Sam was in a restless sleep he was exhausted from their trip. Alaska was a long drive, they stopped in Vancouver to hustle pool. They made enough cash to take the drive up North, their cards were still not working, same with Piper and Prue. Although they said they made extra cash teaching self defense classes.
Jenna was back in Lawrence, she said she was livestreaming her daily blogs, she said she wanted to try something new, being a housewife. She told Dean she wanted to show her viewers what her daily plans were like cleaning, cooking and gardening. Dean, knowing her well, asked why was the sudden change. She just said she just wanted to live a normal life for awhile. No hunting, no magic, just a normal, boring life. Dean was bitching about being "normal," but hearing her voice, he realized he wanted that for himself as well. Working for a living, coming home to a beautiful wife, backyard BBQs, playing videogames with his children.
Dean always said he was childfree. But he thought about Ben and his ex, Lisa. He did enjoy that quiet life. Sure he wasn't married, but he lived as a husband and father. Lisa wasn't a hunter, and was always in danger because of Dean. As long as Dean was around, Lisa and Ben will never have a normal life. But Jenna, she faced danger. Sure Dean was pissed at her sneaking away to hunt, but she was proving to be good. She still had a way to go, but Dean didn't worry as much anymore. Especially after she admitted what happened in France. An angel kill, a soul eater, and a Trickster. Dean was so proud. He was wondering about having a child of their own. But he knew it can never be. Him and Sam, they couldn't. Not now, and probably never.
He saw Sam rubbing his eyes. God he needed coffee. They just left Yukon, Canada and just finished crossing the border. Dean had a rough idea where they were, but first, food.
"Really Dean?" God Dean was a pig. He ate all their sandwiches. Luckily Sam had his energy bars, he purposely hid them from Dean, Dean hated them, but will steal them to satisfy his appetite.
"How much do we have?"
A few minutes later were inside the diner. Hopefully they had enough for food. Dean wanted pie, but Sam thought they should hit the dollar store for bread and peanut butter. But he agreed to go for coffee. While he went to the washroom to fill up their water jugs, and take a sponge bath, Dean counted his change. $4.60? Ouch. His wife had money, but Dean was too proud to ask. Besides, their shared bank account was still frozen. Same with Sam and Piper's.
Luckily the coffee came with unlimited refills. Him and Sam were looking at the map.
"There's nothing there." Sam called his wife, who said the Book had nothing inside it about a magical lucky place. She said the leprechauns never heard of it, everyone in the magical community denied Its existence. Sam looked online, there was nothing in any lore about it. Dean called his wife, seeing if anyone online bragged about winning extreme luck. She said no one heard of it. Otherwise they would be bragging all over. Creators, they were obsessed with showing off. Besides, Jenna said most of the videos about "magic" was faked for views. Both men thanked their wives.
"Too bad leprechauns didn't give us their gold. Nope. Scratch that." Dean still remembered that memory. Even though most fairies were harmless, Dean still distrusted them.
"What can they do? Magic is down. Until magic comes back, they are in the same boat." Sam was exhausted. They just patched up their tire, how Dean didn't notice that nail was a mystery. Hopefully they made it to their destination. "There is nothing up there. No roads, no towns, no landmarks."
"It's there. I know there is." Dean hunted long enough to know when he had a hunch. He waited till the waitress came over to refill their coffees.
"Another cup?" Great. More seekers. Other than the four that came down, none ever came back. She knew they were seeking luck. Seeing their wedding rings, she wondered if they were having marital issues. They weren't the first couple to try to fix their marriage.
"Yes please." Both Sam and Dean held up their cups. Dean points to their map. "What can you tell me about that spot?"
"No, you don't want to go up there." Amanda seen it too many times. Seeing the blonde smiling, she knew she won't be seeing them again. "There's this place. A pool hall to win luck. Extreme luck. Come as a pauper, leave as a prince. Yeah I know. Magic." She smiles. "Anyways, you win, all good right?"
"Sounds like a win win to me." Pool? Dean never lost a game. Except once. He still needed a rematch.
"Sounds too good to be true." Sam remarked. He ignored Dean's eyes, which was rolling in annoyance.
"Except. No one wins. Well, except four." They were slapping each other on the back and laughing. Amanda wondered who they were. They left town in a hurry, but not before giving Amanda a huge tip. She paid for her college tuition for a year.
"Four?" Sam was intrigued. "Do you know who they were?"
"It was a busy night. I don't remember their faces. All I know, they needed luck. Extreme luck. They came with nothing, left with huge smiles. They were the only ones that walked away. Everyone else? None came home. The last guy that left, Leonard? He got in a accident with a truck. Poor guy was all over the road." She shook her head. "Whatever you do, be careful."
When she walked away, Dean counted his money. They had enough to buy their bread and peanut butter, but barely enough to pay for their coffee and tip. Dean heard his stomach growling. God they needed magic back, Dean didn't realize how much he relied on it. This trip was their last chance, Dean knew they'll be stuck up here unless things change. Dean was staring longingly at the menu.
"Sure we don't have enough for a cheeseburger?"
"You can't even digest cheese anymore." Sam scoffed.
"Dude, lactaid." Dean still remembered the stomach cramps. "After this, what if nothing changes. I get stomach cramps, heartburn..."
"Maybe if you change your diet..." Sam tells him in a condescending tone.
Dean just gives him a look.
"Don't tell me to eat that all natural crap. It's bad enough I see my wife and you eating it, besides how does magic have to do with my body?"
"I don't know." Both brothers were mystified. How does magic disappearing have to do with Dean's diet? Plus car trouble? Sam knew fairies watched over nature, even on the drive here, the grass and trees looked sick. It wouldn't take long before everyone starves from no vegetation, or suffocate without no oxygen. They had to figure out how to get magic back ASAP.
Dean payed for their coffees. Sadly he couldn't leave a tip. But he waved her over and asked for her contact information so he could wire her a tip another time. She rolled her eyes and agreed. She doubted they'll be back, but thinking about those four, maybe they'll win. Besides, he was cute. Too bad he was gay.
It took them a day and a half to drive there, it was chilly, thankfully Garth gave them warm sleeping bags. They ate their sandwiches and water, with Sam expressing they needed to stretch their meals. Dean wanted to argue, but he knew Sam was right. It took them a while to find it, but when they pulled up to a rundown looking building in the middle of nowhere, they knew this was it. They hoped.
"Lurlene's." Beer signs and cars. It was the end of the road. They get out of the car and walk inside.
This was it, Sam knew it. People were playing pool, most had that weary, but determined look to win. One guy was wearing a expensive suit, another was a tired mother based on her clothes, a old cowboy, a big tall man with a beer gut, and a exhausted looking bartender.
Sam felt so sorry for everyone there, clearly everyone was here for a reason. Every car outside had plates from all over. Sam wondered. How are they going to do this? How does the game work?
