Garth checked the clock. What is taking them so long? It was after eleven. They should have been here an hour ago. Gertie was already sleeping, same with Brad, who was weaving in and out of consciousness. He had a concussion, but nothing serious. Thank goodness. Bess was upstairs keeping an eye on her cousin. He turned around from his pacing when he heard knocking. Finally.
Dean was in a pissy bad mood. The drive here was unpleasant. Sam was sick with a mild cold, which made Dean grouchy, but also worried. One perk about no magic, Sam wasn't affected by the Trails aftermath. However his cold made him sick. He coughed and sneezed all the way from California. Dean made him sit in the backseat. Then they found themselves running low on gas and oil much faster than normal. They were forced to spend all the money they had for this trip. Then, somewhere out of town, the tire blew out. Thank god Sam insisted on carrying a spare tire. Now, the car was dead. They found themselves walking to town. Thankfully it was only a few miles away.
"We're just having a bad day." Sam was trying to reassure Dean who was grumbling.
"No. We are NOT just having a bad day. We are having a very bad, worst day. We're jinxed." They had bad days before. But ever since magic disappeared, both were having a streak of bad luck. Paige told them about guardian angels. Sam's and Dean's must have returned to Heaven.
If that wasn't bad enough, Dean couldn't get a hold of his wife. Jenna was ignoring him. No phone calls, no messages, no emails. Dean hoped she was alright.
"She's fine Dean." Sam knew why Dean was so grumpy these last few weeks.
"She better be." She better not be hunting. Dean would be pissed. Dean couldn't decide what's worse. His teeth, his car breaking down, Sam being sick, his friends lost somewhere, or his wife MIA. He just wanted to sleep till everything returned to normal.
It took them awhile, but they finally made it to Garth's and Bess' home.
"Wow. Nice place." Sam was in awe. His mortgage and bills were expensive, Garth and Bess must be well off. Their house was big.
"Not bad." Dean was jealous. He had a hard time paying off his bills every month. Thankfully his wife contributed.
Both were exhausted and hungry. Dean wanted nothing but a hot meal, Sam wanted a warm bed. He felt like passing out. Sam stopped to cough. Dean stopped to feel his head.
"You need sleep. Hopefully Garth has a extra bed."
Garth opens the door.
"Hey!"
Once Garth told his story to Sam and Dean, he and Bess took them to the room where Brad was sleeping.
"Yeah. He's been weaving in and out of consciousness. It is obvious he's been in a brutal fight." Bess was cleaning him with a cloth.
Sam went over to look at his wounds. He didn't want to touch Brad, he didn't want to get him sick. But he asked about those wounds.
"The cops and doctors think he was caught in a knife fight, but it was obvious it was something else that did this to him." Garth watched as his wife cleaned his wounds.
"He was half dead when the cops found him...Wait a minute." She looked closer. She saw this before. "These wounds are from a wraith."
"A wraith?" Dean saw a bowl of caramels. He took one, and immediately was in pain. Garth must have noticed, his eyebrow raised.
"Brad is a purebred like me." She got in some scuffles before, but usually from other werewolves. Wraiths rarely attacked, they preferred humans.
"Why would a wraith go after a wolf?" Garth was confused. He looked at Dean who was grimacing holding his mouth.
Sam excused himself. His throat was swelling up. He went to rinse out his mouth.
Afterwards they were downstairs talking. Beth felt sorry for Sam who was sneezing. When he talked, his voice went raspy.
"Sorry for sneezing." Sam wheezed. His throat was killing him.
"I have a sure fire method for that. Sit tight. I'll brew you a cup." Beth offers.
Garth gestures to Dean to join him in the hallway.
"Bess, do you mind making two more mugs?"
"I'll make three."
"Sam is sick. I don't want to catch his cold. Neither does Bess." Once she was done, she gives them both a mug. "Thanks honey."
"Drink up." Bess orders.
Dean grimaced when he drank it.
"Damn. That's spicy." He loved hot foods. Sam, not so much.
Sam was gasping on the floor when he finished it. Bess just smiled.
"It's my dad's secret recipe. Guaranteed to cure almost anything."
Dean was insisting he's fine. Garth shook his head.
"When was the last time you saw a dentist?"
Dean remembering that horror movie about the evil dentist in that movie he saw, started backing away.
"It's nothing."
"Bull. Come with me. I can help with that."
Sam was gasping on the floor. Bess smiled in amusement.
"It's mostly cayenne pepper." Hearing Gertie crying upstairs, she excused herself.
Dean felt terrified. He never been to a dentist before.
"Just graduated from dental school. Wolves and vamps around here can't see a regular dentist. I also am thinking to having my own practice downtown. Bess and I thinking of having more children. Well after Armageddon anyways. Just relax. Count to ten." Garth puts a mask over Dean's nose and mouth. Dean felt his eyes going dark. "Those seventeen cavities will be fixed soon." Was the last thing he heard.
The world was on fire. Dean was somewhere in Kansas fighting. He was holding a gun, but even with rock salt, and silver bullets, he knew it was useless. He ordered Krissy to protect the kids. Sam, he was halfway across the country fighting with Paige. They were trying to activate the Nexus. Witches around the world were going to activate all Five. It was the only way to stop The Destroyer. It was unknown where He was, but sightings described Him as powerful. One eye was glowing white, the other dark. Dean remembered Paige's words. Her then boyfriend mumbled something about Twins. Unity. Brother and Sister. The Star. The Star was the only one that was equal in power. But he or she was dead. Without him or her, they were losing.
Dean was exhausted. His family was struggling. Jenna was dead. Phoebe and Piper, they were dead as well. It was unknown about Prue. Dean answered a call from Garth, the wolves were almost wiped out. Vamps were extinct. Without the monsters, they couldn't defeat the Old Ones.
Cas was somewhere around. The angels and demons were fighting side by side. He was a good fighter, he was the new lieutenant after Anna was killed. Dean prayed he was alright, he couldn't stand losing his best friend as well.
The child. Dean shuddered at him. Dean hated to say it, but he was planning on killing him. Even if they win, that kid will destroy everything. Not just here, but the other worlds as well. Emptiness. That's all that Creature was.
Dean woke up with a bright light. Was he dead? Did they win? Garth's smiling face suddenly appeared, blocking the light.
"Hey slugger. You're all done."
Dean remembered his nightmare. He knew he wasn't a psychic, but he knew that dream was real. He and Sam, they didn't have much time. They had to win. Otherwise, it was all over. That kid. Dean forced himself to forget. Dean wasn't a murderer, but he'll gladly put a bullet in his head.
Sam was holding a glass. He was feeling a lot better. He was still sniffling, but his throat was cleared up.
"How are you feeling?" Bess asked.
"Better actually."
"Told you." Beth smiled. Her child was too young for it, but when the times comes, she'll gladly give her children that instead of modern medicine.
Dean walked in, his mouth stuffed full of cotton. He was spitting up blood. His mouth was no longer sore, but he was numb.
Garth smiled as he appeared behind Dean.
"He'll be fine in an hour."
"I just got my teeth fixed." He explained to a amused Sam.
"Bess? Bess!" A voice called from upstairs.
"I'll be back." Bess hurries upstairs.
"What's going on with you two? Dean never sees a dentist, suddenly he has a mouth full of cavities. You are sick? Don't tell me magic disappearing did this to you." Garth was confused.
"It's a long story." Sam was confused himself. What is exactly going on? Dean just shrugged. Beth comes hallway down the stairs.
"Garth? Better come upstairs. Brad. He's awake."
Brad was looking around. Where was he? The last thing he remembered was getting his ass kicked. So much for his child support. He had to return to his truck driver job. He hated it, but he had three kids to support. He wasn't a deadbeat. His eyes raised when he saw Bess and her husband. A hunter? When he saw who walked in as well, he sighed. So this was it.
"I hadn't killed anyone okay? I have three kids. Until they all graduate from college, I have to pay child support. Can't do that if I'm dead. Okay?"
"It's okay Brad. They're friends. Garth here, he's my husband." Bess wraps her arm around Garth's waist.
"Hi." Garth waves. "These are my friends. Sam and Dean Winchester."
Brad blinked. Oh. So these were those Winchesters he heard so much about.
"You two are a lot smaller than I thought."
Sam and Dean looked at each other. It was Sam who talked first.
"Brad? We don't care that you are a wolf. You have been attacked by a wraith which is really weird. You were half dead when you were found. Tell us what happened, please." He gives Brad his famous puppy dog eyes. According to Dean and his Dad, no person hasn't been able to resist telling Sam anything.
