Dean looked over the autopsy report. Two men, two identical deaths. Heart attacks. Dean had no clue why he was so interested in this case, he was bored.
He woke up alone. Funny. He remembered everything when he woke up. He woke up alone, knowing Sam, he probably went on his morning jog. After his morning shower, he found Sam's note.
'Dean. I have to head to San Francisco. Piper and I are looking at wedding venues. There's a case in Colorado if you are interested. I already called Bobby, he is on his way to Rock Ridge. It is pretty unusual, I'll join you when I'm done. Sam.'
"Heart attacks? Seriously?" Dean slammed the laptop shut. Whatever. He needed to kill time anyways.
Dean grimaced as the coroner handed him Frank O'Brien's heart. Usually it was Sam that did the dirty work. Ew.
"Why is the FBI so interested, Agent..."
"Agent Perry."
"Anyways, this is the third death in a week. Same MO. Three heart attacks, all healthy men. Hmm." The coroner lifts up Franks wrist. "All have these scratches on his arms. Weird. Anyway, other than these scratches, this is a standard heart attack. Anything else?"
"No." Phew. What time was it? Three? Sunset will start soon. He needed to go home. "Thank you for your time." Dean returned to his hotel, it was safe there.
A day later he was interviewing the sheriff. He was wondering if the sheriff had OCD or something, he was obsessively rubbing his hands in hand sanitizer. Plus he kept scratching himself.
"Frank and I. We were friends in high school. We were gamecocks." He glared at Dean when Dean tried not to laugh. Dean needed to stay professional. "Frank. He was a good man. Listen. I have work to do. Make sure you use the paper towels before opening the door."
Dean smiles at the young deputy as he walked out. He couldn't tell if the young man admired him or was infatuated with him. He kept smiling and blushing at Dean.
The sisters were huddling behind the couch as bullets rained above them. What was this?
"Argghh! What the hell!" Prue was in disbelief. First that demon, now bullets? Who was going out of their way to kill her?
She was driving home with Piper when she stopped by another construction site. The signs were there again. Innocent lives are at stake. Final stop.
"Really? Prue you must be jinxed!" Piper laughs .
"Or it is a sign from above." Prue remarked. After dropping off Piper at Sacred Meadows, she returned home. But before she can walk in the door, the newspaper headline stops Prue in her tracks.
Shut In Refuses To Leave Building.
As Prue read the article, her blood went cold. A homeless man refused to leave a building that was meant to be torn down. According to the article, police were going to arrest him for trespassing and mischief. After what happened to Maggie, Prue knew she was chosen to save lives.
Sure enough she was standing in front of the building where the shut in, only known as Vince was residing.
"You from social services?" The tired man says standing in front of the building. He was on a deadline, the building needed to be torn down ASAP.
"What's going on?"
"We need to tear this building down. I don't want to do it, but he needs to go now. I already called the cops."
"No! Don't do that. I'll get him out of there."
"Hurry. We have our boss breathing down our necks."
Prue hears the police cars sirens coming. She decided to go in. Ugh. The smell alone. She could tell squatters and homeless people lived here. She knew she had her powers, but couldn't help the nervousness that came over her. She felt like she was being watched. Which apartment was that guy? She closed her eyes and listened. She heard noises, listening closely, sounded like whimpering. Looking up she knew it was on the third floor.
Listening closely, she needed to see where the guy was at. The last door down the hall. She heard soft moans. She decided to help him. Ignoring her beating heart, she went and knocked on the door.
"Hey, what's up?" Sam says after Dean opens the door. Dean was scared. He made sure to keep his curtains closed and kept the dresser on the door. He even covered the mirror in the bathroom with a towel. He usually wasn't superstitious, but mirrors. They were creepy. When Sam knocked, Dean made him call. Then he had Sam do their secret knock and password they used when they were kids. He heard Sam sigh, but he did it to placate Dean who insisted.
"Knock knock. Zeppelin is the best. Anything after the new millennium sucked ass."
"And..." Dean says, his voice muffled from behind the door.
"Seriously?" Sigh. "Dean Winchester is the rock god. Sam Winchester sucks at everything else." Hearing Dean unlock the door, Sam walked in. "Dean. We hadn't used that since we were kids. It's silly."
"Its tradition. Besides. I know I'm right. So how was the west coast?"
"Good. So about this case. Heart attacks. Sounds normal right? Open and shut case."
"Yeah. But every victim had those marks on their arms."
"Sounds unusual. I called Bobby."
"And?" Dean looked around. Thank goodness he got his room on the first floor. He looked up, was that a cobweb?
"He said it was unusual, but otherwise no case."
"Then why send us?" Dean kept staring at it. Ugh. He hoped there wasn't a spider.