"We don't even have beer money. Or whatever it is to buy in." They bluffed playing pool, but here it wouldn't be that easy.
"We'll figure it out." For the first time in a long while, Dean felt confident. He walked out to the bar.
"What can I get you?" Evie knew they were here to play pool. She wanted them to walk away, take their car and drive wherever they came from. If only she heeded that advice. The owner tried warning her. Evie didn't listen. Why? Because of a guy. Stupid, stupid woman. She beat herself everyday. Now she is a slave to this place.
"Two waters, por favor." Dean holds up two fingers.
"Tap." When Sam saw her holding two bottled waters. She poured them two glasses underneath the bar instead.
Dean looked around for the nearest sucker. He saw some prospects, especially the businessman. He tapped Sam's shoulder.
"Hi. My brother and I, we want to get us a game."
Moira was in the back doing the books when she heard a voice. She peeked out. So those are the two boys. All her guest said was to let them play. Fine. She needed to know who they were. Why were they needed. She was glad Shamus wasn't here, she found him annoying. Leprechauns, they liked to give random humans luck. She always thought humans should earn it. The books can wait, she needed to keep an eye on things.
Sam declined to play, he had to study why people gambled their luck. As a witch he felt the lack of magic. Here, it felt drained. Like magic was siphoned. However, he also felt something very powerful. Like a presence. Before he can think further, he heard Dean trying to bait someone for a game. A older woman stepped up and challenged him. Something about her rubbed Sam the wrong way. He shrugged it off. He went to the bar to ask about the players.
"So what's her deal?" Sam said nodding at Dean's opponent. Who was hitting the balls with her cue.
"Moira? She has a ill relative. She's been here awhile."
Sam knew it was impossible, but he tried using his magic to sense something unusual. When he looked up in the mirror, he saw Moira staring up at him. Sam wondered if she was a witch. Maybe she's playing pool to get her mojo back.
Dean smiles smugly as his coin shines. He shakes Moira's hand.
"Good game."
"Same here."
Dean walks with a confident swagger towards Sam.
"I'm on a roll!" He kisses his coin.
"You won exactly one game." She was good. Sam admitted that. If she was a witch she could use her powers to win every game. However, without magic, she was forced to play fairly. But something about her intrigued Sam. If she was a witch then she was obviously a very old one. Magic may be gone, but the wielders carrying it, they can be a very formidable opponent or ally.
Dean looks around and sees a old cowboy playing pool.
"I see us going home tonight!" Before Dean could approach him, Sam stops him.
"Dean."
"What." Dean was getting impatient. He was itching to play. Plus he was hungry. Good thing he knew where Sam's cereal bars were at.
Sam gestures to Dean to follow him. He talks quietly.
"Dean, I think we should go."
"Huh? Why?" He smiles at a pretty girl smiling at him. He was married, but he liked the attention.
"This place. I sense magic. Old magic."
"Duh. Luck? Of course it's magic."
Sam shakes his head.
"You don't understand. The magic here is stronger than anything I ever sensed. Whoever is running this place, he or she may not be a witch."
"Magic is history. It's fair game."
"Just one more game. Just one." Sam felt it. Magic may be gone, but that feeling he had. He wasn't sure they can walk away that easily.
"Let's rack 'em." Joey Six, the cowboy who introduces himself tells Dean. "What's your name son?"
"Dean Winchester."
"Like the gun."
"And is Joey Six your real name?" Dean whacks the ball.
"Old nickname they called me back in PBR." He smiles as Dean misses.
"Dammit." Dean was good, but so was this guy. He remembered playing pool with Jenna. He had to play smart. No way he was losing Baby again. "Professional Bull Riding Circuit, huh? Alaska is a long way from home." He smirks as Joey misses.
"Good times, then some not so good ones." Joey frowns. Looks like his luck is turning around, backwards.
"Well, I need to kick some ass." Dean aims a ball towards the corner pocket and misses. "Arg." It bounces off a corner.
Joey smirks.
"Big talk about ass kicking." He smirks at the last ball. No way can this kid make that shot.
Dean looks up with a glare.
"Trying to hustle me Rodeo?"
"Double or nothing?" Joey smiles. He should walk away after this. No way was he playing against the owner.
The whole bar was silent. Dean had a serious case of Deja vu. It was like being at home again. Speaking of, he needed to make a call. See if everything was alright. He sees the shot, it looked impossible to win. Dean didn't need magic to win. He aims carefully, his cue ball bouncing above Joey's stripes. Clack!
Joey closes his eyes. So this is how he goes. Kid was good. He had a good life. The only regret he had was smoking that first cigarette at age thirteen. He takes his coin.
"Hella shot." He shakes Dean's hand and walks out, but not before taking his coin.
The coins didn't change, but that feeling of electricity was in the air. Sam gestures to Dean to follow the cowboy. Twenty minutes later they cover him with a blanket.
"Poor guy. I liked that leathery son of a bitch." Cancer. He played to beat lung cancer. Dean sets his cowboy hat on his covered lap. "Ready to hit the road?" He was getting sleepy.
"Not yet. You beat him plus that woman. Will that be enough?" Sam really doubted it. Even if they beat everyone here, magic was still gone. The grass outside was getting dry.
"Well, I have to make a call. Plus to see if I can drive down the road." Dean let's out a big yawn.
"Okay. I have to check this place out." Sam goes back inside.
He knew it. Sam may not have been practicing witchcraft for very long, but he knew something was up. Magic or "luck" was being siphoned. Besides he talked to everyone here. No one wanted to quit. They couldn't. Evie, the bartender was a prisoner. He takes a sip of water waiting for Dean.
"Well?" When he saw Dean stomping in all grumpy.
"Couldn't make it out of the parking lot." He hands the coin to Sam. "Jenna wouldn't answer."
"It's the middle of the night in Kansas." He takes Dean's coin. "I don't believe it."
"What."
"The coin's blank, however I can see it."
"Huh?" Dean was really confused. "What are you talking about?"
"Joey Six. He beat a ton of people. All that luck should have passed down to you. It didn't. Someone's trying to keep us here."
"The hell are you talking about?" Dean was really confused.
"Fortuna! We need a word with you!" How could Sam miss this?
"Its about time you figured it out." Moira/Fortuna walks up to Sam. "Not here."
Sam and Dean were sitting down in the manager's office a few minutes later.
"What is exactly going on?" Dean still had no idea what she wanted with them. His question was soon answered once Fortuna walks in.
"I have a message to both of you." Fortuna tells both men. "Yes, it concerns magic, but that's not all. Look, you and I know what's going to happen. You are destined."
"You are a part of it?" Sam looks at her. Fortuna nods.
"Wouldn't be the first war I seen."
"Can someone tell me something?" Dean was getting really impatient.