"The furrowed brows. Those puppy dogs eyes. Does that really work?" Brad looked at Sam with disbelief.
Sam looked embarrassed. Dean looked at Sam. He always wondered about that himself. Bess claws her nails into Brad's wound.
"Arghhhhhhh! The hell?!" Brad was glaring at her cousin.
"Answer the damn question! And don't you dare say you fell down the stairs. That excuse hasn't worked since eighth grade when you got into a fight over Corrinne Devoroth."
"Hey she was hot. Purebred wolves were hard to find back then. Wasn't my fault you were blamed for my injuries."
"Bess and Brad were very territorial back then." Garth whispers to Sam and Dean. "Wolves, we hate sharing with rival packs."
Brad and Bess were related. Sam and Dean understood. They got along most of the time, until they hit their teen years. Dean especially was irritated for babysitting Sam all the time growing up. Sam was resentful always being in Dean's shadow. They fought a lot back then, but always made up. They waited till Brad talked.
"Alright already. Sheesh." He rubs his arm. Bess, she always kicked Brad's ass growing up. Female wolves were strong. "Got into a fight. That wraith, she is tougher then she looked."
"What wraith?" Bess was confused.
"There is a tournament. Held on the Dark Web. Monsters from all over, they come to fight for money. Lots of money. Hey don't judge." Brad looks at everyone exchanging glances. "I have three baby mamas. Kids are expensive."
"What tournament. Why hadn't we heard of it?" Bess asked.
"Why hadn't we?" Dean mumbled. All those monsters. A few bombs, they wouldn't have to hunt for a long time. Dean could enjoy a normal life for awhile.
Brad smirks.
"You two will be torn apart. There is a reason humans don't know about it. Arghhh!" He pulled his arm away from Bess. "There is money involved. Lots of money." He glared at his cousin.
"What. Real money?" Dean was intrigued.
Brad looked at him like he was stupid.
"Yeah real money. I have bills. There is a new television I want to buy. My kids want to watch Disney Plus."
"Where is exactly this place? I know you don't want to tell us..." Sam began.
"Belgrade, Minnesota. Old warehouse off Peach Street." He lays back down. He needed rest.
Sam, Dean and Garth leave the room.
Moira finishes the books. She was glad her Guest left, She scared her. She needed to move on, but She told her to wait for Her guests first. They were supposed to come by soon. At least her luck is back, she lost a ton of luck already. Four people walked away. Lucky bastards. She picked up her pool cue. Time for practice.
"You shouldn't go." Garth had this bad feeling. Sam and Dean were weak. Garth didn't need his enhanced wolf senses to sense it. His friends, they weren't themselves.
"We don't have a choice. All those fangs. Together in one place? There must be bodies left and right." Dean needed to kill something, he was getting frustrated.
Sam looked it up. Tons of missing people in the surrounding areas. The FBI were getting interested, same with many of the local police. But that wasn't what worried him, it was the Government. That agent Murphy was hanging around. Piper warned Sam to keep his nose clean. He agreed with Dean that they needed to check this place out. But something was nagging at him. He needed to be somewhere else.
"Look. We been friends for a few years now. As long as I knew you, you been invincible. Guys. Have your luck changed?" Garth was really worried. Sam and Dean, something is up.
"We're fine. Just having a bit of bad luck." Dean's stomach growled. "God I'm hungry."
Sam yawned. Garth looked at Bess who walked in the room. Bess and Garth exchanged knowing looks.
"Dean, Sam. Bess here has prepared you some food."
"I have a spare bedroom. You too will have to share a bed though. I promise you, the bed's comfortable."
Sam and Dean looked at each other. Share a bed? They haven't done that since middle school, not since John made them share due to them fighting for a week. It sucked, but it forced Sam and Dean to talk to each other again. Neverless, they thanked both.
"Do you mind? I'm trying to sleep!" Dean whispered in a annoyed voice. Sam's long legs keep touching Dean's. "You're like ice!"
"You keep stealing the blanket!" Sam whispered back. He was shivering.
Baby Gertie started crying.
"Look what you did!" Dean scolded.
"Me! You keep waking me up!"
"Only because you keep tossing and turning!"
A knock on a door stopped their arguing. Garth peeked his head in.
"Guys? Can you keep it down? Gertie is crying. Werewolves. We can hear everything."
"Sorry."
"Me too." Sam was embarrassed. Dean waved goodnight.
"Look what you did." Dean whispered in a a softer voice.
"Let's get some sleep. We have a big day tomorrow." Sam takes the blanket from a irritated Dean. Dean just sighs. He was too warm anyways.
"Goodnight Sam."
"Night Dean."
Sam was crying. His brother was killed in Illinois. It was all his fault Dean was dead. Sam. He didn't stop Dean from being bitten. Jenna was dead because of Dean. Dean was starving. Humans and animals were scarce. Hungry and desperate, Jenna offered her blood. Dean didn't want to do it, but he was starving. He pushed her away, but Jenna cut a line in her neck. Dean, the smell and sight drove him hungry. He grabbed Jenna and started drinking. Soon, he realized he drank too much. Jenna was unconscious. Dean, he was horrified what he done. He wanted to heal her, but there was no known cure. Except one. Dean refused to turn her. A vampire was no life for her.
He was forced to kill her when he heard growls and scratches. The scent of her blood attracted a lot of vampires. He apologized to Jenna, and snapped her neck. He then took her body and dived out the window. He gave her to her brother, telling him she was killed by monsters. Devon was horrified, but told a distressed Dean it wasn't his fault.
Sam held Dean as he cried. Jenna was given a hunters funeral. Dean, he thanked Sam for not judging him. Then he left to recruit for his monster army. He was killed a few weeks later. Paige was barely hanging on, she told Sam to protect their family.
Sam, he knew it was over. Their plan failed. Sam, he heard the growls and snarls. But that wasn't what scared him. It was the voices of the Dark Army. Sam, he gave his last orders to his lieutenants. They were so young, but they were taking over. Sam, he had a bomb in his hand, it was enough to take everyone out in a one mile radius. He knew the good guys weren't around, they left the city. He said a silent goodbye to his love ones.
At least he can see his wife and brother again. He pushed the button.
The smell of pancakes woke the brothers up.
Sam, he was holding Dean's hand. Dean thankfully didn't notice. Sam was embarrassed, he quickly gets out of bed.
"Morning Sasquatch." Dean teased. He was starving.
"Hey. I'm gonna take a shower." Sam remembered what happened before he pushed the button. He heard Dean's voice.
Sammy. We hadn't lost yet.
Dean didn't remember anything. His dreams was blank. He didn't mind, he didn't want to see what he saw. It was awful. War. It was truly ugly. He missed the simple days of hunting vengeful spirits. He wanted to take a shower as well, if he stunk, he will attract the monsters before Dean went to check out that fight club.
Once they finished eating, Bess handed them a brown bag.
"Here you go. I packed a lot of sandwiches. Cheese, bologna, peanut butter and jelly, plus threw in a few cereal bars." Bess hands the bag to a grateful Dean.
"Here's a Styrofoam container. Those sandwiches need to last for a few days. Bottled water is already in the trunk, your car has a full tank of gas, new spark plugs, and fresh oil." Garth called for a tow trunk, his friend owed Garth for a emergency root canal.
"Thanks Garth." Sam was happy. He looked over at Garth and Bess who were washing and drying dishes. Sam missed that. He was going to solve this case, and bring his wife home. Looking over at Gertie who was eating her breakfast cereal from Brad, he wondered about having a baby of his own with Piper. Then remembering his dream, he realized how selfish it was. Even if he did, there was War coming. He sighed.
"Ready Sammy?" Dean was carrying his duffle bag and cooler.
"Yeah." He waved goodbye to his friends. Garth nodded to Bess. He was going to follow his friends, but not before dropping off Brad at his former employer's office. His old boss was willing to give Brad his old job back as a truck driver.
It took them a few hours for them to drive to Belgrade. Dean polished off the last of Bess' grilled sandwiches. He let out a loud belch. Sam opened the window.
"Bess makes the best sandwiches ever!" Dean shoves the last bite in his mouth.
"I know. You ate seven of them." Sam was disgusted.
"I'm a growing boy." He grinned with his teeth full of cheese. Sam rolled his eyes.
"I'm going to call Piper. I recommend you call yours as well." Sam scolded. Dean gave Sam a annoyed gesture behind Sam's back.
"Yes mom." He'll try again.
Ten minutes later, Sam walked back to a annoyed Dean.
"No answer?"
