They say everyone has a choice in destiny. But how can you create your own destiny? When you are locked in a deadly battle between hard cold reality and your heart which is screaming to choose the man you love. But when battles that were never meant to be fought are fought and worlds that were never meant to touch merge there is no other way but to take the alternative and that's exactly what Prue is about to do
Set in Charmed Season two after Mortality bites and set after Dean and Sam's Dad goes to hell.
Hey I'm back Prue's POV. Enjoy this will be in both Dean's and
I had decided to walk to the Doctors since it gave me time to think not to mention I got to put off my trip the Hospital a little longer it always seemed whenever we went they gave us bad news. I glanced discreetly behind me I felt like was being followed but when I looked there was no one behind me. You're just being paranoid Prue I told myself but the feeling of being followed never left it was making me uneasy and every two seconds I would glance behind me searching for an invisible presences. My calm brisk walk soon turned to a half run sweat cascaded down my face half from running and half from the blazing sun that shone down on us illuminating the dark corners of San- Francisco. I felt a large meaty hand cover my hand dragging me into the Alleyway that had unsettled me. I tried to kick and scream but his arms restrained me like Iron Rods. I tried to twist my head so I could throw him into the concrete wall but it was so dark I couldn't see anything. I bit him hard he let out an enraged scream.
"You Bitch" he roared I squinted my eyes at him but he was only pushed back a few steps I stared horrified at him I was powerless. I could now see a faint outline of him he stalked towards me like a predator cornering me. I stared fearfully at him what he was going to do next. I tried to scream for help anything but I was immobile.
"Help" I screamed I turned my head away from my unknown abductor praying that someone would find me before he could cause me any harm. His breath was rancid it was so bad that I felt like vomiting.
"No one can hear you" he said malicious he had a vindictive look on his face. I tried to knee him in the crotch but he just slammed me into the wall his grip on my neck tightened and soon I was suffocating I tried inhaling air but it was no use I couldn't breath. I struggled against him icy cold fear slinked its way to my stomach if I wasn't going to die by suffocation I was going to die by fear .
"Help" I choked out I saw a man around my age by the entrance of the Alleyway. My eyes were pleading.
"Hey I'd let her go if I were you" my nameless saviour threatened the man who's grip had now loosened gave the other male a one over this gave me enough time to kick him in the crotch this time my second attempt at his manhood was successful . He howled in pain clutching his crotch the second male ran over to me he punched my kidnapper hard in the face knocking him unconscious. I was still gasping for air when he noticed me he looked surprised as if he had expected me to be gone by now.
"Are you ok?" he asked I shot him a sarcastic look "sorry stupid question" he muttered to himself.
"Thank you" I finally choked out I was still clutching my throat it felt like it was on fire and it took everything not to scream.
"Its alright" the stranger reassured me I tilted my head examining him curiously he seemed kind of familiar had I met him before I racked my brain for any incidences that we my have met maybe we had walked past each other on the street she concluded but it felt different and some of the emotions that had arose in her when she saw him she must have known him she couldn't feel so strongly about someone she barely knew but a small voice in her head that she pushed to the back of her mind said that she could. He looked uncomfortable under my gaze so I quickly turned away.
"Thank you" I repeated again my voice now stronger. We were left with a awkward silence I didn't know what to say after that. I cleared my throat trying to get his attention "so do I get a name?" I asked him it was getting annoying calling him Man all the time. He hesitated studying me for awhile before he finally replied.
"Dean Winchester" he answered looking at me expectantly.
"Prue Halliwell" I held my hand out to shake I felt my phone vibrate I felt so relieved about it I hated this awkward silence but for some reason I couldn't bring myself to leave and I knew that he felt the same.
"Hello" I said into the phone I shot a smile at Dean and he returned it.
"Prue "it was Piper she sounded relieved but she soon turned angry.
"Why the hell didn't you call we've been so worried about you" Piper yelled
"I know and I'm sorry and I promise I'll explain when I get home" I reassured he she seemed to accept that answer but reluctantly.
"Ok" Piper said grudgingly before hanging up the phone not even bothering to say Bye. I sighed sending Dean an apologetic look.
"That was my sister" I told him he nodded he looked puzzled by the fact that I had told him and inside I was just as confused.
"Um I better go" he said slowly I nodded in agreement
"Same here" we gazed at each other nether of us making a move to leave waiting to see who would back down first in the end it was Dean who looked away. I felt disappointed that it had been cut so short and something gnawed in the inside of me.
"You should get that neck checked out" Dean said before abruptly left not saying goodbye either. I wonder would he be able to handle me being a Witch I thought wistfully to myself I caught myself in horror. What the hell why was I thinking of him in that way it wasn't like they could be anything more she would be getting married in a couple of months and she would probably never see him again. So why did it feel like she was being clawed inside when she thought of him leaving I shook my head trying to clear my mind of the thoughts that dwelled in there.
"I better get back home before Piper kills me" shed thought to herself but a sudden thought stopped her. What was wrong with my powers? I stared horrified at my hands before scurrying into the now crowded streets. Yeah sure her powers were going haywire but they had never failed her before. She was now defenceless an easy target for Demons. She had to get to her sisters and quick before a Demon got to her.