"Just some advice. Whatever happens, make your own rules. Break them if you have to. Don't play His Game. Whatever happens, use the strength you have inside you. Not from any outside influence. Not from books, magic, or luck. It's all is inside of you." Fortuna taps her heart. "Everything you need is in here. Remember that." She looks up. "Have a safe trip home."
Sam and Dean were even more confused. Especially when they seen Pax leading everyone out. When they asked, Pax just said this place was closing for good. He nods to Evie who looked lost. He then taps Sam.
"Good luck."
"You too."
Fortuna watches as they drove away. Once they disappear over the horizon, she turns towards her guest.
"Why put them all through that?"
"They have to rely on themselves. Without My Brother's Magic Fingers." Amara stands up. "It was a test, that they passed." She sighs. "I have to stay neutral. I like it here, but I don't belong here. You are all on your own. I won't have any influence on Him."
"I understand." She bows to the Goddess. She was one of the few that met God and the Goddess in person. Unlike her counterpart, Fortuna didn't grant them super charged luck. She didn't need to. They had everything they'll ever need. However, she needed to gather her heroes. She orders Pax to tell the demolition team to destroy this place. She had to go into hiding.
Adam looked at his own body. He shakes his head.
"I don't have a brother."
"DNA matches to you." The coroner tells Adam.
"I don't know what to tell you." Adam didn't care anymore.
"Well, I don't know your family's history, sorry for your loss." He concluded they were estranged. Won't be the first set of twins to fight. He covers his face with a sheet.
Adam knew why his twin died. Sam and Dean were murdered. Unlike him, God wouldn't bring him back. He said a silent prayer to his clone. At least he can have a normal life. Switzerland was a good start, besides his wedding was coming up in London. He takes Bela's hand. He already made arrangements for "Adam" to be cremated. Hopefully he makes it to Heaven.
Prue and Piper were having dinner in San Francisco's newest restaurant, Dream. Lines were all the way down the block, Prue and Piper got in, only because Prue was a former employee of Bucklands. Besides, both needed to get out of the house. Luckily, both bank accounts were working again. Piper could have flown home to Lawrence, but Sam was still on the road. Last thing he said they were somewhere in Winnipeg, Canada. Dean heard of a restaurant that claimed to have the best food of the country. Dean pretty much ordered everything especially double bacon cheeseburgers and a Canadian poutine. Piper laughed and asked if Sam was eating his salads. He sheepishly admitted he ordered a poutine as well, with extra bacon bits.
Both were relieved to be themselves again. No car trouble, both bank accounts were working again, and had no trouble on the trip back. Sam also mentioned they had to make a stop. Their mentor, and father figure Bobby Singer was in a coma.
"What happened?"
"Maid found him in a motel room. He was deathly still, doctors are afraid he suffered a stroke. Dean and I want to see him, just in case."
"I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do?" Poor Bobby, Piper knew how important he was to them.
"Wish us luck." Sam, feeling depressed about Bobby, asked about her sisters.
"Nothing yet. Hope you don't mind me staying here. I need to stay behind just in case."
"No worries. Hopefully things return to normal soon. Any leads on magic?"
"None I'm afraid. Any news, you'll be the first to know." Seeing their waitress walking over, she reluctantly tells Sam she had to go.
Prue watches Piper with a bemused expression. Piper and Sam, even far away they acted so lovey dovey. Even without magic, she could see the hearts in her sister's eyes. Lucky. Other than her angelic ex, Gadreel, she had no suitable candidates. Well maybe one. She blushed thinking about Andy. Maybe there is hope for her after all. She stared at the couple making out. After Piper hung up, she looks at Prue who was smirking hard at something.
"What's up?" She turns around when Prue points. "Whoa." A couple was making out like crazy. ''Any closer and he'll have his tongue down her neck.'' God she missed Sam. "Phoebe and Paige better get their asses back soon. I have a husband in another country, and I should be with him."
"Don't worry. You will soon be sleeping next to your sweetie pie." Prue's was in a good mood. Those self defense class she's been teaching, she got hired as a PR person. The owners of that gym recognized her and Piper from their wrestling match and gave Prue a job. It was starting pay, but Prue was guaranteed to get herself a portfolio on anything she ever did in social media. She had friends from college that acquired suitable careers, like that character Samantha on Sex in the City. If she did good, she may be living in NYC after all.
"Somebody's in a good mood." Piper saw Prue's smile.
"Can't a girl be in a good mood?" She smiles at the waitress holding a drink.
"Here you go." Skye sets down a drink in front of Prue. Prue looked confused.
"I didn't order this."
''Just following orders from the bartender." She points behind her, a cute guy was saluting Prue with his beer.
Prue was flattered, but wasn't interested.
"Sorry, I kinda am seeing someone." Prue was thinking of inviting Andy for drinks. He was back, Prue had another chance at love. She didn't have to hide anything about herself, Andy knew all of her secrets. Best part, he was human. Heaven couldn't take him away for their missions.
Piper looks at Skye walking away with Prue's drink.
"You're seeing someone? Why didn't you tell me?"
"I'm not sure yet. You remember Andy?"
"I take it she wasn't interested." Whitaker Bateman says in a disappointed tone. Ever since his accident, he never got a date. He had looks, a successful career, money in the bank, and women won't give him a chance. His late fiancee, Julie Derikson was in the car with him when they crashed. She died instantly of her injuries after the accident, Whitaker ended up paralyzed. His legs were out of commission, but everything else still worked. Like his mind. She smiles at Skye who looked embarrassed on his behalf.
"She said she was seeing someone." She sets down his chardonnay. The same drink the beautiful brunette was drinking. The woman she was dining with looked beautiful as well, but she had a wedding ring on her finger.
"That's alright." He smiles at Skye. "Would you like to join me for a drink?" He smiles at her flustered expression.
Skye looked uncomfortably at his wheelchair.
"I, uh. Not allowed to date customers." She lied. She quickly walks away with her face beet red.
Another day, another dollar. It was only her first shift, and she was exhausted. She hated being a waitress, but she needed the money. She had to get some sleep, she had to work her day job at the gym. Being a gym trainer during the day, being a waitress at night. Maybe she should move. She crawled tiredly into bed.
She woke up when she felt a presence. She jumped when she saw that same guy from the bar. She hurriedly covered herself in her sheets.
"What are you? How did..." She didn't finish her sentence.
"I get here?" The Dream Sorcerer smiled maliciously. "Welcome to my world Skye. Shall we dance?"
Skye looked down at herself. She was wearing a fancy dress. How...
"You like it? I picked it out especially for you." He takes her in her arms. "You look lovely tonight."
Skye looked around. They weren't in her bedroom anymore.
"Where are we?" They were in a random rooftop somewhere. The sky was red, and they were surrounded in a white mist.
"You're in my realm now." He laughs. "You are dreaming Skye."
