broken promise land } { only you can stop this war

[letsbe_clear]

Harold: [he doesn't really do subtle. which is why the door to the Winchester residence is getting blown open by a large witch who doesn't look all too happy. and is possibly drunk] ZOE! Get your ass to the door now.

Zoe: [cringes when she hears the door slam, and those hands of hers possibly start to shake]

Cordelia: Oh, hell no he did not just break down my door.

Owen: [grabs Zoe's hand and looks to his mom, unsure what to say or do]

Dean: [comes storming in from the other room] What the hell!?

Harold: My daughter is coming home with me. Now. Don't get in my way.

Dean: [steps in front of the couch where the kids are sitting and just glares] She's not goin' anywhere she doesn't wanna go.

Zoe: [starts to get up and pull away. Her dad has a temper and she doesn't want Dean to get hurt.] Dean, it's okay.

Dean: [he looks over at her and shakes his head] No, sweetheart. It's not. We want you to stay here, okay?

Harold: [takes another step in so that he's right in Dean's face] She's my daughter -- not yours. And she's comin' home with me.

Dean: [doesn't back down, even if he should. He stares right back at the man] Kids aren't posessions. They're not punching bags either.

Harold: Tell you what, Sparky, you start parenting your own kid and let me take care of mine.

Dean: [his jaw tightens, because no one talks about his kid. His fists curl up at his sides] You don't know the first thing about parenting.

Harold: I know enough. [hand comes up to yank him out of the way] Now give me my daughter.

Dean: [raises his own fist to defend himself] Get through me first.

Harold: Fine. [and with a flick of his wrist, Dean will be flying across the room] You don't know who you're fucking with.

Dean: [slams into the wall and crumbles to the floor, a little out of it at the moment]

Owen: [jumps to his feet] Dad!!

Cordelia: [appears in the doorway and glares back at him before moving to her husband's side] Get the hell out of my house.

Harold: You want to take me too, lady?

Zoe: NO! [and she sticks herself between him and Cordelia] I'm coming. Just leave them alone.

Owen: [looks between Zoe and his parents and joins her in the middle. he takes her hand] You don't have to go with him.

Zoe: [squeezes his hand and looks down] Yes, I do. [then she pulls away and starts to walk towards Harold]

Harold: [glares at them both before letting her lead him out the door. like hell she's ever coming over here again]

Owen: [looks over to Cordelia] Mom, we have to do something!

Cordelia: [gives him a sympathetic look, waiting until Harold and Zoe are gone before looking up at the ceiling] Paige? A little help. [a beat] I'm sorry, hun, but we need a little more firepower.

Owen: [starts pacing, glaring at his unconscious father]

Paige: [it takes a couple of minutes, but she's orbing in] What is it? What's wrong? [and she spots Dean] ...what'd he do now?

Cordelia: Zoe's father came for her. She failed to mention that he was magical.

Paige: Oh god. [closes her eyes for a moment, this is guilt. Then she quickly moves over to Dean and crouches down to do the healing thing]

Cordelia: [she knows that look. she's seen it before] You seem to know something I don't know.

Paige: [watches Dean start to come to] Isn't the important part helping Zoe get away from her Dad right now? [because...she knows people will be upset she didn't share before now. Even if it was her prerogative]

Cordelia: Explanation first. Getting Zoe away from her dad is going to take more thinking.

Dean: [starts to sit up, groggy] What'd I miss?

Owen: [a glare at Dean] Zoe leaving. Thanks a lot.

Cordelia: Owen, now is so not the time.

Dean: [holds his aching head as he leans against the wall and looks at his sister in law, wondering when she got there]

Owen: If he hadn't gotten himself knocked out he could have done something!

Cordelia: [moves closer to Dean, looking him over] Let's hear what your aunt has to say first.

Paige: [gets up, rubbing her palms on her thighs] Looks like your dad tried, Owen. Come on, let's sit down. [she takes him by the arm and pulls him to the couch]

Cordelia: [giving Paige a look because she KNOWS something, and Cordelia wants to know what]

Paige: [gives her a look back] You two come sit down, too.

Cordelia: [sighs, before shifting to pull up to her feet -- slowly, as always -- before reaching down to help Dean up]

Dean: [lets Cordy take him to the smaller couch, and just looks at Paige] Spill.

