Don't worry about Devin. You are not the first he interrogated. My parents, they will accept you. Once they get to know you, they will love you. Especially when you and Sam save the world."
Dean kisses her.
"It will be bloody. I won't be doing it alone. Sam, Piper, her sisters, all the other hunters. We will be in front of the front lines. Jenna. I may not make it out alive.''
Jenna hits him.
"Don't. Don't you dare. We'll make it out. I'm becoming a hunter to help you. Don't try to stop me. We will win. But first, tomorrow, my mom wants to discuss wedding details."
Devin was down the hall fully aware Dean and Jenna were talking about him. He already knew. Dean and his brother. They were hunters. He would know, his lookalike told him. He suspected Jenna was going to follow in his footsteps. No she won't. Not until he gets rid of Dean Winchester.
"So I was thinking. Our church. We obviously have to invite your grandparents, plus your aunt and uncle. As for the details, Jenna. Did you pick out your dress yet? Because if you didn't, I have some ideas..."
Jenna and Dean smiled politely as Dana went on and on about the wedding. Dean was trying to listen, but he was getting a headache. He always hated big gatherings. That is why he traveled a lot. Nothing but the road, his brother and Baby. When they started discussing dresses, Dean quietly excused himself. Jenna nodded. At least one good thing came out of it. If Dana was talking about the wedding, that means they approve of Dean. Maurice wasn't home, he had to be at work at the university. A professor teaching chemistry. Devin wasn't home either, he claimed he had to go on a trip. Dean and Jenna didn't stop him, he was cold to Dean.
Devin pours over the articles and police reports. Sure enough, there was a old newspaper article about a "Dean Winchester" that was found dead from a gunshot wound from St Louis. If that wasn't weird enough him and his brother died in a gas explosion at a police station before being transferred. Then they were almost arrested again. Supposedly they went on a murder spree across the country and ended up getting murdered in a jail cell in Iowa. Of course when Devin checked, they were cremated immediately afterwards. How? According to the article it was very recent, three days ago. That was impossible. Dean and Jenna were already having dinner at their parents home. Did they have twins?
Gordon Walker finally makes it to Illinois. He abandoned his task on finding the so called "Anti-Christ," it was most likely false. For now, he was hunting a nest of vampires. He got a call from his old hunting buddies about young men and women going missing outside of a nightclub called the Black Rose.
As a hunter he could already tell who the vampires were. He saw the wide eyed young woman being led away. He pretended to use the bathroom and ten minutes later was wiping up his blade. Good thing the girl wasn't touched with the blood, he was more than ready to kill her. As he was cleaning up, he didn't hear the footsteps.
The Alpha smiles. Another hunter had turned. Soon they will take over.
Rowena sighs as she takes a bite out of the fancy cake in front of her. Usually a cake like this was exquisite, but it can be be a dish sponge for all she knew.
"Another glass of champagne?" The cute waiter asks her.
"No thank you. Just the check."
"As you wish."
Rowena just wanted to go home. Where? She can live anywhere, it wouldn't matter. She was going to die. She mind traveled to another world. Oh god. It was bad. Children were playing. Then the storms started. Then the ground opened up. Everyone, everything. They all got swallowed. Rowena cried seeing them screaming. Especially the mother. Her baby was inside a stroller. When the ground opened, her baby got pulled in. The mother seeing her baby screamed. Then after the quake ended, she was standing alone. The children, they were gone. The weather was clear, the ground smooth as it can be. It was like nothing ever happened. Of course. The mother killed herself by drowning in the nearby fountain. God, he was coming closer and closer.
Rowena knew the world didn't have much time. She needed to warn the Winchesters and Halliwells. She knew about the time differences in each world. This world was one of the youngest. It would be one of the last ones destroyed. Him. He only wanted His Story.
The Hunter watches as the witch walks away. He followed her, she was the witch he was looking for. It was too bad about the other witches, but he needed her spell.
Jenna was with her mom looking at wedding venues. They were all beautiful, but none felt right. Dean wasn't with them, he was getting them some coffees. Yeah right. She knew exactly where he was, the pool hall down the street. She envied him. She shook her head again, saying this wasn't it. Ignoring her mom's protests, she told her she didn't feel like looking at dresses at the moment. All she wanted was Dean. Castiel called, he said he found out something. It was about Sam.
Christian whistles as he buckles up Bobby John. He wasn't stupid to make a deal with the demon. He paid a demon to kidnap the baby before his boss Crowley figured one baby was missing. At the moment, he was holding the Alpha Shapeshifter hostage. He was going to hold the kidnapped babies as leverage. Why he wanted the Alpha, Christian didn't care. He was sorry to lose The Lance of Michael, but a innocent baby was more important.
He cooed at little Bobby John. Fatherhood. He lost his chance at his homeworld, his wife Arlene said yes to an angel and was never seen since. But seeing this world's Arlene, he was ready to retire. He, his counterpart's wife, Bobby John, they were going to Brazil. He wasn't sorry to leave Samuel Campbell, he found out something about him. Dean and Sam, they were going to be doubled crossed. Smiling at Arlene, he and Bobby John were heading to the airport. Their private plane was waiting, thanks to Bela.
Jennifer's eyes flashed blue as she was killed. Becky smiled as she took out Piper's silver knife. She smiled at the genie who was smiling at Becky. She was glamoured as Piper, and had her magical knowledge. She refused to make a third wish knowing the lore on genies. Sam called, he was coming home. Mrs Sam Winchester. Becky couldn't wait.