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Dean's explanation lacked several things; logic, detail and the truth were three of them. All he had succeeded in doing was riling us up more which was just the opposite of what his goal had been.
"You should have told us." Sam protested angrily.
"I couldn't." Dean insisted.
"Or wouldn't," I mumbled, half-heartedly.
They both looked at me for a brief second before turning back to each other. "Bobby said I couldn't tell ya—so I didn't."
"Since when do you listen to anything anybody has to say these days?" Sam snapped.
"What the hell's that supposed to mean?"
"What do you think, Dean?" I yelled.
I resisted the urge to continue knowing that was not a topic we needed to dive into at this time.
"I did what I had to do to protect you." he shot back.
"Protect me," I scoffed, "letting me think I was going to die was protecting me? Letting me get tied up and nearly burned to death was protecting me?! Well then..."
Sam put a hand on my shoulder but I shrugged it off in mere annoyance.
"Fine," Sam agreed, making me angrier. "You thought you were protecting Primrose or whatever. Why didn't you tell me then? I could have helped."
"No you couldn't have." Dean said.
Sam shot him a glare. "She's my sister too!"
"I know!"
"You're both morons." I snapped, having heard enough. "It's okay for the both of you to know everything but god forbid if I know what's happening in my own damn life."
I marched over to the coat rack and shrugged on my leather jacket. I then grabbed my laptop bag which could be considered my purse in most cases seeing as I didn't actually have a purse…
"Where are you going?" Dean demanded.
"Out."
Before Dean could object Sam silenced him. "Just let her go, Dean."
"What?" Dean snapped. "No—"
"Be back in an hour, Primrose." Sam ordered. "And keep your phone on."
"Sam!"
"Okay. Bye." I said.
I felt slightly weird about Sam taking charge the way he just did. He didn't normally do that.
"Primrose, you're not going anywhere." Dean insisted. "Sam—"
I grabbed the door handle ignoring his protest and walked out of the motel room. The fresh air blew on my face and it was enough to make me smile...I thought I'd never feel that again. The yelling from inside the motel room startled me to the point of disrupting my brief happiness.
"What the hell!" Dean yelled.
"That's what I should be asking you, man!" Sam yelled back.
I shook my head and quickly ran away in a random direction. I figured Dean would try to follow me but after a couple of minutes of running I found nobody was. I slowed my pace to a walk and swerved my way into the crowd of people walking in downtown San Fran.
I'd never gotten to explore before. I mean, usually after a hunt we ditched town and while on the hunt that's all that mattered—the hunt. When I was younger they occasionally took me to the park or an arcade and one time we visited a fair but these were not normal occurrences. Then there were the trips to random bars to make some quick cash, those were always fun. It felt nice to just walk around and act normal...maybe that's what I needed after what happened, some normal.
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I finished my coffee while typing on my laptop one handed. It was strange to be sitting so out in the open without my brothers flanking me on either side but it was also freeing. I am seventeen years old after all, I'm sure I could take care of myself for a while.
"Do you know what you want now?"
I looked up at the waitress flashing a smile in my hope she wouldn't tell me to get lost. I had been taking up this table for ten minutes only ordering one coffee which I had finished long ago. There was a line of customers and very few seats at this little café so I couldn't blame her for being annoyed. I could have simply got a to-go cup and left already but no. Instead I decided to be difficult and pretend to be taking my time picking out what I wanted. This was her second time coming around asking if I was ready to order. I was starting to get hungry so I was actually happy for her interrupting me this time.
"I'll have a bran muffin and a raisin cinnamon bagel with butter, please."
"Sure." she nodded. "More coffee too?"
"Yeah, thanks."
I turned my attention back to my computer screen and sighed. Prudence Halliwell's obituary stared back at me and a picture of her in their club P3 off to the side. She was quite beautiful with her raven hair and green eyes then again they all were. It made me kind of sad to know she was dead. She technically was my sister and I wouldn't even get to know her; not that that's what I wanted to do at this point in my life. I was still rattled from the news that I actually had sisters. Not to mention I was a little disappointed in myself because I'd insisted I'd do something normal today but in fact I was researching my newfound sisters. Yup that's me, always hunting something or rather someone.
The easier thing to do would be to ask them what I wanted to know but I was so not ready to see them. Like I said I wanted a little normal for now and that didn't involve witches of any sort, of course I didn't count myself in this category just yet. I still didn't feel like a witch, I just felt like me...not that I knew who I was anymore. This is confusing.
"Cyber stalking is not a healthy pass time."
I jumped two feet in my chair before spinning around, hand on gun. Preston stood behind me with a small grin and I immediately relaxed. I smacked him in the leg in mild annoyance.
"Don't you know not to sneak up on me by now? That's how you get shot."
He shrugged. "What are you doing here by yourself? Did your brothers actually let you out of their sight?"
"I don't want to talk about it," I sighed.
"Avoidance isn't really your strong suit. You know it's just going to keep bugging you until you tell someone." Preston insisted. He walked around and took the seat across from me, placing his muddy boots atop the table. "So what happened?"
"My brothers and I had a little disagreement and I decided to get some fresh air...end of story." I informed, reluctantly. "And get your dirty boots off the table, this isn't a barn."
"You sound like Melissa." I scoffed and he grinned before sliding his feet to the ground. "And that doesn't sound like that's the end of the story."
Before I could tell him to butt out the waitress appeared with my coffee and muffin.
"Your bagel's just in the oven."