"He said it may be ghost sickness. He seen it before. Healthy men that dropped dead, but not before screaming that everything was after them. May be nothing, but he wanted us to check it out. Dean? Dean!" Sam looked at Dean who was pulling a chair against the wall. "What are you doing?" As Dean was wearing gloves to eliminate the evil spider.
"Spiders Sam. Those things. They crawl on you. Especially at night. They can go into your ears or nose and pick at your brains."
"Dean. Why don't you sit. We have a case. I'll call the front desk. They can send housekeeping."
"Thanks Sammy."
Dean was already regretting coming here. Snakes. Snakes and more snakes. He forced himself to relax. Dammit. He should have took his chances at the spider.
"Frank O'Brien. What can you tell me about him?" Sam asked.
"Frank was my neighbour. Nice guy." Mark Hutchins said stroking his pet snake.
"Can you tell me the events before he died?" Dean needed to stay focused. He tried not to look at the iguana that was staring at him.
"A few days ago, I saw Frank. I waved at him since he was my neighbour, but he closed the curtains."
"Was that the only thing he did?" Dean gave the iguana a dirty look, thankfully it looked away.
"No. To be honest, it wasn't his usual MO. He always waved to me. Ever since his wife died, twenty years ago, he changed. Back in high school, he was a dick. He super glued everyone's butt cheeks together. Even mine." Hearing that, Dean tried not to smile. He forced himself to relax his face. "Anyways, he was afraid."
"Afraid of what? Sam asked.
"Witches."
"Witches? Huh." Sam looked at Dean who was trembling. "Relax." He whispered to Dean. Dean forced himself to breathe.
"Anything else? Tell me the events leading up to his death." Dean asked. Now that snake, why was it sticking its tongue out at Dean?
"It started when the movie, Oz was playing. He was terrified of the wicked witch. I mean who can blame him, she is scary. Anyways, that wasn't the only thing. He was scared of everything. When I heard of his passing, I was saddened."
"But you said he bullied you." Sam asked in confusion.
"We were kids. He changed a lot since then. He apologized to me and everyone else. Especially when his wife Jessie died."
"Jessie. What happened to her?" Sam's curiosity peaked.
Mark looked down.
"It was so sad. She was sick. Her husband never accepted her death. She killed herself. Frank always believed it was murder, but the coroner concluded it was suicide. Poor guy."
Dean wanted to say something else, but when he kept staring at the snake, Mark smirked at Dean.
"Don't be afraid. Donny is a sweetheart. It's Marie you should be afraid of. She smells fear."
Dean wanted to kill Sam for taking off. This snake was HUGE. She was currently crawling over Dean. Dean just sat there frozen waiting for the snake to crawl over him.
"Hello?" Prue tried opening the door.
"Go away!" The voice said from behind the door. When Prue tried opening the door, she was frustrated that their was a cheap chain on it. No matter, she was a witch. She shut the door and used her powers to unlock it. When she walked inside, she saw a homeless man shivering in the corner.
"Uh, hi. You are in danger. You need help." Prue says cautiously walking closer.
"Argghhh! You! I feel your ache in your heart! Go away!" He screamed.
Huh? What ache. Prue came closer.
"Listen. There are people coming here. They are coming to arrest you. I can help you from getting arrested, just come with me."
"Stop! Don't come any closer!" He screamed. "You're letting them in!" He ran to the other side of the room screaming .
"Who?"
"Everyone. The streets, the city, everyone. I feel everyone's emotions. The pain! It's too much! Please. Make it stop." The man moans holding his head.
Prue hesitated. What was wrong with him?
The demon across the street was watching with amusement. He didn't care about Prue being Queen, unlike the others, he was rooting for her.
Later that day, Prue had to go to work. She was on probation. 415 NY gave her a second chance. She was currently working on her editing when her boss, Gil Corso walked up.
"Prue!"
"Yes boss?" Prue said with nervousness. She usually wasn't intimidated by others, but for some reason, she was nervous about everything.
"You know that interview in New York? They are sending Finley Beck over. They want to see if you are capable to work under pressure. Interested?"
Finley Beck? The famous photo journalist? Prue wanted to faint.
"Why would they send Finley Beck over to see me? I mean, he lives in New York. Why would he come here just for a interview."
"Apparently, he saw your work. Once he saw your pictures of Maggie Murphy at her new job from your sister's blog, he wanted to see if you have what it takes. Interested?"
Are you kidding? Prue was overwhelmed. She didn't think she was that good. Finley Beck was a award winning photographer. He won awards from around the world, including a Pulitzer from that brawl from San Diego. His photograph, "No Winners" was a famous piece. It wasn't Prue's favorite picture, but she had to admire him for capturing the emotions from the picture. People were fighting, but the raw emotion of their faces gave the picture life.
