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Post by StoryGirl83 on Apr 4, 2011 13:18:16 GMT -5
This story is a crossover between Supernatural and Charmed. It takes place about six and a half years after Charmed ended and about one years after the current season of Supernatural. Be advised that at the time of writing this I had seen approximately half an episode of Supernatural post season four and therefore was unaware of the events of season five and certainly of season six which hadn't even aired yet. I have also only seen about half of season seven of Charmed, but I have a pretty good idea of what happened in it. This story treats season eight as all in the minds of the Charmed Ones and the comics had not been published yet when I wrote this, so they are completely ignored. The Halliwell Death Trap Prologue - The Sky Is Falling Fall 2012 Everything had been just fine when Sam Winchester went to sleep the night before, or as fine as things could be in the world he and his older brother, Dean, lived in. They had spent a late night watching horror flicks on the motel TV. For once they had nowhere to be in the morning and they had decided to just enjoy it. It was the sound of the roof falling that woke Sam. He rolled off his bed onto the floor less than a second before the timber that had been the roof covered his bed. Demons he could manage, falling roofs were not his usual repertoire, so he scrambled under the bed and waited, hoping that the bed wasn’t going to cave in, too. He lay still until he was absolutely sure that nothing else was coming down. Then, he crawled out from under his bed and shoved the debris away. It took him nearly a minute to get out from under that bed. Once he was able to stand he looked over at Dean’s bed. A piece of the roof had staked the bed right through the middle. Thankfully, Dean wasn’t on it. “Any idea what just happened, Dean?” Sam shoved debris away as he tried to get a good look around the room. With no response from Dean, he grew a little worried. Still, there was no sign of Dean, so his brother had probably gone out for a snack or something. He made his way to the door and started digging a path around it, so he could pull it open. It took a couple minutes, but soon the door was opened. Seeing the hallway, he glanced wryly at the sky above and wondered if it would have been faster to climb out. The remains of the ceiling blocked the path down the hall. With a scowl he began the journey down the hall. He made it within visual range of the snack vendor and looked around. The machine had fallen down and sticking out from it he could see a leg. Sam gulped and as best he could with all the debris he started running. “Dean!” Not Dean. Please don’t let it be Dean. He tried to pick up the vending machine, but it didn’t even budge. There had to be a way to get that thing up. What if someone was alive under it? Sam pushed away debris and got down on the ground so he could get a good look and his heart caught in his throat. His brother looked at him from unseeing eyes. “No, Dean. No!” He started shaking. “No! Why now? After all the things we have survived.” His body started shaking uncontrollably at sobs wracked his body. “No. no. no!” He couldn’t bury his brother. Not again. There had to be a way to change this, to fix it, to reverse it. “Dean!” |
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Post by StoryGirl83 on Apr 4, 2011 13:23:05 GMT -5
There are three characters in this chapter. One is Sam, of course. One was mentioned in Charmed, but never seen. And one was never mentioned, but most likely would have known at least two credited Charmed characters if he were to have existed.
 With SF Police Chief Edwards & Mr. Trudeau (Andy’s Dad) Chapter One - San Francisco PD Two days later Sam sat in the police department waiting for the police chief to talk. There had been no other survivors and everyone seemed to think it was a miracle that Sam had walked away without much more than a few scratches. Sam no longer cared. Dean was dead and the longer they kept him here, the less likely he was going to find a way to bring his brother back to life. Last time Cas had brought him back, but there was no sign of Cas, hadn’t been for months. A man in civilian clothing entered the room and walked up to the chief’s desk. “I thought you might want to take a look at this, Edwards.” Chief Edwards picked up the paper and frowned at it. He sighed and nodded. “I see. I thought you were done with this type of thing when you son died back in ’99, Trudeau.” “Trudeau” shrugged. “I wasn’t looking for this. It found me. Who’s the boy?” “You know the motel that collapsed two days ago?” Trudeau nodded. “It has been all over the news. What about it?” “This guy is the sole survivor.” Trudeau looked at him surprised. “Really? I thought the news said no one survived.” Chief Edwards nodded. “We thought that at first, but we found him next to a fallen vending machine. The machine had crushed his brother.” Sam felt the urge to be anywhere but here. He gripped the sides of the chair he was in so hard that his knuckles were turning white. Trudeau looked at him. “I’m sorry about your brother.” Sam nodded. This man didn’t have anything to do with Dean’s death, but the longer he stayed here, the longer he was going to have to wait to do something and Sam desperately needed to do something. Trudeau turned back to Chief Edwards. “I know you don’t like this kind of thing, but I don’t know who to turn to about this. It’s like the minute those girls died, the house became a death trap.” “Isn’t this the house where Andy’s girlfriend lived?” Trudeau nodded. “And another person is dead because they tried to get in. Edwards, you have to keep people out of there.” “Maybe we should just finish blowing it up. The explosion that killed the sisters left the house unstable.” “Is that how you are explaining the death of every member of the swat team that tried to enter that building afterward?” Trudeau asked, sarcastically. “Edwards, think! This is not to be taken lightly. That house is not going to let you blow it up any more than it’s letting anyone inside it.” Sam frowned. This was starting to sound very supernatural. Maybe he and Dean . . . but Dean was dead. Unless he could do something about it, he and Dean were never going to do anything together, again. “Post signs, build fences,” Trudeau pleaded, “but don’t let anyone near that building. People are dying out of curiosity.” Sam groaned. Dean was going to have to wait. He had to look into this before more people died. At the sound the two men looked at Sam as if they had both forgotten he was there. Sam gave them a blatantly fake smile. He needed a look at that paper. Trudeau took the paper back and stuffed it into his pocket. “Just don’t let people go in, Edwards.” On second thought, how hard could it possibly be to find out where to find a house that was killing people? These things had a way of standing out.