"This is my dream?"
"A dream that I control. Here I am invisible."
"You can walk." Oh god. "You're that guy from Dream."
"I could have given you the world. If you have accepted that drink, you wouldn't have worked as a waitress anymore. Hope that job was worth it." He laughs as he dips her, showing her how dangerously they were over the edge.
Skye screamed. The Dream Sorcerer laughed.
"Remember the old superstition, if you die in a dream, you die in real life?"
Skye closes her eyes.
"This is a dream. Wake up Skye." She chanted over and over again.
"You're in my world now. Sayonora Skye!" Before he threw her off, he taunts her one last time. "Maybe you should have been so shallow." He laughs as Skye fell to her death. "Wooo!" He still had one more date.
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania a few days later
Dean and Sam were sitting in Bobby's hospital room. Doctors were baffled at Bobby's condition. Despite his age, he was completely healthy. They couldn't help but wonder why he wouldn't wake up. Dean and Sam were worried sick. If they had known Bobby was sick, they would have left those changelings to another hunter. Monsters were taking advantage of the lack of magic. Without magic, humans were no longer protected. Hunters all over the world were exhausted. Bobby must have been hunting. Whatever put him in that coma, they were determined to wake him up.
Dean thanked the doctor when he walked away. Sam was wondering how? If Bobby was hunting, then what made him comatose? He needed to think about this. He looks at Dean.
"You thinking what I'm thinking?"
Forty minutes later were looking in Bobby's motel room. Posing as the State Police, the manager hands them Bobby's keys. Dean knew it was pointless, but he checked the room with a EMF reader. Sam was checking for any hex bags, or anything cursed. Bobby was well known in the hunting community, many of their enemies wanted Bobby's head.
"Find anything?" Dean puts away his meter. No readings, there wouldn't be. Even ghosts were grounded.
Sam was staring in Bobby's closet. He pushed away his clothes. He saw various pictures of plants and even a obituary. He takes it off the wall.
"Our hunch was right. Bobby was on a case."
Back in San Francisco, Piper was frustratingly trying to follow the fitness model on YouShare. Those abs. No matter how much dieting and exercising Piper did, she couldn't get muscular abs. Not like the model on the screen.
"Forget it." Piper put the small barbells on the floor. "A year, and barely anything changed. I like my junk, but I don't overdo it. I hunt and eat healthy, and still nothing." She lies down to do sit ups.
Prue looks at the video.
"YouShare is free, but she has over two million subscribers. Want to guess how much she paid for her beauty filters and plastic surgeons?"
"Jenna has even more subscribers. She swears she never had work done. Yet has a great body like Phoebe." She hated being jealous.
"Can't speak for her, but you shouldn't be complaining. You're married. Your husband adores you. Besides whenever he's around you, neither one of you can keep your hands off one another. You have something most of us never have." Prue says lightly. But as much as she she tried to put on a cheerful front, she was a little depressed. Andy never returned her texts or emails.
"Something wrong Prue?" Piper cheered up with Prue's speech. She always had a knack for cheering everyone up. But seeing Prue's expression, she wondered if Prue was hiding something.
'What?" She saw Piper's expression. "No. No. Just worried about everyone." Kinda true. Their sisters were still off world. As for her brothers in law, they were worried sick about Bobby. Prue put thoughts about Andy out of her head. "Just need a change of pace." She looks at the clock. "Shit! I'm due at the gym at ten. It's already after nine thirty." She quickly swallows her coffee.
"I thought you worked at home?" Piper asked in confusion.
"So did I. Remember Skye? Our waitress from Dream?" Where is her car keys?
"What about her?"
"She's dead." Ah! There they are.
"Dead? Oh no. Poor girl. How? When?" She was barely out of her twenties.
"A week ago. I don't know how she died. Gotta go! See you tonight!" Prue rushes out the door.
"Bye!" Piper was jealous of Prue. She didn't know why, she was happily married but was bored being a housewife. Unlike Sam, she refused to steal and hack credit cards. Maybe she should find a job. But where. Sacred Meadows? Maybe, Paige would hire her back in a heartbeat. Or, Piper picks up a paper. Be normal for awhile. Hmm. A few openings out there. It had to be seasonal or casual, she couldn't stay here for very long. Not when her home was across the country.
Detective Mitchell was perplexed at the crime scene photos. Another weird death? What is exactly going on in this town? Skye Russell, 26 died from multiple injuries, massive hemorrhaging from a fall, every bone in her body crushed. From the looks of it, a typical jumper. But here, she was in her bed, lying in a massive pool of blood. No way was she moved, the amount of a blood trail would be hard to hide. He looks at his partner who was sipping a coffee.
"What do you think?"
"My guess, suicide." Diana wanted to track down those Winchesters, but she had no idea where to start. She needed to find a specialist. Someone that specialized in weird cases like this.
"Suicide? Skye was locked safely in her apartment. No break ins, door was locked with a deadbolt, windows were locked up tight, security system was on, no way was this a suicide."
"I don't know what to tell you." Wonder of the internet had a listing for a hunter?
"Our predecessors, Treadeau and Morris, plus Sheridon, they all had odd cases. How did they do this on a daily basis?"
"Mitchell. Just do your job. There was three other deaths. Julie Derrikson, Amanda Pom, Opal Twenew, and the latest Skye Russell." Diana had a theory, but it would be very difficult to prove. "Four deaths in six months."
"I looked in Julie's death. She was killed instantly in a car crash. Her fiance, Dr Whittaker Berman barely survived. He is paralyzed in a chair for the rest of his life. It was a rainy night, he lost control, and he crashed. The end." Henry read that report.
"Yeah, but did you know he had several complaints about domestic assault. All from Julie. No charges ever stuck, Julie always dropped the charges."
Henry opens Julie's case. Pushing away the car crash photos, he looks at last years photographs of Julie. She had bruises everywhere. Her back had deep scratches, her neck was bruised from choking.
"Was this..."
"Yep. Bastard hit her. I seen it a lot. Man hits woman, she runs away, he cries, buys her presents and promises to change. She drops the charges, they get back together. Honeymoon phase lasts awhile, before he gets 'triggered' and starts abusing her again. So the cycle continues.'' Diana had a suspicion the car accident was a failed murder-suicide, but it would be difficult to prove. Even if she arrests Berman, his defense team will argue every excuse in the book. Plus his 'tragic loss.' Losing Julie, his legs.
But those three others. It was impossible, but Diana was sure Berman had something to do with their deaths. He may be in a chair, but she saw a ghost in real life. He was either a magician or a witch.
"Skye Russell was crushed to death. Same with Amanda and Opal. What do they have to do with Dr Berman?" Henry asked.
Diana pulls up security footage from Dream.
"You see him checking out that brunette? He sends over a drink. When she sends it back, he tries to flirt with that waitress. You see his rage? She presumably rejects him. His body language says it all."