Dean wondered if she was out with another man. That costar of hers. He was a good looking guy. Dean was popular with the ladies, but that guy was rich and famous.
"I'm sure she is busy with her channel. I wouldn't worry." Sam assured him.
"Yeah, your probably right. Jenna wouldn't cheat. She always said that guy was snobby. Frog better stay away from my girl." Dean mumbled. He picked up his bag. "Let's go."
"Whoa. We can't just charge in guns blazing. If our luck is down, then we have to be prepared." Sam packed silver, dead men's blood, a first aid kit, a flare gun. He left behind his phone, but left his GPS on. Just in case. He told Dean to leave his own as well.
"Too bad I don't have a grenade launcher. That would be cool." Pow! He made pretend noises, like he was firing at the enemy. Sam hid a small smile. Dean would always be Dean.
Neither noticed they were being watched.
Sam was in awe of what was inside.
"Welcome to Fight Club." He immediately knocks over a empty metal bucket, the noise echoing across the room. Dean just gives him a look.
"Really?"
"I know. Don't say it." Sam didn't want to hear it. He wasn't sure what to look for, but maybe a gas line would be a good start. A few bombs, then they blow this place sky high when the monsters show up. Sam read the website from the Dark Web. A grand fight was happening today. Tickets were already sold out, winner was going to win over a hundred grand. He was thinking about what Piper said. Ruby was back. She was Sam's new step mom in law. Ugh. He wasn't sure what to tell Dean. He crinkled his nose. "What's that smell?"
Dean's stomach was making gurgling noises. He let out a silent fart, hoping Sam wouldn't notice. It didn't work. Sam was holding his nose. Dean rushed to the bathroom.
"Hope you have enough toilet paper!"
"Fuck off Sam!"
Sam wanted to laugh. Serves Dean right, he ate all the good sandwiches. His laugh was cut off when he felt a gun on his back.
Dean felt like his insides were on fire. He was glad he was alone, he figured the smell would scare anyone off. He was reading the graffiti on the stall when he found himself with a gun pointed at his face when the stall opened.
"Can you pass me some toilet paper?" Dean asked in a polite voice. He gave the bald guy a small smile when he let out the last sandwich. "Ahhhh. Just let me wash my hands. You do have running water with soap right?"
"How could I let that guy put the drop on me?" Sam complained.
"I was on the crapper. I win."
Both brothers laughed. It was pretty funny.
"Did you stink the guy out?"
"His face told me everything. His face and bald head was pretty green. Serves him right."
"Glad to see you two in a good mood." Cutty couldn't believe his luck. The legendary Winchesters in his ring. He was worried about his pay per view sales. Kellman's Championship Wrestling was on in a few days. For a demon hybrid, he was a good promoter. His demon wrestlers drew in a ton of fans. Just six years ago, he made over ten million in viewer ship alone. Cutty was lucky to make a couple of grand. That is why he opened this fight club. He already signed up a few monsters, he was hoping to bring in demons, angels and gods as well.
"What are you?" Sam asked.
"Names Cutty. Shapeshifter."
"So you chose that face." Dean taunted. Cutty smiles.
"No one gives a a shit about the host. It's about the product. You two, are my main event. The Winchesters vs the undefeated Champion, Maul."
A huge behemoth of a man came walking in. A vampire. Great.
"You two, are fighting him. Since magic is down, it's a fair fight."
"Maul? Madison is a much better name." Dean was scared. He wasn't sure if he can win. But he put on a brave face.
"Joke all you want, but everyone will tune in to watch a exciting fight."
The promo for the pay per view was playing. The lone audience member was watching with a bag of popcorn. She knew how it ends, but it was exciting to watch.
A few hours later, both men were sitting next to each other in identical cages. The matches were currently going on, the shouts of the crowds were loud.
"What are you doing?" Sam was watching Dean pulling out something above his head.
"Finding a way out. Aha! Gotcha. Give me a minute, I'll break this lock, then you and I can take off."
Sam threw down the nail in frustration a few minutes later after failing to pick the lock after taking the nail from Dean.
"What is going on? No way is magic doing this."
"Now what?" Dean demanded. "There is no way we can take on Supervamp out there!"
"Pray." Sam sat down. He buried his head in his hands.
Dean watched as a shadow came closer. So this is how he goes. Again. Hopefully that Bearded Angel brought them back, Dean had more questions.
"Now for the main event! Our Champion, Maul!" Maul walks in with cheers.
"Argh!" He roars. He couldn't wait to eat those Winchesters.
"And our challengers, you heard of them, you love to hate them, the Winchesters!" The crowd sneers and boos.
Sam and Dean were already gone when Cutty went to fetch them.
"Dammit!"
Outside, Garth was grinning holding a detonator. He just finished freeing them a few minutes ago.
"Duck."
Sam and Dean hid behind their car when the explosion happened. The warehouse blew sky high. Garth turned around to watch his handiwork.
"C4. A hunter's best friend." Good thing he arrived when he did. He planted as many bombs as he could a few hours ago. Good thing Maul and Cutty were out of the warehouse. He was a werewolf, he used his strength to free his friends from their cages. No one questioned a wolf walking as a audience member.
Sam and Dean were watching the fire when they saw Maul. How?
"Did you two forget? We have a match!"
"Stand back. I can take him." Garth turned himself into a werewolf. Unfortunately Maul back slammed him across the parking lot. Garth was out cold.
Dean. He had to see for himself, how bad it was. Sam told him his theory. That they were merely ordinary citizens now. The question was why? Why were they so normal, so weak, all of a sudden? They can't pick locks, they get sick, the things they didn't worry about before, it was a genuine concern now. Dean hoped it didn't affect his marriage.
"Bring it on Madison!"
Sam's fears were realized. Dean, he just got his ass kicked. He was bent over after Maul hit his family jewels.
"That's okay. I wasn't planning on having any children anyways." Dean gasped. "Is my voice high?" Dean's voice was a higher pitch.
Sam gave Maul a nervous smile. He wasn't sure if he can hurt Maul. Sure enough, he was gasping for air after he was punched in the gut. Maul smiled. When Sam was knocked over with merely a touch, then Sam's fears were confirmed.
Maul was going to take his time eating. They looked delicious. He gasped in pain when a machete went through his skull. He drops dead. Garth was smiling when he was holding the weapon.
"You just got Garthed."
Agent Murphy was watching as body after body got brought out. He already made arrangements to dispose of everything, especially Maul. He had all the DNA he needed for his boss' project. Project X. He had assistance, Samuel Smith. He was a hunter, Murphy knew that, but he brought in as many specimens as he could. Their new super soldier formula was almost ready. He was going to test it on some demons they captured, plus a few humans. Too bad Crowley wasn't around, he was missing. Oh well.
The lone wrestler was drinking his favourite whisky. He won, but without the fans, it wasn't worth it. He couldn't wait to retire. Unfortunately he had to pay alimony to his ex. Where the hell was his smokes? He looked in his locker. Huh? He was forgetful, but remembered leaving them on the top shelf. He looked up.
"There you are!" He went to grab them, unfortunately he found himself hanging from his own rope. "Help!" He gasped.
The janitor that came here to clean was horrified seeing the dead man hanging. The chair he used to hang himself was kicked on its side.
Prue was working as a freelancer picking and choosing her latest photographs. She was supposed to be in New York, but told Olivia her sisters needed her. Olivia understood, but was disappointed. She simply told Prue to take care. As for 415, Prue told them it didn't work out with Finley Beck and gave her resignation. Just as well, Finley killed himself. Suicide. Prue wondered why? Suicide was never the answer. He was found dead from a supposed drug overdose.
Prue was working as a freelancer, only because she needed income. Plus was figuring out why she was so exhausted these days. Plus her memories. She felt like her brain was like swiss cheese. She couldn't remember jack shit these last few months. Bored and needing a break, she decided to check out her favourite celebrity gossip site. What? She clicked on the breaking news.
"Larry Lee age 56 passed away in a tragic accident last night. Professionally known as "The Hangman," he was a celebrated wrestler in the 90s and 2000s. Ronald Kellman, owner of Championship Professional Wrestling gave his statement today."
"We at CPW are saddened to lose such a celebrated man. We will be dedicating next Saturday's match to Larry with a ten bell salute. We will be giving a sizable donation to his favourite charity."
"Larry 'The Hangman' Lee was World Champion, Tag Team champion and North American Champion throughout his career. He was the youngest World Champion ever over at CPW when he won at the young age of 24. He left behind CPW ten years ago when he decided to focus on his health. He worked the independent circuit, choosing to work at the smaller Top Notch Wrestling company. He leaves behind his family, his friends and his fans. Funeral will be taking place in his hometown of Fall River, Massachusetts tomorrow."