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Post by StoryGirl83 on Apr 4, 2011 13:30:46 GMT -5
Chapter Two - The Other Brothers It took another hour to convince the chief that Sam knew nothing more than he had already told them. The fact that he really had no idea of what happened helped quite a bit, but it frustrated him to no end. As he had expected it had taken only a few minutes to find a house that fit the description of Trudeau’s death trap. The hard part had been finding it. Unfamiliar with the layout of the city he’d gotten lost twice. Now, he parked Dean’s Impala along the curb and climbed out of the car. He stared up at the imposing house. In its prime it had probably been a beautiful house, but the door hung by its hinges. Shutters were missing and so were pieces of the roof. According to what he had been told there had been an explosion in 2006 that had resulted in the deaths of the three sisters who had lived there along with the husband of one of the sisters and a police inspector. The house had been inherited by the married sister’s two sons now nine and eight and taxes were paid for by the father of the three sister who was also guardian of the two brothers. “I wouldn’t if I were you,” a voice warned him from behind. Sam turned around and saw two boys standing there. It was hard to be sure which boy was older, but it he had to guess he’d go with the blond one. “Well, you aren’t me now are you?” “Do you really want to die?” the brown haired boy asked. Apparently the blond had spoken first, for the voice was different. “What makes you so sure I’m going to?” Sam returned. The two boys looked at each other. They couldn’t be more than ten, but their eyes looked like they had seen a world of sorrow. It made him think of him and Dean. He couldn’t keep the pain off his face and the two boys looked at him startled. “What happened?” Sam shook his head. He wasn’t going to let some pint sized doom-sayers deter him, even if they did make him think of his brother . . . probably because they made him think of his brother. “You know what, I don’t really care. I’ve faced death before.” He headed up the steps toward the front door. Behind him the boys looked at each other. The older, for the blond was older, nodded at his younger brother and started running. The younger brother looked around and held out his hand. Sam felt himself stop. His muscles quit working and he couldn’t move, not even to blink. The older boy stopped in front of him and gave him a look. “You can’t go in there.” Had Sam been able to, he would have scowled. There was more to this kid than met the eye. “I think he’ll listen now,” the older boy decided. “You can let him go, Chris.” Sam felt control return to him body and he spun around to stare at the boy behind him. This “Chris” was the one stopping him? “Who are you guys?” Chris joined his brother in front of Sam and grinned. “You’re trespassing, you know.” Sam frowned. “I asked who you are.” The older boy shrugged. “Does it really matter? As he said, you are trespassing and it is far too dangerous for you to go in there.” “And that is exactly why I must go in there,” Sam insisted. “Too many people have died and it has to stop.” The two brothers looked at each other. Chris crossed his arms in front of him and shook his head. His brother heaved a sigh and turned to look at Sam. “I’m Wyatt Halliwell and this is my brother, Chris. This is our house and if there was a way to fix this, we would have already done it.” Sam looked at them in surprise. These were the two boys who had inherited this house? “You shouldn’t even be trying. You are too . . .” He was stopped from finishing by a hand raised by Chris. He felt the control leave his body and return almost instantly. “Don’t say that,” Chris insisted. “We can take care of ourselves.” Considering how soundly they seemed to be taking care of him, he really shouldn’t doubt them, but somehow he still did. “But can you go inside?” Both brothers shook their heads quickly. “No one’s been inside in years,” Wyatt was quick to inform him. "Anyone who tries dies.” “But how do they die?” Sam wanted to know. He was going to find a way to stop this house from killing people or he was going to die trying. And most likely he had stumbled on the best source of information he was going to get. The two brothers frowned at each other. “We should take him to Grandpas,” Wyatt suggested after several seconds of silence. “Do you think we can trust him?” Chris asked, glancing at Sam. “We don’t know him.” Wyatt sighed. “I’m not sure. There is something about him that bothers me, but I think . . . I think he’s here to help.” Wyatt sighed. “We need to get in there, Chris.” Sam looked at them surprised. They wanted to get in? Chris looked toward the door. Looking back at his brother, he nodded. “Okay.” Wyatt turned to look at Sam. “Will you come with us?” “Will you let me try going in if I do?” “And have your death on our hands?” Wyatt asked in disbelief. “I absolve you of whatever happens to me,” Sam informed him. “I’m used to being responsible for my own actions, even ones that can or do lead to my death or the . . .” Sam scowled. He was not bringing Dean into this conversation. “Look, I intend to either put a stop to this haunted house killing people and maybe find a way to save my brother or I am going to die trying and join my brother.” “Your brother?” Wyatt asked, looking at him concerned. Sam nodded. “He’s dead.” Wyatt stared at him startled. “You expect to save your dead brother? Want to save my dead parents while you’re at it,” he suggested sarcastically. “If I can,” Sam agreed. It wasn’t that he thought he could. From what he’d learned, their parents had been dead for over six years. When Cas had brought Dean back after he’d been dead for four months that had been amazing. To bring someone back after six years seemed impossible. He wasn’t even sure he could bring Dean back after two days, but he was going to try, because life without his brother was something he never wanted to face again. “We’ll let you help us,” Wyatt decided. “Right, Chris?” Chris nodded, his manner far too old for an eight-year-old. Sam sighed. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to work with a couple of too old preteens, even if he had once been one. “I’m coming. Want me to drive you there?” The two brothers looked at each other and shook their heads. “We’ll meet you there,” Wyatt assured him. “We have our own ways of getting there.” “And I’m supposed to find it how?” “I’ll give you directions of course.” “I got lost twice coming here,” Sam informed him, annoyed. “Either you trust me and will give me directions from the passenger seat of my brother’s car or we part ways here and now.” The brothers looked at each other, again. They started discussing it, just too low for Sam to catch what they were saying. “He seems to think he knows what he’s doing,” Chris commented. “Maybe he does.” “There’s still something about him that bothers me,” Wyatt insisted. “The guy just lost his brother,” Chris offered. “I’d be lost if I didn’t have you.” “Who’s to say he isn’t lying?” Wyatt threw out. “And what if he’s not?” Chris threw back. “What if he really can help us? And what if Mom, Dad, and our aunts are still alive in there?” “Impossible,” Wyatt refuted. “If they were alive, I’d know.” “And if they were dead, Grams would know,” Chris returned. “Come on. You know she’s as confused about that as we are, but she’s quite insistent that they aren’t dead, which means they are alive somewhere. And this is the only place we can’t check.” “Not exactly,” Wyatt returned. “There’s an entire down there that we can’t check.” “What demon in its right mind is going to keep the Charmed Ones alive, if they have them overpowered?” Chris demanded to know. “And what demon in its right mind isn’t going to brag about taking them down, if one really did. No, they aren’t down there. That leaves in there.” He pointed a thin arm in the direction of the manor. “Tell me you don’t want to know.” “You know I do,” Wyatt returned. “But I have to be practical. They very well could be dead. If they are stuck in there, then what’s keeping them in there?” “I don’t know,” Chris admitted, “but we aren’t going to find out on the front step.” Wyatt sighed and turned around to look at Sam. “We’ll ride with you.”
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Post by StoryGirl83 on Apr 4, 2011 13:35:36 GMT -5
Chapter Three - Meeting the Family It amused Sam to no end that even with two natives in the car, they got lost more than once. He wasn’t sure exactly why that was, other than the obvious fact that neither one did any driving, but from their squabbling in the back seat he got the impression that neither one rode in too many cars. They clearly weren’t walking, or they would know the streets better, but he had no idea how they got from place to place. They had him pull up to an apartment complex and lead him to an apartment where they stopped. Chris scrutinized the door with a wrinkled nose and a frown on his lips. Wyatt stood there for a moment and knocked. “Maybe Grandpa’s home,” he suggested with a shrug. A few seconds passed before they heard the sound of footsteps and then the footsteps stopped. There was silence, probably as someone looked out the peephole and then Sam heard the sound of a chain being removed. The door opened and the two boys grinned up at the grey haired man. “Grandpa, we brought a guest,” Chris informed the man. “We hope you don’t mind,” Wyatt added. “We found him over by the manor and we couldn’t let him go in. Someone else died this morning.” The man sighed and pulled the door opened. He waited as they all three entered the apartment before he closed the door behind them and put the chain back in place. He looked at Sam, suspiciously. “I’m Victor Bennett. Who are you?” “Sam . . . Winchester,” Sam informed him, deciding to use his own name for once. He didn’t know exactly what to expect, but he had a distinct feeling lying to these people would be detrimental to his health. Victor raised an eyebrow at the hesitation. “And why did my grandsons bring you home?” “You know I’ve been trying to figure that out for myself,” Sam admitted. “I think maybe it’s because I refused to leave that house alone until I at least tried to stop it from killing people.” Victor’s eyes narrowed. “You realize houses don’t kill.” Sam just smiled at him. “Maybe houses don’t, but the way I’m hearing it something is killing people there. “I intend to stop it. Your family can help me out, or that can stay out of my way.” “Grandpa, we’ve already agreed to work with him,” Wyatt informed his grandpa. Victor shook his head. “No. Absolutely not. I’ve already lost my daughters to this madness. I will not lose you two.” “It’s not your choice, Grandpa,” Wyatt informed him. “We are going to do this.” “I am your guardian, Wyatt,” Victor reminded him. “I should have had Piper bind your powers before they went into that last battle.” Sam’s eyes grew wide as he processed the words while the two brothers groaned. Of course they had powers. Hadn’t Chris used those powers on him? But where had they gotten those powers. His were a combination of innate psychic sensitivity mixed with demon blood. “Grandpa!” Chris cried out. “He doesn’t know about that.” “You think not?” Sam queried. “After what you did to me? I think I’ve got some inkling. Look, are you willing to help me? Because every time I think you are, you just keep changing on me.” Wyatt sighed and nodded. “Have a seat,” he suggested indicating a nearby couch. “If you really want to help your going to need to hear what happened.”
I'm not one hundred percent sure on how Sam has powers. I know he has the whole take demons out of people and he's had premonition type dreams, though not recently that I know of. I know it has to do with the demon blood dropped into him, but I'm not for sure why he was chosen. I think it had to do with a natural psychic sensitivity. Does anyone remember? |
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Post by StoryGirl83 on Apr 4, 2011 13:42:19 GMT -5
This chapter starts with two flashbacks. One of those is straight from the show more or less, the other is one I made up to go with the facts of this story. The images I chose to go with it are from the episode (and scene) in question.
