The young woman sobs as she reads her scrapbook. The headline screams:
Couple Burns To Death In Burning Car
She knew it wasn't her fault, her parents told her so. But the guilt of being unable to save her brother and his girlfriend from driving off. She couldn't live with the guilt. It was her car. She knew she should have checked the brakes, but she had no money to fix it. She spent most of her time helping others, whenever she wasn't busy. She sobbed reading the article. But why did she feel so guilty? Her brother stole her keys, he robbed them while she was volunteering at the rest home.
Then her head tells her, she should have hid the keys better.
She threw down the scrapbook and ran out of her apartment. She knew she needed to do what she had to do.
A few minutes later she found herself on her apartment building's rooftop. Tears running down her face, she was there to make things right. When she close to the edge, she stopped.
"What am I doing? This isn't me.'' She turned to back in, not knowing she wasn't alone.
'It is my fault. I should have have hid the keys better. Maybe both would still be alive.'
''It is my fault. I killed them."
'I only hurt the ones I love.'
"I hurt everyone."
'I bring curses to everyone'
"I'm cursed."
With tears streaming down her face, she walks to the edge.
Prue was singing Natalie Imbruglia's hit "Torn." No matter how many times she listened to it, she never got tired of it. She sings as she drove down the street. Oh great. She was so busy singing, she didn't see the roadwork. She slowed down her black sports Miata when she got close to the construction site. Stopping the car, she waits patiently for the guy to give his signal. She was just humming when she saw a bus go by. The bus' ad caught her eye.
'Save lives.' Huh. It was a ad for seatbelts. Prue looked at it for a second before she drove away again. She drove down the street till she saw a crowd of people in front of a apartment building. There was emergency vehicles everywhere. What exactly was going on around here? When she looked up, she found herself on the roof.
"Hey. Whatever you do, nothing is worth that. Don't jump." Prue astral projected herself on the rooftop. That seatbelt ad she seen, no way it could have been a coincidence.
Maggie Murphy turns around. 'Huh?' How did she get up here? She was sure she locked the door.
"How did you get here?" She demanded.
"Does it matter? I'm here to help you."
"Stay back!" Maggie demanded.
"Take my hand. I can listen." Prue holds up her hand.
Maggie shakes her head.
"Nobody can help me."
"This isn't the answer."
"All i wanted is to help people. Now all I do is hurt them." Maggie moans in regret. How did her life get to this point? No matter. After this, it wouldn't matter anymore.
When Prue gestures for Maggie to come to her, Maggie hesitates. But before she could do anything, she slipped. Prue with her lightning flash reflexes, grabs her arm before she fell.
The audience below screams as Maggie hangs in the air. Terrified she kill them both, she begs Prue to let her go.
"Just let go." She begs.
Prue desperately tries to hang on. But Maggie slips out of her hands.
"No!" Prue screams. The next second, she finds herself in her car. Hearing Maggie screaming, she uses her powers to guide her towards the awning next door. Hopefully it breaks her fall.
Maggie lands safely on the awning. The crowd was confused on how she moved in thin air, but they were mostly relieved Maggie was alive.
The last thing she sees before getting loaded in a ambulance was Prue standing in a crowd in front of her. No way she can reach the ground floor before she fell. Even if she was a Olympic runner, the staircases were locked.
Prue was standing in the crowd by the awning. She was there to see if Maggie was okay. But when she saw Maggie staring at her, she realized her mistake. She quickly leaves.
"Wait!" Maggie calls out. She had a guardian angel. Finally.
The Darklighter glares at Maggie.
'Well of all the luck.'
Eghh. Why was the ground so wet. Blech. Dean slowly opens his eyes. He saw a rabbit next to him chewing leaves.
"Hey buddy." Dean says picking him up. "Do you know where I am?" The rabbit continues chewing. "Guess not." He gently puts him down. Getting up, he takes out his phone to call Sam. His phone was cracked and broken. Naturally.
He walks out glad to see he was in civilization. Seeing a woman jogging with her baby stroller, he asks to borrow her phone. Scared, she hands him a twenty.
"Don't just buy a drink." She lectures him. Dean just pockets it. Seeing a man jogging with his dog he begs him to borrow his phone.
"Hi. I'm not a bum, I just really need to call someone." He dials a number he memorized by heart.
Sam was typing on his laptop, killing time. Right now he was curious to see the weird events going on. Apparently, Paige got her whitelighter powers back. It was Alex's daughter that did it. He called Castiel, and he himself was mystified. The angels cannot take away a newborn, but to make sure, Alex and Kevin went into hiding. Sam didn't have time to worry about that, Dean never came home last night. In the old days, Sam knew he would have picked up random girls and took them back somewhere, but since he met Jenna, he stopped doing that. Hearing the phone ring, he was wondering who was calling him. It was a blocked number.
"Hello?"
"Sam?"
"Dude, where the hell have you been?" Sam was worried. They just finished a case. Dean himself was almost in trouble. Sam was worried sick.