"Oh okay." I nodded.
She was just about to leave when Preston swiped my coffee from my grasp. I gave him a glare.
Swallowing a gulp he made a face of displeasure. "Black coffee Primrose? That explains your lack of sweetness today."
I tossed a packet of sugar at him and he dumped it into the coffee. The waitress looked appalled at his awful table manners. He was a Montgomery there was no doubt about it.
"Can I get another coffee?" I asked.
"Uh sure." she nodded. She left quite quickly.
"Preston, you stole my coffee." I complained, weakly.
Preston dismissed me with a single wave of his hand. "All right so tell me, what's happening?"
"Let's not and say we did." I said, "What are you doing here anyway?"
"Nick and I are staying at a motel near here,"
I froze. Nick is here? I hadn't seen him since before my almost execution. I slowly scanned the immediate area.
"He's not here, here—he's at the motel."
"Oh,"
Preston grabbed my laptop and turned it around, "'Hunting your sisters' is a little weird even for you, Primrose,"
"You're just full of compliments today." I grumbled. "Look after all this stuff that's been going down I just wanted to back away from everything a little bit...act normal if it's possible." He gave me a look of disbelief. I cleared my throat before continuing. "So I'm looking into things just from a distance."
"Oh that's unfortunate. I was going to ask for your help."
"My help?" I narrowed my eyes suspiciously. "You followed me here, didn't you?"
"What? No. Where would you get that idea from?" I rolled my eyes. "Yeah okay, I might have. Apparently we're staying at the same place. I saw you running from your room and well, I had just been about to call you to ask for a favour."
"Were you?" I replied. "I'm not in the mood to play hunter today. Besides Castiel said I couldn't hunt until after the trial."
"I don't need a hunter's help; I need a witch's help and conveniently enough you're a witch."
Just as he said that the waitress appeared with my coffee and bagel. She had the strangest look on her face confirming that she had in fact heard what Preston just said. My eyes widened and I kicked him under the table. She just stared blankly at us.
"Are you some of those devil worshipers?" she demanded after a second.
"What?" he laughed. "Are you insane, lady?"
Jumping to my feet I shoved my laptop in my bag. Unfortunately my new coffee wasn't in a to-go cup either. I shot Preston a mild glare of annoyance before standing straight up.
"Don't worry, we're leaving."
"I think that'd be best." she mumbled.
I handed her a twenty. "Keep the change,"
I tugged on Preston's arm and practically ran away with him laughing half-heartedly behind me.
"You're an idiot." I sighed.
"So you'll help me then?"
I spun around walking backwards so I could see his reaction and smirked, "Uh no."
"What? Don't be like that Primrose. We're friends, right? Friends help each other and I risked my life to break you out of prison. It's the least you can do."
"Oh," I laughed. "Did you forget the fact that you actually didn't break me out?"
"It wasn't my fault you didn't want to leave."
"Speaking of, what was with that look you gave me just before you left?"
"What look?"
"You looked at me like I'd just crashed your car—"
"May I remind you that you did crash my car when you stole it to go for a joyride in the middle of the night." he replied in annoyance.
"Okay, wait. I borrowed your car not stole it and it wasn't even my idea. It was Nick's." I pointed out. "That still doesn't explain why you looked at me that way when in that exact moment I hadn't crashed your car."
"I have no idea what look you're talking about."
"Right, sure you don't." I complained. "If I hadn't said what I said when I said it Dean would have put a permanent stop to Nick's life. You get that right?"
"I guess I should thank you then."
"Uh yeah you should because in case it wasn't obvious I would have rather not said what I said when I said it or at all really." I admitted.
"Well if it makes you feel any better I would have preferred to have not witnessed that should-have-been-private moment and I'm sure the same can be said for everyone else who had been there."
"It doesn't." I grumbled. "Oh and by the way my answer's still no, Preston,"
"We're already here." he protested.
I stopped walking and he nearly collided into me. "I already told you I am trying to have a normal day today, okay? Please do not rain on my parade."
"What if I told you this was actually to help Nick?"
"What do you mean by that?"
"I don't know what he told you or if he's told you anything about this but he's been having lapses in his memory that are starting to happen more and more frequently. The point is there's this potion that might be able to help him and I need it."
"Lapses in his memory? So he wasn't lying about the black outs? He actually told me the truth." I mumbled in disbelief.
"Yeah,"
"Do you know why this is happening? Is there anything else that has been going on with him? Do you think he'll be okay? Has he seen a doctor yet? Oh god what if he's sick or something? Preston, you have to take him to a doctor."
"Primrose," Preston interrupted. "No doctors. This isn't medical."
I crossed my arms over my chest. "Oh, is that so? I didn't realize you had a medical degree."
"Okay maybe I don't know for sure but doctors are out of the question." I started to protest but he interrupted, "You know I would help you if it were one of your brothers. So please help me help Nick."
"Okay," I informed, "but if you want me to make some potion...I don't exactly know how to do that."
"No I want you to help me buy the potion."
I looked at him in confusion. "What?"
He grabbed my arm and pulled me down the alley we stood in front of. "There's a hangout place for witches. Don't ask me what they call it I don't know," he said, "At this place they'll be a guy who abuses his abilities as a witch for personal gain. If I pay him enough he'll sell me the potion."
"What?" I repeated. "You don't make sense."
"Mortals can't see the entrance unless they've been granted special permission."
"You consider yourself mortal now?"