Chapter Four - When Mommy Said "Good-Bye" Paige Matthews was sitting on the floor holding baby Chris while nearby little Wyatt played with his toys. Piper Halliwell and Phoebe Halliwell walked in from saying good-bye to their dad.
“Hey,” Piper greeted.
“Hey,” Paige returned as she looked up. “How’d it go?”
Piper smiled down at Wyatt, so Phoebe answered, “As well as can be expected.”
“You know we’re doing the right thing,” Paige reminded her.
“I hope so,” Piper replied, not sounded quite so confident as her sister. She knelt down in front of Wyatt. “Hey, baby, can I see you for two seconds?” she asked as she moved his fire truck out of the way. “Come here, come here. Just two seconds. Come here. Come here.” She helps him stand up on her knees. “Listen . . . I want you to know that mommy will always be close, okay? I will always be with you.”
Wyatt played with the zipper teeth on either side of his jacket.
“Okay, give me a hug. Quick, quick, quick.” Piper hugged Wyatt, causing Paige to cry as she watched.
Phoebe’s face was stoic.
“I love you so much,” Piper told her son.
“We have to go, you guys,” Phoebe reminded them.
“Okay,” Piper sighed. “Be a good boy,” she told Wyatt as she set him down. She turned to Chris and held out her hands. “Baby, come here.” She took Chris from Paige. “Be a good boy for Grandpa, okay?” she requested, running her fingers gently across his cheek. “Please, sweet baby?” She hugged him tight and sighed. “Okay,” she said quietly, her voice filled with emotion as she stood and carried Chris over to the crib.
Paige stood up, placing a hand on Wyatt’s head for a moment before she walked over to where Phoebe was standing in the doorway.
Piper put Chris down in the crib and with a sad last look she went to stand next to Paige and Phoebe. “Let’s get this over with.”
Paige took her sisters hands and orbed out.
Wyatt watched them disappear in silence.
Sometime later Leo Wyatt called.
“Hi, Daddy,” Wyatt called out as he answered the phone.
“Hi, Wyatt,” Leo replied. “Can you get Grandpa for me?”
“Okay,” Wyatt replied in a bright voice. He set down the phone next to its cradle and ran across the room. “Grandpa! Daddy’s on the phone.”
Victor entered the room with Wyatt on his tail and quickly grabbed up the phone. “Leo, is everyone all right?”
“I don’t know,” Leo admitted. “I’m worried. I think something went wrong. They were supposed to confront Zankou at magic school, but I heard that there was an explosion on Prescott Street. I’m about a block from the Manor, but there is a crowd. I can’t see the Manor very well from here, but the crowd does seem to be centered around it. There’s Darryl. I’ve got to go.”
“That was the last we heard from him,” Wyatt informed Sam. “We don’t know what happened after that. We don’t even know what they had planned.” Wyatt gulped. “Mom promised she’d always be close, but I thought she’d return and then all this happened. Anyone who got too close to the Manor died.” “Has anyone gotten near the house and not died?” Sam wanted to know. “Other than us?” Sam nodded. Wyatt nodded back. “A few people have been thrown across the yard onto the curb, but usually they just die.” “How?” Sam asked. “I asked you before, but you didn’t answer. So how are they dying?” Wyatt blew out a breath. “I’ve only heard small things. It’s not like they could get to the bodies.” “Then, why didn’t I see any bodies when I was there?” “Did you see the scorch marks?” Sam’s eyes narrowed. “What scorch marks?” Wyatt sighed. “From what I’ve heard, sometimes the bodies would lie there for days and then they would seemingly just catch fire.” Sam frowned. “Why days later?” Wyatt shook his head. “I don’t know.” Sam scowled. “Okay, you said, you could get close to the house? How close?” “The porch,” Chris announced. Wyatt nodded. “We can get onto the porch, but if we touch the doorknob, it’s red hot.” “Spontaneous combusting bodies and hot doorknobs,” Sam repeated. “Sure sounds like fire’s involved somehow.” Victor groaned. “You are not involving my grandsons in some scheme. There is nothing in that house, but death.” “Then, I’ll leave them behind when I try to enter it,” Sam replied unconcerned. “I don’t care about dying myself. Right now, I need all the knowledge they can arm me with, because I’d rather live.” Victor looked at his two grandsons. “Boys, do you mind going to your rooms? I need to talk to him.” “We’re not going anywhere,” Wyatt informed him. “You are going to leave the room,” Victor gave him a look. Wyatt scowled. Chris kicked the ground and turned around. He headed to his room without a word. Wyatt sighed and followed him. Sam turned to look at Victor. “You have something to say that might help?”
So what do you think is going on inside the Manor? And who do you think is behind it all? That's all I'm posting for the moment. I have the entire story completed, so I can post more at any point. If I get someone reviewing, then I will post sooner. Otherwise I will post more in a week or two. |
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Post by Jad on Apr 5, 2011 2:42:08 GMT -5
Wow, I'm liking the crossover; it seems to be working.
I like this season seven ending better than the canon one.
It seems to me that time inside the manor is moving at a different rate than the rest of the world and the event horizon between them. Crossing that horizon would be hazzardess to ones health.
It's kind of funny cause my own story 'Checking Out' is about the same kind of thing. Only in my story the demon is trying to use the Charmed Ones to break out. In your story the Charmed Ones are trapped inside and need to be rescued.
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Post by StoryGirl83 on Apr 5, 2011 13:10:20 GMT -5
Wow, I'm liking the crossover; it seems to be working. I like this season seven ending better than the canon one. It seems to me that time inside the manor is moving at a different rate than the rest of the world and the event horizon between them. Crossing that horizon would be hazzardess to ones health. It's kind of funny cause my own story 'Checking Out' is about the same kind of thing. Only in my story the demon is trying to use the Charmed Ones to break out. In your story the Charmed Ones are trapped inside and need to be rescued. Hi, Jad, I'm glad you like my crossover. It's not quite what you are thinking though. Time in the manor is moving at the same rate as everything else. As to the rest of it, well you'll just have to see. Are the Charmed Ones trapped in the manor? Or are they dead like everyone has thought for eight years? In this next chapter there is another flashback, this one from season four of Supernatural. Victor has a chat with Sam that makes Sam remember something that happened then.
Chapter Five - Point of View “I want to know what you are,” Victor informed him. “Are you a witch?” Sam looked at him startled. “Are you kidding me? Witches are evil.” “Don’t ever say that in front of my grandsons,” Victor replied. “I may not be thrilled about it, but I can say without question that witches are not evil. I’m not even going to bother asking if you are a whitelighter. It’s clear that you aren’t.” “What exactly is a whitelighter?” Sam asked, confused. “I could probably go down several other things and I’d eliminate them all, wouldn’t I?” Victor continued without acknowledging Sam’s question. “All you are is a human like me. You can’t fight this. I don’t care what you think you can do, fighting this creature or force or whatever it is, isn’t one of them. My daughters had a lot of powerful magic on their side and they are gone.” “I’ve been around some pretty powerful magic myself and we’ve taken down some pretty powerful magic, my brother and I,” Sam informed him. “You aren’t really going to try and stop me from trying to save people from that house?” “I’m trying to save you from foolishly throwing away your life,” Victor replied. “You have no idea what I’ve been up against, no idea what I’ve had to deal with, and you just don’t get the fact that I no longer care if I live or die,” Sam ranted at him. “My brother is dead.” “And you really think he wants you to die, too?”
Sam reentered the motel room and sat down on the bed.
Dean was standing over him with his arms crossed. Bobby Singer was leaning against the window, also with his arms crossed. Both Dean and Bobby were looking at Sam suspiciously. “So tell me, what’d it cost?” Dean demanded.
“The girl?” Sam smiled up at him. “I don’t pay, Dean.”
“That’s not funny, Sam,” Dean returned. “To bring me back. What’d it cost? Was it just your soul, or was it something worse?”