"Honestly? I'm not really sure." That was the truth. He didn't remember anything. The only thing he remembered was waking up.
"Where are you now?"
Looking around, Dean had no clue.
"I'm not really sure either." Seeing the guy looking impatient, he looks around. Seeing a sign called "Waldo's Waffles" he realized how hungry he was.
"How do you feel about waffles?"
Sam was confused.
"What?"
"Never mind. I mean. Who doesn't love waffles. They're fluffy, delicious, with syrup in those little pockets, with whipped cream..." Dean's mouth watered. "Just meet me at Waldo's." Thanking the guy, he hung up.
Sam hung up confused. This was a small town. Not many places called Waldo's.
Maggie is lead to a police station by a detective. When he opens the door, she hesitates
"I-I can't go in there." No way. Not again. The memories of her brother's death still haunted her. Her parents crying, his girlfriend's dad yelling. She wanted to faint.
The cop was sympathetic. But he had to do his job.
"I'm afraid you don't have a choice."
Reluctantly she goes inside. She was scared. So many guns. She closed her eyes and tried to slow down her beating heart.
During her interview, Maggie said she had no choice. All she did was hurt people. She wanted to do a world a favor and end it all. Then she saw her guardian angel.
"A what?" The cop asked. All he did was pray. No angel ever answered his prayers. He went to church every Sunday, he volunteered. No angel came to him. He seen the interviews, the miracles. Why didn't they help his wife? His kids? They died in that freeway accident. That earthquake. They took everything he ever cared about. Now he hated religion.
"When I was up there alone. She appeared out of nowhere. She caught me when I slipped. But when I fell, it was like time slowed down. She guided me to that awning. She...she saved me." Maggie closed her eyes. Those eyes. They were so kind.
Detective Dennis Mitchell was getting a headache. This woman gets a second chance. What about him? He gestures to another police officer to watch over Maggie.
"I'm gonna get you a cup of coffee."
Prue was shaken when she drove back home. She recently moved back home after they came back from New York. She was currently deciding what to do. Stay here in San Francisco and stay at 415 since they offered her a raise, or move to NYC since 415 NY wanted her to work under famous photographer Finley Beck. Prue was tempted, he was her idol. Although she heard he was notoriously difficult to work with. Both Phoebe and Paige were trying to get her to stay, since Piper was leaving after her wedding.
But even if she did stay, Phoebe was thinking of moving to a condo. Plus she was having a long distance relationship with that Coop guy. The guy she saved awhile back ago. Paige was considering moving in with her boyfriend. Seeing Phoebe, she silently groaned. She needed to be alone. Good thing Piper was working, she was working at Sacred Meadows as a cook. She was supposed to go to Kansas, but she needed to make money first. She wanted to save up for her wedding and subsequent move. Paige was most likely working at her new job, a travel agent. She wanted to prove she wasn't after Charles' money.
"Hey Prue! How's things. Did you decide yet?"
"No." She was still reeling from the shock of the what ifs. What if she didn't see that sign. What if she didn't take that route down that construction block. Oh man. What if she didn't astral project?
Seeing Prue's face, Phoebe asked what's wrong.
"There was a accident. A woman. She jumped off a building." Oh god. The screams. She sounded so hopeless.
"Oh my god. She didn't..." She didn't want to finish it. It was too horrible.
"No. I got there in time. Phoebe. I used my powers. She is okay."
"Phew. That's good news right?"
"You would think so. But what if I didn't get there on time? What if I didn't have my powers?"
"But you were there. You saved her. Don't think like that. You were meant to be there. I believe that. It was fate."
"Funny you should say that. I saw a sign. It said 'Save Lives.' It was so weird."
"Well, take it as it is. Where is she?"
"Probably the police station. Andy, when he was still alive, he used to take suicidal people to the police station to fill out paperwork. Then he drove them to the hospital."
"Well that is where she must be. Do you know her?"
Prue thinks. Wait a minute. She remembered reading a blog about her. Her colleague at 415 wrote a article about her. She took out her cell. There she is. Maggie Murphy. She was a saint. She was probably the friendliest, most helpful person to ever exist. She went out of her way to help others, never taking praise for her work. Leo remarked that people like that are/were destined to be future whitelighters. The whitelighters were gone, though Paige got her powers back. When Paige called Castiel, he said he didn't know. Michael was no help, he never answered Paige's prayers anymore. He was too busy with Jack.
"Here. There she is."
"Holy shit. I know her. Maggie. She used to volunteer at the soup kitchen. She was one of the friendliest people I ever met. She was so good. She never took any praise or compliments. She didn't just volunteer, she also helped raise funds for various charities. She was living a charmed life. Until six months ago. Now she rarely leaves her house. It was like, she stepped into a mine of bad luck. Accidents, bad luck, it was like, Murphy's Luck. She just managed to avoid a lawsuit. Poor girl." Phoebe usually didn't read Palz, but she was under scrutiny. She was becoming a meme. "I was thinking of interviewing her for my podcast."
