So tired. He was so tired. But he had to lose him. But he knew it was futile. He was coming closer and closer. Once that fatal shot hit him, he was dead. He jumped when a bullet missed his head. He pulled out his cell to warn the other side to run.
Oh god he was coming closer. He almost had to laugh. After three centuries this is how he goes. Oh well. Before he died he drew a gylph. Good thing he sold the Book. His siblings had a fake. The real one he sold to the auction. It was worth it. The Sword was his. To defeat the One. It isn't just for slaying dragons, it can also kill the one meant for it. With his last breath he chants:
"Dearmad."
'Before he died he sees the future. Sleeping Beauty was always his favorite story. He was a descendant of the evil witch long ago. She wasn't a fairy like the tales said, but one of the earliest witches. Anyway, the hunter will forget. But that isn't the only thing. He will be cursed with eternal sleep. The last thing he saw was the glyph turning purple.
Once upon a time there was three brothers:
The three men were arguing about the plans for the construction that was supposed to take place in the morning. The oldest brother was lazy and resentful he was forced to work. Their mother inherited the construction company from their grandfather who turned his company into the business it was today. For New York standards, it was a great success. The mother didn't want her sons being lazy and entitled and forced all three to work. The oldest was spoiled rotten and wanted to cut corners to save time and money. The middle child didn't agree with him but went along with it only because he wanted his inheritance. But the youngest was smart. He secretly ordered better building materials than the discount place his older brother ordered from. Like that crappy wood. Ugh. Good thing he hired a masoner. He wanted to preserve his grandfather's legacy. Once he inherits the company, his brick and stone homes will withstand anything, even hurricanes.
"Look at this! It's crap!" Jack complains. "Where did you order this from?"
Emmett rolls his eyes.
"The same place I always order from." Emmett explains. God he was hungry.
"You should have got cinder block like I wanted. It can withstand even the strongest of winds." Kyle says in an annoyed tone.
"Not this again. We have to make a profit. Besides, how often do we get hurricanes around here?" Jack complains.
Kyle was about to snap back with a retort, but he heard a growl. Huh?
"What is that?"
"A dog?" Emmett says while looking at the blueprints.
"Hell of a dog." Nervously Kyle goes to check where the noise came from. Naturally it had to be a full moon. His heart beating, he cautiously checked behind the small tractor. Nothing. Phew. He goes back to his bickering brothers.
Jack and Emmett were arguing about the time and money this project was going to cost them. Already they were two weeks behind. Hurricane season was on its way and they needed to sell these homes before they get blown over.
"I'll go warm up the truck." Jack stomps over and immediately gets attacked.
Both Kyle and Emmett watch in horror as they watch their brother got his chest ripped out by an unknown animal. Kyle was terrified and ran behind some stone materials. Poor Emmett screams as his blood splashes over the blueprints.
Kyle's heart was beating fast. He stayed in that spot for a few minutes till he heard nothing. He knew he needed to call 911, but he was scared. He went to check on his brother, Emmett. Oh god. His chest was ripped open. His heart skipped a beat when he felt the hot air. His screams echo throughout the construction site.
Piper was shopping with her sisters in New York. She was there to shop for a wedding dress. Prue thankfully was back to normal. Whatever that was bothering her was done and forgotten. She was back to her old self. She was in a great mood. Their debt was free and clear, since Manny and Julie were found not guilty. The courts managed to pay back the sisters as well as Victor for their Bails. Right now the police was investigating on who called that bogus terrorism charge. The sisters kept that part quiet, Becky was an innocent. It was the Woogy Monster that was responsible for her behavior. Even so, Piper still distrusted her. Besides they managed to get a bit of luck. They got a nice sum from the smart car company for the deaths of Manny and Julie. Even if Charlie didn't sabotage the car, that car was a death trap. They would have died anyways. So far that company was paying out countless lawsuits for their flawed gas lines. The sparks inside would have ruptured the gas tank, causing a explosion. Piper used some of that money for her wedding, some went to the manor and the rest went to her savings. She was leaving soon. The wedding was happening in a few months.
Phoebe was humming along, her podcast was a hit. She talked about love and family. With everything going in the world, people needed something to take their minds of things. Besides, Jenna was going to be her co-host soon. Her contract was almost over. Jenna was mum about the details about her character's fate, but said it was guaranteed to make fan's jaw drop. Phoebe couldn't wait. Besides that money she got, she was eyeing a small condo in San Francisco's downtown. Besides, that wasn't the only thing. She was writing a book.
Paige was awed at the sights. She never got tired of the east coast. As much as she loved California, Ohio and New York, she was thinking of moving somewhere tropical. She was studying magic and was currently working on a spell. A spell to travel freely. It wouldn't be considered personal gain, since many witches used it. Piper, Prue and Phoebe were considering using it, since their counterparts mastered it in another world. If any of them needed each other, they can easily be together. When they walked by a shoe store, Paige was tempted to buy. But held back. She still had student loans to pay off. Smelling food, she suggested they eat before they go dress shopping. She was thinking of something greasy.
Prue was in a great mood. She wasn't worried about what the genie said. It was most likely a trick. She was back in the Big Apple. She already decided to move. If Paige's spell worked, they would be together no matter where they were. Just as long as they stayed on Earth. To be sure, she took out a life insurance policy. The money she got, she held small funerals for Manny and Julie. Manny was still popular at 415, many of his coworkers showed up to show their condolences. Prue couldn't help but cry. She felt like she lost a brother. Phoebe was sort of jealous, not many showed up for Julie's. But was happy when her sisters and Victor plus Sam and Dean gave moving eulogies. To make sure the "bodies" were destroyed, they had them cremated. She was currently talking to Olivia about moving in. She also was thinking of applying to 415 New York division. With her photography and art degree background, she was guaranteed to get a job.
The Impala drives down the highway. They stayed at Bobby's for a few days, they missed their foster father and their friends and stayed for a week. Sam smiled thinking of Piper. After the engagement party ended, they rented a private room at the local Bed and Breakfast. There they were making up for lost time. The feeling of being with the woman he loved, Sam couldn't wait to marry her. They were discussing the details. He agreed to get married in San Francisco, but couldn't decide where to have it. There were many beautiful places, but they were still figuring out the details. When Sam suggested the manor, Piper turned him down. It was too small. She wanted a wiccan ceremony, to honor her family. So they both agreed to have a outdoor ceremony. Sam was reading on the lore of witchcraft. He was studying to become a full fledged witch. Rowena agreed to take Sam as a student. She said Sam already had the gift, he just needed to harness it.
Dean was thinking about throwing Sam a bachelor party. Maybe invite all their hunter contacts. He knew where to throw it. In their hometown of Lawrence. Why not. He had his house, and was looking forward to sleeping in his own bed instead of a cheap motel. He wasn't worried about bills, his tenants paid rent on time, and were moving away. Both Garth and Bess were thankful for Dean for renting out his house and were moving away back to Bess' hometown in Wisconsin. Besides, they needed the space. Bess was currently pregnant with their first child, a daughter. Dean was happy for them and decided to throw them a party. Maybe ask Sam's fiancee for help. No way he knew anything about babies, especially werewolves. Since Piper was a witch, maybe she knows what werewolves needed.
Sam knew Dean was throwing him a bachelor party, he overheard Dean talking to Bobby about it. Well Sam already beat him to it. He was already planning on throwing a party in his house. The guy that was staying there was leaving. Sam liked him, he kept the place clean every time he stayed in Lawrence. Sam didn't rent it out to long term tenants, instead he used it as temporary rental place to hunters and fellow friends of theirs. Sam was already planning to go home, he needed to raise money for his wedding and subsequent honeymoon. He knew Piper wanted to honeymoon either in Paris or Hawaii. Sam was thinking of Paris, since both Dean and Jenna said it was beautiful. Prue also said Paris was the best place, since she was thinking of taking a girl's trip to Hawaii for Piper's bachelorette party. She already was thinking of renting a house on the beach. Besides, construction season was coming up, and him and Dean's old boss was calling them to see if they were willing to work. Sam already agreed, but he wasn't sure about Dean. But before that they had a case.