“You think I made a deal?” Sam asked surprised. It wasn’t that he hadn’t tried.
“That’s exactly what we think,” Bobby informed him.
“Well, I didn’t,” Sam replied, confused. He would have made any deal, if only someone would have taken him up on it, but no one would.
“Don’t lie to me,” Dean demanded straight faced, certain that Sam had done this.
“I’m not lying,” Sam looked up at him.
Advancing toward him, Dean tried to work out what Sam might possibly have done. His face showed annoyance, mixed with anger. “So what now, I’m off the hook and you’re on, is that it? You’re some demon’s pregnant dog-boy? I didn’t want to be saved like this.”
Bobby watched in silence.
Angry at not being believed and angry that he hadn’t been able to do just that, Sam stood and faced his brother. “Look, Dean, I wish I had done it, all right?”
Dean grabbed Sam by the front of him shirt and demanded, “There’s no other way that this could have gone down. Now tell the truth!”
Sam broke Dean grip and informed him that, “I tried everything. That’s the truth. I tried opening the Devil’s Gate. Hell, I tried to bargain, Dean, but no demon would deal, all right?” Sam’s voice rose with every word. “You were rotting in Hell for months. For months, and I couldn’t stop it. So I’m sorry it wasn’t me, all right? Dean, I’m sorry.”
Dean relaxed slightly and finally relented, finally believed his brother. “It’s okay, Sammy. You don’t have to apologize, I believe you.”
“Don’t get me wrong,” Bobby cut in, “I’m gladdened that Sam’s soul remains intact, but it does raise a sticky question.”
Understanding, Dean finished for him. “If he didn’t pull me out, then what did?”
They had learned soon enough that it was Castiel, an angel with orders from God. That Dean didn’t really believe in God or angels hadn’t been that important to them. He certainly believed now, or in angels anyway. And right now, it wasn’t important how Dean had gotten out. It was only important that he had. Well, that and the fact that with Victor’s challenge, Sam was forced to admit, that Dean would not want him to go and get himself killed. Then, getting himself killed wasn’t really what Sam planned to do. He planned to get to the bottom of this killer house and stop it from killing anyone else, himself included, and then he planned to find some way to bring Dean back, no matter what it took. He never wanted to deal with what he had for those four months. Sam shook his head at Victor. “No, he doesn’t want me to go and get myself killed. He’ll want me to bring him back.” Victor’s eyes narrowed. “And exactly how do you plan to do that?” Sam shrugged. “I’ll think of something.”
In the next scene Sam learns something interesting from the two boys, something Chris saw one time they were trying to get in. Want to find out what happens next, you know what to do. Otherwise, I'll post more when I feel like it. |
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Post by Jad on Apr 6, 2011 17:37:20 GMT -5
Yeah, I kind of got that I didn't have it exactly, but the question is, is the bubble trying to keep something in or trying to keep something out.
The bubble is the area in the manor that on its edges hurts people. It's like some kind of force field that's not letting anything in or out of the manor.
And, I like that you used Sammy. He is my favorite brother.
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Post by Reality Bites on Apr 7, 2011 0:03:30 GMT -5
Looking forward to the next chapter! Post soon! ;D
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Post by StoryGirl83 on Apr 7, 2011 10:30:51 GMT -5
Yeah, I kind of got that I didn't have it exactly, but the question is, is the bubble trying to keep something in or trying to keep something out. The bubble is the area in the manor that on its edges hurts people. It's like some kind of force field that's not letting anything in or out of the manor. And, I like that you used Sammy. He is my favorite brother. The all american demon blood drinker go juice guy. Bubble, huh? I think I'll wait and let you figure out what it is. It does appear that there is some sort of bubble, doesn't it. I tend to switch off which brother is my favorite. Usually it's Sam, but during season four it was pretty much one hundred percent Dean. I wanted to hit Sam over the head . . . probably with rolled up newspapers. Usually I mentally go for pool noodles, but Sam's got a hard head and it would take something harder that a pool noodle to get through to him. Of course, by the time of this story, he'd gotten much more than a newspaper to the head (i.e. the entire "Lucifer Rising" episode). Looking forward to the next chapter! Post soon! ;D Absolutely. Here you go. At any rate, here is the next chapter of this story. Sam is trying to learn what he can about the history of the Manor since people started dying just by being close to it. He learns something rather surprising from Chris as a result.
Chapter Six - Getting the Facts Sam was sitting on the ground looked at the very long list of people. Each of them had a date next to them. A few of them had more than one date next to them, very few. Most of them had the word “DECEASED” written after the date. Some of them had “DEAD” written in a child’s hand. Not one of those with multiple dates had either of those notes written there. On a second and third paper he saw lists of dates followed by a description of events, both written in different childish handwriting. The dates matched most of the time and the events described where very similar. Sam looked up the two boys sitting on the couch. “You did all this?” Chris nodded. “Mostly,” Wyatt announced. “Who did the rest?” “A friend of the family,” Wyatt told him. “He’s on the police force.” “You work with the local law enforcement?” Sam asked astonished. The local law enforcement usually hated him and Dean and usually with good reason. Both boys shook their heads. “Just him,” Wyatt decided. “He’s not too happy about it either, but he understands what we are trying to do.” “He was going to move, but he stayed,” Chris announced. Sam looked surprised. “He stayed for you?” Chris nodded. “He has kids, but they’re older than us.” “Actually, Dare's only a few years older than me,” Wyatt countered. “It’s Mikey that’s older. That’s not why he stayed. They were moving to get away from this kind of stuff, but then all this happened and so many people on the force died, so very many. His boss practically begged him to stay. I think he convinced his wife because with Mom and her sisters gone this wasn’t going to really affect them anymore.” “Except it does,” Sam finished, looking at him. Wyatt nodded. “It does, but not nearly as much. There isn’t much we can do. We try to keep people away. And we try to get in and do something about it, but we can’t.” “You said you can get to the front porch,” Sam commented. “Is there a back door?” Wyatt nodded. “Tried that, too. We get thrown across the lawn.” “We’ve never gotten very close from that side,” Chris commented. “I think I’ve seen someone in there, but it’s really hard to see from the back fence.” Sam looked at Chris startled. “You think you’ve seen someone in there? A body? Or a living person.” Chris shrugged. “I’m not sure. Someone standing up, if I’m right.” Sam looked at Wyatt. “And you? Have you seen anyone?” Wyatt shook his head. “Chris was alone that time. We went right back and promptly got knocked unconscious against the back fence. I guess someone or something didn’t want us to see anything.” “When was that?” Wyatt considered this for several seconds. “I guess it was in May, because it was just before school let out.” “And what did you see the time after that?” Sam wanted to know. Wyatt shook his head. “Grandpa allows us to try and get in the front door, since we’ve only gotten a few minor burns from it. He forbid us to go through the back after that. Chris had a concussion.” Sam sighed. “I guess that’s what I’ll have to check first then.” Both boys shook their heads, quickly. “No!” Wyatt exclaimed. “You can’t do that. It’s even more dangerous than the front. Grandpa’s right about that.” “Look,” Sam commanded their attention, “I know you have a lot more experience with this, but someone has to get into that house or someone has to drop a bomb on it. And from what you are telling me, I’m not convinced a bomb would do it.” He sighed. “I suppose I can see if I can get a view with some binoculars. You wouldn’t happen to have any?” The last pair had been broken by a very large foot stepping on them. There hadn’t been a need to replace them quite yet. The brothers looked at each other. Wyatt frowned, thinking. Chris stood up and headed out of the room without a word. Noticing this, Wyatt relaxed. “Your brother has some?” “I guess,” Wyatt shrugged. Chris returned to the room with a pair of binoculars. “Will these work?” Sam took them from him and smiled. “Thanks, kid.” “It’s Chris,” the boy reminded him. Sam just nodded. He slipped the strap around his neck and let the binoculars fall against his chest. “I’ll let you know what I find.” “Be careful,” Wyatt warned. “I don’t know what’s in there, but they might notice you watching.” Sam nodded. “I’ll be careful.”