"I hope it isn't anything bad. She doesn't need anymore bad publicity." Prue remarked. She took out her photography equipment. Hmm. Looks like she needed a new battery. Her camera wasn't working so well these last few weeks.
"Of course not. I wanted to talk to her about her life. Her volunteer work. I was hoping the publicly would cheer her up."
"Well to be sure, come with me to the the police station. I want to see if she is okay."
"Okay. I also want to study psychology."
"You did. In college."
"I know that. But something like this, many people would need help. My podcast wouldn't be enough. I was thinking. If this podcast thing wouldn't work out, I was thinking of becoming a psychiatrist or a counselor. Paige was one, although she admitted it was hard."
"Dr Halliwell. I like the sound of that." Prue remarked absently, still looking at her camera. Maybe she needs new lens too.
A doctor. Nothing like that fake, Dr Phil. A real doctor. Her own office, a name on the door. A talk show. She dreamily followed Prue out the door.
The Darklighter sensed Maggie here. Her life was saved, but no matter. Her soul was his. Before he can go in, he was grabbed by the demon Zankou.
"You and I have to have a little chat." They disappear in a flame of fire before anyone saw them.
Dean thanks the waitress as he polishes of his blueberry waffle. Yum. He ordered a second waffle, this time the Strawberry Chocolate Bonanza. He was starving. If only he can remember the night before. God he needed aspirin. This hangover was brutal.
Sam walks in amused at Dean. He was eating junk as usual. Sam liked indulging, but as he got older, he didn't do it as much anymore. Besides, he already ate. He sits down besides Dean and orders a coffee.
"Did you bring..." Tapping his head. Amused, Sam hands him a bottle.
"Rough night?"
"Rough morning. Ugh." He opens the bottle and chews. Tasted like shit, but it worked quicker.
"What happened, you just went to pick up some food." That was hours ago. Ugh. Dean definitely did more than eating. Good thing Jenna wasn't here, she'll kill Dean. She was always understanding, except when Dean drinks. Dean usually overdoes it at bars.
"I blacked out. Whatever I did, it was epic." Wait. "Sam, don't tell Jen. She'll kill me." Dean usually handled his drinking, but since he met Jenna, he didn't indulge as much.
"Cross my heart. I tried to call you "
Dean pulled out his now broken phone.
"Don't know how the hell that happened."
Sam scoffed in amusement. Just like Dean to party hard. Just like the old days.
"Well, I'll text Cas, he was worried about you. He said he found out something about the Trails. Plus Jenna called, you said you'll call her back last night, to let her know how the latest case went."
"Shit. I was supposed to call her? Good thing she's in France, otherwise I wouldn't be sitting here."
"What can she do, make you eat tofu pancakes and drink wheatgrass juice?" Sam teased.
"Don't remind me. Ugh. I was in the toilet for two days. Man needs his meat." Dean shuddered at the memory.
"Here. Order something. Or eat this." Dean says pushing the waffles towards Sam.
"No thanks. Dean, I just got the results back from the coroner. It opens in five minutes."
Dean takes the waffles back. He hated wasting food. Sam looked at Dean. Dean looked terrible.
"You are not twenty anymore. Maybe you should slow down." Sam lectured.
"Dude. I can handle it. Besides, I can still kick your ass." He burps. "Hey, can I have a refill for both my drinks?" Gesturing to his empty orange juice and coffee. He needed to wash the food down.
A girl walking by notices Dean.
"Oh my god." She hides with her friends. She knew who he was, they met a while back ago. He claimed to be a talent scout. Unfortunately, he had to leave town before their first date. But he promised to call her whenever he was in town.
"Finish up, we have to go see the evidence." Sam orders. "But first take a shower. Ugh."
"The evidence? Guy has been dead for days, he must be in the ground by now."
"Do you remember anything? Bobby checked out his body. His car, his apartment."
"Right, right. Barry Gilman. No hex bags, no EMF, no sulfur, nothing. Which means no case." Dean's headache was coming back. It was too early for this. All he wanted to do was sleep.
"You sure you're not still drunk?" Ugh. Dean smelled like a brewery. Sam was surprised the waitress fed him. But then again, this was a bus stop.
"Then why did he eat money?" Sam wondered.
Dean thanks the waitress and drinks both his coffee and juice.
"Dunno. Mob hit. Maybe suicide. Death by money. Kind of ironic." Barry Gilman was a accountant. He polishes up his waffles. Hopefully this hangover went away, his head was pounding.
"Well, I'm checking out the morgue. You can stay here and wait for your hangover to go away."
"Wait. I'll come with you.'' He pays for the check. Before he left, the girl walks up to Dean.
"Hi." She said shyly. She couldn't wait to introduce him. He dream to become a actress was coming true.
Dean looked confusedly at her.
"Who are you?"
Slap!
"Yep, epic night." Hopefully Jenna never found out. Wait, who's Jenna?