Henry looks at the footage. Dr Berman was glaring at the brunette and the waitress.
"What does it have to do with Julie?" Henry was even more confused.
"I pulled out other security footage from the last six months from bars in the area." Henry watched as he was rudely brushed off by a tall blonde. He grabbed her arm, and was immediately thrown out by security. In another bar, he was on a date with a woman with a pixie cut. They had dinner, but after he paid the bill, she was shaking her head. She kissed him on a cheek and walked out alone.
"I assume the blonde was Amanda."
"She called to press charges on him. She claimed he called her over and over again. Plus sent her gifts she sent back."
"Like a stalker."
"Yep. She was found dead the next day by her boyfriend. He was away at work at his overnight job at the warehouse. He had a rock solid alibi. Plus no way he can cause her injuries. There wasn't any weapons or unusual blood splatters on the wall from any beatings."
"Her injuries were like Skye and Opal?"
Diana nodded.
"Opal was a delivery driver for a food delivery service. She agreed on a date with Dr Berman. She was found dead a few days later. Same injures."
"But how? If Dr Berman did this? Why kill her? She was just a kid." She was attending college.
"I interviewed her roommates. Guess where we found her. The top bunk of their shared dorm room."
"That's impossible. How could the other two not notice?" Henry was really confused now.
"She said Dr Berman was nice. The wheelchair didn't bother her, she said there was just no spark. She declined a second date. Her roommates were cleared."
Henry read Julie's records again.
"Is this guy bad with women?"
"According to what Julie told me before she died, he was a socially awkward man. He rarely dated in high school or college, Julie was his first relationship. According to Julie, he was moving too fast for her and asked her to marry him after a few months. They were supposed to get married a while back ago, but she called off the wedding. When she moved out, he kept trying to win her back. To shut him up she told her mom she was going for a drive to let him down gently. The accident happened a hour later."
Henry looked over the car accident pictures. It would be difficult to prove, but he used to work in cases with vehicular homicides back in LA. He needed to see the evidence and crime scene.
"Diana, is the vehicle in the junkyard?"
"For another forty eight hours." The junkyard kept cars for the police that were involved in car accidents. Some cars needed to be inspected. Once the inspection was done, the cars were discarded and destroyed.
"Make some calls. Tell the Chief I'm working Julie's case." He had to see that car. Grabbing Julie's folder, he rushes out.
Diana picks up the phone. Henry Mitchell was still new, but already was on his way to being a great cop. He probably be lieutenant in a few years. As for the three senseless deaths, Diana needed a expert. She had no clue how to prosecute this case, but she knew Dr Berman had something to do with it. Too bad she wasn't a hunter. Sam and Dean could figure out this case.
Phew! She made it barely a minute. She immediately sat down in her office and turned on her computer. Prue had a lot of paperwork today, not including social media. She was scrolling through her digital files, deciding what to do when her boss walked in carrying a tablet. Oh no. Prue knew this was going to be a long shift. Her boss shrugs apologetically at her.
"Sorry Prue. Our main servers crashed." Great. All of Prue's hard work was supposed to go online tonight. She ordered some takeout. This was going to be a long night.
Her eyes felt like they were going to burn out. Luckily she knew exactly what to do. She did all this last Friday afternoon. The new layout was going online before midnight, and their Igram page was live tomorrow for the promo. Prue was lost in work when her office work phone rang. Prue answers it absentmindedly while working.
"Sky's the Limit Gym."
The Dream Sorcerer smiles. This was her last chance.
"Hello Prue."
"Uh hi?" Prue was caught off guard. "Can I help you?"
"I wanted to ask if you like to join me for drinks tomorrow at Dream. A sequel to that Chardonnay you sent back."
Prue was stunned.
"Look. I'm really flattered, but I already said I'm seeing someone. How did you get my name? Or my number." Prue's private office nunber was never given out to the public.
The guy smirks. She blew it.
"Hello. Hello?" She put down the phone. "That was weird."
She was dead asleep on her desk an hour later.
"Hello Prue."
That voice. Prue woke up in a hurry on her desk. "Wha.." Most gyms around here opened twenty four hours. Not this gym. "How did you...?" Prue was confused.
"You fell asleep at work. Naughty, naughty." Prue looks around. She was still in her desk, but she found herself stuck on her work chair.
"Why can't I move? What did you do to me?" She wasn't usually easily frightened, but being helpless. The next scene surprised and horrified her. She was naked in her bathtub. "What? How?"
"This is my world Prue." The Sorcerer laughs. "In dreams, the sky's the limit. You can be anything and everything. Magic, sleeping with your favorite celebrity, or even seeing your worst nightmare." He snaps his finger and immediately they were in the burnt remains of the Halliwell Manor.
"Wake up Prue. Wake up." This was her nightmare. She had this nightmare for months.
The Sorcerer looks around in amusement.
"You dream about Armageddon? Interesting. I was planning to throw you off the roof, but seeing your sisters die would be better." He walks behind Prue and picks up her loofa. Prue screams as her flesh peels off with his touch.
"Agh! Stop!" When he started strangling her, Prue felt those arms.
Her boss seeing Prue sleeping shakes her awake. Prue jumps when she is woken up, her hands were around her own neck. Her boss looked worried.
"Prue. Are you alright?" He heard of sleepwalking, but not self choking.
Prue was staring a herself in the gym's mirror a few minutes later. Her back. It had cuts. Her neck had red welts on it.
That was no dream. That was real.
Sam and Dean were still worried about Bobby's condition. He was still in a coma. Sam was deeply worried about Bobby, he told a perplexed Dean Bobby may be under a spell.
"A spell? Magic is still gone. That's impossible. I called every psychic we know. None has their sightseeing or premonitions. Even Missouri is baffled." Pamela and Missouri both admitted they felt lost not knowing the future or seeing anything.
Bobby was hiding from his wife. Karen was screaming that Bobby killed her.
"You did this! You killed me! How could you!" She screamed.
"Somebody help me!" This wasn't supposed to happen. Karen was dead. Her screams were scaring Bobby. "HELP!" Where was Sam and Dean anyways?
Sam took psychology in college. Dreams are a manifestation of a human's desires. You can be anything you ever want to be. A actor, a astronaut, being married to your dream man/woman, or even being rich. Of course it can also cause bad dreams. Usually those who struggle with their self consciousness. Whatever was in Bobby's head, his dream would likely kill him. It was a urban legend, the old saying. "You die in a dream, you die in life." Total horseshit, but those pictures in Bobby's motel room, Bobby was on a case. He was well known in the hunting community. Demons would want to kill Bobby in a dream. Question is how are they doing it? Sam made a few calls.
"Bobby isn't waking up? Oh no." Hearing the door slam, Piper tells Sam she will call him back. "Prue? What happened?" Prue looked scared.