Paige: [takes a deep breath and looks over their heads] Zoe's a witch. She's my new charge. I haven't told her yet.

Cordelia: [eyes widening a bit] Which would mean her father ... is a drunk, not-so-good witch.

Paige: [sighs and nods] She doesn't know she's a witch. I mean...in a way she probably knows there's something in her, but...she doesn't know.

Cordelia: Great. That's just ... peachy.

Owen: If you had told her...you could have helped her sooner.

Paige: [looks at Owen] It's not that simple.

Cordelia: Do you know anything about her father?

Paige: [shakes her head] Not much. Nothing that will help us now anyway. Aside from the witch thing, but...I think Dean figured that part out.

Dean: [just....nods]

Cordelia: Some warning might have been nice.

Paige: Piper and I were still sorting things out. I was going to talk to you guys.

Cordelia: Great. So you figured you'd sort things out and then tell us that psycho witch was going to want his kid back. That's just fantastic, Paige. [angry? Her? Never]

Paige: [looks over at her] I was planning on telling you! He just got to you before I did.

Cordelia: [lips pursed, but she lets it go. for now.] So what do we do?

Paige: Well...Piper offered that Zoe can stay with her and Leo. And she's not safe with her dad, so...I think I need to get the Power of Three involved.

Cordelia: How soon can we do that?

Paige: As soon as I go home and call Phoebe. We'll figure out a game plan.

Cordelia: [nods] Get her out of there, Paige.

Paige: That's the plan. [she squeezes Owen's hand] Don't worry so much. Have a bit of faith in your family, okay?

Owen: [just nods quietly]

Cordelia: [watches her son carefully before leaning into Dean a bit]

Paige: [sighs] I'll go. Call if you need me. And take care of that hero of yours. [she says that last part to Cordy, with a pointed look at Dean, before orbing away]

Cordelia: [sighs and rubs his arm gently, before pushing to her feet] If this were normal, I'd call the cops.

Dean: Cops wouldn't do anything if it was normal.

Cordelia: He just broke into our house. They can sure as hell do something about that.

Dean: [sighs and rubs his face] He'd still go home to her, probably more pissed off than before. Doesn't matter. We'll take care of it. We'll take care of him.

Cordelia: We better.

Owen: Can you kill him? Or let Aunt Piper blow him up?

Dean: [smirks and looks at Cordy]

Cordelia: [looks over and sighs] One thing at a time, sweetie.

Owen: I'd kill him myself if I could.

Cordelia: Hey. None of that.

Owen: [gets to his feet] Whatever. I'll be in my room.

Cordelia: [sighs and lets him go, before settling in next to Dean more] And you're not allowed to scare me like that again.

Dean: [wraps an arm around her] What? I had him.

Cordelia: [a look as she lets her head rest against his chest] You're gonna have to fix the door.

Dean: I will. [closes his eyes] Just need to rest. [he's getting old, okay?]

Cordelia: [sighs and rubs his chest gently]

Dean: We're gonna save that girl, right?

Cordelia: We better, or Owen might never speak to us again.

Dean: [snorts] Someone might think he's really into her or something.

Cordelia: Have you seen them together?

Dean: [just sighs]

Cordelia: She could be good for him, though.

Dean: Yeah...probably.

Cordelia: Probably?

Dean: [nods] Probably.

Cordelia: Okay, then.

Dean: [kisses the side of her head]

Cordelia: I don't know how we're going to get her out of there, though.

Dean: It's not gonna be easy, and it might not happen right away.

Cordelia: Which could be bad for her.

Dean: We'll do the best we can. I'm just tryin' to be realistic.

Cordelia: I know.

Dean: Come on. [gets to his feet and pulls her up] You should rest. I'll rest with you. I'm sure we'll hear from the sisters later.

Cordelia: [sighs and nods as she lets him pull her up]

Dean: [keeps his arm around her and leads her upstairs]

Cordelia: [leans into him as they go]

Dean: [helps her into bed when they get there]

Cordelia: [settles in and curles up close when he joins her]

Dean: [wraps his arms around her, he's a good husband]

Cordelia: [he is. and she loves him for it]

Dean: [he kinda likes her too]

Cordelia: [he better]