After Dean's shower, he and Sam went to check out the morgue. The body was already gone, but the evidence was still there.
Reading the autopsy report. Guy died from suffocation. Dean felt sick when Sam pulled up bags of bloody money.
"Big breakfast." Ugh. Dean was already regretting it. He tried not to puke.
When Sam pulled up the next bag, his suspicions was right.
"Well, well. You were saying about ironic mobster, a suicide?" Sam says holding up a hex bag.
"Witches. What can I say." When Sam cleared his throat in annoyance, Dean remembered. Sam was marrying a witch. Plus becoming a witch himself. "Sorry."
"Guy pumps himself full of cash, he dies choking on it. Sounds like a hex."
Dean snorts at the irony.
"Mo money, mo problems." Quoting his favorite song back in high school. He loved classic rock, bit occasionally listened to other genres.
"Hope you're still drunk."
They walk out of the coroners office talking about the case. Dean was half listening to Sam's theory, hell he couldn't remember what he was just doing a while back ago. Like what he ate this morning. When they got into the car, Dean looked confusedly at his keys. Which one was it?
"The square one. Sure you're alright?" Dean didn't look so great.
"I'm fine." He turns on his engine. Sam jumped when Dean went forward, instead of backward, almost hitting a pedestrian.
"Really?" The woman says in annoyance.
"Sorry!" Sam calls out. "Dean. What's going on with you?"
Dean's eyesight was blurry. Where was he? Who was he with? What is his name?
"Who's Dean?"
Prue smiled as Maggie's bad luck ran out. She was smiling despite short circuiting the police station's equipment, including the computers. She accidentally tripped a guy carrying a water jug refill, when she stretched her legs, causing a near disaster. Prue felt bad for her, so she cast a spell.
"From this moment on your pain is erased
Your bad luck as well
Enjoy your good luck Maggie
You are free from this hell."
"Let's go." Neither notices the darklighter causing his own bad luck curse on Prue. He abandoned his quest on Maggie for now, he was under new orders from Zankou. To kill the would be Queen.
Prue stops in her tracks when she felt a cold chill.
"Whoa."
"What is it?" Phoebe asks.
"Nothing. Just a cold draft."
Phoebe was impressed by Prue's spell. She remarked it took her a few tries before she got one right.
"You told me to speak from my heart. Not bad for my first try. C'mon. Today is my lucky day." As Prue pulls out, she didn't see the police car behind her.
BANG! The sudden movement causes Phoebe to get knocked out from hitting her head on the dashboard.
"Phoebe? Phoebe! Oh god." She called 911.
The darklighter smiled. He had his orders, but Zankou didn't say anything about Prue Halliwell's soul. He can trade her during the next auction. He can finally move on up. He's been in his current position for too long.
"Enjoy your luck witch."
Paige was home, she was tired from the travel agency. Phew. Who would have thought just booking people's vacations would turn into her becoming a counselor. Just today, a newlywed couple was arguing where to go on vacation. The guy named Liam wanted to go to Australia, while his husband, Bryan wanted to go to Greece. They argued for fifteen minutes till Paige suggested a European-Oceania cruise. It cost more, but both flights were packaged in a deal. Plus they can see more countries. Both had a lightbulb moment and thanked Paige. Paige's boss was happy with her and gave her a gift card to Starbucks. Paige was currently drinking a mocha grande. Hearing the door open, she greeted her sisters.
"Hey! You never believe my day."
"Me neither." When Prue told her what happened, Paige was in shock.
"Oh my god. Phoebe are you alright?"
"Mild concussion. I'm fine. You should see Prue's car. Ow."
"I have insurance. Sure you're okay? You want to lay down? I can get you some aspirin."
"I'm fine. Nothing like back in high school, when we ran that red light." Phoebe says in a light tone. That sucked. She was in the hospital for a week. Prue excused herself, saying she had to lie down. The guilt of that accident still haunted her.
"What accident?" Paige asked.
"Long story. About that job? How is it?"
Dean and Sam go back in their motel room. Sam drove, he didn't trust Dean to drive. They were still in town, they solved the case of that werewolf as well as "Snow White" and the evil witch. Sam was trying to insist Dean to relax before they solved the latest case.
"Sam, how many times do I have to tell you. I'm fine." Which bed was his again? He just picked the one by the bathroom.
"Maybe you were hexed. You forgot your own name."
"For a second. If a witch, I mean a evil witch,"(seeing Sam's expression) took a shot at me, I'll be dead. I mean look at Dory."
"Dory?"
"You know that fish. I'm not apologizing for loving that fish." Thinking of that movie.
"Okay. But something is wrong." Sam thinks what does Dean like? Oh yea, classic rock. When he asked Dean about one of his favorite bands, Dean asked what year. He answered the first member, but couldn't remember the rest, claiming he was tired. Sam was going to ask another question till his phone rang.
"Excuse me. Hello? Oh hi Jenna!" He said in a cheerful voice. Hearing her name, Dean gestures to the phone. "Yea, he's right here. Wait, he just has to use the bathroom first." He smiled when Dean glared at him.