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Post by Reality Bites on Apr 7, 2011 16:59:30 GMT -5
I'm pretty sure the family friend is Darryl.
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Post by StoryGirl83 on Apr 7, 2011 23:57:32 GMT -5
I'm pretty sure the family friend is Darryl. Yep! And you'll find out why Darryl and his family stayed in his own words (you've already heard the boys explanation) in chapter ten. For this chapter, you get your first look at what's going on inside the manor . . . and it's very dangerous to get that look, so you (like Sam) have been warned.
Chapter Seven - Rooftop View It had been very hard to find someplace where Sam could look straight at the back of the Halliwell Manor without being caught. As was he had climbed a fence and then onto someone’s roof. He was lying down on the roof with the binoculars up to his eyes, trying to get them focused on the house. When it came into focus he saw a woman with light brown hair walking around the room. Her back was to him. Nearby he saw a dark haired woman standing over what looked like some bodies. Behind her was a man with dark blond hair. He watched the woman with light brown hair walk closer to the woman with dark brown hair. The woman with the dark brown hair waved her arm and sent the other woman sailing. Then, she reached up her hand, as if fingering a necklace he couldn’t see from behind her, and a blue shield appeared in front of her. The woman with the light brown hair scrambled to her feet and sent fire at the bodies on the ground. The dark haired woman dropped her hand and the shield vanished. A wave of her arm, sent the fire away from them. Sam could see what looked like a heated argument followed by more fire, more arm waving, and more appearances of the mysterious blue shield any time the fire seemed to be headed toward the dark haired woman or the man. He couldn’t hear anything, but for a place that no one had successfully entered in over six years, it sure was a busy place. Suddenly, the light haired woman swung around and seemed to stare straight at him with black, souless eyes. He dropped the binoculars as his chest suddenly started to burn. He rolled over, barely suppressing the acute desire to scream as he seemed to boil from the inside out and then it stopped and he was rolling off the roof. So intense was the pain moments before that while he had enough presence of mind to grab for something to hold, he didn’t manage to successfully grab anything and he hit the ground with a crack.
Do you know what Sam saw? And any idea what caused the pain to stop instead of him getting killed by it? For bonus points, can you identify any or all of the people Sam saw (I will count points for all, but I'll only answer about those who are standing . . . and yes, if you want I will keep track of "points". Maybe I'll bless whoever ends up with the most points). |
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Post by Jad on Apr 8, 2011 2:01:55 GMT -5
No guesses on the three people in the manor, but I take it that they are not from Charmed.
One thing that bothered me was that Sam in your story considers anyone with supernatural power to be evil, but I kind of remember them getting help from a woman who had visions or premonitions. And, I kind of think that this was not the only time they got supernatural help from other mortals.
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Post by Reality Bites on Apr 8, 2011 3:01:09 GMT -5
Christie and Prue!!! What the... I can't even begin to imagine what's going on here...
Hope to see the next chapter soon.
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Post by StoryGirl83 on Apr 8, 2011 10:37:51 GMT -5
No guesses on the three people in the manor, but I take it that they are not from Charmed. One thing that bothered me was that Sam in your story considers anyone with supernatural power to be evil, but I kind of remember them getting help from a woman who had visions or premonitions. And, I kind of think that this was not the only time they got supernatural help from other mortals. They are definitely all from Charmed right down to what is causing the blue shield. The black souless eyes is a combination of the two shows who both had something that did that. You'll find out later what that is. In fact almost none of the characters in this are from Supernatural (unless it's a flashback and then all sorts of characters are used). There are some rather relevant ones. As to Sam and people with supernatural abilities, I think you are refering to Missouri Moseley or perhaps Pamela Barnes. And it's not supernatural people in general he is having issues with. It's the idea that witches, specifically, can be good. He had a really bad encounter with a very specific former witch and a not so great encounter with some other witches which will be gone into at a later time. And while he has issues with witches, he doesn't really have an issue with Wyatt and Chris, because he's gotten to know them a little before finding out they are witches, so despite the conversation with Victor, he doesn't think the boys are evil. He just doesn't understand how they can be witches since they are not evil. Christie and Prue!!! What the... I can't even begin to imagine what's going on here... Hope to see the next chapter soon. Very good! Two of the three. I do believe that's better than any other guess anyone has actually written down (I'd have to double check, there might have been someone who guessed a different two on another site). Two more points for you.  The third one is the first one they identify in the story, because Sam doesn't have much in the way of knowledge of any of the characters of Charmed. Enjoy the next chapter.
Chapter Eight - Pictures on a Wall When Sam came to the first thing he noticed was the two Halliwell brothers hovering over him. “He’s awake,” Chris announced. “I see that,” Wyatt replied, relief in his voice. “I was beginning to wonder if I had lost him.” “What happened?” Sam asked as he sat up and felt along it’s leg. Despite being certain that he’d broken it, there seemed to be nothing wrong with it. “I thought I broke this.” Wyatt nodded. “You did. It’s fine now.” “But how . . ?” Sam looked at the two brothers. “Did you do this?” Wyatt and Chris looked at each other. Wyatt sighed and looked at Sam. “I guess there’s a few more things you need to know. I know grandpa talked to you about witches and I know you think they’re evil, but we’re not. Chris and I are both half witch, because our mom and her sisters were witches. We’re also half whitelighter,” Wyatt paused and glanced at Chris, “more or less, because our dad was one until shortly before he disappeared.” “And a whitelighter is . . ?” “Many things, really, a guardian angel, a guide, a healer.” Sam stared at him. “You? A guide?” Wyatt shrugged. “Well, I was born into it, which is very strange. Dad was though. One of the powers I got from that was the ability to heal, so that’s why you don’t have a broken leg anymore.” Sam considered this. “Some power. Thanks, kid.” Wyatt shook his head, but didn’t comment. “So what happened there? I was using my powers to keep an eye on you and all of sudden you went from fine to dying. When we found you, it was next to someone’s house, about a block from the Manor.” Sam nodded. “There’re people in there,” he informed them, pushing himself up so he could stand. “I’m not sure how many, five or six at least. Two women and a man with two or three bodies on the ground. I don’t know if the bodies are alive or dead.” The two brothers stared at him stunned. “Mommy and Daddy,” Chris squeaked. Sam shook his head and threw up his hands. “I have no idea. Got any pictures?” Both boys pointed across the room at some pictures on the wall. Sam walked over to the wall. There were several pictures up there. The first one was of three little girls, the oldest no more than six or seven. The next had those same three girls, a little younger with a woman and Victor. The third picture had three women. Two had fairly dark brown hair, one short, the other shoulder length, drawing a sense of not quite recognition to him. The third had short brown hair a few shades lighter than the other two. The fourth picture was of the longer haired woman with a man with dark blond hair and there was no mistaking it. That was the man he had seen inside that house. “I saw him,” Sam announced. “The man in there was this man. I only got a good look at him and the woman with the lighter brown hair.” He looked at the next picture. It had two of the woman from the third picture with a new woman. They looked older by a few years and the woman who had previously had lighter brown hair now had darker brown hair like the rest. The rest of the pictures were of Wyatt and Chris, as best he could tell, some of them with Victor. The boys rushed to his side and looked up at the picture. With wide eyes they turned to stare at each other. “Daddy’s alive!” Chris exclaimed stunned.
Wyatt and Chris have some stunning new info, but what does it mean? How could Leo be in there, and who's in there with him? Not to mention, how on earth has Leo, as a living breathing human being managed to go seven years in a house that likely has a limited food supply? In the next scene you get Victor's response to all this (well to the events of this chaper, not to the questions). Note - While Wyatt says "I know you think they’re evil, but we’re not" as I stated above, Sam doesn't actually think Wyatt and Chris are evil, just witches in general. He's not having trouble trying to understand how they could be good since they are witches. He's having trouble trying to understand how they could be witches witch they are good. Does that make sense? |
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Post by Jad on Apr 8, 2011 16:51:43 GMT -5
So far, I get that it's Leo, Prue and Christy in the Manor moving around in a fight. Sounds like I'm playing Clue here I'm not getting why Sam would think that all witches are evil by nature. He's run into humans with powers before some good, most evil. Dean's the paranoid one not Sam. But hey, this is your fanfic and I'm enjoying it, thanks. |
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Post by Reality Bites on Apr 8, 2011 18:22:56 GMT -5
The black soulless is a demon thing on Supernatural. In Charmed I can think of only two creatures that had black soulless eyes: those possessed by either The Hollow or The Source.