Piper walked in to see Prue in tears.
"What's wrong?" Piper asks in concern.
"Larry Lee is dead."
"Prue. I'm so sorry." Hardly anyone knew this, Prue was a huge wrestling fan. She watched wrestling on a regular basis ever since she was a little girl. Her and Victor used to spend Saturdays watching CPW. Larry "The Hangman" Lee made his first television debut when he beat up Casey 'The Scream' Lyons. Disqualifying him from the championship match. The Hangman was a hated heel throughout his career, but was well loved by the fans who loved to hate him. He was forced into a early retirement for health reasons, but everyone knew it was because of his problem with alcohol abuse. He and his ex wife, his former manager, Gina "The Rose" Lee divorced a few years ago, claiming infidelity on both ends.
Even after Victor left, Prue continued to watch wrestling, but this time with Grams. Penny Halliwell claimed to be a former manager to a former wrestler, "The Brooklyn Beast." Both women watched CPW until Prue grew up, she stopped watching wrestling when she got older and didn't watch much television anymore. Especially after her favourite wrestler retired from pro wrestling. Prue wiped away her tears.
"It's okay. It's just so sudden. He was so young."
"I know. Uh Prue. I just got a call from Sam. He told me something interesting."
Prue shook her head at the story Piper told her.
"Sam and Dean are normal now? What does that mean?"
"It means they can't fight as well as they used to. Dean has cavities, Sam gets sick with a cold. Plus their car breaks down. Not once, but twice. As long as I know Sam, he and his brother have a lucky horseshoe in their ass."
"That's true. They get into many sticky situations and always managed to get out of it. Police arrests, credit card fraud, picking locks with ease, no one asking about dead bodies. They're human, but always come back from the dead." Prue was fascinated. "We been in weird situations ourselves, but are we infected as well?"
"I don't know. No way in hell am I testing that theory." She was married to Sam. As a witch, as well as a Charmed One, she wondered about her own charmed life. Her thoughts were interrupted by Prue.
"Oh no."
"What is it?" Piper says looking over Prue's shoulder to read the article.
Suspect Arrested for the murder of Mark Norman
The Bay Mirror reported that John Norman's nephew, Mark Norman was found dead with missing person Tom Peters standing over him. He was currently sitting in jail with a bond costing a quarter of a million dollars.
"Tom Peters? Why does that name sound so familiar?" Piper was racking her brains.
"We dated in college, we broke up when I transferred to NYU." Prue left out the part of her role in letting Peter escape. Now a man was dead.
"Oh yeah! You two were Golden State's Golden Power Couple." Piper was incredibly jealous of Prue. In high school she was voted most popular. Senior Class President, member of many clubs throughout high school, including debate, cheerleading, and even was on the school's honour roll. In college she shined even more. Head cheerleader during sophomore and half of junior year before her transfer, dating hunky quarterback Tom Peters, was King and Queen of Homecoming two years running. Piper couldn't help but feel resentful. She was always in Prue's shadow, plus it didn't help she was a total nerd in high school. Missy Campbell and Joanne Hertz were her biggest tormentors. Piper knew it was silly, but she felt small compared to her sister. Even married to Sam, she felt like she couldn't catch up to Prue.
"I gotta go." Prue needed to see Tom.
"Where are you going? Prue? Prue!" Prue walked out the front door slamming it. "Okay then. Might as well help Dad with his annulment." She said to no one in particular. Victor found out Doris' real identity. No way in hell was she calling Ruby her stepmom.
Tom was sitting in jail. Mark was murdered when he was beaten to death by one of Kellman's bodyguards. Tom was forced to watch Mark's so called "wrestling match." Mark held on as best as he could, but he was beaten to death after he was pinned. They took Mark's body and dumped it in a abandoned warehouse. Kellman warned Tom he would be next if he didn't comply with future orders. Especially if he didn't kill his next innocent.
Tom knew he was screwed. He was somewhat familiar with law, evidence was circumstantial at best. But that wasn't what worried Tom. It was the fact that he was running out of time. He killed a person, or he will be collected for his trip downstairs. He just hoped the Queen of Hell was merciful. He refused to say a word, and refused to see a lawyer. The cop, Detective Mitchell was getting frustrated with Tom's silence. But his partner, Detective Ballard was more understanding. She asked Tom if anything unusual was happening to him.
Henry walked in the interrogation room. Tom didn't look up.
"Ready to talk Tom?" He was holding a folder. "You worked at Kellman Enterprises. Pretty sweet. Before that you were a rookie for the 49ers. What brought you here?"
Tom stared blankly ahead. Henry sighed. He opened up his folder and showed him pictures of the last four victims.
"Look. I know you didn't kill Mark Norman. He was already dead when you arrived at that warehouse. No way you beat him to death, your knuckles would have been bruised. His injuries don't match your hands. However, these four people. All four had something in common. They were all featured in the Bay Mirror."
Tom stared ahead.
"There is something else. All four were seen with Kellman employees at some point. We have a suspect in custody. Kane Birch. He is the main suspect in Vivian Murphy's murder. They were seen together one night before her murder. We checked out the clothes he was wearing, it had the scent of sulphur, same with Vivian's clothes. We believe you know more than you are hiding. Who are you protecting? Are you afraid to talk?"
When Tom didn't say a word. Henry sighed. They were interrupted by a his partner, Detective Ballard. She wasn't alone, she was followed by a well dressed man. Great. Henry knew a lawyer when he saw one.
"Don't say a word Tom. I been sent here for legal counsel. Detective, you cannot hold my client."
"He was seen standing above Mark Norman's body. The Norman family is demanding justice." Henry knew he had jack squat with Tom, but he was a cop long enough to sense a person's secrets. Tom, he knew more than he was not telling. As for Mark's murder, it was a high profile case. The Norman's were one of the richest families of the country. Mark was considered a black sheep, he was disowned for his various gambling debts. However, he was a Norman. His family was demanding justice, no matter how small the evidence was. Henry had to solve this case, he was determined to become lieutenant when his boss retires next year.
"Tom, the prosecutor is demanding you sit in jail for the next 48 hours. After that you will be freed. Don't say anything without me got it?"
"Yes sir." Tom answered.
"He talks." Henry says sarcastically.
"I want my phone call." Tom needed instructions.
"Detective..."
"Fine." Henry was stuck.
Prue wished her friend Daryl Morris was still around. Ever since that incident with the Cleaners, he moved far away from California. Prue didn't blame him, her and her sisters took him for granted too much. It almost cost Daryl his life. They knew the Chief of Police on a casual basis, however he warned them to keep him out of their messes. He did help on occasion, but only on extreme cases. Prue needed to see Tom. If he killed his innocent.
Her heart beating she walked to the front desk. Sure enough Ian Jefferson, Chief of Police was waiting.
"Hi Ian." Too bad he was married. He was mortal, however his cousin, the mermaid they saved from the evil sea hag was not. She was adopted when she was a small child. She disappeared before her sixteenth birthday, she had to see her parents to say goodbye. However she was captured by the evil sea hag. The evil sea hag was vanquished by the demon Necron, who was determined to become immortal to stay on Earth. He managed to recreate his former human body, but it wasn't permanent. He needed to feed of magical creatures to stay alive, otherwise he was getting sent back down in Hell. The sisters managed to kill him with the Power of Three. Their friend Mylie was fully mortal now, she was happily married to the guy she gave her immortality up for.
"Hey Prue. Your friend, he is with his lawyer."
"Damn. I really need to see him."
He gestures to Prue to follow him. Prue followed him to his office. Once they were alone, he closes the door.
"Is this magical in nature?"
Prue nods. Ian sighs.
"Figures. You know this is a high profile case."
"John Norman's nephew. What is Zachariah saying?"
"Who's Zachariah?"
"John Norman. He's an angel."
"He said yes?" Ian was skeptical.
"I guess. Never mind. I need to talk to Tom."
Ian shook his head.
"You can try, but Tom isn't saying a word. He is under suspicion for four murders. Plus is tangled with the Mark Norman case."
"You have one suspect in custody. Kane? He killed a person."
"Why?"
"Is anyone else a suspect?"
"So far those people at Manny's. Our jails are full. The old man, he is the main suspect of the murder of Manny Sanchez, the owner. His burnt body was found in one of the ovens." Ian grimaced.
"Everyone of them are evil."
"Demons?"
"Most of them. Look. Keep them there. The cells iron?"
"Yes."