"Get this. Three men were attacked by a unknown creature. Two men are dead, and one survived."
"Vamp or wolf."
"Hearts are missing, but get this. The surviving victim insists it was a man."
"There was a full moon that night. Gotta be a werewolf. Where in New York is it?"
"In the hamlet of Maple Springs. But that isn't the only case. There is reports of a man that chocked to death from money."
"What. Did he Scrooged McDucked into his bank account?" Dean said in a sarcastic voice.
"Can be witchcraft. It can keep us busy before we go home. Our weddings are coming up."
Dean smiles. Who would have thought. He finally found the right girl. They were going to Vegas, but he still needed to pay for it. Looks like he needed to find some cash. He was already thinking of calling his old boss to go back to work for the summer, but needed to make cash for the winter. Maybe he should work in bars or go to school to get his business degree. Sam was already thinking of going back, he wanted to provide for his wife. He gave up on law school, but was thinking of writing or teaching for a local university. Prue and Paige said teaching was rewarding. Maybe teach at Magic School. Unfortunately it was abandoned, due to the Elders being gone, but the next generation of magical students needed a place to hone their magic. Hmm. Maybe he should open a new school instead.
"Sam! Sam!"
"Hmmm?" Sam was thinking hard. Teaching. He had his credits from Stanford, maybe he should transfer his credits for a teaching degree instead. Better than construction.
"We're here." Dean says pulling into town.
The next day they were interviewing the survivor, Kyle Baycon. Kyle was clearly shaken from the events the night before and was answering questions from Detectives Plant and Page.
"Are you the sketch artists?" Kyle asked.
"He is." Dean points to Sam ignoring his dirty look. "What can you describe."
"It was dark. One minute we were talking, the next minute my brothers were attacked. Their chests. Oh god." Kyle shakes. "They were ripped opened."
"My condolences. About the attacker. What was his teeth like. Sharp, pointy?" Sam says pulling out his notebook.
"They were just teeth."
Just teeth? Werewolves did turn back into humans whenever a cloud covers the moon. It was partly cloudy last night.
"What about his hands. Pointy, hairy?" Dean asked.
"They were just ordinary hands. The guy. He just looked at me with a blank stare. Then he took off running."
Sam and Dean looked at each other. They were definitely dealing with a werewolf. To make sure they were checking out the morgue, to see the damage for themselves. But why did the werewolf spare Kyle? Usually werewolves never hesitated to kill extra victims.
"Can you give me a physical description?" Sam asked
"He was about six feet, had dark hair, and he may have blue eyes? It was dark. Oh god. My brothers are dead." Kyle tears up. "Do you imagine losing your brothers like that? Your family?"
Sam swallows.
"I can't imagine anything so horrible." He still remembered Bobby. Plus losing his fiancee. He would have killed Dean for sure. Without a soul, Sam was a monster.
Dean was stoic, but he remembered losing Sam. When Jake killed him he felt like his heart was cut off. But he made the painful decision to let him go. He never cried watching Sam's corpse burn. But when he left Bobby's, he sobbed in his Impala by the lake. Then he lost Sam again. This time in the Dark World. Michael. The asshole took Sam's soul. This time around he was staying with Sam. No way he was losing him a third time.
"What else can you tell me about the attacker?" Dean asked.
Kyle thinks. Oh yeah, that tattoo. Good thing his shirt was ripped.
"He had a tattoo. You know that cartoon character. The one that chases the roadrunner. It was on his right arm."
"Wile E Coyote." Dean said. Damn he loved that character.
"Yeah." Just then his doctor walked in. He was a middle aged man with salt and pepper hair.
"Kyle."
"Doctor Garrison."
"How are you holding up?" The doctor asked.
Dean pulls out his fake badge.
"Are you Kyle's doctor?" When he nods, Dean pulls him into the hallway. He was already planning on going to the morgue. Plus to hunt that werewolf.
When Sam was about to walk away, Kyle stops him.
"Aren't you going to show me that sketch?" Sam was embarrassed to show Kyle. It was a very crude drawing of a cartoonish stick figure with a even more crude drawing of the coyote on its arm. Kyle looked at it with confusion. Sam cleared his throat.
"Ahem. Work in progress."
"Oh." Kyle just furrows his brows at it. Excusing himself, Sam walked out.
The evil witch watches in amusement. Three Little Pigs. Already the fairy tale was changing. In the original story, the wolf was defeated by the youngest smarts. He destroyed the first two homes by blowing on them and the third he couldn't. In the end, the wolf was boiled alive in water and eaten when he fell into the boiling water when he crawled down the chimney. The three pigs ate well that night. Now two of the pigs are dead. There was still the last pig, but no matter, the lunar cycle was coming again tomorrow. Plus the hurricane will destroy his house. The witch will make sure of it. The wolf will eat the heart and the wolf will win. Therefore ruining the story. Their lazyness will be their downfall, and children won't see the moral lesson. That hard work does pay off.
The figure in the mirror shakes his head. He saw the miniature of the last pigs house. The foundation was starting to crumble. If the last man dies, the story will permanently change. Werewolves will be invisible. The only way the fairy tale can be saved is when the lone survivor has three sons. Either the father or the children must kill the wolf in boiling water. He watches helplessly as the witch summons the little girl.
"Darling, take these shoes to the one that wears her heart on her sleeve." The witch says handing her Cinderella's glass slippers. The little girl disappears.
She then turns toward the mirror.
"Try as you might, the magic will run out at midnight." The mirror tells her.
"Here, time moves differently. A few minutes can be hours or days, depending on what plane I'm looking at.'' She watches as the four women enter the bridal shop.
Piper was excited for this. Since she had extra money, she wanted to try shopping at New York's famous bridal boutiques. She wasn't sure what kind of gown she wanted, but in her heart, she knew she'll find it here. She opens the door for her sisters and they walk inside. Wow. So many choices.
Paige yawns as she waits for Piper. She was bored. She was careful not to let Piper see her, she knew how temperamental Piper can be. When Piper walked out with a tea length wedding dress, Paige and her sisters give her a thumbs down. It was perfect for a southern wedding, not a wiccan one. Piper rolls her eyes and walks back in. The other dresses were pretty, but not Piper's style. But when Piper walked out with a gorgeous white ballgown with long sleeves, Paige and her sisters jaws dropped. Wow. Piper looked like Cinderella. Paige wasn't sure what a wiccan dress was supposed to look like, but that dress was perfect. When Piper looked in the mirror, she teared up. She looked like a princess.
"Would you like to try on the veil?"
"Yes, please.'' When the saleswoman put it on, Piper saw herself. This was it. This was the dress. The veil was beautiful. It was white, but so was the headband. The headband was sparkly, just like the movie. Piper was in love.
"I'll take it. How much." Piper winced at the price. But it was her wedding day. No matter. She can always get a job. She was a hunter as well as a witch, but she needed to make a living. She had savings, but she was saving it for the future. Like owning her own restaurant. It was years away, especially with certain events coming up, but she had faith. She was planning on opening it in Lawrence. Besides, rent was cheaper in Kansas than California.
Phoebe watches Piper with envy. She was the first to get married. But her marriage to Cole ended in a annulment. She admitted she rushed into things, she was just a young college student. Prue was jealous that her baby sister was married first, but was satisfied that Phoebe's marriage wasn't legally valid, especially when Cole turned out to be a demon. Anyways, Phoebe had faith. She thought about her vision. That little girl calling her mom. Plus that wedding ring she was wearing. Phoebe knew that true love existed. Someday, she'll meet her.