"Give me that. Hey babe. How's, um (what place was she again?) oh yeah, France?" He hoped he was right.
While he was talking, Sam was reading that coroners report. Since Dean was busy talking, he went to use the bathroom. He wanted to call Piper to check in what was going on at her new job at Sacred Meadows. He and Dean were going home after this case, their boss called from Lawrence, they were going to start Monday.
When he came out, Dean was sitting there looking at the phone. Dean was confused. He knew her, but didn't. He smiled thinking of her voice. She sounded so sexy. Who was she? Eh, he and Sam were on a case. Whatever it is.
"Dean, I need to use the phone. Are you okay by yourself?"
"Huh? Yeah. It's too dark in here. I'm going to turn on the...um, light stick."
Sam just looked at Dean. Okay. Something is definitely wrong. He wrote on his note pad.
"Lamp. That's what I mean."
"Dean. I going to make some calls, here. Watch some TV, take a nap. Stay." He ordered.
"Who died and made you the boss?" Dean mumbled. Might as well take Sam's advice. Not to take a nap, but to watch TV.
Prue was tossing and turning. She tried but sleep didn't come. Might as well check up on that woman. She goes downstairs and asks Phoebe and Paige to come with her to the hospital. Phoebe agreed, but Paige hesitated.
"Something wrong Paige?" Phoebe asked.
"Uh, maybe I should stay behind." Paige didn't want to tell them, she felt really uneasy. That feeling started as soon as she came back. Since she got her active powers back, she felt a dark presence here. It felt like darklighter magic, but way stronger. Whatever this was, it took souls. Special souls.
Good thing Prue wasn't driving, she felt scared. She let Phoebe drive, she didn't trust herself to do it.
Phoebe seeing Prue so tense asked if she was okay. Prue lied and said she was just tired. No way was she driving again. What happens next time? Phoebe may get hurt again.
"Boy does it feel weird being back here." Phoebe remarked. "The last time I was here, I was a patient." Phoebe barely remembered that time, her mind was shattered. She did remember the fear when those demons came. Especially Dr Nice. She shivered.
Prue felt nervous. Was it her turn as well? They walk up to the desk.
"Hi, we are here to see our cousin, Maggie Murphy?"
They talked to the guy doctor treating Maggie, he said she was in a severe case of manic depression and was in danger of hurting herself. Prue found that odd. Maggie had that good luck spell, she was smiling and laughing.
"Well Maggie's case is different, in her case, she will go back to the deep, dark place in her head, unable to recover." The doctor said in a dark tone. What no one knew, the real doctor was dead, the darklighter slashed his wrists. The doctor bleed out before the sisters came in, which is why he was wearing a long doctors coat and had his hands and wrists in his pocket. He smirked silently at Phoebe Halliwell. He wished he was here instead of Alistair, he would have played many mind tricks on Phoebe. But he knew he wasn't strong enough for the angel sent to watch over her.
"That isn't true." Phoebe protested. "Many people recover. Treatments exists.'' She would know she studied extensively on depression. She got a high percentage on her college essay.
"Oh, so you are an expert on the subject. Are you a psychiatrist?" He said in a mocking tone.
Phoebe immediately distrusted him.
"No. I just know people get better."
"I'm afraid in Maggie's case, it gets worse. She may seem fine now, but what about tomorrow, or next week? People like her never get better." He lowered his voice to plant doubt in Prue's head. "She may hurt others. Sometimes, for good." He has to hide his smile when Prue trembled.
"Can we see her?" Prue asked. She shivered. What did she feel so down? She shook her head. They thanked the doctor and walked in the unit to see Maggie.
The "doctor" smiled.
Maggie was smiling as she played cards with one of the residents. She used to volunteer here at the hospital when she was a teen. She had to stop only because it was interfering with her studies. However she gave her time elsewhere like helping others like reading to the blind, serving meals at the homeless shelter and walking dogs. She couldn't figure out why she wanted to kill herself. Or that run of bad luck. Oh well. She read her bible. It must have a test from God. That is why He sent her that angel.
"Gin!" She laughs with the patient. Hearing a knock she turned around. Its her. The angel. She stood up nervously.
"Hi. Um, I never got to thank you. You saved me. You were sent from Heaven weren't you. To test me. If it wasn't for you. I'll..."
Prue shook her head.
"I think you have the wrong idea about me. I'm not an angel." Prue felt like a fraud.
"You saved me. That's all that matters." She looked at Phoebe. "Two angels? I am truly blessed."
Phoebe was flattered. But she shook her head.
"No. No. I'm just a podcaster."
Prue sticks out her hand.
"Prue."
"Phoebe."
"So, Maggie. How are you feeling?
They chatted for a few minutes, and Prue was relieved that Maggie was presumably her old self again. Especially when she excused herself to help some patients.
Prue and Phoebe just waved goodbye, including to a nurse Phoebe recognized.