"Uh yea! I mean yes! Oh, when will he be here?" Prue asked. She wanted to scream.
"Tomorrow. Make sure to greet him, he is expecting you. Dress accordingly."
"Yes sir." Prue was about to faint. If she impresses him, New York was waiting.
After her shift was over, she went home. She was dying to tell her sisters her story.
She pulled up just as Paige's boyfriend Charles pulled in. Thankfully his "beast" spell wore off, he was back to his old self. Unfortunately, his heart attack was real. Paige's kiss cured him from his spell, but it was her love that kept him alive. Prue was happy for both, but couldn't help but be sad for herself. Her love was gone, Gadreel was never coming home. At least her sisters had love. She sighed. She hoped he was happy at least in Heaven. Speaking of Heaven, what about Andy? The last time they "talked" was in the Veil. She hoped he found his way home.
"Hey Prue!" Charles said with a friendly wave. "How's your job?"
"Wonderful. I got a interview with Finley Beck."
"Congrats! I met Finley at a fundraiser once, charming man. Are you coming inside?"
"Of course."
Once they walk in, Prue excuses herself to talk to Phoebe.
"Phoebe. Have you sent any signs? You know, the ones I told you about? Like that seatbelt sign? I got another one. Another innocent."
"Tell me the details."
After Prue explained, Phoebe's eyes went huge.
"Another innocent? Can't be a coincidence. Prue, where did it lead?"
"A poor homeless man. It was so tragic, he is a total shut in. He refuses to leave his home. Unfortunately, his home is about to be torn down."
"Knock knock. Hi. Sorry to interrupt, I couldn't help but to overhear. I have a number to social services, here." Charles Roget writes something on his card. "Call this, and they can help."
"Thanks. Hopefully, this can help." Just then Paige walked in.
"Charles! You're early. I'm not ready yet." Paige wasn't dressed properly for their dinner date.
As Charles and Paige talked, Phoebe asks Prue to join her in the backyard.
"Sounds like a empath. My powers, his symptoms. Totally familiar. He sounds like an innocent. It would be a shame to lose someone like him, imagine the good he'll do." Phoebe says in wonder. "He can be a great force of good. A teacher, a councilor, a doctor. Maybe a priest."
"Well, that's all well and good, but what's good for a man that will be arrested? Look, I'm going to save him."
"You want me to come? Since Paige and Charles are you know.." Both of them look at Paige and her beau. They were currently kissing. Both tried not to groan.
"Nah. I can handle myself. See ya later."
"Bye."
Meanwhile, a elderly patient is arguing with the staff. Seeing the headline made him panic. He argued that the man was evil and if he escaped, it would be disastrous. Unfortunately no one believed him, and he was sedated and locked away in his room.
After talking to the police officer about the homeless man that refused to leave, the cop reluctantly lets Prue in, unaware of the danger she now put them both in. Once inside, she goes to the apartment where the shut in was waiting.
Once Prue gets inside, she slowly approaches the shivering man.
"Vince? Hi, it's me Prue. What's your last name?"
"Misery." He said in a low tone.
"Funny. Want some company?"
"It's not a joke." He said in annoyance.
"Your right. Sorry. I'm here to help you. The cop outside, he is here to arrest you."
"I'll die if I go out there."
"I believe you. That's why I came back to help you. My friend, he can find you a new home."
"You don't understand. I can't leave. Not now not ever." He says burying his head in his arms.
Prue's heart broke.
"I know what's it like to have a gift you cannot give back. It can be a burden, but also a blessing."
"Bull. I feel your pain. Your heaviness. That gift you have, you wonder everyday if it is worth it."
Prue closed her eyes. He was right. Everyday she wondered if she was meant to have her powers. But she was also thankful. She saved countless lives with her gift, same with her sisters. She didn't want to think about the future, what she had to do.
"It is worth it. More than you know."
"Words. Empty words. That fear you feel? It's real. That ache in your heart about your mission, that panic? You are afraid you'll fail. The future, your future. It is nothing but darkness. You cannot stop it, no matter how much you try to deny it. Don't kid yourself."
Prue wanted to cry. He was right. She remembered her dreams. The destruction, the emptiness, living in a world without her sisters. She knew about the end.
"I'm sorry."
"Sorry. Well, shove your apologies. You have NO idea what I feel. What everyone feels."
They were interrupted by a banging.
"Time's up! Open up!"
"Just go. Take your pain with you. I'm cursed. Might as well die with my dignity."
Once the door starts to open, Prue used her powers to keep it shut. She looked down at Vince. She didn't know if she can save the world, but for now she can save Vince.