Prue was envious. But she wasn't jealous. Weird. She was the one who was supposed to get married first. But Phoebe beat her to it. Kinda. But she had a feeling she won her imaginary marriage race. She thought about her dream. She was standing in a altar. It was dark, but but it was Prue's wedding day. The groom's face was shadowed, but Prue remembered the kiss. It felt like her heart was darkened. She shuddered at the memory. That wedding was hell.
Paige declined going shoe shopping, she wanted to take a shower before her date with Charles. It was still early, but Paige fantasized about what her future wedding would be like. So far, her relationship was doing great. Charles family liked her, deeply religious, they respected Paige's stance on Heaven. Of course that annoyed Paige. She didn't choose her bloodline. But she won over his family with her wit and humor. Tonight was the grand ball, it was a charity event for Teachers of America. Paige already had her dress, it was a gorgeous red v-neck gown with a open front and a long train. It cost her a small fortune, but she loved it. She already had the shoes, it was the same shoes she had since Berkeley. They were her good look charm. Besides they went with everything.
When she walked into her shared room with Phoebe, she saw a box. It was gorgeous. She was tempted to open it, but it was wrapped with a pink ribbon. Plus it had Phoebe's name on it. Wonder who sent it. Knowing Phoebe, most likely one of her many boyfriends. She did go to NYU, three of her exes lived here.
It was two hours later when Phoebe came home. Phew. Piper and Prue were visiting a hunter friend of theirs, so Phoebe decided to go home. She was going to help Paige with her hair and makeup for her date tonight. Phoebe was jealous. Prue was visiting Olivia, her new friend, Piper was getting measurements later to fit in her gown, and Paige was going on date. What was her plans? Sitting around watching TV with Piper when she got home. Great. This was New York. Phoebe was dying to go out, but had no date. No way was she picking up a rando. Wait. She had HiThere. As she was scrolling on her phone, she noticed the box. Huh? Ooo. Secret admirer? She hoped so. She was dying to go out tonight. Before she opened it, she was stopped by Paige. "Oh good. Your back. Can you help me?"
"Sure. What do you need?"
Half hour later, Phoebe smiles at Paige. It was a simple look, Paige's hair was down, her makeup simple. But Paige wanted a understated look. Her dress and heels were gorgeous. Charles was going to faint.
"Paige. You look amazing. Like a million bucks."
"Thank you Phoebe. What's your plans?"
"I dunno. Stay home, watch TV. Have a quiet night in."
"Sounds fun." Paige says with a yawn. "Thanks for helping me. The party starts at six, so Charles and I are going out to supper first."
"Sounds good. Where first?"
"Le Bernardin."
"Wow. I went there once with a premed student. Charles must have pull, it is hard to get a reservation." Phoebe was even more envious. She felt like Cinderella. Always watching her sisters go to the ball. When she looked away, she saw the box. Oh yeah. Hopefully this cheers her up. When she opened it, she was stunned when she saw what's inside. Glass slippers? Where did they come from? Paige was curious. Wow. They were beautiful.
"Nice. Who sent those?"
"I don't know. I'm going to try them on.''
Immediately Paige felt uneasy.
"Uh, maybe you shouldn't." The bad feeling was there.
"What's the worst that can happen. Look they fit!"
When Piper walked in, she was surprised to see Phoebe transform. What the..
Phoebe was surrounded by circles of light and sparkles. When the lights faded, she was dressed in a scantily clad goldlike dress with silver tones with a bustier top with a mini skirt with a long train in the front and back. Both Piper and Paige look at her with disbelief. No way did Cinderella wear that to the ball. But it was definitely Phoebe's style. When Phoebe saw herself, she was in shock. Her hair and makeup were well done. How? But before she can think, she found herself walking out.
"Help! My shoes are making me walk out!"
Both Phoebe and Paige grab her. It was no use. Wherever the shoes were going, Phoebe was going to the wherever. She was halfway out the door when Phoebe begged them to let her go.
"Just let me go. I have a theory. I'll see you at the ball!" Phoebe calls out.
Both Phoebe and Paige watch her walk down the hall.
"Great. Paige, what time does the benefit start?"
"Six. But Charles and I are going out to dinner first. I can cancel."
"Better not. Great. I have to go for a dress fitting. We are only in New York till tomorrow. I promised to be in Lawrence to stay with Sam for awhile. I want to see if we need to redecorate."
"Well, Charles is supposed to pick me up soon. I guess I can meet him the restaurant instead. Oh! Phoebe forgot her cell. I'll bring it to her. I'll see you later!" Paige walks down the hall where Phoebe went. Luckily she didn't go far, she was waiting by the elevator.
Piper just watches with a exasperated expression.
"Can we have just ONE normal day for once?" She says to no one.
The little girl just smiles.
The duo walking in the woods are exhausted and tired. Both Greta and Hans are lost. Damn. What a time to be lost and tired.
"Hans, where is the compass? You said you packed it." Greta complained. Damn. This was the second time their father and step mom ditched them in the woods. it wasn't their fault they lost their jobs and were forced to move back home. They had their compass last time. That is how they made it home. Of course their step mom kept bitching that they didn't have enough to feed them both. Well. Sorry! Jobs were scarce. But Greta was determined to move out for good.
"I did pack it. Sis, do you have any more bread?" Hans asked his twin. Boy he was hungry. Luckily they both had water.
"Uh. Uh. Wait. I smell something. What the...I cannot believe it. Hans, we found the legendary Gingerbread House!" Both of them look up in awe. No way. They heard the stories. Of course it was just an urban legend.
Growing up they heard the stories. Long, long ago, children, usually brothers and sisters went missing. Always one of each. Only one came back, screaming that the evil witch ate the other. Of course the townspeople went in the woods carrying torches, but the witch was never found. The stories got crazier and crazier, always the same story. The house was made out of gingerbread and sweets. Smelled so good the children ate the house. But that wasn't the other thing. Instead of a witch, it was a man. He sent the children away till they got older. When the children grew up, they came back. Then were never seen again. But one year it changed. There was now adults that went missing. Rumors were there was one survivor. A teenaged girl. She claimed she was in her late thirties, divorced and deeply in debt. When she went missing, she said she woke up in the cellar along with one of her regulars at the bar she worked at. Then a hooded man came downstairs. Get this. He de-aged the guy, turning him twelve. Then he caged him. He fed the guy nothing but junk to fatten him up. After three weeks, he took him away. They last thing she heard was his screams. Frightened, she forced herself to escape. Luckily for her, the chains that were holding her originally were too large for her teenaged body. She wiggled herself out of there and escaped. She tried to warn everyone, but of course no one believed her. She was then locked away in a mental intuition for a few weeks. Then when she was released, she was sent to a foster home. Of course when she got interviewed, the now grown up woman denied the claims. She said she was just dizzy from hunger and thirst from being lost. Of course when they asked about the missing man, she denied knowing him. But that wasn't the weirdest part. Her family hired a professional to track her down using DNA. She was a perfect match. The woman denied being related to that family, and filed a restraining order. The poor parents died of broken hearts. The only living relative, her "brother" still claims that she was his older sister. Never mind she was now in her thirties and him in his late fifties.
"God that smells so good. Yum. Nothing like gingerbread and candy canes." Hans says looking up at the legendary house.
Greta just scoffed.
"You do realize that house is just fake. Sure, it smells good. But remember. Back in the turn of the century, there was a carnival around here. That gingerbread house was one of the main attractions. Of course it was destroyed by the fire. That house and the carnival burnt to the ground."
"Yeah, but it proves the legend was real. There is a gingerbread house. Plus. I see pie. C'mon. Let's see if the owner can feed us." Hans says pulling Greta.
The witch watches in amusement. She knew the witch that lived there. Katja. She had a appetite for small children. She hadn't seen her in centuries. So that is how she escaped. She came to Earth. But then again she could have cloned herself. She was always a glutton. Have many copies of her in different worlds, always eating small children, never satisfying her hunger. Her greed will be her downfall. Especially for the witch she was searching for. What was her name again? Oh yeah, the evil mirror witch's descendant's forgotten enemy, Rowena.