"Is magic still gone?"
"Yeah. Why?" Piper was confused. Sam asked the same thing.
"Look." Prue takes off her shirt.
Piper was looking at Prue with confusion.
"I don't see anything."
"You don't see those scratches? What about my neck?" Prue still felt those hands wrapped around her neck.
"You feeling alright?" Piper knew Prue was so stressed these days.
Prue stomps over to their mirror. Huh?
"Those marks. They're gone." What exactly was going on?
Sam and Dean were watching TV in their shared motel room. Sam was shaking his head. Food prices were raising. Farmers crops weren't growing, fruit and vegetables were rotting, dead animals and fish were seen everywhere. Without magic, things were a disaster waiting to happen. Dean hated fairies, but without them, the world was going to die.
"Any idea how to fix this?" Dean read the news online. Water was getting polluted, same with the ocean. He called his wife and even Castiel. Both said grocery stores were running out of fresh food. Cans were gone off shelves. They had enough food, but without magic, everyone will starve to death in a few months due to no food being grown.
"I wish I knew. Heaven and Hell can't help. Who knows if either side is Heaven or Hell. Angel's wings may be clipped. Hell's fires may be extinguished. As for the other planes, who knows." Sam was worried about his wife. Piper says Prue has been having bad dreams. Plus her sisters are still gone.
"We can't wait for magic to come back. Any way to save Bobby?"
Sam picked up Bobby's notes. Sam sat up.
"Dean. You still have Bela's number?"
Dr Berman crawls slowly onto his chair. They were in a lab, it was a sleep study clinic. Dr Berman loved his job and was often seen here most nights. He claimed ever since his car accident, and losing his fiancee, he was bored stiff. He nods at his assistant.
''Give me 30 cc's of Vandereen." He orders.
"30 cc? That's twice the use..." His assistant begins.
"I own this lab. You are my assistant." He needed to finish this. She'll pay. Just like all the others.
"Yes sir." He says reluctantly. Hopefully he doesn't die of heart failure.
Before Dr Berman falls asleep he thinks about his partner, Dr Walter Gregg. He was the one who created the Vandereen. Dr Berman provided the funds for this clinic. He and Dr Gregg were roommates in medical school. Both were interested in being neurologists. Both graduated with honors.
He was a trust fund baby, he was able to afford the funds to go medical school. Walter had to work hard to get were he was, but he was a brilliant chemist. It was him that found out how to control dreams, especially how to go inside others. He called it "Dream Leaping." At first Whittaker scoffed, but when Walter gave him some African Dream Root, he reluctantly agreed to jump in Walter's dream. Holy shit. It was like the Matrix. Both created worlds in their dreams, sometimes controlled each other's realities. It was insane. But while dreaming about fighting, Walter accidentally broke his one of his arms.
Both were shocked when they woke up. Walter's arm was definitely shattered. After they came back from the hospital, they decided to test a theory. They created a hospital in their shared dream and became ultra famous doctors that cured anything. Whittaker mumbled some mumbo jumbo and poof, Walter's arm was complete healed. The doctors were baffled when they walked in the ER the next day to take the cast off. They blamed faulty machines for the diagnosis. But both knew they stumbled upon a rare discovery.
They kept their findings to themselves, Walter went on and created a drug to help people sleep, he called his drug "Vandereen." He named it after his mom and lost girlfriend, she died when she jumped off a building the night before she graduated from med school. Whittaker opened up his own practice, but also opened up a lab to study people's sleep patterns.
Too bad Walter died, he died of massive blood hemorrhages. Whittaker didn't think much of it, he probably got into a accident in his dream. Before he dozed off he went to find that Prue Halliwell. She had to dream sometimes.
Bela was smirking as she handed the bottle to Dean. That was not all she handed, she also handed them each a cream colored envelope.
"What's this?" Dean asks in distrust. Bela rolled her eyes.
"You and I will be related soon. It's your wedding invitations."
"Your kidding."
"Dean." Sam was embarrassed. "You and Adam?"
Bela shows her diamond ring.
"Wedding is in October. Dress is black tie. Dean, Sam, your wives are welcome to be my matrons of honour. Adam wants you both to be his best men."
"Congratulations. I have to talk to my wife, but I'll be glad to come. I know Piper will come along."
Dean wanted to rip up his invitation. But Adam was their brother. Plus he stood in both their weddings. Jenna liked Bela, they talked for hours at the reception at their wedding.
"Okay. Jenna will be excited." Dean says reluctantly.
"Perfect." Bela didn't trust Dean, but she was the one to convince Adam to invite his brothers. Bela didn't have much friends. But she wanted family to be there. A private restaurant afterwards would suffice. She had her dress already being made. She couldn't wait.
After Bela left, Sam and Dean make the tea. They added Bobby's hairs in their cups to go into Bobby's dream.
"Why are we drinking this?" Dean demanded. All he said to Sam he went to the late Dr Greggs to ask questions. His assistant was cagey, but reluctantly told Dean what he was researching.
"Dr Greggs was studying sleep?" Sam researched Dr Greggs. He was a neurologist. He worked at the college, he taught premed students.
"Well get this. He was studying people's sleeping disorders. He carried his research in secret, never submitting or sharing it with anyone. He had a guinea pig, a Jeremy Frost. He said he couldn't dream, so the good doctor helped." Man Dean could really use a beer. When he saw the student he was studying, Jeremy was polite. He gave Dean a free beer.
"The diagnosis is called Charcot-Wilbrand Syndrome. It means a person can't dream."
"Okay Poindexter. What does it have to do with Bobby?"
"We have to find out."
"Well?" Nothing happened. They were holding their cups.
Sam shrugged. He was sure it will work. When he looked out the window, he gestures to Dean.
"What the?" It was raining upside down. "Are we asleep? Ow!"
"You felt that?" Sam knew it.
"What the hell?"
"Dean? Be careful. Anything could happen. Remember your nightmare from that needle from the Wicked Witch?"
"Yea. So?"
"Be careful." Sam had a theory. "Let's find Bobby."
Bobby was terrified. Karen was somewhere in the house. Bobby knew if she caught him, he was dead. He locked himself in his closet. This was the only room Karen can't hurt him. He apologized to her, but she kept screaming Bobby was a murderer.
Dean and Sam found themselves in Bobby's house. But something was off. It was too clean.
"Where is the books?" Dean was staring at a empty space.
"Dean, I'm going outside." He thought he saw a figure walking around.
"Bobby?" Dean called.
Sam was walking outside. Blue? Bobby had a blue house? Hmph. This was probably when Bobby was married to Karen. He already tried the front door, he couldn't go back in. But he saw Dean inside. Dean didn't hear Sam's knocks or calls. Sam was about to break the window, when he saw a reflection behind him.