Both Dean and Sam Winchester were in the Impala driving to San Francisco for a break. Why he had chosen the place was unknown to him it was like something had compelled him into going there it wasn't a desire but a desperate need. He felt like he would find something or someone important there. Dean sighed remembering the reason he and Sam were taking a break in the first place. Ever since their Dad had gone to hell he had been confused of what to do Dad had always been the glue the protector. How the hell was he supposed to fill his mantel when he was just well Dean. He was filled with so much self hatred none of this would be happening if he had been paying attention and hadn't gotten fucking killed. He sighed quietly to himself his features twisted with pain and anger not just at him but at Dad for making that stupid deal.
"Dean its -"Sam started but Dean quickly interrupted him
"If you finish that sentence I swear I will shoot you in the crotch with a salt gun" I threatened ever since Dads going to hell Sam had been on his case trying to get him to open up about. Dean mentally snorted at Sam as if this wasn't some cheesy Chick Flick where the characters spilled their guts and it got magically fixed this was real life.
"I wasn't going to say anything" Sam lied quickly laying his hand protectively over his crotch a horrified expression painted on his face. I rolled my eyes ignoring him instead of saying a something snarky. The rest of the car ride was spent in silence occasionally making comments or insulting each other it would have been just like normal if Sam hadn't kept shooting worried looks at me.
"Let's stop her" Sam said looking up to a comfortable looking Motel I nodded at his request before parking the Car.
"You get the room I want to go for a walk" I told him Sam looked at me worriedly I hated walking or any form of exercise. I left him before he could open his mouth to protest or could ask if I was ok. I absently walked around my surroundings blurred into one just colour and noise. I heard some faint crying and screaming the crowd thinned until it was completely abandoned I followed the screaming it was like my personal Pied Piper. I came up to the entrance of a dark alleyway it was to dark to see anything but the source of the screaming came from there. I walked slowly into the dark Alleyway the darkness instantly wrapped around me it was like a blanket had been wrapped tightly around me my senses were numbed.
"Help" the voice sounded chocked and was vulnerable it made blistering hot anger course though him and before he could stop himself he had already shouted.
"Hey I'd let her go if I were you" I threatened coldly the man who was currently strangling the young women who was pinned against the wall turned towards me. He gave me a one over sneering at me my glare hardened. I saw the women knee him he let out a howl of pain I raced over to him punching him hard he fell to the ground unconscious. That was when I noticed her I stared surprised at her I thought she would have gone by now I studied her she was beautiful I was surprised by the word beautiful I did appreciate the opposite Sex but I had never called a girl beautiful before. I suddenly remember that she was hurt I raced over to the woman who was gripping her throat in pain, he had to hold himself back from tending to it.
"Are you ok?" I mentally cursed myself of course she wasn't ok someone had just tried to kill her and she didn't look like she had appreciated the question because she shot me a sarcastic look "sorry stupid question" I muttered to myself.
"Thank you" she choked out tightly gripping her neck. She tilted her head curiously at me examining me; I shifted from foot to foot uncomfortable under her heavy gaze she looked like she snapped out.
"Thank you" she repeated again her voice was now clear stronger.
"It's alright" I said gruffly I cleared my throat trying to get my voice back to its normal pitch. We both stared silently at each other drinking the others feature. She still that curious look on her face he nose was scrunched up she looked like she was debating something.
"So do I get a name?" she asked to most it would have sounded rude but I could tell that she was just curious. I hesitated did I give her a fake name but my something inside of me screamed to tell her my real name it wasn't like we would see each other again.
"Dean Winchester" I looked at her expectantly waiting for her name now.
"Prue Halliwell" she held out her hand for me to shake her hand the contact was brief but I could already feel warmth travelling from our connecting hands all the way to arm. It was so awkward I didn't know what to say but I couldn't bring myself to leave, I know it sounded cheesy but Dean couldn't help it. This girl Prue she was making him feel all cheesy inside I know crap metaphor but that was just how he felt. Her phone vibrated and his eyes travelled further down she was gorgeous. My eyes travelled back to her face she didn't look like she noticed me checking her out she sent me an apologetic smile talking to someone on the phone she grimaced saying something to the person she was talking to.
"That was my sister" Prue informed me looking upset about something. I wanted to ask her what was wrong but I didn't even know her she was just some chick that I had saved just like the other countless girls he had protected so why was she any different.
"Um I better go" I said slowly she nodded at me.
"same here" Prue said we both stared at each other neither looking away neither making a move to leave. It wasn't just a battle of the wills it was something deeper and that was why I broke our staring contest she seemed mildly disappointed.
"You should get that neck checked out" I said before abruptly leaving I didn't pause to say goodbye to her. I knew that I probably shouldn't have left her after just being attacked but he couldn't understand what he was feeling right now. A picture of Prue and Dean entered his mind but they were in old fashioned clothes and they were so tangled together. Lips against Lips chest against chest it felt wrong to watch them like he was intruding in an private moment. What have I got myself into I thought to myself before disappearing into the crowd leaving with thoughts of Prue.
So what did you think? I know the memory bit was a bit confusing but all will be revealed in due course.