Preston was one of the few that believed hunters weren't as mortal as they claimed to be.
"No, of course not." he brushed off, "Hunters just aren't welcome there hence the reason I have no idea what the place is actually called."
"What makes you think I'll be welcome there?" I demanded. "Everyone I've met pretty much hates the 'hybrid'."
"Doesn't matter, you're a witch—it's in your blood which means you will be able to see the entrance and there's nothing they can do about it."
He pulled me to a stop and turned me towards the alley wall. "So this is where the entrance is?"
"Not exactly." he replied. "I don't actually know where the actual location is because as I've already said they don't let these things get out to hunters. The entrance will appear to you once you read this incantation aloud."
He handed me a piece of paper. The words scribbled on it weren't even English.
"This is in Latin." I complained. "Do I even want to know how you got this?"
"Just say it."
"Okay," I sighed.
He nodded and I stared at the paper for a moment before I started to chant, praying I was saying everything right. Speaking Latin spells wasn't always my strong suit; that was more Sam's expertise.
"Well?" Preston asked immediately after.
I looked up from the paper and gasped. A red door was shimmering against the alley wall. It looked almost painted on the bricks. For a second I wondered if that was the case.
"Well, it worked."
"It did?" Preston looked wildly around.
I stared in shock. "Uh-huh."
"Where is it?"
"Directly in front of us."
"I still can't see it." he sighed. "Let's go."
I took his hand in mine and with the other I swung the door open only for us both to be sucked into the darkness.
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"Primrose?" Preston whispered. "We're here so you can stop screaming in my ear now…"
I snapped my mouth closed and opened my eyes to find a bunch of people staring at me. Seconds later they were all laughing which I chose to ignore. It looked like we were in a really cool living room of someone's house. Not weird at all. There were two pool tables, a couple of poker tables and some dart boards on the far side. Nearest us were some couches and a big screen TV with some major game system hook ups. Most of the people in here looked my age and some a little older.
I looked up at Preston. "What just happened?"
"First time coming here?" a guy questioned.
I looked at him, surprised I'd spoken loud enough for him to hear. "Yeah, that obvious?"
"Don't worry sweetheart you get used to it." he assured.
I scowled at him for calling me 'sweetheart'. His female companion shared the same expression before giving me a smile.
"If you use the actual door that doesn't happen, it's only because you had to be transported here."
"I'll keep that in mind,"
Preston interrupted. "Can you point us in the direction of Sebastian Bryce?"
The whole place fell quiet and the guy narrowed his eyes. "You on the witches' council?"
"No." we both replied. It wasn't exactly a lie.
"Door at the end of the hall." he said. "But she shouldn't go in there."
What did he mean I shouldn't go in there? In where? Weren't we already here? What the hell?
"Thanks. I'll take that under consideration."
Preston walked away without another word and I quickly followed after him ignoring the stares I got. I didn't recognize anyone from the trial nor did they seem to know who I was which I was grateful for; most just looked curious and perhaps a little suspicious. As we walked down the long hallway I came to realize there were many doors and some of them had labels in what looked to be Latin or some other language. How big was this place? I caught up with Preston moments before we were at what I assumed was the right door. It was labeled Manny's Bar in English, thankfully.
"Preston, I think you have some explaining to do." I mumbled.
"Okay he's in Manny's bar." Preston said, completely ignoring me. "So don't draw any attention to yourself and most importantly do what I say."
"I'm not doing anything you say until you tell me what's really going on here."
"One more thing, don't punch me,"
"Don't punch you?" I questioned. "I'm going to do a lot more than—"
I didn't get a chance to finish my sentence because I was startled by the fact Preston's arm was now wrapped around my waist in a very non-friend way.
"What do you think you're doing?" I demanded.
His only reply was to open the door and drag me in along with him. What I saw in front of me made me wish I could go back out the way I came. The scariest looking people were in this bar. To make matters worse I'd never really been in a bar without my brothers before let alone one full of potentially dangerous witches. I was mighty uncomfortable and Preston's arm around me like he owned me or something didn't help with that feeling.
"There he is." Preston mumbled.
He dragged a reluctant me over to the bar. We stood beside a blonde, leather-jacket-wearing, guy who was drinking a beer. I assumed him to be the witch who abuses his god given gifts or as Preston had called him; Sebastian Bryce. Preston cleared his throat but the guy didn't move. I rolled my eyes.
"Excuse me, dude?" I called. "We have some business with you."
"Say the spell little witch-y." Sebastian said.
"Uh..." Preston looked at me as if I knew and I shrugged. "Abracadabra?"
"Really?" I whispered.
Sebastian gave a sideways grin which I was only able to catch because his face was slightly in our direction.
"Clever." He spun to face us. "But I was only..."
Whoa, was he ever hot as sin. Total bad boy thing going for him. Too bad he was like way older than me not that he'd ever go for someone like me while looking like that. I wasn't sure I'd even want him too anyway. I bet he had supermodels at his side all the time. More importantly where did I know him from?
"You might be?" he said, not finishing his previous thought.
"I'm Jimmy and this is Daisy." Preston replied quickly.
I shot Preston a look. Daisy? Daisy? Could he have picked a ditsy-er name? Seriously.
"Right, Daisy..."
He licked his lips as he stared at me with a smirk. If Dean had seen him look at me like that he'd be dead already. Now that I think about it, Dean might actually not care no more, considering he practically let me die to 'save me'. Preston, the wonderful friend he was, did thankfully because he pushed me behind him and out of Sebastian's view. I had to peek around his arm to see but I actually didn't mind this time because I honestly had not expected that to happen. Sebastian raised an eyebrow in reply.