Both Dean and Bobby were in that same closet. Karen was screaming that it was all Bobby's fault. Bobby had tears down his cheeks.
"I'm sorry. If I known then what I know now." He pushes Dean away. Dean pulls him back.
"This is a dream! Listen to me! Your wife is dead! She's been dead for years! Think!" Dean's words resonated inside Bobby.
"A dream?" He remembered everything. Karen's screams disappeared. When he opened the door, she was gone.
Sam was holding on to his arm as he stared up at a stoner guy.
"So that's how you're doing it." Sam studied hard in Dream Leaping thanks to Rowena.
Jeremy was about to hit him again, till he heard Sam's words.
"Yea? So? You are nothing. Here, I am a god." He was furious when Sam laughed.
"You're mortal. It's more than the Dream Root." Here, magic thrived. Sam could see his wife, and maybe everybody else. "Thanks for the info."
Jeremy was all alone a second later. He thought he was invisible. But this guy. He was more than a mere insect.
Henry Mitchell managed to get the car back from the junkyard. His partner, Diana Bellard was looking at the wreckage while the CSI team was inspecting it with a fine toothed comb. Henry had to prove Julie's death wasn't a accident. Thankfully Judge Roberts granted him the paperwork. Diana hoped Mitchell's theory was right.
There wasn't much he could do about Skye, Amanda or Opal, their deaths were considered an accident. But Julie. He read the reports. It was raining that night, but according to the weather reports he pulled from the last few months, it ended a full hour before the crash. Roads were wet, but were drying. He seen the skid marks. No way did a puddle do this. He had to pull in some experts, but he knew this was a deliberate accident. Maybe he couldn't prove it was murder, but deliberate manslaughter. Dr Berman killed Julie, he figured to kill himself as well. Plus he found out something. Maureen Tress. She was dating his college roommate. She died by suicide. She was found dead from jumping off the roof of their college dorm. Henry had to exhume her body.
"What's on your mind Mitchell?" Diana asked.
"You heard of Dr Walter Gregg? He was Whittaker Berman's partner. They were college roommates all through medical school and beyond. Berman was obsessed with his best friend's girlfriend."
"Maureen? Yeah I looked into that." There were no witnesses when she jumped. However, their former dorm mates saw them walking upstairs. The latch was broken off the roof, and the dorm residents went up there to party. "Maureen turned Whittaker down. She loved Walter." Diana was already looking forward to slapping the metal cuffs. Wheelchair or not, he was going to prison for two murders.
"She follows him to the roof, presumably to see Walter who was planning to propose. Whittaker takes her upstairs. She doesn't suspect a thing. Once they get up there, he gives Maureen one last chance. Run away together. She says no, enraged he pushes her off. Accidentally or deliberately, he knew he was screwed. He runs to his dorm. There he proceeded to go outside and 'discover' Maureen'a body. There he gets his bloodlust for revenge. Revenge against rejection." Henry had to call the DA.
"C'mon, we have to get the necessary evidence."
"You dreamt about that guy again?" Piper was really worried. Prue said he was trying to blow her up in the manor last night. "Why didn't you use your powers?"
"Magic doesn't work."
"In the real world. Dreams have no limits."
"Look. I can't sleep. You, Phoebe, Paige. I heard your screams." Prue's dream from last night was the worst. The guy was laughing, Prue was tied up in the basement. "Piper. Don't let me sleep." She begged.
"Okay..." Piper had a job interview, but Prue needed her. "I have a job interview, but I can always cancel it." It was just a job at a local carnival anyways. Sacred Meadows needed workers. It was thirty minutes away, but it paid well. No way was Piper working as a cook. Maybe a librarian or record keeper this time. She loved books almost as much as a cooking. Billie called asking for Paige.
"Thanks Piper." The next few days were crucial. Prue wasn't sure why she was dreaming about some guy, but maybe Prue manifested him as a representative for her nightmares.
Back in Pennsylvania, Bobby was filling in Sam and Dean about his job.
"Dr Gregg's death was no accident. He was beaten to death. Guess where. His office. The cameras saw him going in alone, door, windows are locked. Ten minutes later, was found dead by his grad student."
"Are you sure there was no sign of any disturbances? Ceiling tiles, cracked windows?" Dean asked.
"No. I read Dr Gregg's notes. Have either of you ever heard of a drug named Vandereen?"
"I have. Jessica's mom, she used that to sleep. She said she used that to cure her insomnia. It had to be injected by a doctor. Takes a few hours to take effect. She quit after one dose. Said it gave her nightmares."
Dean looks at Sam who was thinking hard.
"Sam, what is the ingredients of this drug?"
"I'm not really sure. But I read it was never approved by the FDA. Patients complained of nasty side effects."
"African Dream Root. Rufus showed me those articles. However, by itself it is sold online as a herbal supplement. But Vandereen, it has a higher dosage of the drug, plus something extra. It was banned awhile ago."
Sam had African Dream Root, but he needed something stronger.
Later that night, both Sam and Dean were sitting in the Impala. Bobby was staying up, he refused to sleep. Dean was worried. Bobby said the guy can enter someone's dream through shared DNA. That is why Sam stole some vials from Dr Gregg's office.
"Great Sam. That psycho has power over me." Dean complained. He was never taking a beer from a total stranger again.
"Not alone. We have something stronger."
"Two against one." He looks at Sam. "Aren't you going to take my hair?" It was the only way for Sam to enter Dean's dream.
"Don't need to. Dean. The drug we injected are a lot more powerful. You won't be alone. Don't be intimated by your fears." Sam was getting sleepy.
Dean wanted to say something sarcastic. Instead he closes his eyes.
Prue wasn't stupid to drive, she was drinking the strongest coffee she had. She was wearing headphones with obnoxious heavy metal, it was the only way to keep awake. Piper was sitting beside her, she was keeping an eye on Prue.
"Its just a few hours. Hang on." Piper stayed up with Prue. She yawned, and seeing Prue fall asleep, she shakes her. "Up! Here. Watch TV." She turns on Prue's favorite show. "Look it's Dr Sexy. You love this episode." It was the episode Dr Sexy falls in love with a woman named Prudence. Prue fantasied about the woman being her instead.
"I love this scene! It's when he takes her on a romantic date all around New York." Concentrate Prue. She can do this.
Twenty minutes later both were fast asleep. Piper was sleeping soundly, but Prue found herself alone with the Dream Sorcerer.
"Hello Prue. You like the dress?" Prue looked down at herself, she was wearing a black gown.
"I seen better." Prue felt so weak. She was pretty much cradled in his arms.
Henry and Diana were arguing with the tech.