"Good. I'm going to send hunters to keep an eye on things. Make absolutely sure NO ONE bothers the jails."
"Easier said than done." He missed the simple days of gang arrests and robbery.
"Okay. I'm gonna see Tom. I have to know why he is doing this." She walked out of the room.
Ian had a huge migraine. Luckily he had aspirin. He picked up his phone and called his guard. Prue needed to see the suspect, Tom Peters. He had a few cops here that dealt with the supernatural, a few were former hunters and witches. He couldn't wait for his vacation.
"Yes sir. No. I didn't say anything about Kane. How long do I have to stay here? Mmm hmm. Okay. Thanks."
Tom expected to be returned to his cell, instead he was led to a interrogation room. What now? But when he saw who walked in, he rolled his eyes.
"Now what. I don't care who you are. Your majesty."
"What are you talking about?"
"The Queen of Hell. Where's your husband?'
Now Prue was really confused.
"I don't know what you are talking about. Tom. I know about your deal."
"So?"
"You're better than this."
Tom snorted.
"Before my new position, I was nothing. A loser. I had fame and fortune in the cusp of my hand, then I blew it. I got offered a deal. It made me better."
"Tom, four people are dead."
"So?"
Prue was rubbing her temples. What happened to Tom? He was the nicest guy in high school and college. Wait a minute. Queen. Tom called her your majesty. Then Ruby bowing her head. Prue's mind was full of holes, what exactly happened to her? It all started when she was in New York. Plus Andy. He said Prue was in danger. She had a new case. Her own. But first figure out how to save Tom. He was no murderer, Prue knew that. Maybe she can use her title to save Tom. She sat across from him.
"I can get you out." She whispered.
Tom looks up.
"How?" He shook his head. "I made my choice. Besides, why should Iisten to you?"
"I am Queen." Of what? Prue wished she knew.
Tom looked thoughtful. He had until next Saturday night. At midnight his deal was due. He knew there was someone else who was being recruited instead. He already collected. Kellman wasn't giving Tom another chance. Instead Tom was heading to Massachusetts. Why, he had no clue. But Kellman told Tom his mom would be taken care of for the rest of his life if he comes. Tom already had his tickets. His flight was leaving Friday. He looked at Prue.
"I had nothing to do with Mark or any of those people."
"I know." Prue knew it was demonic. One suspect was already in prison, the other three were active cases. Plus Mark's murder. "You know anything?"
Mark shook his head. He truly didn't know. Kellman was secretive about everything. They were interrupted by Tom's lawyer.
"That's enough Tom. Who the hell are you?"
"A friend. Take care Tom."
"Wait."
Prue stops.
"Tom." His lawyer warned.
"There is a match over at CPW in Massachusetts. Hope you can make it. I know you were a fan of The Hangman." He winked at Prue. Prue smiled.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world." So that is where he's heading next. "Take care Tom."
Prue walked out of the police station. She called a experienced hunter.
Both Henry and Diana were watching from the glass. Prue Halliwell. Why was she so interested?
"Queen? What was that about?" Henry scoffed.
The first thought Diana had was hunter. Prue, she walked straight to the Chief's office. She knew about Andy Trudeau and Daryl Morris. She read those unusual cases. So weird things happened all over, not just where she originally came from. Prue Halliwell's sister was married to Sam Winchester.
After Maryland, she quit the force and moved across the country. The murder of an innocent woman, plus her crooked former partner was the reason why she left. Peter Sheridan, her former partner was directly responsible for the murder of Claire Becker. Claire became a ghost, she was trying to warn people that they were being targeted by Peter. Then when Sam and Dean Winchester were arrested, Tom was planning to pin three murders on them. Murders he committed. Diana almost believed it, but when she saw the ghost of Claire Becker, she asked Sam and Dean for details. All that because Peter was a drug mule. He stole drugs from the evidence room. She helped Sam and Dean escape, with her telling the commissioners Peter tried to kill her after he tried to kill Dean. She was in trouble for awhile, but after the investigation concluded Peter was the main suspect on all three murders, she was allowed to leave the state. The one thing she did before she left was burning Claire's corpse. Sam said she was at rest, but Diana wasn't taking any chances. She thought she was done with the supernatural, but San Francisco was full of weird cases.
"I don't know. Prue Halliwell was Homecoming Queen two years running in college." She was going to let Prue solve these weird cases. But Mark Norman, she and Henry could figure it out.
The next day, Piper and Prue were exploring the site where Nathaniel Swan was murdered. A hole in his chest? Fireball.
Next was April Benson. Her charred skeleton was found on her bed by her roommate. Definitely a demon attack.
Shirley Paul, another initiation.
That guy Kane was already in jail. He was the one that killed Vivian Murphy. Prue performed a spell to get rid of his chevrons. Once magic was back, he would be human again. As for the other three, Prue already knew who the killers were. They were dead. Their bodies were found by two fisherman early this morning. Guess Kellman wanted to leave no loose ends behind. Hope their initiation was worth it. Ian sent her their autopsy photos. No chevrons, however, the faint scarring was there.
Prue and Piper was told something interesting. Peter was freed. Kellman paid for his bail. As for Mark Norman's case, "John Norman" backed off. Guess Zachariah wanted nothing to do with human matters.
"So what now?" Piper asked.
"We have a flight to catch." Her ex was already across the country.
Gunner Lawless was prepping himself for his next match. Next week was the big fight over at CPW. It was a closely guarded secret, it was a chance to have a comeback. No more small fights, no more wrestling at tiny halls, his boss, Ronald Kellman was giving him another shot. He was employed by Kellman, his ten year deal was cancelled on his orders. Best part was, the demon that held his contract was dead. Duke was killed by another demon. Whoever it was, Gunner wanted to thank him. He was set to fight his last match at Top Notch Wrestling.
Janet smiles at Gunner when he was posing in front of the mirror.
"So this is it. I'm gonna miss you."
Gunner smiles.
"Rio, I will always be part of this family."
"Bull. You been dying to get back in for years. Do you think you can handle it?" She smiled sadly at her friend. She knew how devastated he was when he found out Larry killed himself.
"Yeah." Gunner was excited, but his excitement was clouded. Larry, he would never commit suicide. He cried silently over his coffin. Two fans came to pay their respects, they were clearly fans of his. Especially the blonde guy. Gunner gave then two tickets. Not for tonight's match, but for next week's match. The guy named Dean almost fainted. He knew neither were FBI agents, he knew a hunter when he saw one. Didn't matter. No one could pin anything on him.
They were interrupted by Shawn Harley.
"Did you hear, Ronald Kellman is in town. Tonight may be my big shot. Rio, this may be the last time you see me."
"Don't do it Shawn." Gunner warned.
Shawn was furious.
"Why not? You old timers are DONE. Young bucks like myself, we are the next superstars."
'Trust me the price is heavy.' Gunner warned him silently. CPW was a legit company, but some wrestlers were demons. He knew of three. Gunner was terrified of them. He knew one of them beat a man to death on Kellman's orders. Kellman was the owner, but he had a silent partner. The one that recruited the "superstars."
"Good luck Harley." Rio said good naturally.
"Thanks. See you out there, old man."
Gunner waited till Rio walked out. He had new orders. His next target had to be alone.
"Why are we in Massachusetts?" Piper complained. They sat next to screaming baby all through the flight. She missed magic.
"I have to help Tom."
"He made his own decisions."
"You would do the same thing for Sam. C'mon. We have to buy tickets for next week's match."
"Next week? Where will we be staying?" Piper and Prue only had a few bucks to spend between the both of them.
"This is Boston. I have friends from NYU who live in town."
Sam and Dean were in their temporary motel room looking at their latest case. A man was found murdered. His guts were ripped out, but that wasn't the weird part. It was the cuts on his body. When Dean interviewed Rio, the owner of TNW, she said her company was "jinxed." Two bodies were found outside of the venue where they toured. Last night was the latest.
"So far there was three." Sam was looking at the autopsy photos. "Three murders, three different towns. All with that weird symbol on their chest."
"Mm hmm." Dean was excited about next week's match. Front row, ring side seats. He and Sam were driving to Boston. They were staying at Dean's brother in law, Devon's apartment. He and his roommate were heading out, and gave Sam and Dean permission to spend the night. They didn't have much of a choice, they were flat broke. They played pool to get money. Since their luck was down, both were being very careful. They stayed away from any hunts at the moment. Sam and Dean was careful not to flash their fake FBI badges around too much, just in case.