"To what do I owe this pleasure, Jimmy and Daisy?"
"An order." Preston replied, handing him a crumbled paper.
Sebastian looked at it briefly mumbling under his breath before shoving the paper into his pocket. "And I should help you why?"
Preston pulled out a wad of cash and went to hand it to the potion maker but he rejected it.
Sebastian chuckled. "Your money's worthless to me, Montgomery."
"Montgomery?" Preston replied, smoothly.
"You think that you could waltz in here undetected?" Sebastian demanded, "That I wouldn't recognize a hunter that I just saw on the grounds the other day or the famous kid who miraculously survived her own execution?"
"I am not a kid." I protested, annoyed. "I'm seventeen, nearly eighteen for your information."
Of course saying that did actually make me sound like a kid and only irritated me further. Preston reached around and squeezed my hip to silence me. In retaliation and obvious annoyance, I in turn, dug my nails into his hand until he moved it. How do you like them apples, Essie? Sebastian looked at me in a manner that made me wish to punch him but I resisted figuring that would only cause more trouble.
"Well 'not-a-kid' and friend I'm gonna do you a solid and not tell the bar keep that there's a breech in security. In case you weren't aware your friend's kind isn't allowed to be here," he snarled, "however if the both of you don't get out of my fucking face in five minutes consider that favour revoked."
Preston put up his hands in surrender. "Okay, we're leaving. C'mon."
He walked away with me in tow when realization hit me.
"…that I wouldn't recognize a hunter that I just saw on the grounds the other day or the famous kid who miraculously survived her own execution?"
I grinned evilly before swerving around and walking straight back over to Mr. Sebastian Bryce. Grabbing a bar stool I sat right beside him.
"Hey there, Sebastian," I cooed. "Long time no see."
"Daisy," Sebastian growled, quietly. "I believe you misunderstood, what I just said was not an invitation for you to take a seat."
"Oh that's too bad." I pouted.
"I'm sorry to shatter your hopes and dreams, Kid," he smirked, "but jailbait is not on my to-do list."
I scoffed. "Well that's good because that's not why I'm still talking to you."
He shrugged carelessly but I could tell he was curious enough to pay attention. "And what might I ask is?"
I leaned in close to his ear, ignoring the gut feeling that I shouldn't get too close. "You should know that I know some people that know some people, understood? And I could, oh I don't know, let it slip that perhaps one of their people's people is doing a job on the side in this creepy place. If that happens…well I'm gonna take a wild guess and say someone might find themselves in deep shit."
Sebastian narrowed his eyes as he turned his face towards mine, making me more than a little uncomfortable. I knew I should have backed away but for some reason I couldn't explain I didn't move. It was like I was frozen in place. I hid my slowly rising panic. Why wasn't I moving? What was he doing to me? Remain calm, Primrose. Just play it cool. Don't show any fear to this slim ball.
The threatening look fell from his face and was replaced by a devilish grin. "Abracadabra?"
"Abracadabra." I agreed with a shaky voice. "So what do you say, Sebastian?"
"Seb." he corrected. "But only for you, Daisy."
"Charming."
"Go get 'Gomery Mountain over there, I don't have all day to be waiting around for you."
It was almost like I was pushed by a strange force when I jolted back from him. I felt the relieve wash through me at finally being a good enough distance away from him. What the hell was that? When I turned I found most people were or had been gawking at us. I felt my face heat up as I wandered over to Preston who had his arms crossed over his chest angrily.
"What the hell are you—"
"I just got him to help." I interrupted. "You're welcome."
"What?" he replied, surprised. "How?"
"I seduced him..." He gaped at me in disbelief and I sighed trying not to take offence to his response. "...with my brilliant mind. Duh."
"So you either threatened him or blackmailed him? Or both?"
I scowled. "I'm appalled you would accuse me of such things but basically yeah." He grinned. "Let's go before he changes his mind."
We both started for the bar only to discover Sebastian was no longer there.
"Damn it." Preston cursed.
"Where'd he go?" I demanded. "I had him cornered, I swear!"
"There he is," Preston said, "by the bathrooms."
We rushed over and sure enough Seb was leaning against the wall in between the men's and ladies room. He stood up when we arrived.
"About time."
"You're lucky you didn't take off, I would have told those people stuff!" I snapped, randomly. "You know..."
"Angry little thing, ain't she?"
I glared. "Excuse me but I'm—"
"All right, shut-up." Preston ordered me. "The potion?"
"Follow me." Seb said. He started for the men's room door but abruptly turned and put a hand in front of me. "Not you."
"Why not?"
"Sorry little lady but I believe this is the men's room, you're not allowed."
I scoffed. "Please, like I've never been in the men's room before." The both of them stared at me; Sebastian with his raised eyebrow again. "That came out wrong! I know what you're thinking and that's not—"
"Rules are rules." Sebastian interrupted before leaving.
"You can't leave me alone out here." I hissed.
"I need that potion."
"Oh because there's always potions in the men's room." I shook my head in disbelief. "This screams trap."
"Trap?"
"Yeah!" I insisted. "Look I don't know what happened earlier but something did and when I was talking to him I couldn't I was like stuck or something—"
"Stop rambling." He rolled his eyes. "And just wait out here. You have your gun right?"