The mirror stares sadly the empty place where the candy cane stood. If the witch doesn't die, and her assistant stopped, many of the world's children will never be found. People will stop caring. Things will revert back to the dark ages. Children will once again be abandoned and die of hunger when their caretakers don't provide for them. Hopefully the hunters come to stop the witch.
"What else. Oh yes. Sleeping Beauty. But I'll save that for last. Hmm. Snow White. But the sleeping princess is doing my bidding, so instead. I send the woodsman. But this time around I'll create my own. This woodsman will be my slave. He'll bring me the witch's heart. The one shrouded in darkness. The power that witch is radiating will bring me endless power." She grabs the ax, and conjures the figure in the book. When the "woodsman" appears, she orders him to bring the witches' heart.
The mirror prays that the good witch wins. Vanity is something everyone struggles with. Especially aging. The moral of the story is there is inner beauty inside almost everyone. He watches silently as the witch gives the ax to the empty woodsman.
Prue was at Olivia's browsing the Net. Her and Olivia were supposed to go out to dinner, but she was called in. A major figure in New York was found murdered. Prue wondered if it was a famous socialite or a major crime lord. Probably a CEO of a bank. She wasn't too concerned, this was NYC after all. But what did concern her was Olivia's door breaking down and a huge man with a ax came in. Prue immediately used her powers to fling him across the room.
Immediately she knew this man wasn't human. She than used her powers to take the ax out of his hands and used it on him. Sure enough he blew up, dropping the ax.
"Great. Olivia is going to love this." Prue groaned staring at the broken door.
The storm outside was bad. Other than the lightning, it was raining hard. The winds were powerful and strong, Alex already heard the branches breaking outside. Alex was breathing hard. Phew. Her baby was supposed to be born two days ago. It was late. Just her luck Kevin was at work. At least Jody was around, she said to call her if anything happens. Oh oh. Her water just broke. She called Kevin, no answer. Great. So she called Jody.
"Alex? Is everything okay?"
"My water just broke. Argh. Kevin's not answering."
"Okay. Stay there. I'm calling an ambulance. I'll be right there."
Shit. This baby was coming. No way was Jody going to make it on time. Not with this storm. Weird. She always thought labor would be painful, but yet it wasn't. Oh god. Her contractions were getting stronger.
Sam and Dean were interviewing the latest victim. Greta Watson. The story she told, it was insane. But that wasn't the only thing. She was only thirteen. She said her real age was twenty four. She claimed when they knocked, a older man answered the door. He seemed friendly, answering their questions about where they were. He claimed to be taking care of his sick mother who was ill. He then fed them various sweets, including the pie by the window. Her brother Hans, had extras. Too late did they realize they were drugged. But what happened next was nothing the siblings ever seen. The man transformed both into young teenagers. Then the so called "old lady" came to the kitchen and slashed Han's throat. Then she started carving and cleaning him. Greta ran. Luckily for her, the man was busy helping the old lady. But that wasn't the weirdest thing. Greta claimed their was a little girl with pale skin, dark hair with a red ribbon and wearing a white dress was watching. She cried telling her story.
"We always thought the legends were fake. But it was all true. Oh god." She started sobbing. Sam and Dean excused themselves.
"What the hell? What is going on in this town?" Dean was confused. Werewolves were bad enough, but this? A witch? Looks like they had two cases to solve.
"I don't know. I'm calling Piper. Dean, before we do anything we have to take care of that werewolf first."
"Not to mention, killing the wicked witch. Plus her minion." So far Dean has no clue how to help Greta. Her dad and stepmom were already here, both looked confused. They seen Greta's driver's license, she was in her twenties.
As Dean was walking down the hospital hallway, he took a quick peak of the room the doctor that just checked on Greta walking in. Inside was a beautiful dark haired young woman sleeping. Dean didn't think much of it. Sam hung up and was walking towards Dean.
"Dean. I just off the phone. Guess what."
"Let me guess."
"Looks like we aren't the only one with a case."
"Phoebe! Slow down!" Paige begs. Dammit, she just had to wear her shoes. In the New York cement, her shoes were history. Dammit. Looks like she needed to hit the shoe store after all.
"I can't! These shoes are making me walk. Hey!" She hits the taxi's hood that almost hit her.
"Get off the damn road!" The taxi driver swears.
"Where are you going?" Paige asks. This was New York. God knows how many parties are going on right now.
"I don't know. These didn't exactly come with a instruction manual." She stops in a middle of a sidewalk. "Finally." Surprisingly, her feet weren't sore, they been walking for fifteen blocks.
When they saw a horse carriage coming, both women's jaws drop.
"Looks like Cinderella is going to the ball after all." Phoebe remarked. Damn. It had not one, but two white horses. Plus two attendants. Both were wearing white, one was leading the horses, and the other was in the back, who was stepping down to open the door for Phoebe.
Paige couldn't help herself. She was jealous. Charles had a limo, but compared to a horse drawn carriage.
"You are not getting inside." Paige ordered.
"I wo...whoop!" Her shoes clearly had other ideas. She got in the vehicle.
"Where are you taking her?" Paige asks. The two attendants didn't say anything. Just blankly stared ahead. Paige tried to go in, except she couldn't. Something was holding her back.
"Looks like Cinderella is going to the ball alone! Just like the story! I'll be fine! If I get in trouble I'll call. Remember, we are back to normal!"
"Thank god." At least her sisters. Paige's whitelighter side was gone for good.
Alex was breathing hard. Of course there had to be a storm. The trees were down, the ambulance couldn't make it. At least Jody was here. Poor Kevin was stuck at work, he was forced to stay, he had a deadline. Alex couldn't be mad at him, they needed the money. But she hoped he came home soon. Storm or no storm.
"Arrrghh!" Alex moaned. "Oh. It hurts. Jody, it hurts."
"Shhh. Alex. I'm right here." Thank god she wasn't alone, Bobby Singer was here as well. He was Jody's ride, since she picked him up when his car broke down on the road. Not wanting to leave her friend in the rain, she took him home.
"Bobby. Get me some towels! Plus some warm water!" Jody ordered. Bobby, not wanting to argue did.
"Jody, the pain is getting worse. Argh!"
Jody checks her dilation. Oh no. The baby was well on his way. No way was the paramedics was going to make it on time. Good thing Alex was a nurse. She had her baby gear ready. Jody was trained in first aid, plus she was a mom. Owen. Jody shook the thought out of her head. Not now.
"Bobby. The contractions are less than a minute. Pass me that bag. Plus the baby blanket."
"Alex, start pushing."
"Argh!"
"Again. Come on. Push!"
Bobby felt scared. He was experienced in this field. He never told anyone but Rufus, he helped deliver babies while in the army back in the late sixties. He was a war vet that worked in the medical field. He helped deliver babies for the local folks around the area, as well as some of local hunters. He and Rufus were war buddies, and it was him that introduced him to the supernatural. He always wondered what would have happened if Karen and him had kids, but then again he wouldn't have Sam and Dean. When Jody barked at him for help, he quickly helped Jody with the supplies from the medical bag. What he saw next surprised the three of them.
As Prue walked to the hotel, she told an unhappy Olivia about the evil magical ax man. The door cost a fortune to fix, Prue agreed to pay for it. So much for first class. She would be lucky to afford couch when she gets to New York after she moves. She was about to open the door when Piper flung it open.
"Prue! Than god! I have a lot to tell you."
"Me too."
"So glass slippers. I got a crazy axe guy." Prue and Piper we're trading stories.
"That isn't the only thing. Sam and Dean, a gingerbread house. And three brothers and a werewolf."
"Okay, and."