Zankou, disguised as an janitor just watched them walk out. He had no interest in Maggie. It was Prue that needed to go.
The darklighter follows Prue, her day was just getting started.
Dean got tired of watching TV. He needed a drink. Looking in the motel bar fridge, he sees vodka. While Sam was busy yapping to Rowena who he called for some reason, Dean needed ice for his drinks. He snuck out.
"No. I am NOT checking." Dean was his brother. He loved him, but he was not looking at him naked on purpose. Especially when Rowena suggested he may be "smooth" down there. He just hoped Dean didn't need the bathroom. He thanked Rowena and hung up. When he realized Dean was missing, he panicked. He just hoped Dean didn't go too far.
Rowena hung up the phone. Good thing she never left town. She was too busy having fun. Especially when she discovered her hated enemies, The Loughlins, lived around here. She wasn't foolish to approach them, not while they were in the possession of the Black Grimoire. With that book they were invisible.
Dean was confused. Why isn't his key working?
Sam hearing Dean's swears runs upstairs. He saw Dean, unsuccessfully trying to open the door.
"My key is not working."
"Because that's not our room. C'mon. Lets go back."
"Okay." He might as well follow Sam. He seemed nice.
"Do you remember anything?" Sam asked. Dean usually acted forgetful, but this.
"I remember getting ice." Dean looked confused. Ice? Why did he need ice?
"Do you remember anything else?"
So they retraced Dean's steps. They went to the office of Gilman, Gilbert and Sons, Wealth Management. After showing off their fake badges, with Sam claiming they were following up, Dean and Sam digging around. After stealing a cigar, Dean looked closely at one picture for a few seconds, but when Sam asked about the picture and if Dean remembered anything, Dean said no. Frustrated, Sam then dragged Dean out, to retrace every last of his last movements the night before.
After the waitress answered their questions with an icy tone, she told Dean he saw some guy and followed him outside.
"Do you have any security tapes?" Sam asked.
While Sam was watching the footage, Dean looked around for anything to jog his memory. Huh? The jukebox. He remembered putting in some money for "tunes." He remembered flirting with the waitress. Just for fun, he wasn't interested in going home with her. Then when his eyes rested on that mechanical bull, he remembered.
"Sam. I'll be right back."
"Dean! Where are you going! Dean!" Sam couldn't believe his eyes. Dean was riding that bull. He wanted to scold Dean, but what he saw next. He made a few calls.
Prue was crying as she ran out of 415. Apparently, she was supposed to have a important interview. She was supposed to do a facetime call with 415 New York for her transfer to New York. After 415 NY rejected her for unprofessionalism, her bosses at 415 suspended her.
Taking a deep breath, she tries to calm herself down.
''I'm fine. I'm just having a bad day. Everything is fine. I just have to force them to listen. There was an emergency.''
'But I should have called. I saved Maggie. But what about next time? It is my fault. I had a cell. I should have called. I should know better.' The darklighter taunts.
Prue walked away. Unaware she was in danger.
Phoebe just got home when Paige came running downstairs.
"Prue! Prue!"
"She's at work." Phoebe just got a text. Huh? What did Sam want? Before she could answer it, Paige just shook Phoebe.
"Phoebe! Where's Prue?"
"415. Her interview is today."
"Phoebe. I called her work. She just got suspended."
"What! That's impossible. She worked her ass off for this interview. She was prepared."
"That isn't why I'm looking for her. Phoebe. She's in danger."
After what Paige told her, both went upstairs to look in the Book of Shadows.
"A darklighter?" As Phoebe read, this particular Darklighter was a higher tiered demon. They just didn't kill future whitelighters, they stole their souls once they committed suicide. They weren't easy to kill, they were very illusive and hard to find, due to them being able to hide in plain sight in people's psyche. No method was known to destroy them.
"A Spirit Killer? That is what I sensed. Phoebe. Those creatures are deadly. They can infect anyone. I knew I sensed evil."
"Well you are a whitelighter. Leo did say each side can sense each other. Paige, maybe you should stay here. I can pick up Piper at Sacred Meadows."
"No. I'll go. I'll be back."
When Paige orbed away, Phoebe took one last week at the book. Huh? They are unknown to kill, but they can get trapped. Phoebe wondered. Who was their master? Usually darklighters are run of the mill demons, but this particular demon. It sounded so familiar.
Once she got downstairs she picked up Prue's lens that was sitting on the end table. At that moment, she had a vision.
Prue was standing on a bridge. She was crying while holding her camera. The clothes she was wearing, Phoebe recognized them when she was still in high school. That was the day of the accident. They accidentally ran a red light, then they got hit. Phoebe went straight to the hospital. Thankfully she was okay, but Prue felt guilty. Grams was no help, she blamed Prue harshly.
Piper told Phoebe why Prue was so withdrawn from her youngest sister. She felt so guilty about Phoebe she forced herself to withdraw from her sister. Phoebe was understandably hurt and asked why Prue hated her. Prue had no answer, she just said she was busy. She even ripped up her application to NYU. She dreamt about being a photojournalist, but Grams stopped her.