"We have a arrest warrant. Dr Berman is wanted in the murder of Maureen Tress." They were still investigating Julie Derikson's death, but had a solid lead on Maureen Tress' murder. A witness seen them arguing, then Berman pushing her off. Plus surveillance footage from a camera from a student. Guy was taping college women in the dorms. He came forward when Mitchell asked for the public's help. Henry and Diana didn't care about the voyeurism charge, they wanted justice. Dr Berman was a serial killer. The kid was granted immunity.
"He's heavily sedated. It will be difficult to wake him."
"I don't care. Wake him up." Henry and Diana wanted this guy behind bars.
"I have to do this slowly. It take him about an hour to get out of it."
Prue felt so tired and weak. She was dancing in his arms.
"Here I am King. Too bad you won't be my Queen."
With those words, Prue woke up. Not physically but subconsciously. She shoves Berman away.
"Wha...how?" He was staring at Prue with disbelief. Oh god. "What are you?"
"You bow down to your Queen!" Thunder and lightening appeared above their heads. Prue held out her arms. Immediately Berman started screaming. "If you think this is bad? This is just the outskirts. The Pit is worse than anything the Bible describes."
Henry, Diana and the technician could only watch in horror.
The burnt body of Whittaker Berman was taken away in a body bag an hour later. All three were spooked. Dr Berman started twitching then he started screaming. Not regular screams, but inhumane screams. His face was full of horror, terror and fear. He then set himself on fire.
"You seen anything like this?" Henry needed a drink. A few bottles at least.
Diana couldn't talk. His death was horrible. He needed justice, she wondered if he was passed Judgment. She knew the supernatural existed, but wondered if she saw his final trip downstairs. She needed to head to church. She made a holy cross on her chest. She looks over at the tech. He needed tons of counseling.
"We have a ton of paperwork." She hoped the four women were finally at rest.
Dean looked at his wife. Jenna was asking about expanding their family. Dean wanted that too, but he couldn't. He glared at Sam who was staring.
"Do you mind?"
"Sorry." Sam wanted children, he saw Dean's expression when Jenna mentioned kids. But that would be impossible. "C'mon. Let's find Jeremy."
Dean was following Sam who suddenly disappeared. Great. Just great. Their hotel was covered in a forest motif. Dean turned around, he saw a wall.
"Of course." Only one way. Dean turned towards his room. Dean was drugged, but unlike Jeremy, he can control everything. He needed to see someone.
Sam was crawling away from Jeremy's blows.
"Why can't you stay still!" Jeremy was holding a bat.
Sam started laughing. The fire. The power. He felt it awakening. When he got up, he stared at Jeremy.
"Your eyes." Sam's eyes were black.
"You believe in Hell? Or Heaven? Go ahead. Use your mojo on me. It won't work. Magic exists. Too bad you won't live to witness it."
Jeremy thought himself as a god. But he realized how foolish he's been. The guy who was named Sam; he wasn't human.
"I was planning on sending Daddy dearest after you, but I am in a hurry. Say hi to Mr Frost downstairs." Sam used his telekinesis power to snap Jeremy's neck.
Back in the real world, Jeremy was laying dead in his bed with a broken neck.
Dean found himself in front of a door. He heard Jack crying.
"Jack? Jack! Hold on! I'm letting you out." Before Dean could open it, a boy stopped him.
"Wait!" When Dean turned around. He saw a little boy. He looked so familiar. The boy smiled at Dean.
"Remember me? Name's Mattie. You saved me from your brother."
It took Dean a minute to remember him. The Dark Universe. This was that half breed.
"Your mom is Ruby? Right?" Mattie nods.
"My mom. She was different than the Ruby in this world. Demons are different over there. She loved me. She loved my dad." Mattie tears up remembering Zachariah. "Thanks for saving me."
Dean noticed his wings. They were beautiful.
"I thought you are half demon. Why are your wings..."
Mattie shook his head.
"I don't know. Dean. Don't let him free. Not even Grace."
"Huh? Why. Wait. Grace is alive?" Dean was relieved. He cared about that kid. He silently thanked Michael for saving her life. Hopefully his relatives as well. But if he did, they were most likely in his bomb.
"The nephilim must stay locked up. He is getting ready. If he comes out now, the world will end. Grace is using all of her power to keep him locked up. Don't open the door. Jesse and I, we are hiding his location from everyone." Cambions, they were powerful creatures. With Lucifer dead, Jesse should have been completely human. But thanks to Jack, he was still alive. Thanks to his archangel blood. Both of them had to keep Jack away till it was time. "Please. Don't tell anyone."
"Sure kid. What about magic?"
"I promise it will return soon." Mattie looks up. "It's time to wake up. Forget about this place. No one should know about it. Ever. Demons, angels. They both want Jack."
Dean nods. This kid was young, but wise beyond his years. Must be his angelic blood.
Sam was already awake, he and Bobby were destroying Dr Gregg's work. Sam already hacked in the government files and wiped clean all of his work. He knew he and his wife had to destroy this "Dream Leaping" experience. No one deserved to be spied on.
"So Sam, that drug. Was it worth it?" Bobby was curious. He wanted to see Karen, to apologize for her death.
Sam shook his head. Instead, he hands him a root.
"Herbs are safer."
Dean was waiting for Sam. Jenna was flying across the country. She wanted to visit the Halliwells. Plus work at Sacred Meadows for awhile. Piper was overwhelmed with the countless paperwork. Dean needed money anyways. Especially when Piper said she needed a cook. Sam was gonna work groundskeeping.
Prue was smiling when she woke up. Dr Sexy. What a gentleman.
Bela and Adam were putting flowers on his "twin's" grave. Adam used his middle name and his biological father's name to put on the headstone.
Allen Winchester His birthday and death were written on the tombstone. This Adam, he sacrificed himself to save his own life. Adam couldn't help but tear up. He kneels down and cries. Bela holds him.
"Adam. He saved us." The assassins wanted both the Winchesters and Halliwells dead. 'Adam' crossed over to warn them. Adam was saved, but Sam and Dean weren't. They were alive, brought back by Someone, hopefully they kept their heads down.
Bela let Adam grieve for a few minutes. Adam didn't know him, but knew he had a family. John, his wife Mary, Sam. They loved Adam and raised him as their own. Adam got up and wiped his eyes.
"Thank you. Tell mom I said hi." They walk away holding each other.
Grace was trying to cheer up Jack who was depressed. He was jealous of Grace's wings.
"It's just temporary. Promise!" Grace knew she'll be here for a long time. Good thing God cannot sense their powers here. Grace made a bunker she seen in a dream. She saw Jack's expression.
"C'mon. Show me around."
The Hard World
Phoebe was sitting on a bus heading up north to Northern Manitoba. The Holy Grail was in the hands of a thirteen year old girl. Phoebe had her jewelry, hopefully it was enough.
Virgil's face was blank as he slit the throat of his partner in crime.
"Sorry. You shouldn't have asked so many questions." Stupid woman. He had his plane ticket to fly North. He'll get there first before the witch.