Post by StoryGirl83 on Sept 21, 2013 23:16:20 GMT -5
Chapter Thirty - What They Couldn’t Have
Sam watched the Halliwells with a little bit of envy. “We never had that, did we?”
“What?” Dean asked, looking at him in surprise.
Sam waved his hand. “All that. Family, the ability to relax just because we’re together, a dad who was there for us.”
“You didn’t talk to Victor much, did you?”
“Mostly the boys,” Sam admitted. “Why?”
“Because Victor was out of his daughters lives for most of them,” Dean informed his brother. “We talked a lot on the way here and before. We saw more of Dad growing up than his girls saw of him.” He clapped a hand on Sam’s back. “You did good, Sammy boy.”
Sam grinned. “Yeah, well you did terrible,” he teased. “It took you two days to find me.”
“I was on foot,” Dean protested. “What’s your excuse?”
“I thought you were dead,” Sam reminded him softly.
“Right,” Dean’s voice was somber as he remembered. He glanced around. “I guess we’d better get going.”
“I was hoping you’d stay for dinner,” Wyatt requested from behind them.
The Winchester brother turned around to stare at him. He was so quiet, they never heard him coming.
“Grandma says Mom’s the best cook in the world,” Wyatt informed them, “and she said to invite you over for dinner. Please say you’ll come.”
The Winchester brothers looked at each other.
“Free food,” Sam mumbled in a fake cough.
Dean rolled his eyes upward. He nodded at Wyatt. “Tell your mom we accept.”
Wyatt smiled and without a word turned to walk away.
“You mean to tell me you were turning into warlock,” Paige asked laughing.
“Sure appeared that way,” Prue agreed. “Leo was pretty worried when Piper and Phoebe started blinking.”
Paige laughed harder at this.
“It’s not funny,” Prue protested.
“Sure it is,” Paige argued. “I’m just thinking of all those times Piper and Phoebe wanted me to orb them somewhere. Kind of makes me wish they could have kept the blinking without the evil.”
“Still not funny,” Prue informed here, “but I at least see where you are coming from.” Her eyes focused on something behind Paige and she completely missed Paige’s response.
“Prue?” Paige waved her hand in front of her face. “Are you there?”
Prue sighed and nodded. “Yeah. I,” she exhaled slowly, “I’ll be right back. I need to take care of something.”
“What?” Paige didn’t bother finishing. It was clear Prue wasn’t listening. She watched as Prue walked across the lawn and wrapped her arms around a man standing there. It was hard to tell from this distance, but Paige thought maybe she had seen him in some pictures in a photo album and in those pictures he always had Prue by his side.