After Minnesota, they returned to Garth's. Garth and Bess were fascinated by their story. Once Sam told them their theory, Bess remarked that they sounded like superheroes in a story. Garth looked thoughtful and wondered out loud it might be true. When he said it might be a guest star, both Sam and Dean asked him to elaborate.
"Look, I am not the main character. You two are. The entire time I knew you guys, you won at everything. I lost a few fights, got knocked out with one slap from that vamp. I was just lucky to get inside that warehouse."
"Garth. You saved our lives. If you weren't there, both Sam and me would be dead. You are a hero." Dean tells him with a smile.
"Yes he is." Bess kisses her husband. When Gertie started crying, she excused herself.
"Give Gertie a kiss!" He calls to his wife. He looks back at the Winchesters. "Magic is down, and you two are powerless. Heroes in a story, and you guys lost your plot armor."
"What do you mean?" Sam asked. Dean was wondering the same thing.
"Every story has their protagonists. Winchester Story, you two are the heroes. Can you two describe a time ever you were sick with a cold, a flat tire, broken arms?"
"The Trails." Sam offered.
"Don't forget that semi crashing into us. Took me months to fix the car."
"Anyways. You two went on. You fit the stereotype. Two orphans, mom dies a mysterious death, you lose your love interest..."
Sam closes his eyes. Jessica was just a innocent girl. But he remembered talking to her in his dream. She was at peace. Mary died in Azazel's hands, and John made a deal to save Dean in that car crash.
"But you found love again. Sam, your wife is part of your story. However she and her sisters have a story of their own. Same stereotypes, orphaned kids, sort of, but a absentee father, always winning, strikes fear in their enemies, plus happen to be very powerful witches."
"What's your point?" Dean was confused.
"There is something going on. Both sides are vulnerable now. You two have to be very careful."
"Yeah, we got our asses handed to us." Dean finally got a text, unfortunately it was from Devon, not Jenna. Getting worried, he got up to call him, demanding why his wife was not answering the phone.
"Look. I'm worried about you." Garth sighs. "There may be something to turn your luck around. There is this place. However, with magic down, I don't know if it can work."
"Anything. Please." Sam was worried about Piper and her sisters as well.
"There is a place that can win you luck. Extreme luck. Take it with a grain of salt, because it may not exist. But since you two are 'normal'," Garth bends his fingers, "It may bring you back up to speed."
"Yeah. Where is this place?"
"Alaska. I don't know where, the guy said it was between Barrow and Kotzebue. You will know when you see it."
Dean comes back inside. He found out Jenna was hunting again. Dean found out she was returning a favour for a friend. He was understandably pissed, but maybe she needed to let out some steam. He asked Devon why she was ignoring his calls, he said her phone was broken. She called from her friend's phone. She promised she was being careful and was getting on the first plane out once this hunt was done. She told Devon to tell Dean she was never alone.
"Ready to hit the road?" They were about to leave when Garth turned on the television. There was a news story about the death of Larry Lee. Dean immediately told Sam he wanted to go to the funeral. When Sam protested, Dean said if he was 'normal', then he wanted to do normal things. Like paying his respects to one their Dad's favourite wrestlers. That is how they found themselves in Missouri.
"Okay. We figured out whoever killed these people are one of the wrestlers." Both men figured it out when they found out former wrestling manager Rio hired locals to set things up.
"Yeah but why? Magic is down. This is just murder. If this is some kind of ritualistic thing, it would be useless." Sam was curious. Whoever was doing this, clearly had no idea what was going on.
"Do you know what that means? Samwitch?" Dean teases. He loved ragging on Sam being a witch.
"Very funny. It's ancient Sumerian. It means 'to pluck the spark out of life.' Rowena taught me dead languages."
"So to steal souls? Doubt it's Douchebag Mike. He could just take souls." Dean still hated him. Alt Sam is with him. Whatever that meant.
"Could be the Soul Trader." Sam suggested.
"I...don't think so." What 'Sam' said. He and Dean talked about Dark Michael. He worked side by side with the Soul Trader, finding worthy souls for Michael's bomb. "It has to be a demon or god."
"You may be right. Let's us hit the bars. I overheard Rio saying she and the other wrestlers wanting to let out some steam."
Gunner was drinking hard. He saw that Dean guy again, he was clearly scouting the place. Gunner knew about magic being down. Which means no Hell. Once lights out, then that was it. He already had his gun. He was planning on killing himself after Boston. He just wanted his last match. A famous goodbye before he bites it.
He looked up to see one of Kellman's men walking in. He was clearly looking for someone. He also saw the other wrestlers stop drinking and partying. Clearly every one wanted to be scouted. Even Rio, she was fixing her lipstick. When he saw him talking to Harley, his heart sank. He thought Harley was a brat, but he was better than what Kellman wanted him for. He had to stop Harley. But he can't do it alone. Maybe before he kills himself, he can redeem himself. He went to talk to Dean.
"Argh! Take this!" Prue stabs the djinn. "Yuck. How can you do this?"
Piper was cleaning her knife.
"I am a hunter now. Remember? Dirty work, no pay, sounds familiar?"
"Yeah, but without magic?" Prue was impressed. "You took out Papa Djinn like nothing." According to the hunters that lived in the area, these djinns were slippery.
"They rely on magic. I have a edge. C'mon. Let's solve your case."
They knew Tom was in town. That is why Prue flew here. Piper, not wanting to be left behind followed her sister. The place they were staying at was decent, Prue's friends were fellow witches. They were working as hunters since magic was down. All three were graduates of Knox University.
"Any leads were Tom is at?" Piper asked. She knew Prue and Tom were serious, but it was mostly superficial.
"Kellman Enterprises."
"The Belly of the Beast." Kellman had offices all over the world, however Boston was the main office. San Francisco's division was mostly run by his President.
"Yea."
"Great. I can't freeze. How are we able to get in. Any ideas Big Sis?"
"When we get there, we'll figure it out."
"I was afraid of that." She tells Prue she wanted to call Sam first, to fill him in. Before she could dial, Prue stops her.
"Wait!"
"What?"
"You can't call Sam."
"What? Why?"
"Tom is spooked enough as it is. We know Sam and Dean are travelling to help their friend. What if they come here?"
"So?"
"Let us see Tom first. Then you can call Sam."
"Fine."
Sam was shaking his head. Not as much as Dean who was devastated that his childhood hero was a murderer.
"Why? You were at the height of your career." He found out Gunner made a Deal. A deal that cost Gunner his life. And for what? A Title Belt that he held for a week.
"Like I told you. I was dumb. But that feeling of being a hero. Imagine thousands of fans screaming your name. I wanted to keep that. That was something I was afraid to lose. I was fired a few weeks later." Gunner felt like a fool. He damned himself to Hell. For what? A few bucks working at a failing wrestling company. "You two have to stop Harley from signing that dotted line. I'm already damned. He deserves better." He saw potential in the kid. Reminded him of himself when he was his age. He wanted Harley to succeed, but on his own merit. Not a demon deal. CPW was a real company, most wrestlers had to audition. If Harley wanted to sign, he needed to do things the right way. Hard work. Gunner will save Harley, even if it costs his own career. A sliced tendon should suffice.
"What can we do?" Sam asked.
"Keep those bastards busy. I will have to hide Harley." Gunner was determined to save the kid. Even in shady ways.
Dean held his head in his hands. They almost got killed in Minnesota. They could barely adjust to being normal. How in the world can they take demons on? Sam must have noticed he shrugged his shoulders.
"One advantage we have over demons, they are human too. We can take them." Dean already was feeling better. Sam must have noticed he smiled.
"Let's take on some demons."
"I can't believe you are making us do this." Piper and Prue were sitting outside of Kellman's office. Prue and Piper were prepared to make up a elaborate lie to see Kellman, even posing as his mistresses, however, he told security to let them in. Now sitting upstairs, they wondered why he wanted to see them.
"Save the innocents. Remember?"
"Yeah. But Tom is hardly one."
"He didn't kill anyone." They were interrupted by Kellman's bodyguard who walked out of his office.
"Mr Kellman will see you now."
An hour later both women were arguing. What Kellman proposed, it was insane. But he swore Tom's life and freedom if they agreed to his terms. Prue agreed to Piper's protests. Especially what Prue offered in exchange. Their lives.
"I know you love wrestling. But as a spectator. Not a performer!" They were going to fight in the ring live on CPW as the Main Event. Who their opponents were, neither knew. "I know nothing about wrestling!"
"That is why I signed up for a crash course. Come on. We have credit cards." Prue dragged Piper to the local gym. Prue was putting on a brave face, but she was terrified. Luckily she knew how to defend herself. Both sisters knew how to fight.