What Prue didn't know, Phoebe got a new application and forged Prue's signature. She then sent it away, especially when Prue withdrew more and more. Grams was no help, they fought often, especially when Prue's acceptance letter came in. Both Piper and Phoebe begged Prue to take this opportunity, despite Gram's protests. Luckily Prue listened. She needed the change.
Prue was gone for awhile, but that time away was a blessing. No longer depressed, she was back to her old self but more confident and worldly. Grams tried to hide it, but was secretly proud of her. She died after Prue moved home, what none of them knew she was getting ready to bind their powers for good. Seeing Prue happy being away and the sisters living normal lives made her realize that having a demon free life would be good for them. Unfortunately she passed away from a heart attack before that can happen. Shortly after their powers were awakened. Phoebe wondered if was meant to be. What the world was going on now, Fate must have known the world needed them.
For now Prue needed her sisters. Phoebe needed to save her. All of them need to be there for Prue. She hoped her sisters came back soon.
Rowena found herself standing in front of the motel room Sam and Dean were at. After that picture Sam sent her, she knew immediately Dean was running out of time.
"Why hello dear!" She says to Dean when he opened the door.
She shakes her head at Dean. The magic he was under, he wasn't going to last any longer. The Black Grimoire, she needed it. Without it Dean will be dead in the morning.
Sam was standing in front of the manor where the witches were at. He didn't care what Rowena said, these witches were powerful, but he was no slouch in witchcraft himself. He was studying hard. Rowena said he was almost ready to take his final test. Once he passes, he can almost be powerful as his fiancee.
He killed the bodyguard standing outside. He had to hurry. Dean didn't have much time. He already had Rowena on his phone, there was no answer from Phoebe. He just hoped he wasn't too late.
Prue almost collapsed on the ground. That boy. She almost killed an innocent.
She was taking a walk to calm her thoughts. She tried telling herself that she was a good woman. She saved countless lives, she had friends, she had people that loved and care about her. But as much as she tried, it felt hallow. She forced herself to ignore those dark thoughts. But it was hard. The voice in her head, it was too powerful.
"I'm a good person. I save lives." Prue chanted over and over again. No way was she going down that dark path again. She glanced casually as a young teen was skateboarding down the sidewalk. Then she saw a woman walking with a baby. Oh oh. He was coming straight for them. She used her powers to sway him away. Too bad she didn't see that truck.
'I almost got him killed. Just like Phoebe. Run. Run!'
Prue ran off.
The darklighter smiles. His mission was almost complete. With Prue dead, not even a reaper can return her soul. Zankou will be pleased.
Paige was walking back and forth. Prue. She was screaming for help. She didn't care if Piper was busy in the kitchen. Their sister needed her.
Sam was screaming. He didn't stand a chance. Those Loughlins. They were more powerful than him. Based on their portraits on the walls, they lived for hundreds of years.
"Sam Winchester. We been expecting you. Ooo. My butterfly. Calm down, your wings will be wrecked. There we go." Catriona Loughlin cooed. "Your not the first Winchester to walk in this house, your great grandfather, Robert Winchester came here once. He was sent here by the Men of Letters for a spell. Nice man he was. Too bad he died. Oh none of us did it, it was that Knight. Phew. Ruthless that one. Cain himself hated him, only one that was expelled from the order. He went on to form his own faction. Those spirit crushers. They don't discriminate, they eliminate anyone that gets too powerful. That is why this place is warded. Unfortunately it wasn't the knights or darklighters that killed my family, it was hunters. Savages those men are. Oh well. There are only us left."
"Are you done yet?" Boyd Loughlin said in irritation. "Gideon is only in the Veil for a short time."
"There we go. Done! Okay. Take him and tie him up. Once we take his body, Gideon will take over."
"About time. Catriona, where is the book?"
"The usual spot. Remember? The last time we opened it is when that fool came for us to hide him."
"Who?"
"Duh. That Milligan. He says he is completing the Trails. He is almost done. One more, and the Gate closes."
Sam looked up. Adam? Why was he doing the trails? No way. Sam was going to finish it. Adam, he was only mortal.
Boyd wanted to argue back, but he heard a noise. He ordered Catriona to check it out. She rolled her eyes.
"Fine. Tie him up. I will kill the intruder."
Rowena didn't know what happened. One minute she was talking to Dean, who's brains were turning to mush, then when he poked his finger, he passed out. She was tempted to wake him, but she didn't. Dean being in a deep sleep can slow the spell down big time. It can buy Rowena and Sam some time.
She was waiting for this. Revenge. Its been centuries.
'It's okay. I'm not afraid. Its for the best. I can't hurt anyone anymore. I should have done this a long time ago.'
Prue looked up. The bridge. The last place she wanted to be. She's been there twice. Phoebe's accident, and Andy's death.
'Jump. It won't hurt one bit.'