"Yes but—"
"I'll be right back."
"Preston! Wait!"
But he was already gone before I could warn him about what happened. Idiot!
It felt like an hour but it'd really only been fifteen minutes. I walked closer to the bathroom door and continued to pace. Preston had been in there too long for my liking and I was starting to get worried not to mention anxious to get out of this place.
I turned only to collide with some guy who decided it was a good idea to wrap an arm dangerously low around my waist. I could hardly resist the urge to blow his brains out but of course his arm was blocking anyway of me retrieving my gun. It was just my luck that the guy had to have the creepiest looking eyes of all time. Snake eyes. He had freakin' snake eyes. Just for future reference snakes are disgusting and creepy not to mention scary as hell.
"Look mister, snake eyed, witch-man, whatever the hell you are; I am not interested. Just for the record I'm what you'd call 'jailbait' so adiós."
I squirmed in his arm but he didn't let me go much to my dismay.
"Now, now don't be like that, pretty little girl."
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
I looked behind us to find Preston standing there looking quite angry. Thank god! He better get me out of here and away from this creep before something unpleasant happens. Sebastian was behind him looking amused by the entire situation.
"Just found myself a date." Snake Eyes replied. "What's it to you?"
"I suggest you get your hands off her before I cut them off." Preston growled.
"Okay, 'Edward Scissorhands'."
His grip loosened as he laughed but he didn't let go. I slid my hand slowly towards my gun. I sent a silent plea for Preston to distract him. This could go south really fast.
"Get your hands off her!" Preston yelled, losing his patience.
"Why do you care so much?"
"Because..." Preston paused briefly. "She's my girl."
"Yeah, what he said I'm his—" I looked at Preston with wide eyes. "What?" He tugged me out of the Snake Eyes grip and I stood beside him in utter shock. "I mean, he's right. I'm his girl and he's my guy, yeah…right, honey?"
I saw Preston nearly crack up at the word 'honey' but that would totally ruin his threatening-ness. This wasn't getting awkward at all.
"Your girl?" Snake Eyes laughed. "Well your girl was practically in Seb's lap earlier and now she's leaving with me."
"I was not!" I protested in annoyance. "And I am not."
Sebastian laughed behind us. I shot him a look over my shoulder but he simply deflected it with a smirk.
"All right, fine," Preston replied, "I'll prove it."
"Prove it?" I questioned. "Um what? No I don't think we need to prove anything to this snake eyed freak, honey."
"This should be good." Seb muttered.
Preston being the Montgomery man he was ignored my protest. Before I could even think about running away screaming he had leaned down and captured my lips with his own. I froze. I literally froze and my hands flew up in surprise. Holy shit Preston is kissing me! This shouldn't be happening; most definitely not. None of this should be. Considering I was expected to play along, my paralysed state hadn't been the best reaction. If this had been any other normal day I totally would have socked him; however, it wasn't. I brought my hands up to his face before kissing him back with the same intensity he was me. Whoa, okay.
I surprisingly started to lose myself in the kiss when the sudden sound of clapping disrupted me and Preston pulled away. Wait.Thankfully those words never left my mouth. I stumbled back from him, blinking furiously. I had this strange desire to pull him back and kiss him again. He was a really good kisser. Oh my god, what was I just thinking? He's Nickolas's cousin! I just kissed Nickolas's cousin. I seriously hoped Nick never found out, like ever.
"Thanks for the show." Snake Eyes laughed.
I pulled my attention back to the situation at hand. Snake Eyes had friends apparently and now they were preparing for a fight. There was about six of them and they had flanked his side while I'd been busy enjoying kissing Preston a little too much. Damn it. If we hadn't been so busy trying to prove something to Snake Eyes I was almost positive we could have already gotten the hell out of that place.
"Call off your freaks." Sebastian ordered, suddenly. "You don't want to do this."
"Don't I?" Snake Eyes growled. "Come along, pretty little witch, it's time to go."
"Um no, don't think so." I replied.
His friends pulled out potion bottles from their pockets and the one guy's finger tips even lit on fire. Snake Eyes grew fangs and his eyes flashed a brighter yellow succeeding in completely creeping me out. I wouldn't be surprised if he haunted my dreams. What the hell is this place?! Preston and I pulled out our guns which in all logic we should have already had out. Apparently I wasn't the only one distracted.
They advanced towards us and we fired our guns but unfortunately one of the Snake Eyes' men had the power of telekinesis. In a matter of seconds our guns and bullets flew into the nearby wall. Preston put his arm in front of me and pushed me back with him. I turned to Sebastian in hopes he would help but he was gone.
Our backs hit the wall and panic filled me as I realized we had nowhere else to go. I looked down at myself to see I was flickering in and out. Oh no, not now! Hang on now, this could work. I grabbed Preston's arm in hopes my power would come in handy for once.
"What the hell?" Snake Eyes demanded.
Preston looked down at himself and was taken aback to find he was flickering with me. I couldn't seem to make it stick which wasn't that unsurprising.
"Nice parlor trick, bitch," one guy laughed, "but we can still see you."
Rage flew through me at the word 'bitch'. I was used to the offensive names that the bad guys typically threw out at me by now. By all means I should be immune to the power of a word but I wasn't always. For once I could use that to my advantage. I narrowed my eyes and he flew backward, landing on a table a couple feet away. Yes! Success! They were briefly distracted and Preston took the chance to drag me around them. The both of us ran for the door, still wavering in and out of visibility. The strangest thing was that the bar had become very empty except for Snake Eyes and his men. They were running after us and throwing their potion bottles which we narrowly escaped.
