Post by StoryGirl83 on Sept 21, 2013 22:59:48 GMT -5
Chapter Twelve - Wyatt's Book
Half an hour later, Sam found himself sitting around the dinner table with Wyatt, and Chris. Victor had provided them all with something to eat and left. Chris had brought out a notebook and various writing supplies, including, to Sam’s amusement, a pencil sharpener. It was Wyatt’s contribution that had Sam a little stunned. It was a black binder stuffed to the max with sheets of paper sheaved in plastic covers.
“What is that?” Sam demanded to know.
“I know it’s kind of small,” Wyatt started, causing Sam’s eyes to widen, “but the real one is stuck in the Manor and like everything else, we can’t get to it.”
“But what is it?” Sam repeated.
“It’s a book of shadows,” Wyatt informed him. “From what I remember the Book at the Manor is about three times the size of this notebook, but I had to collect all the info myself and it’s kind of hard. The internet helped some, but you can’t always be too sure of stuff you get there. I’ve had Grams and Grandma Patty helping me out, checking my work. ‘Course I had to find the spell to summon them first.” Wyatt laughed. “Now, that was a comedy of errors.”
“So does that talk about people that can control fire?”
Wyatt nodded as he started flipping through it. “They’re called Fire Starters. They are pretty rare, but show up from time to time. I got Tyler’s help with that one. He’s a Fire Starter. Some Fire Starters, like Tyler, are witches, too, but most come from no magical back ground at all. My guess is that yours has some sort of magical training at the very least, since she appears to have gotten the better of pretty much the entire adult part of my family.”
Sam tried valiantly not to laugh at that. Wyatt was so solemn. “Okay, does it say anything about how to stop them?”
Wyatt shook his head. “No. It only says that, like most magical beings, their power is in their emotions. When that goes haywire, so do their powers.”
“And we don’t want that,” Sam sighed. “If her powers go haywire, she might accidentally cause a lot of damage.”
“Which is presuming that she doesn’t want to cause a lot of damage,” Chris retorted. “What we need to do is find a way that she can’t use her powers at all, bind them, or better still strip them.”
Sam looked at him interested. Before he could ask about that, Wyatt was shaking his head. “And do what, force feed them to her. Both of those have to be ingested.”
“Not always,” Chris argued. “I found a diary of Aunt Phoebe’s among her stuff from the Bay Mirror. Let me go get it,” Chris suggested. He hopped up and headed out of them room.
“What’s he up to?” Sam asked turning to look at Wyatt.
Wyatt shrugged. “Not a clue. I don’t know anything about Aunt Phoebe’s diary.”
“Which one is Phoebe?” Sam asked, glancing back at the pictures on the wall in the other room.
“She’s third born, after our mom,” Wyatt informed him. “Aunt Prue was the oldest. She’s the one who died and you think you saw in the Manor. Mom’s next. Her name was,” he smiled a little as he shrugged and changed it, “or is Piper. Aunt Phoebe’s the baby. She’s not the youngest since it turns out there’s Aunt Paige as well, but she’s certainly the baby or so I’m told. I barely remember anything about her. I was just two and a half when we lost them all.” Wyatt looked at him curious. “What about your family? You mentioned a brother to Grams. Any other siblings, parents?”
Sam was quiet for several seconds. “My mom was killed by a demon when I was six months old. My dad traded his life for Dean’s about a year after you lost your parents. About three years ago we found out we had a half brother, just after he was killed. We never met him, never knew him. I’m not even sure you could consider him family, but he was blood, so I guess that counts for something.”
“Found it,” Chris announced as he reentered the room. In his hands was a small book. He opened it up and started flipping through it. He smiled as he stopped. “Here is it.” He handed the opened book to Sam and pointed to something.
“Cole’s powers are gone,” Sam read aloud. He cast a puzzled look at the two brothers, but kept reading. “I wasn’t sure if it would work. A few weeks ago I had Piper make some changes to the potion. Last time I through the goblet at his feet and nothing happened, because nothing was supposed to happen, but this time when Emma through the potion at Cole it did what Piper had changed it to do. It stripped his demonic powers. It killed the demon Belthazor and left behind the man I love.” Sam stopped and looked at the brothers. “And how does this help us?”
“There is a way to make a stripping potion that doesn’t require ingestion,” Chris announced. “We just have to figure out how.”
Sam looked at the two brothers and shook his head. “You know what. I’m going to get another look at inside that building and I’ll leave the witchcraft to you two experts.”
“Works for me,” Wyatt agreed. “I’ll take a look at the notes I’ve gather and see if I can find anything.” He looked at his little brother. “See if you can get Grandpa to agree to help you out in the kitchen.”
“Grandpa can’t cook,” Chris informed him.
Wyatt shrugged. “Neither can you. Fortunately it is possible to make a potion without the ability to cook crêpes Suzette and that you can do.”
Sam chuckled at them. “Since my brother’s car is decidedly back near your place, where can I catch a bus.”
The brothers looked at each other. Chris shook his head. Wyatt gave him a look. Chris scowled. Wyatt nodded vigorously. Chris snorted and headed across the room. He grabbed up a phone book and started flipping through it. He handed it open to Sam. “Taxi’s faster.”