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Post by StoryGirl83 on Apr 8, 2011 23:13:41 GMT -5
So far, I get that it's Leo, Prue and Christy in the Manor moving around in a fight. Sounds like I'm playing Clue here I'm not getting why Sam would think that all witches are evil by nature. He's run into humans with powers before some good, most evil. Dean's the paranoid one not Sam. But hey, this is your fanfic and I'm enjoying it, thanks. Hehe. That does sound like you are playing Clue, doesn't it. Do you remember what witch Sam knew better than any other? It has to do with that witch. It will be explained better in chapter ten. You're right, Dean is definitely the parnoid one, so if Sam feels this way about them (at least in this story. I'm not actually sure if it was addressed beyond the one issue, but considering what it revealed about a certain character, it works for the story). The black soulless is a demon thing on Supernatural. In Charmed I can think of only two creatures that had black soulless eyes: those possessed by either The Hollow or The Source. There is actually a third on Charmed which is the one I chose and that one is the one I chose to combine with the one from Supernatural. That was fun.
I had fun with the fact that Grams won't let anyone take any name but Halliwell.
Chapter Nine - The Family Name Victor did not take Sam’s little adventure very well. The news that Sam believed his son-in-law might be trapped in the Manor, he took even less well. “If that’s really Leo, then what is keeping him in there? Why doesn’t he come out?” “I imagine that it’s the woman with the fire power,” Sam retorted. “She and the dark haired woman seemed to be in some sort of argument and I got the idea that the dark haired woman was protecting the man . . . what did you say his name was?” “Leo,” Wyatt volunteered. “Dad’s name is Leo Wyatt.” Sam blinked at the use of Wyatt’s name as a last name. “Wait. I don’t get it.” He looked at Victor. “Your name is Bennett. Your son-in-law is named Wyatt. Where does Halliwell come from?” “From their mother,” Victor informed him. “Penny insisted that Patty keep her maiden name when she married me and then Penny insisted that Piper do the same when she married Leo.” “And Penny is?” “My mother-in-law,” Victor replied with a scowl. “She died in ’98, but she’s still interfering in my life and the boys’ lives.” “Are you saying that a ghost has been haunting you?” Sam asked concerned. Victor shook his head, seemingly amused. “Penny’s far too busy with her afterlife to haunt anyone. No, the boys sometimes summon her or their grandmother, my ex-wife.” Sam stared at him confused. “They . . summon ghosts?” The concept was completely foreign to him. He banished ghosts. He kept them away from people. He didn’t summon them. “But . . . why?” “For some reason they seem to like Penny,” Victor replied. “Patty I can understand, I married her after all, but Penny. She never had much use for men.” Victor sighed and walked over to the couch and sat down. “I suppose she deals well enough with the boys though.” Sam just shook his head. “I have never heard of someone wanting to summon a ghost.” “You said your brother is dead,” Victor said in reply. “If you could summon him, would you?” “I’d bring him back,” Sam insisted. “And if that wasn’t possible?” Sam was silent for several seconds. “I can see your point.” He walked over to the wall of pictures and looked at the happy faces. Dean was all he had. These people had each other, or that had for years and years. What had become of them, he was no longer sure, even though he had been told by many people that most of them had died. “They’ve never been able to summon my oldest daughter,” Victor commented. Sam turned around to look at him. “Your oldest daughter? She died before the others?” Victor nodded. “It’s been eleven years since we buried Prue.” “Before Wyatt was born then.” Victor nodded, again. “Prue was killed by a demon called Shax. Wyatt wasn’t born until almost two years later. His mother, Piper, was my middle daughter.” “Your middle daughter?” Sam looked at him. “But . . .” He looked at the pictures on the wall. Four different woman looked at him from two different pictures. Two women were in both pictures, but there were no pictures of all four. “Paige wasn’t mine,” Victor admitted. “Not that it was important in the end. She was their sister and she was not her parents. She was Paige.” Sam nodded. His mind turned to a boy named Adam. They’d never met, but he’d gotten a glimpse into Adam’s life thanks to the creature that had taken it over after killing him. He’d never met him, but Adam had been his brother, dead before he’d even reached twenty. “You said you got a look at the two women,” commented Wyatt startling them both. They had forgotten he and his brother were there. “Could one of them have been Mom?” Sam looked at the woman in the picture with Leo Wyatt and shook his head. “No. The woman with the fire power had hair around that length, they both did, I believe, but the woman with the fire power had much lighter hair, maybe even a blondish brown. And she was the one who tried to kill me, I think, so probably the one that has been causing so much death over these past six years.” “And the other woman?” Wyatt wanted to know. “The color was probably right. It was darker at least, but not nearly as straight.” Sam sighed. “I never got a straight on look at her face, but I’m pretty sure she wasn’t your mother.” He pointed to one of the women in one of the pictures. “No, she looked more like her.”
But who did Sam point to? Since you both know who is in there, I guess the question is . . . did he get it right? While the boys and Victor digest what Sam has to say, Victor puts Sam on the phone with an old family friend, someone very familiar to Charmed fans. Want to make a guess? In addition there will be two more flashbacks from "Something Wicca This Way Goes" and three flashbacks from episodes of Supernatural, two from a season three episode and one from season four. For the purpose of this story, the next chapter does the best job of explaining Sam's reaction to witches, but it also does something else about that. |
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Post by Reality Bites on Apr 9, 2011 0:22:34 GMT -5
If Sam doesn't get it right, he might point to Paige since she is the sister that closely resembles Prue in looks. Well, when she has her darker hair. And I'm guessing the family friend Sam talks to on the phone will be Darryl?
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Post by StoryGirl83 on Apr 9, 2011 23:58:05 GMT -5
If Sam doesn't get it right, he might point to Paige since she is the sister that closely resembles Prue in looks. Well, when she has her darker hair. And I'm guessing the family friend Sam talks to on the phone will be Darryl? Sounds fair enough. Here's a list of what the pictures I described in chapter eight are of: - Prue (6), Piper (4), and Phoebe (2)
- Victor, Patty, and the girls around Christmas 1976
- Prue, Piper, and Phoebe - Aproximately season one.
- Piper and Leo's wedding picture
- Piper, Phoebe, and Paige - Aproximately season seven
- Various pictures of Wyatt, Chris, and Victor taken between 2005 and 2012.
Based off of that, I guess Paige is likely to have dark hair. And the picture of Prue is when she had shorter hair in season one. And yes, it's Darryl. Enjoy.
As I said previously, there are a lot of flashbacks in this chapter. I went through my DVDs and took screenshots of those scenes, so the images are straight from the scenes, two scenes from Charmed and three from Supernatural.