"Do you think you can make us vanish completely?" Preston demanded.
"That's what I've been trying to do!" I shot back.
"Use your telekinetic ability again then."
"I don't really know how to make that work all the time."
"What do you mean you don't know how?" he snapped.
"I'm new at this, remember?"
Fire flew out at us and I screamed in absolute terror. Fire! Why did it always have to be fire?! Preston knocked me down to the ground just barely making it himself. I used my arms to break my fall and ignored the small amount of pain it caused. Better that than breaking my nose off the floor which surely would have happened with my luck thus far.
"Prim?" Preston called.
I got to my feet, rubbing my sure-to-bruise arms. "What?"
"Your invisible."
I looked down and sure enough I was. Now if I could just transfer it to Preston. A loud bang echoed and I looked up in surprise. Preston had been thrown up against the wall with Fire Hands pointing his fingers at him.
"Find the bitch!" Snake Eyes yelled.
"Get out of here!" Preston ordered.
I didn't want to leave but the men were narrowing in on me. I dashed for the door only for it to swing open and have a bunch of men rush out. I jumped out of the way before they could run me over. One of them waved their hand and Fire Hands was suddenly elevated into the air, screeching. Preston dropped to the ground. He jumped up not seeming to be harmed and looked wildly around for me, I could only assume.
I waved. "Over here!"
Of course I didn't realize until after I waved that he couldn't see me. Preston rushed over in my direction but stopped.
"Are you okay?"
"Are you seriously asking me that?" I growled.
"You two need to leave now!" Seb yelled, appearing beside us.
"We could have used your help you know." I hissed.
He rolled his eyes. "Look Invisible Woman, this isn't your fight. Get out of here. Now."
"I wasn't objecting."
"Neither am I." Preston agreed.
"Wait, my gun!" I said. "If I leave without it my brothers will freak; my other one got turned to dust thanks to Piper and her nifty exploding power."
"I think they'd just rather have you alive." Preston countered. "Now let's go."
Well I certainly hoped that was true but I still didn't want to leave my gun. I glared at Sebastian as I followed Preston to the door. Once we were out the door he stopped it from shutting all the way and peeked in through the crack.
"What are you doing?"
"Primrose, try and make me completely invisible."
"Why?"
"Just—there's something I wanna check on."
"And let me guess that requires us going back in the creepy ass bar with the creepy ass people?"
All he did was hold out his hand. Sighing I put my hand in his. Luckily I still seemed freaked out enough that the both of us vanished. We snuck in which considering everyone was distracted wasn't that hard. He led me over to where the group of guys who saved us had Snake Eyes and his men surrounded.
"You're not welcome here." one guy informed.
These guys were obviously outnumbered and I was relieved when he seemed to realize it. Snake Eyes waved his hand and his men backed off.
"Good choice, Snake." Seb commented.
Wow. How original. Snake Eyes calls himself Snake, should have known. Snake looked at them and his tongue flicked as he hissed threateningly. I jumped back into Preston who's hand was quick to cover my mouth and muffle my gasp. I shot him a look of silent thanks and he simply removed his hand. Snake had an actual snake tongue. Ew, ew, ew. What the hell kind of witch is he? The kind that's a snake; apparently. Snake, angry at being defeated, stormed out of the bar and his men followed.
"That was close." Seb sighed.
"Too close."
"Don't let it happen again, Louie." the guy who seemed to be in charge ordered.
Louie nodded before looking at the pack of witches behind him. "Let's go boys. Gangs disbanded."
They left as well. This left the guy in charge and Sebastian alone in the bar besides us that is.
"What'd that damn hunter want?" Seb looked surprised. "Don't think I didn't notice him, Sebastian."
"A potion for his brother."
"And the hybrid girl?"
I rolled my eyes. Was I going to be referred to as the 'hybrid girl' forever?
"You don't have to worry about her; she's harmless."
I scoffed. Harmless? I am hardly harmless.
"I better not," he snapped, "I don't need no Charmed Ones and Winchesters interfering with what we got going on here or worse the councils." Sebastian nodded in agreement. "Oh and Sebastian, clean this up. Bar will be opening again later on."
The guy went to leave but paused briefly beside us. He sniffed the air and I was confused by what he was doing exactly. I felt Preston tense beside me as the guy looked in our direction. Please stay invisible, please stay invisible.
"Something wrong, Jack?" Sebastian called.
"Their scent lingers." he complained. "Spray some febreze or something."
Our scent lingers? I sniffed myself in confusion and smelt nothing. Quickly and very discreetly—I didn't want him to know, duh—I sniffed Preston but smelt nothing but a hint of cologne. Is that Axe? That must have been what Jack meant or the dude just has a keen sense of smell. God damn Essie smelling nice. He left after that and Preston nodded at the door. We started for it but froze by the next words Sebastian spoke.
"You really should have listened to me." We didn't say anything. "There's no use pretending, I know you're there."
We turned around to find Sebastian directly in front of us. "It's one of my many gifts, I have the sight. I'm not going to explain what the hell that means to you either so don't ask." Again we didn't reply. "Take your guns and be gone. Don't even think about coming back unless you wish for your death."
He held out our guns and I took mine quickly. Preston looked annoyed before doing the same.
"How do we leave exactly?" I questioned.
Sebastian merely waved his hand.