"Hey!" The officer says, unable to open it.
Vince stares at Prue in wonder.
"How did you do that?"
"I was sent here you help you, so that's is what I'm going to do." Prue said with tears going down her face. Vince, seeing what Prue is about to do, grabs her hand.
"Free the empath
Release his gift
Let his pain be cast adrift."
Once Prue casts her spell, the door opens. Prue stopped using her powers to keep that door closed.
"What the hell is wrong with you two." The cop says in annoyance.
"Yeah. That door got stuck on me too." Prue said to the cop. "Here. Take this. Phone that number, the people there and help you." She hands Vince Charles' business card.
"Thank you. You have no idea what you done for me." Vince says with a smile. When Prue walked out, she didn't know what she just freed.
Dean was scratching his arm. He was reading a newspaper article. The coroner he saw the day before, he was dead. He was found autopsied. According to the article, the police said it was murder. Yuck.
"Hey. I'm back. I managed to find out about Frank's wife."
"Yeah. Sammy, check this out." Sam grimaced reading the article.
"Murdered with a live autopsy? Great. Looks like we have another case. Let's check it out."
"The guy was autopsied alive. Sam. There's sharp instruments there. What if the murderer is still there?" Dean said with his heart beating.
"I doubt the guy is still around. Let's go. I'll tell you about Jessie O'Brien."
Dean felt sick seeing the room. The cops were still around taking pictures of the crime scene. The body was gone, so Sam went to check it out. Blood, so much blood. He forced himself to calm down. He fought demons on a regular basis, he laughed at danger, avoided hospitals at all cost. He was taking notes as the detective filled him in.
"I don't know what to tell you agent. Timothy Simmons was just a normal guy. He kept to himself, didn't bother anyone, I have no idea why anyone would do this to him."
"He was a coroner. Maybe a extremist did this for revenge?" Dean suggests. He knew of some beliefs, many people disagreed with the desecration of a body after death.
"Well, until we find the cause, this is an active investigation. Excuse me."
Dean thanks the guy as he walks away. He took a good look around. Oh man. The instruments were covered in blood, same with the table, floors and walls. Poor bastard suffered, especially with that saw. Ugh. Dean felt dizzy. He needed to see Sam.
They were discussing the latest case after they were back in the car. Sam went to the hospital across town, he said the guy was alive when he was carved.
"Why would anyone do this? Get any readings?" Dean asked Sam. He already did the EMF, the readings were off the charts.
"His face Dean. It was frozen in terror. He was definitely alive when he was autopsied. I smelled sulfur."
"Demons. Are they responsible for Frank and the others as well?"
"That is what we're going to find out. Dean! Hey! That's our motel." Sam looked confused as Dean drove by it.
"I am not doing a left handed turn on oncoming traffic. I'm not suicidal."
Sam just looks ahead. He was about to talk about Jessie O'Brien, but a noise from his pocket distracted him.
"What is that?" Sam pulls his EMF out. It was going crazy, especially at Dean.
"Dean."
Dean looked at Sam with horror.
"Is it me? Am I haunted?"
Prue was relaxing in her room when she felt happy. Physically happy. Oh man. She realized she hadn't been with a man for awhile. Plus it didn't help the walls were thin.
Later that night, Prue went downstairs. Whatever that was, it cured her "itch." No way was she telling anyone it was Paige and Charles that excited her. It squicked Prue out, but she couldn't help the feelings that came over her. She also felt loved. Truly loved. Prue hadn't felt like that in months. Not since Gadreel and Andy.
Seeing Phoebe, she had to tell her about her day.
"Phoebe. I got something you tell you. Remember that shut in? I saved his life."
"That's great!"
"Yeah. But Phoebe. I think it may have backfired. I need to know. As an empath, have you had any side effects?"
"Like what?"
"Well," No way she was telling Phoebe about happened upstairs. "I laughed when Piper was watching TV. I wasn't even in the same room with her. Whatever she was watching, it was hilarious."
"That's weird."
"What's weird?" Paige and Charles says walking in.
Prue closed her eyes at the energy Paige and Charles were giving off each other. Passion. Love. Wow. If that isn't true love, than this was the closest thing to it. When Piper walked in, the feelings were even stronger. Her love for Sam was overwhelming. She wanted to cry. She felt so happy.
"Nothing. Um, Paige, Piper. Prue and I need to talk about us."
Seeing Phoebe's worried face, Paige walks Charles out. Prue felt that kiss they exchanged. Oh oh.
Once Charles left, they talked about Prue.
"Prue. I think you're in trouble."
"You think?"
They discussed what happened earlier with Prue and her innocent. To be sure Phoebe pinched Piper and Paige. When all three sisters say "Ow!" She knew Prue was in danger.