    Flashback     Flashback  Flashback    Flashback  Flashback    Chapter Ten - Regaining Perspective Wyatt walked over to Sam and looked up at the picture, a puzzled frown growing on his face. “But Aunt Prue’s dead.” Sam shrugged. “According to what your grandpa just told me, so is your great-grandmother, but that hasn’t stopped you from seeing her. Maybe she’s taken to haunting her old home.” “Did you say you saw Prue?” Victor asked in disbelief. Sam looked at him. “I don’t know. As I said before I didn’t get a clear view of the dark haired woman, but of all the people on this wall, she looked closest to this woman. She easily could be someone entirely different.” “Prue had the power of telekinesis,” Victor informed him. “She could possibly throw people across the front lawn. But she’s dead. The dead can’t stay around for seven years. That makes no sense.” Sam shrugged, unconcerned. “So it was someone else. I saw the back of her head and a brief glance at her face, not enough to be certain whom I saw. It could easily have been someone else.” “But it could have been her,” Wyatt repeated, wanting to know. Sam nodded. “It could have been.” Victor looked at his grandsons. “Boys, you know I hate to see Penny, but I think you need to summon her.” “Why not Grandma?” Chris wanted to know. “I like her better.” Victor chuckled. “So do I, but if Prue really is in there, then Penny is more likely to know why. Patty might only know that she’s missing.” Wyatt nodded his head. “Chris and I will get what we need.” As the two boys headed into the hall, the phone began to ring. Victor walked over and picked it up. “Hello.” “Another person died today,” Darryl Morris informed Victor without preamble. “Something has to be done. If the boys can’t do it, then is there anyone else at all they can call on?” Victor looked across the room at Sam. “Darryl, I think I have someone you’ll want to talk to.” “Someone who can help?” “Someone who’s going to try whether he can or not,” Victor informed him. “He won’t listen to reason, so we are trying to arm him with as much knowledge as we can.” “A witch?” Victor shook his head. “Not magical at all as far as I know, but he intends to continue on this course. Would you mind talking to him?” Darryl sighed. “Put him on.” Victor handed the phone to a surprised Sam. “The police contact the boys have. He’s met my girls over a decade ago and knows most if not all of their secrets.” Sam took the phone, reluctantly. The idea of talking to the police was a little iffy in his mind, but he was trying to trust this family. “This is Sam.” “Paige’s father?” Darryl asked, confused. “Who?” Sam looked at the last picture on the wall. “Oh. I guess that explains a few things. No, I am definitely not her father. I’m not even sure I’m older than her.” “Sam what?” “Doesn’t matter,” Sam replied. “It does if you want me to talk to you,” Darryl replied. “And have you try and look me up?” Sam retorted. “I’ll save you the time. On paper I look like a really bad bet, but I know this kind of stuff, and I’ve faced some pretty horrific things, things I hope you have never seen.” “Don’t bet on it,” Darryl mumbled. “What was that?” Sam asked. “Nothing,” Darryl replied. “Victor said you are trying to help get rid of the Manor so it doesn’t kill anyone else.” “Then, he told you wrong,” Sam informed him. “I am trying to incapacitate the woman behind the fire power and hoping that the others in there don’t mean me any harm.” “What are you talking about?” Darryl asked confused. “What woman? What others?” “Well, we’ve only successfully identified one of them,” Sam admitted. “I was able to get a good look, but the two women had their backs to me most of the time. I only saw the woman with the fire power’s face when she tried to kill me.” “You’ve already tried to enter there?” Darryl asked, surprised. “And you survived?” “Well, the first time I got stopped by the pint sized owners of the house,” Sam informed him as he watched Wyatt and Chris return with an assortment of large, clear crystals. “But then, I suppose if what I saw is accurate, they may not be the real owners.” “What are you talking about?” “Don’t worry about it,” Sam waved away the question. “Unless someone gets into the building, it’s not important.” “But you saw something inside the Manor?” Darryl pushed. “I saw someone inside the house,” Sam corrected. “Who?” “Right now, it’s not too important, but one of them was a woman with the power to control fire,” Sam informed him. “I believe she is responsible for the deaths piled on that house.” “And I suppose you know how to fix it,” Darryl wanted to know. “There were others in the house,” Sam informed him. “One of them appeared unable to do anything other than avoid the woman with the fire power. If they have all been in there for seven years, I imagine he has a pretty good idea of what he can and cannot do. The other is a woman who seems to be able to use something to put some sort of shield in front of her. While I was watching, every time I saw her use that, she reached up just below her neck, so I think maybe she has some sort of magical amulet on. In addition she seemed to have pretty firm grasp on a telekinetic power, if you know what that means.” “Of course, I do,” Darryl replied. “You have met the Halliwells right?” Sam looked at the two boys setting up the crystals in a circle. “Yeah, why?” “Well, Prue had that power and then Paige had a modified version of it,” Darryl informed him. “Chris has that power and both boys have the modified version of it. From what I’m told, the girls’ grandmother had it, too, but I didn’t know her. She died a few months before I met any of them.” “If I am understanding them correctly, I’m about to meet her,” Sam retorted, his eyes fixed on the two boys. “That isn’t why I am talking to you, though. Is there anything you can tell me about this that might help me?” “If you saw inside that house, you might well know more about this then I do,” Darryl informed him. “Well, tell me what you do know,” Sam requested, “because I don’t know what I will need to know. I am not used to doing things without my brother, and I don’t want to get used to it, but I’m probably going into that house without help.” “What about those inside?” Darryl asked. “I don’t know,” Sam admitted. “I think it is perhaps all the one woman can do to hold off the woman with the fire power. I don’t know if she will be able to help me or not.” Darryl sighed. “All right. I suppose I should tell you what I know.”
The day had finally come. Darryl wasn’t sure if he was glad or sad. Leaving San Francisco meant leaving behind a lot of memories and leaving behind a lot of people. It wasn’t just the Halliwell sisters they were leaving behind. There were two sets of parents, his and Sheila’s who still lived there. There were friends. Sometimes it seemed like the only people he talked to outside of his family were Piper, Phoebe, Paige, and Leo, but they weren’t. There were memories, so many memories.
There was the fact that he didn’t want to end up like Andy Trudeau. Andy had been his friend and his partner, but for Andy the girls had come first. More specifically, Prue had come first. A choice between Andy’s job on the force and protecting Prue had been a no brainer. He’d turned in his badge. A choice between almost certain death and once more protecting Prue and her sisters had cost Andy his life and he’d known it going in. Andy had asked him to protect those girls, too, but there was only so far a man could take a promise. They had become dear to him, but he had his family to think about.
And there was the line. Had it been only him, Darryl didn’t think he would be standing here, ready to leave San Francisco. He might not have always been happy with them. Sometimes he was extremely angry with them, but he believed in what they were fighting for.
“Hold hands,” Sheila Morris directed her two sons. “Hold hands.”
“Why are you running?” Darryl teased his sons.
The boys, Darryl Junior and Michael, Dare and Mikey for short, laughed and smiled as they slowed down.
Behind them the door closed and a stream of light came out of the sky forming into Leo behind them. “Darryl!”
“Oh,” Darryl stopped and turned around. “Leo.”
“Leo!” Sheila exclaimed startled.
“Where’d you come from?” Darryl wanted to know. “How did you get here?”
“A little help from magic school,” Leo informed them, brushing it aside as unimportant. With what he was dealing with, it rather was. “Look, we need to talk.”
“Listen, Leo,” Darryl responded, “I am done talking, man.”
“It’s not just about the girls,” Leo interrupted. “It’s about Sheridan.”
Darryl looked at Sheila before asking, “What about Sheridan?”
“I know she’s investigating the girls,” Leo admitted, “but whatever you do, you’ve got to keep her away from the house. Something big is gonna go down soon.”
“Are they okay?” Darryl asked, suddenly worried.
Leo’s face was worried. He opened his mouth and shut it, again.
“Leo, what is it?” Sheila asked, concerned about the girls, too.
Leo didn’t answer directly. Instead he said, “Look, I know you’re stuck in the middle of this, and for that, I’m sorry, but we need you to keep them away from the house until this is over, for Sheridan’s sake, for everyone’s sake. I gotta go. Take care.” With that, Leo turned and left.
“Hey . . . Leo?” Darryl couldn’t do anything except watch Leo leave. When he was gone, Darryl turned to look at Sheila. “Sheila, baby . . .”
“No, Darryl,” Sheila protested at once. “You promised.”
“Baby, I . . .” Darryl tried to find the words, “I can’t just leave them high and dry. Look, there is nothing more important to me than you and those kids, nothing, but if we’re about building a better future for our family, then I have to help the sisters. Isn’t that what they’re fighting for?”
“Please, promise me this’ll be the last time,” Sheila relented.
“I promise,” he agreed.