"Hansel and Gretel. Three Little Pigs, Cinderella. Plus Snow White. What Fairy Tale am I, or Paige?"
"Well, you did try on a dress. Plus Paige is seeing a prince."
"Don't jinx it." Piper warned.
"Of course I had to wear a red headband with red lipstick. Pheh." Prue wipes it off. She also took off the headband. "No way am I eating a apple."
"All I wanted was a normal vacation. Of course I don't get that."
The evil witch smiles with amusement. Her plans were doing wonderfully. With the witches far away from home, they cannot make a vanquishing potion. Ah yes. The two sisters. Piper. What would be a good fairy tale. Yes. That's perfect. As for Paige, she had something in store for her.
"Mirror, mirror, show me Cinderella." She walks over to the pumpkin. "At midnight, she leaves the ball, but she won't be going home. If you excuse me, I have a prince to kiss."
"What do you do you mean, your sick! No, you are not ditching me. I don't care if you are on a IV. You taking me to the ball!" Paige taps her phone off. Charles sounded gruff. Probably nerves. This was a important event for him. She stares at her shoes. She hated to say it, she liked these shoes better. They were gorgeous. Red high heels with a red bow. They cost her a ton, but when she saw them, she had to have them. She knew where Phoebe was, she went to the charity event. The same event Paige and Charles were going. She paid the taxi and stepped out. She was taking Charles, no matter what.
Taking the elevator to the suite where Charles was at, she was determined to take him, sick or not. She was determined to enjoy her vacation. She knocked on the door.
"Charles! It's Paige. Open up!" When she didn't hear anything, she pounded the door again. "Charles! I know you're there!" Sure enough she heard footsteps.
"Paige. I don't feel good. You can take the limo. I already asked my driver to escort you. He is waiting downstairs." Charles muffled in a low gruff voice.
"The hell I will. Open up!" When the door opened, Paige was startled on what she saw. "Charles. How?" She was horrified. Charles. His once handsome face was hideous. His teeth, his hands. His breath. It was awful. He looked like a beast. Paige found herself backing away.
"As you can see. I wasn't lying. There was a gift basket. The shampoo and bodywash must have gave me a allergic reaction."
Paige didn't know what to say. It was Charles yet it wasn't. Phoebe is Cinderella, and Paige is what? Belle? Then her theory was right. Fairy tales are coming to life. Excusing herself, she called her sisters.
Adam Prinze adjusts his cuffs. He didn't care about the event, all he cared was the charity. Teachers were grossly underpaid. His assistants said this event was good publicity for his family. Adam didn't care. He always thought the money would be better spent on fixing the flawed education system. But if they raise millions, then it would be worth it. Just then a middle aged woman appeared in thin air.
"What the..." He didn't finish his sentence. The woman kisses him. Sated, he dreamily looks at the witch. "What can I do for you my queen."
"Make sure Cinderella leaves the ball at midnight. There will be a carriage, make sure she is inside. Otherwise, you won't have a happy ending." She says in a low tone.
Phoebe was getting annoyed. She needed to pee, but the shoes won't let her. She found herself walking towards the music. Hopefully they stop soon. Sure enough they stop as soon as she arrived.
'Finally.' She turned around to use the washroom.
When she came out and went back to the party, she realized it was a costume party. Wow. Paige and Charles were invited here? Damn. If she had known that, she would have brought a mask. Luckily for her, a passing employee handed her a facial eye mask. It was beautiful, plus it matched her dress.
"May I have this dance?" When Phoebe turned around, a handsome man dressed like Prince Charming from the live action movie was standing behind her. He was also wearing a mask, both his costume and mask matched her dress. My god. Phoebe was enchanted.
"I will."
Adam Prinze just watches. He was planning her, but not now. He didn't care about the guy, he had his orders. He'll pull her away, charm her and put her on that carriage. Then he'll be safe.
As Sam and Dean pull up to the house, they were started to see how ordinary it was. Dean was disappointed.
"She said it was a gingerbread house. This house looks like it seen better days." The house was dirty and worn down.
"A witch must have cast the spell. Dean, we need to be careful."
Once they head inside, they pull out their guns. They were both armed with witch killing bullets, and were walking cautiously inside. The house was even in worse shape, it was dark and smelly. Dean crinkled up his nose.
"Yeesh. That witch must have had some heavy magic." He whispered.
"Be careful. These floorboards may be rotting." Sam warned. He was still reeling from what Piper told him. She said her grandmother told her a story from long go. Fairy tales were based on true events. The origin of the tales were kept at a secret base in a fortress somewhere. If the book changed, then every fairy tale changed will cause a ripple effect. The lessons from those stories will never be learned, and history will change. Since time moved differently in that realm, they had no clue when midnight came. If midnight strikes before they fix everything, the they are screwed. They had no clue who was doing it, so they asked Rowena for help. Rowena said she knew a potion to vanquish wicked witches. Witch killing bullets won't work, not in that realm. But this witch, she was going down.
As Dean was checking out another room, he didn't see the tall man inside. The last thing he saw was a bright light.
Sam saw a flash on the wall in front of him.
"Dean? Dean!" Oh no. Just then his phone rang.
"Dean?"
"I'm afraid not by dear. Samuel I know who is doing all this. Come back to your room. I need your help."
"Rowena, Dean disappeared." Dammit! He knew he shouldn't have split up. Now he had a third case.
"I'm afraid he is not there anymore. Come. I know how to fix everything. Hurry."
Dammit.
Alex was holding her newborn daughter. Both Jody and Bobby were exhausted. Wow. This birth, was nothing they ever seen. When Alex was about to push, they seen a bright light. Then her baby. It was born with white sparkles. What kind of baby was she? An angel? Neither had no clue. Just then Kevin came running in.
"Alex!"
"SHHH!" Both Bobby and Jody say with fingers on their mouth.
When Kevin saw Alex holding their daughter, he tears up. When he looked into their baby's eyes, he was startled. Their baby was half whitelighter. He was human now, but he recognized the whitelighter's essence. He was an Elder, maybe he took a piece home with him when he fell. He looked at Alex who was smiling.
"Meet your daughter. Micaela Eva Allen."
Jody and Bobby stand back as they watch the new parents. Jody wanted to cry but didn't. She was a grandma. She gestured to Bobby to go outside. Thank goodness the storm stopped.
"You seen anything like this?" Bobby asked.
"No. But nothing surprises me anymore. Wow. I'm a granny." She wanted to cry. "I need to call everyone."
"Okay. I see the ambulance. I'll be back. I'm going to pick up something from the gas mart down the street."
After Alex and Kevin went to the hospital with their daughter, Jody cleaned up the house. Unaware a wolf was in the kitchen. When she saw the wolf, she screamed. The shadow on the wolf just showed Jody getting devoured by the wolf.
Paige felt a shift. Something just happened. Something heavenly? She dragged Charles to the ball. Luckily she ran to a costume store and rented a large mask with gloves. Charles repulsed her, but she needed to keep an eye on Phoebe. Luckily she knew how to fix a transformation spell. She convinced Charles to show up, she knew how important this event was to him. She was determined to enjoy her night, Beast or not.
She was relieved to see Phoebe was okay, she was being courted by two men. Prince Charming, and a handsome guy in a tux. Lucky her. Her prince was a toad. Ugh. She tried to be nice, but couldn't help but feel resentful her night was ruined. Charles must have noticed, he apologized.
"We can leave. I can make it up to you another time."
"No, that's okay. Let's just try to have a good time."
The mirror just watches as another petal fell. He hoped the witch looked inside his heart.
Dean just stared at himself. Great. He was back to being a babyfaced teenager. Based on his 90s blonde hair cut, fourteen? Hmm. He forgotten how handsome he looked back then. Damn. No wonder he lost his virginity so young. He wondered how long he was supposed to stay like this? When he heard footsteps, he quickly armed himself. With what? Looking around, all he saw was about plastic bucket. Beggers can't be choosers. Luckily the footsteps went by his cell. When he heard a scream, he went to open the door to help, but he couldn't. All he saw was a kid his age being dragged away.