"This guy better be worth it." Piper grumbled.
Sam and Dean were standing over the dead bodies. This was a disaster. But the dead demons were already taken care of. Gunner texted that he was already in Boston. As for Harley, he was safe. He was being care for by some witches. Harley wasn't complaining, he was flirting hard with one of them. All three promised to keep him safe and locked up.
"So now what?" Sam asked.
"Boston is not far from here. Devon is already waiting."
Downtown Chicago CPW Headquarters
"What about the witches?"
Kellman was smoking a cigarette. He was a demon hybrid, however who he was working for, scared the hell out of him. He knew if he failed, he was going to Hell. But unlike other demons, he will never leave. Yama was worse than any demons downstairs.
"They will be fighting my best demons. Magic is down, they will stand no chance against them. They will be crushed. I am already writing my statement. They'll live, however their injuries will be fatal. Not on television, but afterwards in that accident that they will be in." He already had the car ready to go. A simple drunk driving accident, no one will question it.
"You better. About Tom."
"He swore fealty. He knows it is too late for him. He won't betray me."
"Good. I'll be watching. Too bad about Brick."
"Yeah." Kellman lit up another smoke. He looked up at Cacao. Cacao was in the visage of a ordinary Latino man, as a god, he didn't really have a gender. Sometimes he appeared as a woman. He made Kellman what he was. Gods didn't care about good or evil. Just themselves. Cacao granted immortality for human sacrifices, In Kellman's case, becoming a demon hybrid. Cacao wasn't working alone, he partnered with The Source. Since the Source was dead, he was working with Asmodeus. The Prince of Hell wanted souls for the upcoming War. He asked for more soldiers from the Academy. He looked down at Kellman.
"I don't give a damn about the witches. I want Tom. If you don't turn him, you yourself are taking his place in The Pit. Yama is getting bored."
Kellman picked up the phone when he walked out. He started barking orders. He wasn't planning on keeping his promise, luckily he had a ace up his sleeve. Fran Peters. Dumb bitch thinks she scored the jackpot with him. He had a date.
Saturday Night
"Welcome to Saturday Night Live in Boston, Massachusetts!" The crowd cheers. "Ready for some hard core wrestling?" The crowd goes nuts.
Sam and Dean were sitting in the front. Normally Dean would be screaming in excitement, but he and Sam were nervous. They knew Gunner was fighting tonight in one of the matches, but that wasn't what made them nervous. It was the fact that there something big was going down. It was demonic in nature, they just hoped it didn't involve any deaths. They came here earlier to check out for any bombs, but since security was ultra tight, they couldn't get past security. Neither wanted to get arrested or killed so they had no choice but to come back to the apartment.
"What's with the long face Sammy?" Dean cheered when Anaconda threw his opponent, Deadly Riot out of the ring.
"My wife. Something's wrong." As much as he knew there was a case, that feeling he had was getting stronger.
"Her sisters are still out there. That's what's wrong. Lighten up. Harley is safe, Gunner is getting out of his deal, probably. We have a long drive to Alaska. Woo!" Dean got up to cheer. Gunner's familiar theme started playing. The stadium went nuts.
Dean was holding on to Gunner's glove. He knew what Gunner did, but he couldn't help but feel excited when he was wrestling on the ring. Sam was cheering along with Dean. They had backstage passes, they had plans to convince Gunner not to kill himself after tonight.
Sam was cheering when Gunner pinned the North American Champion title holder. His face when he held up the belt, he was glowing. He looked at Sam and Dean who were on their feet cheering. He waved to them.
"Maybe your right Dean. Just tonight, we are just wrestling fans. Who knows maybe Piper is watching tonight's show."
Piper was staring at herself. She was wearing a tight spandex outfit, which was bright neon with pink and dark hues. Her makeup was heavy. When she demanded why she was wearing makeup, the makeup artist said all female wrestlers had to have a look for the cameras. Her hair was tied back at least at a bun.
"This is stupid. The men don't wear makeup." Piper complained.
"Lighten up. It's only for one night. Besides we are making a ton for tonight. I don't have to freelance to pay the bills for a few months." Prue was smart. She made CPW sign contracts so they get paid. They were literally putting their lives on the line. She stared at Piper's hair with envy. Her own hair was loose, but was heavily teased. Her makeup and costume were similar to her sister's, except her belly was exposed. She could see how self conscious Piper felt.
"Who are we fighting? The Deadly Duo, Darwin Twins, Black Widow?" Piper naming some of CPW's female tag teams.
"I don't know. Just remember our training."
"Ladies. You have five minutes." The woman says holding a clipboard. Prue and Piper's teeth were chattering from nervousness.
"Just pretend we're doing our thing at home." Prue reassured her thinking about their demon and monster fights.
"If this is our first fight, WHY are we the main event? It doesn't make any sense. We're nobodies. Plus women never are the main draw. Even as champions."
"Don't worry about it." When the woman came in, she told both to follow her. They stood behind the curtain for their cue. Once they heard The Smith's "How Soon is Now?" The woman waves them out.
"Remember to wave. Clap any fan's hands when they stick their hands out. Give hugs to any small children in the crowd. Good luck!"
"If we survive this, you owe me big. Really big." Piper tells with clenched teeth.
"Now to our Main Event! Who's excited!" The announcer calls. The crowd screams.
"Wonder what the main event is about?" Dean asks. His throat was sore from screaming, but he was having the time of his life. Sam wasn't a big wrestling fan as Dean, but he couldn't help but cheer as loud as everyone else. Most of CPW's big stars already came out. The only other stars were Tag Team Champions, Thunder and Mega-Man. Wonder who they are fighting?
"Tonight's Main Event is a mixed gender match! No disqualifications! Anything goes, falls count anywhere! Two Tag Teams, Two different sexes. Introducing first in their debut, 'Deadly' Piper Halliwell-Winchester and 'Lights Out' Prue Halliwell!"
"Excuse me what?" Prue was in shock.
"Mixed gender match? No one told us that!" Piper wasn't expecting that. Before she could give her sister a dirty look, the woman shoves them out. The bright lights nearly blinded them.
The shouts of the crowds almost made them deaf. Prue had no choice but to smile. She smiled and waved to the crowds. She elbowed Piper.
"Wave, smile. Remember we're on a case." Prue slaps hands when she walked by. She hugged a little girl who was holding her hands out.
Piper wanted to kill Prue. But she did what Prue did and slapped hands with the fans who were shouting her name. When she came close to the ring she saw Sam. She almost tripped from shock. What was he doing here?
Sam and Dean nearly had heart attacks when they heard the names.
"Did I just hear that right?" Dean said with confusion.
Sam was visually shocked. When he saw his wife and sister in law, he wanted to pass out. Piper looked as surprised as him.
"Sam? What are you doing here?" She was embarrassed but happy to see Sam. For a moment she forgot where she was.
"On a case. You?" Before Piper could answer, one of the crew members took Piper's arm.
"You are on TV, talk later. Get up there!" The guy ordered. He pushes Piper on the ring. Piper was frozen in fear but when Prue pinched her, she remembered why she was up there. She did what Prue did, and went on the ropes waving to the fans. The fans cheered.
The lights went dark. Both sisters were terrified. They watched wrestling. Whoever they were fighting, they were guaranteed to be huge men.
"Okay. Remember what we learned."
"Yeah. I'll picture both as you. After tonight, you and I are divorced as sisters." Piper was furious.
"Fair enough." Tom better appreciate this. Prue thought.
Sam was shaking. He tried to get to the ring, but immediately was stopped by security.
"That my wife!" He shouted. No way was she fighting two pro wrestlers. Her and Prue will be killed or even paralyzed for the rest of their lives. Magic was gone. With himself and Dean normal, they knew the Charmed Ones were in the same boat.
"Yeah. Yeah. She is your soulmate. Sit down. Maybe you can get her autograph after tonight. Sit!"
"But..." Sam protested.
Dean pulls Sam back to his seat.
"They'll be fine. They came out of worse scrapes than this." Dean assured his brother. But when he saw who walked out, his heart sank.
"Now introducing Tag Team Champions, Boom 'Thunder' Bonsworth and Seth 'Mega-Man' Stomper!" The screams were deafening. There were many boos as well, both Sam and Dean were jeering and booing loudly.
Both wrestlers walked out to Black Sabbath's "Iron Man." They walked out with their wrestler walk, both trying to intimidate their opponents. It was working, both women were terrified.
The referee whispered that trash talk was getting exchanged first. Anything goes, but no profanity.
"Well this is it. Magic is down, will we make it to Heaven?" Piper tells Prue. She was so glad her bladder was empty.