By the time Darryl had reached the Manor it was surrounded by SWAT. Sheridan was already dead. There was nothing he could have done to save her. He managed to reach Agent Keyes before SWAT was sent in. “I wouldn’t go in just yet if I were you.”
Over the walkie-talking he heard, “Awaiting your go command. Over.”
“He listened to me but it turns out there was never a good time to go back in,” Darryl informed Sam sadly. “A lot of good people lost their lives that day.” “I was told that you had planned to move out of here,” Sam commented. “What happened?” “I actually did move,” Darryl admitted. “We got all the way to the state border and I got a call from the chief. He wanted me to come back. I turned him down.” “Then, how did you end up back here?” Sam asked confused. There was silence on the other end for several seconds before Darryl spoke again. “That night we stayed at a motel in Nevada. The boys wanted to watch a movie, but Sheila wanted to check the weather report first.” Sam was surprised to hear Darryl chuckle on the other end. “Did I miss something?” “According to my wife, whenever something bad happens with the Halliwell sisters, there are major weather problems,” Darryl explained. “Well, we actually got snowed in our motel that night, so I guess maybe she had a point. However, that isn’t what got us turned back around. Before the weather report was a news report on what happened. With so many dead, it was making national news. I’m sure you heard all about it.” “I think I was trying to enjoy a normal life, trying to avoid any mention of my less than normal family,” Sam informed him thinking back to a time before all this had happened, when he was still in school, when Jess was still alive, when he and Dean had nothing in common. It had been a time when he hadn’t the slightest inkling of what he was about to be up against. When these women where more or less getting ready for their deaths, he was in the first weeks of school busy getting ready for school tests and dates with Jess. How ironic that when their journey was ending, his was about to begin and now their journeys, for better or worse, were crossing. “Makes me think of Piper,” Darryl commented. “She dearly wanted a normal life without . . . demons and all the evils of the world.” “Can’t say that I blame her,” Sam admitted. “I have learned that I’m never going to be normal. It literally is in my blood to be abnormal.” “Sounds like you have a lot in common with those girls,” Darryl commented.
Tammi pulled Ruby up to a sitting position from the floor. She chuckled and looked at Sam. “She didn’t tell you?” Turning back to Ruby she continued her little speech to her former follower. “Pretty mortifying I guess. She was one of mine. I turned her out a long, long time ago.” She supported Ruby’s sagging head as she continued, her voice rising. “Ruby here was a witch. Of course that was when you were human.”
Dean gritted his teeth and glared, surprise still showing in his eyes from where he was pinned to the wall.
Sam looked at the two surprised from where he was pinned to a different wall. He wasn’t sure what surprised him more, but it was probably the fact that at some point Ruby had been human when now she was only vapors that possessed someone.
Tammi through Ruby to the ground, surrounded by debris of a bookcase broken in the fight. She looked down at her with mock sympathy. “Didn’t want your friends to know that all those centuries back you sold yourself to me? Embarassing,” she gave Ruby a half shrug with a half frown, “I guess. But don’t worry love, no secrets where you’re heading remember?”
It had taken the distraction of a witch that Tammi had betrayed to give Dean the chance to use Ruby’s knife to stab Tammi and free the three of them. Elizabeth, the witch, had not been so lucky. When they were back in the hotel, Dean had to know more, probably because he more than Sam had accepted where that year would end. It had been a long time before Dean had told him anything about the conversation.
“Wacky night,” Dean commented to Ruby as he stepped off the sidewalk around the motel toward her. “So let me get this straight, you were human once, you died, you went to hell, you became a. . .”
“Yeah,” Ruby admitted without any emotions. She turned and started walking away.
“How long ago?” Dean asked before she got very far.
Ruby stopped. “Back when the plague was big,” she informed him without turning around.
“So all of ‘em,” Dean tried to reason it out, “every d**n demon, they were all human once.”
Ruby turned around slowly to face him. “Every one I’ve ever met.”
“Well, they sure don’t act like it.”
Ruby shrugged. “Most of them have forgotten what it means, or even that they were. That’s what happens when you go to hell Dean. That’s what hell is, forgetting what you are.”
From listening to the two Halliwell boys talk he had a feeling that while every demon Ruby had ever met had been human at one point, that was not true of every demon this family had dealt with. Of course that was assuming that Ruby was even telling the truth. She was pretty good at lying. If he had needed any proof of that, St. Mary’s Convent had been it.
Ruby circled around Lilith’s body, a look of awe on her face. “You did it. I mean, it was a little touch-and-go there for a while, but . . . you did it.”
The blood pouring from Lilith’s head and then the rest of her body came out in a steady, deliberate stream, too steady and too deliberate.
Sam watched first the blood and then Ruby, suspiciously. Something wasn’t right here. “What? What? What did I do?
You opened the door,” Ruby informed him in an almost giddy voice. “And now he’s free at last. He’s free at last!”
Sam refused to believe his own ears. “No, no, no. No, he . . . Lilith . . . I stopped her. I killed her!”
In an excited voice, Ruby began quoting. “And it is written that the first demon shall be the last seal. And you bust her open. Now guess who’s coming to dinner.”
“Oh, my god,” Sam gasp.
“Guess again,” Ruby smirked.
The sounded of pounding, Dean trying desperately to get in to his little brother, could be heard by both of them. It was ignored.
“You don’t even know how hard it was!” Ruby announced. “All the demons out for my head. No one knew. I was the best of those sons of *******! The most loyal! Not even Alistair knew! Only Lilith! Yeah, I’m sure you’re a little angry right now, but I mean, come on, Sam! Even you have to admit . . . I’m . . . I’m awesome!”
“You *****!” Sam exclaimed, thrusting his hands at her, trying to use his powers. “You lying *****!” He dropped, clutching his head instead.
“Don’t hurt yourself, Sammy,” Ruby warned. “It’s useless. You shot your payload on the boss.”
“The blood,” Sam decided, “you poisoned me.”
“No,” Ruby knelt in front of him. “It wasn’t the blood. It was you . . . and your choices. I just gave you the options, and you chose the right path every time. You didn’t need the feather to fly, you had it in you the whole time, Dumbo! I know it’s hard to see it now . . . but this is a miracle. So long coming. Everything Azazel did, and Lilith did. Just to get you here. And you were the only one who could do it.”
“Why?” Sam needed to know. “W-why me?”
“Because . . . because it had to be you, Sammy,” Ruby replied without making any sense. “It always had to be you. You saved us. You set him free. And he’s gonna be grateful. He’s gonna repay you in ways that you can’t even imagine.”
That was when Dean finally broke in.
Ruby stood to confront him. “You’re too late.”
“I don’t care,” Dean announced as he pulled out the knife and advanced on her.
Seeing what his brother was planning, Sam stood and grabbed her from behind, keeping her from escaping as Dean stabbed her.
Ruby flickered from the inside, then crumpled to the floor, dead.
“I’m sorry,” Sam told his brother, broken, used.
Sam gulped. Ruby had been a witch once. And from what he understood, she wasn’t a very nice one either. It was only in retrospect that he had truly tried to figure her out. She had led him down a very dangerous path and she had tricked him into doing things he never should have done, but he was still the one who had done them. Though he had demon blood flowing within his veins, it wasn’t there naturally and it wasn’t there by his choice. Ruby’s hadn’t been natural either, but it had most certainly been there by her choice. On the other hand the Halliwell sisters were not demonic, and so far as he could tell they were fighting on the same side as he was. Sam sighed. “Thank you.” “For what?” The confusion in Darryl’s voice was obvious. “You reminded me of a few things I’d forgotten and of things I hadn’t really thought about,” Sam informed him. “So tell me about what happened this afternoon.”
As you can see, he's wrapping his head around the idea that Ruby doesn't represent the entire world of witches and he's getting more comfortable with the idea that you can be both good and also a witch. I don't recall for sure, but I don't think this will cause him much more problems. Now it's time to summon Grams. Should be an experience for Sam. I apologize for the swearing. That was straight from the episode. |
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The third one is the first one they identify in the story, because Sam doesn't have much in the way of knowledge of any of the characters of Charmed. Enjoy the next chapter.