"Prue."
"Look. I just wanted to help. Vince. He's cured. He - Hey! Stop that." Prue said glaring at Phoebe. Both Piper and Paige looked confused.
"Can someone fill me in?" Paige complained.
"What happened while I was away?" Piper wondered.
"Prue. Your life is in danger. That thing you did, you weren't meant to have it."
"Excuse me?" Prue was insulted. "I saved an innocent. Those signs I seen, they led me to Vince."
"What did you do Prue?" Piper asked worriedly.
"I cast a spell. To get his empathy. Look. He was suffering greatly. I needed to save him. It's our job."
Phoebe shook her head. She remembered becoming a empath. It was hard. But she used her gift to help others. Prue was a gentle soul, but being a empath is something most people can't handle, especially when they weren't meant to receive it.
"Prue. You are not a empath. How do you know how you can handle it? You are just a witch." Piper said with worry.
"Yeah. Phoebe is one, remember how hard it was when she got her powers?" Paige added.
"Yep. But remember when I was locked away in a mental hospital? I don't remember what happened to send me there, but I remember how I felt. Pain, suffering. I survived. Prue, I am a natural empath. What's happening to you, it's just the beginning." Phoebe still couldn't remember what happened, it was all a blank.
"My powers are tied to my emotions. I-I was searching for ways to get stronger. Maybe this is it." Prue felt wrong, but she quickly pushed her feelings down.
When the TV exploded, they all screamed.
"What the hell?" Piper just stared at their shared TV. It exploded on its own.
"Oh great. I was planning to veg out tonight." Paige complained. Netfilm had some new movies coming on.
"Sorry. Your doubts. I feel them all. I can feel everything."
"That's it. I'm going upstairs."
"The Book?"
"Yep."
Both Paige and Piper stay downstairs. They were just standing there when Prue yells, "Stop that!" Apparently, they were thinking about their men. "Just call them already! Sheech!"
Sam was walking back to the car when he saw Dean rocking it out to Survivor's "Eye of the Tiger."
Knock Knock.
"Huh?" Dean looked up embarrassed to see Sam.
"Having fun?"
"What did you find out?"
"Lots of things. Jessie O'Brien? She was mentally ill. Her husband refused to believe it was suicide."
"Vengeful spirit?"
"She was cremated."
"What about the coroner?"
"Bobby checked it out. Definitely a demon."
"Why kill the coroner? Was he tied to the others?"
"That's what Bobby is checking out."
"Yeah. Well Sam. Look at this." Dean shows Sam his arms. It had three scratches on it. "It's getting bad."
"Bobby says you were infected. Ghost sickness."
"C'mon. I have to go back to work next week. How do I get rid of it?" Damn, his arm itched. He took the donuts Sam gave him and tossed it in the car.
"We have to kill the ghost, or even the demon. Dean. That's not the only thing. You only have a few hours left."
"Seriously? Urgghh. Fine. But if I die, tell Jenna sorry I stood her up at the altar."
"Don't worry. You are definitely walking down that aisle. We'll find a cure. What are you doing down here anyways?"
"Our room. It's on the forth floor. It's pretty high."
He thanked Sam as he went to change the room for the bottom floor.
The demon watches with amusement. A hunter and a witch. Who will go first?
Dean was watching the clock. He swore it was mocking him.
Tick. Tick.
He concentrated reading the book Sam left him. Sam went out to get lunch, since Dean was afraid to step outside. No victim ever survived. Everyone died a horrible death. Their hearts exploded. Dean heart started beating faster. He forced himself to calm down, but the words stuck out to him.
Death.
Pain.
Loser.
Widow.
You're abandoning your love ones.
TICK...TOCK...TICK...TOCK.
That's it.
Sam walked in as Dean smashed the clock.
"Rough day?"
"Just peachy." He scratches his arm, while nursing a beer.
"Stop picking at that." Sam scolds.
"Find out anything?" Dean says sipping his beer. He didn't call his girl, he was afraid to tell her the bad news.
"The demon wasn't responsible for Jessie or the others. Other than the coroner, he didn't cause the ghost sickness."
"Great. What does that leave me?" Before Sam could answer, he starts coughing violently. Concerned, Sam asked what's wrong. Dean ran to the sink. Something was coming up.
Cough.
A wooden piece? Ew. It was covered in blood.
"I don't believe this. We been overlooking the most obvious clue. You."
"The wooden piece?"
"Where it all began. Lets go."
Prue was hiding in the basement. The voices. The emotions. She wanted to faint. They were so loud.
"Shut up!" She screamed.
Piper and Paige, hearing Prue's screams runs downstairs.
"The pain. I feel everyone. I feel everything. Make it stop. Please." She moaned. No wonder Vince was alone. It was overwhelming.