"They look like wusses. Remember the golden rule, the bigger they are..."
"We'll be squashed like spiders." Piper finished.
Both men get into the ring, both men towering over the women. They glare into their eyes. Prue wasn't about to let them get to her, but when she saw them with chevrons, she let her guard down. Mega-Man shoved her. The crowd shouted with loud boos. Prue was helped up by her sister. Piper glared at Thunder. She was tempted to spit, but she didn't. No way was she letting these guys intimidate her. She walked up to him and glared up at him. He started laughing.
Once the referee handed them mics, all four started trash talking.
"You look at this face. I am the bringer of pain, the one that will destroy you! I don't know the meaning of mercy!" Slammer yells in his mic intimidating Prue. Prue glares at him back.
"Big talk coming from a giant marshmallow!" Prue tried not to smile when the crowds cheered.
"Pathetic. Out of everyone here, they send in two little girls? Sorry babe, I beat people bigger than you. Hope you like intensive care! That's where your heading after we're done with you!" Thunder tells Piper giving her a cold stare.
The crowds boos and jeers. Many of the audience gestures with their thumbs down. Piper was terrified, but no way was she disappointing the young children who were shouting their names. She picked up her mic.
"We never lost against anyone! Demons, monsters, no one! We fought against all evil! And won! You are just another notch!" The crowds cheers. She thought she saw his eyes go black, but Piper didn't flinch. Magical or not, she was determined to win. The bell rings.
Since anything goes, both knew what to do. As furious she was with Prue, she and her needed to work together. She went behind Prue. Prue immediately pulls a cheerleader kick, kicking both demons in the face. Both men fall into the ropes.
Yes! The crowds goes nuts. The audience member watching from her hotel cheers. So that is why everyone loves bodily sports.
Prue does a roundhouse kick to Mega-Man's face. While he was seeing stars, Piper uses both legs to shove Thunder away. She wasn't a cheerleader, but she was a Charmed One. She then punches him.
Sam and Dean were on their feet screaming. This match was intense. Neither knew why their friends were fighting, but maybe they had something over them.
"Go Prue! Kick that sorry man's ass!" Dean screamed. He wasn't blind, he saw the black eyes.
"C'mon Piper! Take those assholes! You are a winner! My winner!" Sam was worried, but was cheering for his wife and Prue. Piper was busy fighting, but she thought she heard Sam's voice.
The fight was intense. Both women were hanging on, but the wrestlers they were fighting were professional. They needed a new strategy. Especially now, Piper was punched hard in the gut.
"Piper?" Prue saw her sister gasping for air. They were live, but no way in hell was she okay. Piper probably was injured. She dove out of the ring, giving Mega-Man a Halliwell taunt. Hey it worked in elementary school. Sure enough he came down looking pissed. Prue grabs a chair from a commentator.
"Hi. I need that." She bends it over and slams the chair hard over his head. The wrestler looked dazed. "You want a show? I'll give you a show." She then grabs his head and twists it around. She then holds his head backwards and slams him hard on the floor, using his whole body to give a satisfying smack.
"Yeah!" Dean shouts. "Show that son of a bitch!"
Piper was being lifted in the air.
"Eee!" Piper screamed.
Thunder laughs as he performs a front faced suplex on Piper. Sam was on his feet screaming Piper's name.
"Piper! Remember who you are! These two are wusses! You can do this! Get angry! Get pissed! Channel your anger!"
Piper heard Sam's words and managed to roll away before Thunder dived on top of her on the top ropes. Thunder groaned in pain. Piper decided to do a knee drop. Then after she did that she climbed on the ropes and did a elbow drop on his chest.
The crowd was on their feet screaming. Sam and Dean were shouting their names. Tom was watching from the front ring side seats till Kellman dragged him away.
"Mommy dearest is waiting for us."
Both women were bruised, sweaty and bleeding. They had no idea how much time has passed, but Prue noticed Tom was no longer in the audience. She gestured to Piper. They were running out of time. The show was about to get off the air.
"Lets finish this."
"One, two, three!" Piper picked up Prue, and Prue used her legs to kick them both in face once she was swung. Both wrestlers were caught off guard. They both fell to the mat.
"Hurry!" Prue ordered. Both women pin the wrestlers. Prue lifts up Mega-Man's leg, twisting her body in a classic wrestling move pin, and Piper uses both elbows on Thunder's chest, with her hands on her chin, smiling big at the cameras.
The referee dives.
"One...two...three!" He lifts up both women's arms, forcing Prue and Piper to stand up. The ring announcer walks to the centre of the ring.
"The winners, The Charming Sisters!" The crowd screams. Their entrance song plays.
"Wooo!"
"Marry me Prue!"
"Piper!"
Before the women left the ring, they perform the anti demon spells. The chevrons will disappear eventually. The announcer asks both women to climb on the ropes to get the crowd going.
Dean watches with envy. He did his "moves" at TNW, but it wasn't the same one what was happening up on the ring. The crowds were chanting "Charming! Charming!" Both sisters were flushed with embarrassment, but were waving at their new fans. Sam claps Dean on the back.
"C'mon. We have to see Gunner."
"Who? Oh right." He chants 'Charming!' When the women turn around, he and Sam wave. Prue and Piper wave back.
Gunner was staring at the body of Ronald Kellman. Tom Peters was holding a bloody angel blade.
"He was going to make me kill my mom." The chevrons on his arms were gone. "I have a second chance. You can too." He gives the blade to Gunner. "Give this to my friend, Prue Halliwell. I'm going to confess to murder. It's what I deserve."
Gunner was holding the knife when he heard angel wings. When he turned around he saw Dean Winchester smiling a stiff smile.
"Hello Gunner." His eyes glowed blue.
Sam and Dean walk in to see the lifeless bodies of Ronald Kellman and Gunner Lawless.
Dean tears up.
"Damn. We're too late."
Piper and Prue were in the hallways signing autographs. So many fans.
"Piper! Over here!" The flash almost blinded her.
Prue was posing with a group of kids.
"Thanks! You were amazing." The male chaperone gushes. "I don't see a ring, are you single by any chance?" He says in a shy tone.
It was tempting. Really tempting. CPW offered them a ten year deal worth a few million. The President and CEO were impressed with Prue and Piper and wanted to sign them immediately as the new rookies, tag team sisters. If things were any different, Prue would be happy to sign on the dotted line. But she couldn't. She had a job. Piper hated to admit, the shouts of the crowds, the cheers, the admiration, she understood why Prue and Dean were fans. She wanted nothing more than to walk down that ramp with Prue on a regular basis. Fighting side by side, every week in new arenas, crowds screaming her name. Unfortunately, she had responsibilities. Plus always being on the road, never seeing her sisters or Sam. Both women shake their heads. Even them offering another million, both women declined.
"That's too bad. You two, you have that spark. Sisterhood. Many wrestlers came and went, but you." The President shakes her head. "If you change your minds. Here's my card."
Both women thank Rio. Rio smiles as they walk away. Her role in the company was a secret. She owned TNW, but only because she was tired of being under Ronald Kellman's shadow. CPW was her other passion, maybe someday she can bring her small wrestling company to its former glory.
Tom was sitting in a police car. His mom was devastated, her only son was going to prison. Tom told her he was tired of running. He promised to write to her and apologized for leaving again. When he saw Prue he shouted her name. Prue looked startled, but seeing Tom made her tear up. He nods. He mouths, "My Mom." Before the police car drove him away.
Fran Peters was crying. She knew why Tom killed that man. He wasn't a man. She saw Prue and walked up to her.
"My son told me to give you a message. Don't let the nephilim free. Hell will come to Earth if he does."
Grace and Jack were playing cards. She was only a kid, but already knew Jack cannot leave this place. He was vulnerable to evil. The wings were only the beginning. He was transforming. Without magic, Hell was sealed. But if Jack comes to Earth, magic will return, but at a price. Hell will bleed to Earth's surface. Grace was determined to keep Jack inside. Even if meant she was stuck here forever. Only one thing can open the door. Good thing Jack didn't know how.
Inspector Sheridan was pouring over the Halliwell files. Too bad about Jackman, but he was a idiot. She answered the phone.
"Yes sir. Mmm hmm. Mmm. Okay. I don't know. Yes sir. Goodbye."
Too bad her comrades were killed by Archangel Michael at Sacred Meadows. Sam's and Dean's deaths weren't permanent like she suspected. But they weren't her problem. She looked over the photographs of the Halliwell Manor. What were those women hiding? She poured another cup. This was going to be a long night.