"Hey! Let him go!" He demanded. The ugly orge looking guy just turns towards Dean.
"Don't worry. You turn is next. Heh heh heh."
Dean watched helplessly as the boy was dragged away.
"Dammit. Now what." He needed to escape. He had to warn Sam. No way he can take the witch and orge alone. He needed weapons. Plus Sam. Looking around, he saw a window. It looked weak, maybe he can escape? He took the bucket and threw it on the bed. He then dragged the bed underneath the window. It took him a few minutes, but he did it. He shimmied out. He had to hurry, he only had a matter of time before that boy was eaten by the evil witch.
Prue was pacing back and forth. Sam called Piper keeping her updated on what's going on. Getting a hunch, she went to the gift shop downstairs and bought a book of fairy tales.
While she was busy, Prue used her phone to see what happened to the living survivor of the so called "gingerbread curse." She couldn't believe it. Excusing herself, she ran out. She needed to see Olivia.
Rowena was making her potion when Sam stormed in.
"Rowena. What is going on?"
"I was wondering when you'll get here. I was waiting for you. The potion it is almost done. Did you lose your brother. My condolences."
"Not now. Rowena, what is going on?"
"My old enemy. The wicked witch, ancestor to those cursed Loughlins. Little brats. I been searching for her for years. I had no clue she wasn't from this realm. No wonder her descendants are bastards. Anyway, I finished the vanquishing potion. Here. As much as I love to help you, I cannot. I have my own agenda."
"No. About Dean."
"I wouldn't worry about him. If I know your brother, he is on his way here. Speak of the devil. Sam, answer it."
Sam takes out his his gun and answers the door. He couldn't believe it.
Piper knew it. Luckily she knew how to vanquish the witch, and reverse the spells, but she had no idea how to get there. She needed help. Just then a knock.
"Prue?" When she opened it, she was startled to see Jody Mills. What was she doing here? Alex was due to give birth.
"Jody? Hi. What are you doing here?"
Prue was standing behind Olivia's apartment.
"C'mon Liv. Please be here." Luckily for her the door opened. Mostly everyone would be surprised the door would be fixed so quickly, but Olivia lived in a nice apartment building. Her building was quick for repair work.
"Prue? Is everything okay? Did you forget something?"
"No. I mean. Liv. I need to ask you something. It's a emergency."
"Sure. Come in."
"Olivia. Two words Gingerbread House." When Prue saw Olivia's face, she got her answer.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I don't bake. Especially with ginger."
"Olivia. Please. My friends. They need help. My sisters. Tell me everything you know."
"I don't know what you are talking about."
"Twenty years ago. Two adults went missing. A alcoholic named Jason "JP" Peterson and Tina Olive. Rumors was Tina discovered the fountain of youth. Instead of a thirty seven year old, a thirteen year old was found wondering around in baggy clothes. She claimed a orge kidnapped her and JP, and turned them into kids. JP was reportedly eaten. Tina tried warning everyone, but no one believed her. Instead, she was locked away in a institution. Tina. What happened that night."
Olivia glared at Prue.
"Get out."
"Tina..."
"Get out!" She screamed. When Prue wouldn't leave, she pulled out her gun. Prue used her powers to fling the gun away. Tina looked surprised, but remembered Prue was a witch. She started to cry.
"No one believed me. Called me crazy. The doctors, they convinced me, it was all in my head." She sniffles. "But all of it. It was all true. JP, he was a nice guy. He just had a drinking problem. When he disappeared, no one questioned it. He was a traveling salesman. When he never returned, everyone assumed he moved away. So did I. Then a few weeks later, I was throwing out the garbage behind the bar I was working at. All I remembered was a bright light. Then I woke in in the cell next to JP. Then the orge came. I called him a orge, because he was huge and ugly. He took JP away. All I remember was his screams. I heard him begging. Oh god." She was sobbing. "I was scared. I wanted to help him but I couldn't. I managed to escape, than I ran. I tried telling everyone. But no one believed me. Instead they locked me away. Kept me drugged up. The doctors convinced me, I was just hallucinating. I was gone for a week. I was thin and malnourished. But back then, when I was a teenager, I was anorexic. Not by choice, only because my parents were drug addicts. We had no money, and my brother and I starved. Well, I did. I made sure Joel ate every night. I got help, but when I turned back, I didn't expect to be back exactly like I was back then. My failed marriages, my spending habits. I was looking at homelessness. Again. It was a blessed curse. I could start over. I refused to see my parents and my brother. I still resented them, even though Joel told me they went to rehab after I vanished. Personally, too little too late. Joel, I pretended not to know him. He knew. He always knew. But I refused to see him since that day. Besides, he has a normal life. Wife, kids, career. Me, I grew up in foster homes. It wasn't too bad, changed my name, went back to school, fixed up my life, went to the police academy and worked in law enforcement. I became a hunter part time, always make sure no kids ended up like JP and myself. But as much as I tried, I never found the ones that changed me. Prue. I cannot leave my job, there are hunters that need help. I have to protect them."
"I understand. Olivia, what do you remember about that man."
Olivia closed her eyes. She strained her mind. The clothes were old fashioned, same as his hair style. He was ugly, but he always carried a bag around his neck, wait, that symbol. She drew a symbol.
"Hex bag. Thanks Olivia. I have to warn Sam and Dean. Then I have to call my sisters."
As Piper was reading up on her stories, Jody was sniffing around looking into see if anything was here. Protection spells, magical ingredients. Good. No ax either.
When the phone rang, Piper answered it. Not noticing Jody growling softly at her.
"Uh huh. An evil witch? Why doesn't that surprise me. Sam and Dean are on it I bet. Okay. Come here. Bring that ax. Wait, hold on. Hide the ax. But bring it. I can use it to scry. See you soon." Piper hangs up. "Huh. Listen to this. 'Grandmother, what big ears you have."
"Better to hear you with, my dear." Jody says coming closer.
"And then, uh, what big eyes you have."
"To see you better with my dear." She was almost there. Just a few more inches.
"Yeah, yeah and then, what big teeth you have." Piper says reading from her book.
"To eat you better my dear!" When Piper turned around, she started screaming.
Sam jumped when he heard screams.
"Piper. Rowena, can you check on Piper. She is a danger. I can feel it."
Rowena rolls her eyes.
"Give me a minute." She closed her eyes. Oh no. She was in the progress of getting eaten. "Sam, a wolf just ate her."
Both Sam and Dean looked up sharply.
"What! Rowena! Take me to her!" Sam demanded. She was in a hotel room in New York. How?
"Don't ye worry. Prue is almost there. Call her, she can open up the wolf's stomach with that ax of hers."
When Prue hung up, she telepathically astral projected herself to her shared hotel room. Sure enough, the wolf was standing there. Seeing Prue, it started snarling and growling at her. Prue had a illusion of an ax, hopefully it fooled the wolf to freeing her sister.
"Let my sister go! Now!" The wolf turns around and tries to jump inside the book, suddenly it blows up, and both Piper and Jody Mills fly out. Huh? What is going on around here? Luckily, both land on the beds.
"Its about time. The wolf smelled." Jody says smiling. She survived that?
Phoebe was smiling. She was having a good time. She danced with both Prince Charming and Adam Prinze. Both were sweet, but she couldn't decide on either. She looked at Paige who didn't look too happy. When the clock was almost midnight, Adam walked up to Phoebe and whispered in her ear. Phoebe walked out smiling.
Paige tried to have a good time but couldn't. She was in a bad mood. Tonight was supposed to be her time to shine. She had a gorgeous dress, a rich boyfriend and was supposed to be the most romantic night of her life. Instead she was babysitting Phoebe who was wearing those cursed shoes, her boyfriend was a literal beast, and she was sore. She just wanted her night to end. When she saw Phoebe was gone, she panicked. She heard the chimes. Shit.