"Prue..." Piper says coming closer.
"No! Stay back. No touching." Prue cries. She was sobbing from the pain.
"Okay. Prue. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but we have a case. That cop you saved? He was found burnt to a crisp. He wasn't the only one. A church volunteer, she died the same way. May be a demon attack."
Just as she said that, the house shakes and looking up, the ceiling was cracked.
"What was that?" Paige wonders.
"Her powers. They are getting stronger. Prue. Calm down. Phoebe, she went to find the person responsible for Vince's empathy powers. She thinks it was passed own unwillingly."
Paige's cell rang, and when she answered it, she thanked the person after hanging up.
"That's it. We are giving these powers back. Upsie daisy sis." Paige and Piper lift her up. "Let's go. Phoebe is on her way here. She is going to drive us to Sacred Meadows."
They took Piper's SUV, since it was bigger. When Phoebe filled them in, they were horrified what she told them. Vince, Prue's innocent? Wasn't a innocent. He was a demon. Those signs Prue saw? Demon related.
"But those signs led us to Maggie." Paige remarked.
"Yeah, but Maggie was meant to be saved. The thing that killed the darklighter, must be the same one responsible for Vince. Prue, we have to save the true innocent." Piper says while wiping Prue's head. All three tried hard to keep their heads blank from overwhelming Prue. They wanted Prue to stay, but she insisted on coming. If they run into Vince, they can give the empath powers back.
"I saw it. Sacred Meadows is safe from demons, but not the outside. The guy I saw, he was outside when he was killed. I already called Charlie. Her and the other hunters are on guard. We are going to pick up the guy and take him to the manor. We need to protect him."
"Prue. Maybe you should stay behind." Paige suggests.
"No. I see Vince, then I can exchange it."
"But why take him out of Sacred Meadows? I can't think of anywhere safer." Paige remarks.
"It's safe from demons, but I don't want the patients being overwhelmed on what's going on outside. Besides, Father Thomas? He works at the soup kitchen where I work. He is a hunter believe it or not. There! Let's go in. Prue. Wait here." Phoebe orders Prue. Prue shook her head.
"No. I need to see Father Thomas. I want to know how he did it. How he got his gift, how he exchanged it."
After they greet front security, they walk inside. Claire was already waiting.
"He's down the hall, rec room. Charlie already signed the discharge papers. You need help?"
They shake their heads.
"Okay. We'll be here keeping an eye on suspicious behavior. We have the Enochian on tape, it will immediately start blasting as soon as we see anyone on camera. We also are turning on our sprinklers, it is filled with holy water."
"Wow. You are really are prepared."
Claire smiles at Phoebe.
"Thank your great grand aunt and great grandma. They helped fund this place. I gotta go, I have to watch the cameras."
They wave Claire goodbye as she walks off.
"Let's go."
Father Thomas was standing by the window gazing out. He had no clue why he was being released. But after Charlie explained to him what was really going on, is when he remembered everything.
"Father Thomas? Hi. I assume Charlie told you?"
"Yes. I was in a mental hospital for almost three years. I was recently transferred here a few days ago. When one of my old friends found me at the last place I was at. He then made arrangements to transfer me here. To be honest. I'm kinda glad. This place, the staff and patients understand me."
"Well, you are a hunter. Anyways. That gift, your power. Why did you give it to Vince?" Phoebe asks. Paige was sitting with Prue, using her whitelighter power to calm her down. It was slightly working, Prue's heart was slowing down.
"Vince. Is that what it calls itself? Vinceres is a demonic assassin. Timeless, unstoppable, trained as a ninja from a Knight of Hell."
"Whoa. A Knight of Hell? We heard of them, but I thought they were mostly extinct." A ninja? So that was what attacked Piper.
"This Knight was expelled from Its master. He is deadly. More deadly than any of the other Knights. His former master couldn't find him. He trained many demons to work for him. Anyways, he sent Vinceres to kill me, but when I defended myself, he received my powers of empathy. I couldn't live without my gift. As a hunter as well as a priest, I used my gift to help others. He and I went insane. He locked himself away, I tried committing suicide. Don't judge. Without my powers, I couldn't help or heal others. I felt worthless. I'm sure God would forgive me for the ultimate sin."
Both Phoebe and Piper exchange looks. As a hunter, he needed to know about the fight ahead. But not now.
"About the demon. That building is going to be torn down.".
"Yes, I know. The director is already sending some people to move him somewhere more secure." Father Thomas said not turning around.
"Uh. About that. Prue, she cast a spell." As soon as Phoebe said that, Father Thomas sharply turned around.
"No!" He walks up to Prue who was clearly sweating and panicking. "You silly girl! Do you know what you just released?!" Once he yells that, the room starts shaking.