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We appeared in the alley we had left from and I released Preston's hand to bend over and grip my legs in agony. That did not just happen. What even happened? Because I certainly didn't know.
"Primrose?" Preston said.
I stood up straight and turned to face him. He was looking right at me so I knew I was no longer invisible.
"Yes, Preston?" I replied, through gritted teeth.
He scratched his arm uncomfortably. "I'm sorry; none of that was not supposed to happen,"
I gave an angry chuckle before shoving him hard. He barely stumbled at all but it was fine by me as long as I was hitting him. If he wasn't who he was I wouldn't have hesitated from kicking his ass already.
"You're sorry? We could have died in there! What the hell was that?"
"Don't ask any questions." he ordered. "You don't want to get involved in that witch business."
"You're right, I don't and neither should you! Not that I care about your well-being in this exact moment." I growled. "How dare you drag me into this mess!"
I swung a fist upwards but he jumped back and managed to catch my arm the second time around. I pulled away but he didn't let go.
"I told you not to punch me."
"You kissed me!" I defended and he finally let my arm go. "I didn't think I'd have to tell you not to do that but apparently I do."
Preston was clearly amused by my outburst. "So that's what you're mad about? I'm positive that was the best kiss you'll ever have."
I started to hit him repeatedly which only seemed to amuse him more. I only got angrier when he started laughing at me. How dare he kiss me then have the nerve to laugh at me about it!
"Jerk." I snapped. "I'm your cousin's girlfriend. You can't just kiss me."
He stopped laughing. "So you guys are back together then?"
"I don't know, I guess," I replied, quickly, "how am I supposed to explain this to him?"
"I suggest you don't." he said. "And if you decide to I wouldn't mention that you kissed me back the way you did either."
I felt my cheeks flush in embarrassment but paid no attention to it. Unfortunately Preston did making me want to throttle him.
"Primrose, are you blushing?"
"Shut-up. I am not. I'm hot that's all."
He raised an eyebrow and I wanted to throw myself into a hole and die. Why did I say that?
"It's hot, out here which explains my body temperature." I stuttered. "That is so not what I meant. Get your mind out of the gutter. I was simply playing the part. That's it. It had nothing to do with your grand kissing skills."
No! Why did I say that?! He smirked cockily, instantly reminding me of who he was related to. Stupid Montgomery men.
I put up my hand to prevent him from humiliating me some more. "Did you get the potion?"
"Not exactly." he mumbled.
"This day just keeps getting better and better. You know what I didn't even get to eat. Ugh." I complained. "Just take me home. Now. By the way you so owe me a muffin, bagel and a coffee, mister."
"Okay. Just name a time and place."
"And you will never kiss me again."
He chuckled. "But don't you think you'll miss my 'grand' kissing skills?"
I smacked him on the arm. "We're never speaking of this day again. Understood?"
Preston gave a shrug and nodded. "Fine with me."
I scowled at him. There's was a small part of me that couldn't help but wonder why he was fine with that.
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It had been a silent walk back to the motel. I was glad he didn't try to talk to me again. I was seriously trying really hard not to shoot him. All I wanted was for a normal day, just this once. I knew things would never be the same after what happened, I wasn't that dense; I was a Charmed One now. Apparently that was too much to ask for though because I was thrown into the deep end of some crazy witch business I wanted nothing to do with. I just wanted to be me, the hunter not the hybrid, for one more day before it all came crumbling down.
When we got to the edge of the motel parking lot I picked out Preston's car and glared. Why he hadn't driven was beyond me. I didn't hesitate to ask him either.
"You were on foot. I wasn't going to waste any gas."
I rolled my eyes in annoyance. Naturally, there was a couple going at it right near my door. Seriously? We're at a motel for god's sakes people.
"Why don't they just get a room already?" I complained.
Preston chuckled but stopped abruptly. "I think they did."
"Huh?"
"That's my room they're in front of." Preston whispered.
"What?"
I looked back over at the couple. A very familiar looking person stared back at me and my eyes widened. Oh, hell no. I shook my head and rubbed my face with my hands. Preston jumped in front of me with an uncomfortable smile on his face.
"How about we go get that muffin now? I could go for a muffin. Let's go get a muffin."
He had cleverly tried to block my view of the couple but I merely shoved him out of my way. I was running before I could stop myself. The closer I got the more the dread filled me. I knew but I didn't want it to be true. Grabbing the guy's shoulder I pulled him from the girl. They looked at me and my heart fell.
"Primrose," Nickolas replied, unintelligently.
Tears welled up in my eyes but I pushed them away. He can't be doing this to me. How dare he do this to me!
"What are you doing here?"
"What am I—huh." I reached my fist back and punched him in the face. Nick stumbled backwards completely caught off guard. "You lying bastard!"
The girl beside him jumped. "What's wrong with you?" she yelled.
"You!" I growled. "And him too! You jerk-face, ass hole and good-for-nothing liar!"
The girl ignored me and turned to him. "Nicky, are you okay?"
"'Nicky'?" I muttered in disgust. "Go screw yourself, bitch,"
Neither of them seemed to hear that suggestion. She tried to examine Nick's face but he swatted her hands away looking pissed off and it seemed his anger was directed at me. Fine by me. I'm the one with the power triggered by rage. And I was feeling a lot of rage by that point.
"What the hell, Primrose?" he demanded.
"I'm sorry actually I'm not because I haven't done anything wrong unlike you." I snapped. "What the hell to you!"