"I'll be right back." Shit. Where was Phoebe? She didn't see Adam, the guy she last danced with, but she did see Prince Charming. He was about to leave.
"Excuse me!" Paige rips off her shoes. "Hi. My sister. Where is she? You know, Cinderella. I mean Phoebe."
"She just left. With that guy." He was disappointed. She was beautiful, she danced with him more than that Adam guy. He was about to ask her for her number, but she went down the hall.
"What direction? Please!" Paige begged. Oh god. If she gets in that carriage, it was over.
"To the left."
"Thank you." Paige had to hurry. She ran down to the exit. She had to save Phoebe.
"What are we doing back here?" This was the back. When she saw the carriage, she turned around to run. When Adam grabbed her, she started screaming. "No!" She tried to struggle, leaving behind a glass slipper.
Paige ran out as she witnessed Adam throwing Phoebe in the carriage.
"No!"
The witch smiles.
"The End."
One witch down, three to go. As the screen faded. The last image showed the pumpkin and mice on the ground.
Sam was deeply relieved when Piper called him back. She blew up the wolf from the inside. Prue came running in right after her astral self faded. Luckily, she had her ax. Rowena smiled at Sam.
"Told you. Okay. I see we have another problem. Dean. Getting mixed up with Hansel. He is wicked. He works for Katja, biggest glutton I know."
"Wasn't my idea."
"You want to return to normal, get that hex bag around his neck. The spell can be reversed. Hurry. You have two hours to fix everything, kill the witch, and the wolf."
"We can take care of the witch. Then, the werewolf. Let's go Sam.''
"Wait! You can't just kill the wolf. Only the pig can. Or one of his children."
"Why?'' Teen Dean asked.
"In the original story, the wolf was boiled alive. Then the pigs ate him." Sam explained.
"Can you be any more gay? Fine. I don't think Kyle will eat the werewolf, but we have to convince him to boil some water. Where can we find a pot big enough to hold something of that size?" Dean wonders after sassing Sam. Sam just rolled his eyes. He remembered Dean's macho stage, he was determined to lose his virginity to Amanda Herkerling when she wanted to wait. So Dean cheated on her with Candy Kane. Yeah, that was her real name. That was Dean's biggest regret. Dean realized too late Amanda was the one. She turned the whole class against him, and Dean spent the entire three weeks they had left shunned by the whole school. Dean was happy to leave, he hated that place. Sam didn't blame Amanda, but he knew to never bring it up.
"Let's go."
They go to Hansel's house. They were determined to kill the witch. They read the legends of the town. Countless children went missing, not always here, but also in the old country. The brothers Grimm, they were hunters. They failed to kill the witch, but were descended from the original hunters. Same with many writers back then. The Men of Letters had lore on them, according to Daniel's notes. The original fairy tale book, it is hidden.
When Sam and Dean sneak in, Sam hides behind the door as Dean picks up the plastic bucket. Sure enough, Hansel walked in carrying keys.
"It is time. Dinner will be served soon, just missing the spice."
Sam points his gun at Hansel.
"Take me to the witch."
The witch hums as she chooses up onions. This meal. Yum. She seen the young man Hansel brought home, he would make a fine roast. She had her apple ready. But for now, she was making a soup. The thin boy behind her will make a delicious appetizer.
"The water is almost boiled. Once I cut you up, you will taste absolutely delicious. So precious. Your bones will make a fine bread. Yum. I'll be eating well for the next few days." She hums as the boy watches in horror. When Hansel walked in, she greeted him, but stopped short when she saw the gun. She wasn't worried. She was immune to bullets. "I see you brought my spice. Plus some extras. Oh Hansel! You will eat prime rib from that one once I turn him." She hums as she peeled a potato. Sam just stared at her. He had to hurry, luckily, he knew a spell.
"Bah rah gah doh!" As he blew some camomile on Hansel's face. Sure enough, he fell to the floor snoring.
Katja was impressed.
"You a witch? Would you like to be my apprentice? Hansel here, he is getting up in age, plus he cannot perform magic. But you, you are strong and healthy. Join me, and I'll show you magic not even The Grand Coven knows."
"Nah. Dean now!" Dean then shoots her. Katja starts laughing.
"Foolish boy. Bullets don't work on me, not even witch killing bullets."
"Maybe not, but I do know my fairy tales." Dean sasses. He then picks up the bag and squeezes it. Reversing the magic of himself and the boy behind him.
He then shoves the bag into Katja's mouth, and pushes her into the hot oven. Katja screams as she is burned. Dean shuts the vent to silence her. Without the witch's magic, Hansel ages rapidly and turns into a skeleton which turns into dust.
"About time, ya idjits." Bobby says sitting on the chair. "Well. Are you just going to stand there or will you untie me."
Sam unties Bobby. Dean just apologizes.
"Sorry I took so long. Bobby, how did you get here?"
"That apprentice of hers, he can travel freely. He grabbed me while I was picking up diapers for Alex."
"Alex had a baby? What is it?" Dean asks curious. He didn't know Alex well, but he knew Jody.
"A girl. Can't recall her name, anyways. You have to kill that werewolf. Sunrise will be here in a few hours."
"Your right. Bobby, you need a ride?"
Kyle Baycon just wonders around his plant. He had to plan funerals for his two brothers. He wanted his inheritance, but not like this. He wouldn't know what to tell his boys. Robert, Warren and Tom will wonder why their uncles won't be coming over again. They were only toddlers, but they loved their uncles. Triplets. He had to provide for his sons. Plus, his sisters in laws. He sighed. When he heard a growl, he stiffened. Not again.
Paige screamed as Adam picked up the pumpkin holding it above his head as he was preparing to smash it.
"Stop!"
"I can't. The witch, she'll kill me." Adam groans in reluctance. He was about to throw it down, just as Paige shouts,
"Pumpkin!" It orbed into her arms. Huh? Seeing Prince Charming, she asks him to hold Phoebe. "Excuse me, can you hold this. Be very gentle." She walks up to Adam Prinze and punches him across the face. "Ow! Consider this your lucky day.'' She shakes her hand. That really hurt! At least Phoebe was safe. Wait, if her powers work, maybe she can orb. She thanked Charming and took the pumpkin and walked back inside.
Coop Webster watches in amusement as Adam Prinze rubs his face. He was glad to dress up as Prince Charming. He danced with Cinderella. Speaking of, she forgot her shoe. Picking it up, he went to find his princess.
The evil witch was furious. All her plans were ruined. Wait a minute, she still had Snow White. Plus, she had Little Red Riding Hood's cloak. Hmph. The wolf failed, but she won't. She can kill the witch herself. She had less than an hour left. When she put it on, the mirror was confused.
"This didn't happen in the story."
"I'm making it up. Besides, Sleeping Beauty's story hasn't been told yet."
The sisters were pleased to see Paige was okay, especially when they found out she had her whitelighters powers back. Seeing the pumpkin, they looked confused. .
"What's with the pumpkin?" Piper asked.
"This is Phoebe. Do me a favor. Watch her. Ah, it feels good to be back." Seeing Jody, she asked if she wanted a lift. Jody agreed. They disappeared in sparkles of light.
Prue was exhausted. Piper wanted nothing more than sleep. But their work wasn't done yet. She agreed took take the first shift. Unfortunately, she accidentally fell asleep.
The witch appears in the room. Armed with a needle, she plants it for the witch. She then vanishes.
Bobby hearing back from Jody, was pleased to find out she was okay. He declined a ride from Paige, instead he said he wanted to stay and help the hunters in the area. Sam and Dean decided to go and hunt that werewolf. On their way to the construction site, they seen ambulances and firetrucks. Curious, they pull over. They sen a body bag, being wheeled away, along with Kyle Baycon getting interviewed by police. Huh? They pull up behind some dumpsters and put on their fed suits.