The staff had to calm the patients down. Many were screaming.
"This is a trained assassin! Your powers won't work on it. Not even demonic blades or bullets can stop it!"
Prue feeling his anger and panic was moaning in pain. Her powers causing the building to crack and shake.
Sam and Dean pull in the abandoned lumber mill. The wood piece Dean coughed up had a symbol on it. When Sam looked it up, he saw it was a design of a lumber mill, called Cassity and Sons. It shut down almost two decades ago after a series of accidents. The first death, happened to a guy named Luther Garland. According to the article Sam looked up, it was a tragic accident. He died of blunt force trauma. But when Sam dug further, he asked Bobby to interview Luther's brother. Luther's "accident" wasn't a accident. Frank O'Brien, in his grief over his wife Jessie's disappearance, unfairly blamed Luther and killed him by chaining him to a car and dragged him up and down the road in the mill, killing him. There was no investigation for his death, not even when Jessie's body was found hanging in her hotel room bathroom. The sheriff and his friends helped cover up the murder.
It took Sam an hour to find Dean. After Sam went to meet Bobby somewhere, Dean took off seeing a yorkie. Convinced it was evil, he ran away. Of course it didn't help the yorkie was chasing Dean thinking it was a game. Sam found Dean hiding inside a dumpster, whimpering. Thankfully, Sam didn't laugh. But Dean couldn't help but be ashamed. What was wrong with him?
Knowing Dean had less than a few hours left, Sam had to solve this case quickly. Once they got there, Sam handed Dean a gun. Dean shook his head.
"I'll man the flashlight." Guns were scary. What if it misfired?
Dean was terrified. Why was he here? It was daylight, but it was dim. Sam to his credit was leading. He was holding his gun, reassuring Dean these bullets were just salt rounds, and won't hurt him. Dean was scared, but staying in the hotel room was worse. The silence was too deafening. As Sam was leading, they heard a noise. It was coming from a locker. Once Sam nods at Dean, Dean pointed his flashlight at it. Sam opened it.
Dean screamed as a cat jumped out.
"That was scary." Dean was about to say something else, but Sam's expression stopped him. Dean slowly turns around, and seeing Luther's hulking frame, causes him to run out in terror. Sam found him drinking whiskey a few minutes later.
"What the hell Dean?" Sam says in exasperation.
"Exactly! What the hell! Why are we doing this? Guns, ghosts! Why are we doing this?" Dean demanded.
Rowena just watches as Dean twitches in bed. Poor Sam was trying to find a cure for Dean who was having a nightmare. She found the needle the Wicked Witch left behind, clearly it was meant for Sam. She must have known Sam and Piper were getting married and wanted to stop their marriage from happening. Their offspring will be powerful witches. The guardian already took the needle back, but if a cure isn't found soon for Dean's curse, he'll die.
Prue was hiding in the basement. What happened in Sacred Meadows, Paige warped her home. Paige was sitting with Prue, helping her calm down by trying to use her magic. It wasn't working as well as before, Prue was too far gone.
Father Thomas after arguing with Piper went downstairs to talk to Prue.
"Prue."
"Go away!" Prue screams. "Your sorrow, your guilt. I feel it."
"I know exactly how you feel. Prue. To embrace the path of a empath, you cannot fight it. Embrace your emotion. Focus on me. Don't fight it the way the demon did. Use your empathy for good!" Just then they hear the front door slam.
"Anyone home?" The demon ninja Vinceres taunts.
"Piper now!" Phoebe yells as Piper tries to freeze the demon. Uh oh. Vinceres was totally immune. Just as Father Thomas warned. He paused for a few seconds, but easily got out of it.
"Where's Father Thomas! Where's the hunter?" Vinceres demanded.
"Plan B! Plan B!" Phoebe pleads in desperation. Piper takes the vase and smashes it on his head. Vinceres grabs Piper and throws her across the room. Phoebe starts hitting and kicking him across the face. Vinceres, grabs her and throws her where Piper was.
"Plan C?" Phoebe says pitifully. Vinceres was too strong. Piper tried blowing him up, but her powers were useless. They just bounced harmlessly off Vinceres.
"Paige!" Piper screamed.
"Take my hand." Father Thomas says to Prue. Once Prue takes his hand, Father Thomas tells her to channel that world's emotions. "Prue. I used my powers to ease human suffering and to hunt. I used my gift to curse the demon. Use the gift to channel your powers."
"I can't."
"Yes you can."
"Prue!" Phoebe screams. "Paige!"
"You can do it. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. The world's emotions. Good and bad. Carry the world onto your power. Remember what being human is about. Don't be afraid."