I wasn't counting the kiss with Preston. Not that, that was completely innocent but I certainly wasn't parading around town kissing him for no good reason. I'd only kissed him back there in hopes it'd stop us from dying somehow. Clearly Nick had other plans.
"All right, okay, everyone needs to calm down." Preston said, appearing at our side.
"Shut-up!" Nick and I ordered.
Preston fell quiet. I crossed my arms over my chest, glaring at Nickolas and his 'company'. She was probably some hooker from a street corner. I didn't doubt it by the way she was dressed. I ignored her for the moment and focused on Nick.
"After what you told me the other night I at least expected you to act like it." I insisted. "And now I find you macking on some whore!"
"Hey!" he snapped. "Don't call her that and I have no idea what you're talking about. I haven't seen you in months."
I stared at him in shock before rubbing my eyes willing myself to wake up. I'm dreaming, this must be a dream, no a nightmare. Wake up, Primrose.
"Nick," Preston said beside me, "you're not making sense, buddy, you were there before her execution."
"She looks plenty alive to me." the girl snarled.
"Shut-up!" I growled.
"Stop yelling at her!" Nick ordered.
"Why should I?"
"Because she's my girlfriend, Primrose," he replied, obviously.
My mouth fell ajar. Girlfriend? She's his girlfriend? I felt like I was going to faint. I started to stumble but Preston grabbed my arm to steady me. Horrible thoughts filled my mind.
"You told me you loved me and that you hadn't wanted to break up with me. Was it all a lie?" I demanded. "Oh god. Were you with her before too? Did you cheat on me when we were together?"
I thought of all the times he could have left me only to go see her. It was enough to make me feel sick. I put a hand to my forehead in a complete loss. How hadn't I known? I should have known.
"Look Primrose, I don't have time to deal with your obsessive behaviour."
Huh? "My what?"
"Kara and I have plans." Nickolas informed.
"Plans?" I whispered in confusion.
"We broke up months ago, you need to get over your strange obsession with me already and leave me alone. I'm happy now. Kara and I, we're happy together."
He took Kara's hand and the both of them left. I started to breathe erratically as I let the angry tears fly from my eyes.
"What—what! Preston?"
He looked just as confused. "Okay, I have no idea what just happened. It might be another black out or something. Uh..." He ran a hand through his hair. "I swear to you I had no idea that she was his girlfriend."
I stared at him, eyes wide. No. Preston. No. Please tell me that's not what you meant.
"You knew about her?"
It suddenly dawned on him what he just said. "Well yeah, but I thought they were just fuck buddies."
"How long?"
"You don't really wanna know that, Primrose."
"That's my decision to make." I growled. "How long?!"
"A while." he informed. "He met her before he broke up with you but that was before—"
"I think I'm going to be sick." I cried. Preston reached for me but I moved away. "Don't fucking touch me!"
"Primrose—"
"You knew about this and you didn't say anything?" I questioned. "You should have told me! How could you not say anything? If you were my friend you would have told me!"
"I didn't—"
I put my hand up to stop him. "It doesn't matter. I guess we're not friends after all. If you could just lose my number, that'd be great." I started to leave but I needed to make one more thing perfectly clear. "Oh and you can tell your lying man-whore of a cousin that I'm done with him too! For good this time."
"Uh, Rose?"
I spun around to see Sam standing in the motel doorway. He looked quite alarmed and confused. I wiped my cheeks free of any tears before running past him into the motel room. He shut the door and I could feel him staring at me but I avoided his gaze. Instead I looked aimlessly around the room.
"Where's Dean?" I questioned.
"He went out." Sam said. "Do you want to tell me what just happened?"
"Nope," I said, going over to my duffel and digging through it, "where'd he go?"
"Somewhere with Kim, I think..."
"Oh." I mumbled, pulling out some clothes. "Why?"
Like that wasn't obvious at all.
"He wouldn't say." he said. "I really think you should tell me—"
"Goodnight, Sam." I dismissed.
He sighed. "Yeah get some sleep, you look tired. We'll talk about this after you get up."
"No we won't." I replied, marching into the bathroom.
After getting into my pyjamas I climbed atop the bed, yawning. I pulled out my laptop and nearly burst into tears. The screen was shattered. I must have landed on it during my epic bar battle. Great, just great. I could add another thing to the growing list of things I need. I looked over at Sam. If they find out about my laptop I'm so busted for the bar thing. Now I'd have to think of an excuse for a new one.
Shoving my laptop back in its bag, I rubbed my eyes forcing myself not to think about recent events. I was furious now but I knew I'd be crying soon. And why shouldn't I? Flipping backwards onto the bed I threw my covers over my face and hid myself from the world. Stupid emotions; stupid witches; stupid boys; stupid backstabbing friends and stupid brother sleeping with the enemy.
Stupid me, for falling for it all.
Reviews? (Non-hateful PLEASE—only constructive criticism) Thoughts? Questions? Concerns? Ideas? Advice? Opinions?
A/N - Awe poor Prim...nothing seems to go right for her. What do you think about the nameless place where creepers hangout? Does it seem something more is going on there then just a simple hangout place for witches? So thoughts on Nick? Who's a fan of his 'loveliness'? And of course Sebastian and Preston? C'mon I love to hear your thoughts.
P.S If that kiss scene and the scenes after seemed OOC or whatever I simply added it in for a friend. Case, that was for your little Preston/Primrose shipper heart :P I hope you enjoyed it.