Kyle thanked the policeman and walked away. He hoped that was the end. Seeing Detectives Plant and Page, he groaned. Not again.
"Kyle Baycon, is it alright if we ask for another interview?" Sam asked. Dean was busy interviewing the firemen.
"Look. I don't know what I can tell you. It was a accident. My plant, it doesn't just create building materials, it also makes steel. That guy that attacked me and murdered my brothers, he broke in my plant. Presumably to sabotage it. My lawyers as well as my safety guys are inspecting. I caught him red handed, we fought when he tried to attack me, but...oh god." Kyle felt sick at the next event. " He...he fell. He fell in a steel tank of boiling hot water. Oh god." Kyle wanted to puke. He swallowed hard. "Those screams. They weren't human. They sounded animalistic. He was cooked alive." He started crying. "Look. I hated him, he killed my brothers, but I wanted to get justice. But not like this. Look, I need to go. I have to see my guys."
"Thank you for your time." Yikes. No one deserved to go out like that, not even werewolves. When Dean saw Sam he was about to gesture him to leave, but he saw that little girl. She was asking Dean to follow her. When Dean went behind the firetruck where she went, she was standing there. She just stood there staring at Dean. Then she faded away leaving a red apple.
As they were driving away, Dean was telling Sam about the apple.
"Fairy tale magic. Snow White and her evil stepmother. Poisons the girl, Snow White goes into a deep sleep."
"Dean. Did you notice anything unusual at the hospital? It all started there."
Dean thought about it. Wait. There was a beautiful woman laying deathly still. She looked like Snow White. Plus her room, her room was surrounded by windows.
"The glass coffin. Dean, we may be dealing with an angry spirit."
"Well, we can't exactly burn the bones, the girl is still alive. I remember the movie. The porn version anyways. The evil stepmother, phew. She was wicked." Dean's favorite fairy porno. Although, Cinderella was great as well. Dean wished he was Cindy in that movie, I mean to serve three bossy steps, Cinderella should have been grateful. Especially when she got tied up on the attic scene. Dean used up lots of tissue. Obviously, not for crying.
"We have to put that spirit to rest. Dean. Let's head back to the motel and get some shut eye."
When Paige got a phone call from Charles' driver, she immediately orbed back to the party. An ambulance was called, he had a heart attack. Paige felt incredibly guilty. He really was sick. Oh god. If he dies, Paige will never forgive herself.
Seeing the ambulance, she rushes up to Charles. The paramedics were professional, but Paige could see how disgusted they were about his looks. She wanted to scream. Charles was gorgeous. It wasn't his fault he was allergic. She then realized. She was in love. She decided to follow him to the hospital. She had to tell him how she felt. Hopefully it wasn't too late.
She was forced to wait in the waiting room at the hospital. She didn't know what hospital she was at, all she knew is that Charles was okay. Seeing a doctor, she hoped for the best.
Dr Clark walked towards Paige.
"Miss Roget?" Paige lied and said she was his sister. Otherwise the doctors won't let her see Charles.
"My brother. Is he okay." Please let him.
"He is resting. His heart, he had a mild heart attack. Miss Roget.."
"Paige."
"Paige. We need to perform some tests. But we need to keep him here. Plus we need to see his medical info."
"I can call his parents, I mean mom and dad. They live in San Francisco, but they can fax it here. Can I see him?"
"For a few minutes."
"Thank you."
The rose's petals are almost gone. The mirror can only watch.
Paige seeing Charles, tears up. He looked so helpless. Paige was mentally kicking herself for not listening to Charles earlier. Sure he didn't look the same, but deep down he was still the same kind hearted man she fell deeply in love with. Paige just hoped he could hear her.
"Charles. It's me Paige." Charles just slept peacefully.
"I'm so sorry. I should have listened to you. The party, my shoes, none of it means anything. I love you. Dammit Charles. I love you. I will always love you. No matter what." Paige cries till she heard Charles' soft moans.
"Paige? Where am I?" Paige was so happy, she kissed him, not caring if Dr Clark sees them.
The rose petals are back as one, the rose is once again strong and healthy.
Piper woke up and sees the witch.
"Prue!"
"Too late witch." She pulls out a knife. She laughs as both witches powers don't work.
"As you can see, you are both helpless. My powers are great. I didn't live this long being stupid. Now prepare to die."
Piper throws the potion at the evil witch's feet.
"Nooooo! I'm melting, I'm melting!" She melts into a puddle of goo, leaving the red cloak behind.
"Good thing Sam sent that over." Prue remarked. When Paige took Jody home, Sam called Piper, that his friend Rowena finished her potion. So Piper called Paige, and Paige went and picked it up. Piper and Prue decided to wait in their room. Sure enough, the witch walked right into their trap.
Phoebe found herself sitting on top of the dresser.
"How did I get here?"
"The Evil Witch is dead. Yet I'm still trapped. Please someone find the map." The mirror asks for whomever is listening.
Piper hearing a faint cry for help, sees the cloak.
"Excuse me. I have some stuff to bring home."
Phoebe was back in her normal clothes, but she needed to see her Prince.
"Can I borrow cab fare?"
Once Piper returned everything, the assistant was freed.
"Oh thank you! I didn't think anyone could hear my cries for help. You saved the Fairy Tales."
"Future Generations need those stories. Wait a minute. Where's Cinderella's slippers?" Everything was back in its rightful place, except one.
"When the shoe fits."
The party was over. She ignored Adam Prinze who was calling her name. She hoped he was still there. Sure enough, he was sitting on a chair having a drink. Phoebe nervously walks up to him, surprised to see who it was.
"Mr Webster?"
"Cinderella? Wow. Your hair. The last time I saw you was LA. I never got a chance to thank you for saving my life or my students." Thinking back on that field trip at the museum.
"Phoebe."
"Coop."
Adam Prinze just watches as they talk. When "Prince Charming" put the shoe on her foot, he knew he already lost. He didn't mind, he just hoped she was happy. That teacher, Coop Webster was a good man.
Once Piper went home, thanks to the Ruby Slippers, the glass shoes were back in their proper place.
"Hopefully they live Happily Ever After." The new Guardian says watching the mirror. He then took the mirror and set it down. He needed to find a stronger nail.
The next day Sam and Dean had the uncomfortable task of putting the girl's spirit to rest. But how? In the end, it was Sam that volunteered to do it.
Dean went to get a cup of coffee.
Dr Garrison and Sam argued, till the spirit of Callie Garrison appeared in the room.
"It wasn't her fault or yours. Callie, she is trying to tell you her story."
Dr Garrison cried. For years he didn't want to see it. He was a lonely man, and when he met his second wife, he thought she'll love his daughter. He ignored Callie's cries and bruises. He always thought she was just clumsy. Then when she got sick the first time, he always bought his wife's explanations, that she was just sickly. She relished in the attention, the two loving parents, the gifts, the sympathy. Then Callie drank that bleach at her birthday party. White dress with a red ribbon, Callie loved it, said she looked like Snow White.
This time around she couldn't wake up. She went in a coma. His wife died last year, she hung herself in their basement. Dr Garrison thought it was because of Callie's coma, but now he realized it was because of her stepdaughter. She couldn't live with the guilt. Especially with Callie leaving red apples everywhere. He cried looking at her spirit.
"I'm so sorry. I hope you can forgive me." He turns around and kisses her now grown up body. He sobbed when the machines whined.
Later that week Dean and Sam had one last case. Finding out where Dean was the night before.
Adam was ready. He was ready to accomplish his mission. To close the Gates of Hell. He already had his target, the demon was locked up in a cage. He had to hurry, the coronation is about to begin. If the new Queen is crowned, and the Heir conceived, Hell will come to Earth. The Creature will come, even God and His Sister cannot destroy It.