"Where is the empath?" Vinceres demanded holding Phoebe by the throat.
"She's right here."
Vinceres turns around and seeing Prue, drops Phoebe. Prue seeing her sisters being hurt, throws him across the wall. Vinceres was stunned.
"How did you do that?"
"Stay back." She ordered her sisters and Father Thomas. "This is my fight."
For the next few minutes, both Prue and Vinceres fought hand in hand. The fight literally looked like it came straight from the movies. Kill Bill, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, The Matrix. All paled in comparison. Vinceres put up a good fight, but Prue was good.
"Not bad. Too bad witch, that I'm completely immune to your powers." Vinceres taunted grabbing her neck. He was confused when Prue pulled away.
Once Prue threw him across the hall, she taunts back,
"Are you immune to human pain?" She astral projects outside her body. Once Vinceres looks at her with confusion, Prue astral projects inside his body.
The demon screamed as he was destroyed. All the world's pain, he couldn't handle it and was immediately killed. Prue just stands there as she smirks at Vincere's dead vessel. She looked confused as she heard clapping. What the...No.
Dean was back in his motel room, he asked Sam to drive him back. Both Sam and Bobby were going to vanquish Luther who was according to Bobby, a buruburu. A Japanese name for a ghost born out of fear. He was holding a bible when Sheriff Britton breaks in.
"Sheriff?" Dean says in confusion. His eyesight, it was getting blurry. He thought he heard hellhounds. He was hiding behind the TV.
"Why are you doing this! Luther Garland? It was an accident. Frank O'Brien was my friend. No way am I going down for him!" The sheriff says pointing his gun at Dean.
Sam was making several calls. Dean only had a few minutes left. So far, no one knew how to cure Dean. No way Sam was waking him up, Rowena says he'll die immediately if he gets up. Sleeping was the only way to slow down time. But time was literally running out.
Dean watched helplessly as Sheriff Britton dies of a heart attack. Who he saw walking in right afterwards surprised Dean.
Barbas smiles at Prue. To Prue's surprise, he was bowing in respect.
"My Queen."
He already took off "Father Thomas." When Prue looked around, her sisters were gone.
"Where am I?" Prue demanded.
"Your home. This is just a dream of my design. I won't be able to make it to your coronation. My former master will there. I wanted to make sure you were worthy enough to carry the crown."
"What crown?"
Barbas looks up.
"I have to go, I don't want the Knight finding me. See you later."
"Prue! Breakfast!" Prue wakes up? Huh? That was just a dream? A crown? Mmm. Pancakes. Piper was the cook, but Phoebe was the queen of pancakes.
The young deputy smiles at Dean.
"Hello Dean."
"What's going on?"
"I want to see if you were worthy enough. Looks like you are. That curse you under? Gone. Can't have my Queen's future bodyguard dead. I can't wake you, only a kiss from Sleeping Beauty's true love can. See you later."
As a last ditch resort, Sam called Castiel. He told Sam about the so called "Sleeping Beauty" curse. The fable was true. Although, it's story changed over the centuries. Gender, race didn't matter. Only a kiss of true love can wake up Beauty. So Sam called Jenna and Paige. Thank god Paige got her powers back. She flew to France and fetched Jenna. Jenna, hearing about Dean's curse immediately walked off the set, but said the director wasn't too happy and was swearing in French. She kissed Dean, and when Dean glowed purple, everyone was surprised.
Jenna teared up seeing Dean.
''Wake up my Prince."
Rowena staring at Dean sighs in relief. The curse he was under? Gone. Phew. But as much as everyone was happy for Dean, she couldn't help but worry. Only a Knight of Hell can remove the curse. She found out that that particular spell was created by a Knight. But who?
The assassin hangs up the phone.
"Yes sir. Prue Halliwell? No problem. I never failed a client. What about her sisters? Good. I hate loose ends Goodbye." She hangs up the phone. The voice over the phone offered her more money than she dreamed. She was a professional, that is why she worked this job. She loaded up her silencer.
She looked over her list.
Gwen Campbell
Samuel Campbell
Charlie Bradbury
She already crossed out other hunters names, plus some witches. Including three angels.
Purah
Handraniel
Israfil
Purah was guarding the gate to Heaven. The assassin, known only as "Ms Hellfire" killed her. Her client, not the one ordered to kill the Campbell's or Halliwell hired her to kill the ones he or she ordered. Purah was in a body of a child. The second angel, Handraniel was a blonde woman in a white dress. The last angel, was a fat cupid who refused to wear clothes. The glasses she wore, allowed her to see the angels, invisible or not. Her heart empty, she changed into her leather outfit and disguise. Can't be a good assassin without looking the part.
Ignoring the flowers on her table, she walked out.