#42 Blueberry Hill, Saturday Evening

[snarky_witch]

Piper was sitting in the living room sipping tea and reading a book. Or at least pretending to. She was mostly thinking about her conversation with Cally last night. She could totally open a restaurant if she wanted to, couldn't she?

She was completely unaware that anything could possibly be wrong.

[ooc: expecting a few people, and definitely

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[beenthroughthat]

Sam came barging in from upstairs, his hair still dripping wet and his clothes in that distinct sort of disarray that made it obvious he'd dressed in an insane hurry.

"Phoebe?" he called out, panic cracking his voice. "Where the frak are -- Piper! Have you seen her?"

[snarky_witch]

Piper noticed the panic in his voice. "What? She's not here?"

[beenthroughthat]

"No, I was in the shower, and she was gone when I got back." Sam's face went pale. "She must've gone after him alone . . . I told her she couldn't do it without me, but I should've known she'd try to do something crazy like this. Dammit, Phoebe!"

[snarky_witch]

And that would be Piper panicking.

[holdingontolove]

A very panicked looking demon shimmered into the living room, holding Phoebe's lifeless body in his arms. "Help!" he said.

[sleepswthdemons]

Phoebe was indeed not moving and didn't appear to be breathing, either.

[givemethehunt]

Dean had come down to grab some coffee for himself and Lana, and heard the shouting.

He didn't even waste time with the "what the hell" that ran through his head, just reached for his gun. "Put her down!"

[snarky_witch]

Piper rushed over in a complete panic, glaring at Cole. "What did you do?!"

[ditheringangel]

A moment after the call from Sam, Aziraphale was at the door. He didn't bother to knock, just walked in amid the chaos.

"Where is she?"

[sleepswthdemons]

Phoebe was laying on the couch where Dean was giving her mouth to mouth. There were bruises on her throat and Dean was trying to get her to breathe.

[beenthroughthat]

"Right here," Sam said in a tight voice from his spot beside the couch, where he still hadn't let go of Phoebe's hand.

[ditheringangel]

Aziraphale's gaze swept across the assembled group, his eyes darkening as he spotted Cole. If it had been any other situation, the demon would have had his undivided focus. In fact, for just a moment, the angel hesitated, torn between duty and vengeance.

Duty won, and he walked to the couch and grabbed Dean by the collar, dragging him bodily off Phoebe and shoving him away. Then he knelt down and placed his hands on either side of Phoebe's face. "Siblet," he whispered.