"Jump." Prue echoed back. Like a zombie she walked up the hill, forgetting her camera.
Sam woke up when he saw Boyd performing a blood spell. Sam knew blood magic, but the magic Boyd was doing, it was dark.
"You know you don't want to do this." Sam pleaded. It was unlikely he can sway Boyd, but he needed to buy time.
"My brother. He'll be back. Once I switch your souls." He says while cutting his hand.
The figure walks up to the house. Good thing they had their gun.
Rowena seethes as Catriona mocks her.
"Raggedy Ann. The pigs were more cleaner."
Being insulted was one thing. But to be forgotten. She never hated someone so much.
"Nothing like opening old wounds like opening fresh ones." Rowena uses her powers to flung Catriona across the room.
"The years were not kind to you. Other than the that, you hadn't changed. At least I grew. Your ancestor would be ashamed." Rowena mocked.
She was good, but Catriona was better. She was a powerful witch, descended from a evil witch from an other world. However, she was spoiled rotten. Her ancestor would be ashamed. At least her cousin was smart.
"Raggedy Ann. Oh Raggedy Ann." She sung, mocking Rowena. Rowena was stuck on the wall. She underestimated the Loughlins. Anton warned her. She hoped her backup plan showed up soon.
"It's about time!" Phoebe says seeing Piper and Paige. "Prue. We need to go now."
Prue was standing on the edge of the bridge. She was crying. The voice, it was getting stronger.
'I should have done this years ago. Otherwise Andy wouldn't have died. This is the only way.'
"I don't want to."
'But if I did, Andy would be alive. He could have had a normal life.'
"Andy." Prue was crying openly now.
"Are you sure?"
"Piper, I'm sure. We have to save Prue. Paige, why can't you warp us there?"
"If I use my powers, the darklighter will sense me. Prue will be killed. Hurry."
They drive in a hurry, luckily Phoebe knew exactly where Prue was.
Twenty minutes later they see Prue.
"Oh my god." Phoebe saw Prue, she was about to crawl over the railing.
"We can drive!"
"Phoebe, there's no time. Paige. Stay down here. Just in case Prue falls." No way Piper was saying jump.
Paige reluctantly nods. She could warp Prue away. She can already see a dark shadow surrounding Prue.
"Whoops! I missed. That's okay. I never was good at darts. Once more."
Rowena trembles at Catriona's actions. She severely regretted coming here. She wanted the book, but not at the expense of her own life. She should have ignored her ego and pride. What a fool she's been.
Catriona smirks as she picks up a broken glass.
"This time I will not miss." Rowena closed her eyes. A glass shard. Ouch.
A shot rang out. Catriona falls dead as Rowena falls, cutting her hand on the glass.
"It's about bloody time!"
Bela smiles as she holds her gun.
"I hated Catriona myself. She never paid me for that rabbit foot."
Sam runs down the stairs. Boyd chasing after him. Seeing Bela and Rowena he surprises everyone with his question.
"The book. It's gone."
'I'm all alone.'
"Alone."
"Prue! Wake up! You are under his influence! Maggie! He was trying to kill her! Now he's trying to kill you!" Phoebe screamed. Both Piper and Phoebe were running up the hill.
"A darklighter is after you! Prue! Step away!"
'There is no darklighter. It's only me.'
"Just me." Prue repeated. She was lifting her leg.
'I have to do this.'
"Prue!" They scream. Paige was waiting. She wanted to go up there, but something was holding her back. She had no choice but to wait.
'Jump. Hurry and jump.' C'mon. He had to hurry. He sensed Zankou's impatience.
"Prue! You are stronger than him! Turn around!" Piper screams.
Prue hears her sisters. She turns around in a hurry. "You son of a bitch." She flings him across the bridge.
"How." The darklighter asks. Before he can kill Prue himself, the sister watches as he is destroyed.
The darklighter screams as he was killed. Zankou expression was blank as he sets the darklighter on fire. No matter, he had his backup plan. Prue was going to die before the end of the week. No exceptions.
Dean was sleeping when Sam and Rowena came back. The book was gone. In its place was a forgery. Boyd was angry at the revelation, he killed himself surprising everyone.
"At least I don't have to waste a bullet." Bela says putting her gun away. "Sam. I love to stay, but Adam is waiting for me. We have a Gate to close." She took off before Sam could stop her.
"Dean. Rowena. Let's go."
Dean was watching as the sheriff kept piling on the hand sanitizer. He was on a case. Random men kept dying of heart attacks. Usually Dean wouldn't care, but something about this case called for him. He called Sam. He didn't want to solve this case alone.
Prue burned the picture of the bridge. No way was she looking backwards. She wanted to help. Especially when Maggie was hired at Sacred Meadows as a counselor. Phoebe mentioned she was going to graduate school to get her extra credits to attend grad school to become a psychiatrist.
Piper had to return to work, so Paige took her back. Prue decided to go for a drive.
'That's it. Go for your drive. Your next case is waiting.' The Knight taunts.