Hi everyone. It has been ages since I've written anything here. I've been playing around with a few crossover ideas, and nothing has really stuck. I was trying to get away from the Charmed/Supernatural crossovers, but it seems that this is still the one where my heart lays. So, I'm revisiting an idea that I started working on years ago, and making a few changes.

I hope you like it, and would really appreciate it if you'd review. The rating is there for the strong language at first, but is extremely necessary by chapter six. I've just finished writing that, so you have an idea of how far ahead I am on the story to make sure I post regularly.

Disclaimer: I don't own either Charmed or Supernatural.

Chapter 1

"I think we should give it a go, Dean," Sam argued back, finding it incredible that his brother wasn't going to go for it. Did his brother not want to live? "They might be able to help."

"They won't," Dean shrugged his shoulders, "And I don't want to go back there."

Dean was fed up of arguing with his brother. He had just three months left until he was going to Hell. He wanted to spend it with his brother, having fun and saving as many people as he could before he started doing the opposite. He needed to do all of that. Why did Sam insist on saving him?

He took a deep pull of his bottle of beer, trying to drone Sam out. Dean did have to admit that this was probably one of Sam's brightest ideas. He kicked himself for not thinking of it sooner. If he'd have thought about it at the start of his year, then he would have gone straight to San Francisco to see that magical family. But with three months...no they needed more time to help him.

"The Halliwells can help, Dean," Sam pleaded with his brother now, "Can we not just give it a go? Dad said he worked really well with The Charmed Ones in the past."

"The Charmed Ones don't exist anymore, Sammy," Dean sighed. He remembered the phone call well. While he and Wyatt Halliwell barely kept in touch, they updated each other about the important stuff. Well, Wyatt updated Dean on the important stuff. Wyatt had called the night that Piper Halliwell had been killed. It was right in front of the poor guy and his little brother, Chris. Dean's heart broke. Piper was like a mother to him when he was in San Francisco with his dad. He was only 10, but it still felt like somewhere he belonged, without ever being forced. At the time, he wanted so badly to stay there and nearly did. Leo had offered him and Sammy the chance to stay with them, but John wanted his boys on the road. If only Dad had said yes to Leo's offer.

Dean shook himself from the thoughts. He still hadn't told Wyatt about this. He wasn't sure how to. You couldn't just ring a guy up with a 'hey, I haven't called much lately. Just to let you know my dad died 18 months or so ago, and then Sammy six months ago but I sold my soul to get Sammy back. I'm gonna be dead in three months. I'm going to Hell.' Yeah, that wasn't going to cut it. Wyatt would go berserk. And that was why he didn't want to go back to San Francisco.

"Well, I'm gonna go," Sam sighed, finally, "I don't care what you say, Dean. I'm done with sitting around trying to find a way to save you."

Sam closed John's journal and started packing his things. Dean closed his eyes, polishing off his beer. He couldn't let Sam go to San Francisco alone. If anyone was going to tell the Halliwells about this, he had to be the one. He would be the one.

"Fine," Dean growled, making his frustration and annoyance of being backed into a corner clear, "But we don't stay long, you hear me? We tell them and give them a week." He knew they'd need more than a week. But something deep inside of him made him hopeful. Even if they didn't find something within the week, Wyatt would keep checking for him until it really was too late. Dean wouldn't be too surprised if Wyatt continued checking even then to find a way to save him from Hell.

The drive wasn't too long. They were only a state away, so it made a change for once. Sam had called Bobby on the way, and Dean could hear a relieved sigh. Dean knew that Bobby had thought about The Charmed Ones in the past, but had an idea that the death of Piper had stopped him from bringing it up.

"Bobby wishes us luck," Sam had said and then smiled sadly, "And called you and idjit."

Dean smirked. That was Bobby, alright. And maybe this time he was an idjit.

By the time they got to San Francisco, though, it was late. They made their way straight to the Halliwell Manor, as it had always been known; hoping that someone was still awake. Dean wasn't sure who even lived there anymore. It was Piper and Leo alone at the time of her death. Dean wondered whether one of the kids had moved back in. He was sure Melinda, the youngest of the three, was still single. Maybe she'd moved back in to save some money.

"Well, the lights are on." Sam said, making it clear that he was worried about the same thing. Someone was home and awake.

As they made their way up the steps of 1329 Prescott Street, they realized that there was no need to worry about lights. They could hear through the door that people were awake. There was a lot of shouting happening in the house. Before Dean even had a chance to knock on the door, it swung open.

Dean stepped back, shocked, when he saw an average-sized, brunette woman standing on the other side of the door. She frowned at him with a disgusted snort, before walking past him. The bottle of Jack Daniels in her hand hit his leg, making him look down at it with a frown.

"Melinda, you even think about getting in that car and I swear to God that I will..."

"Call the police?" the girl called back, without even looking, "Yeah, got it! Looks like you'll have to turn your own sister in."

The girl got into a little Volkswagon Golf, making Dean chuckle. Women and their cars. His chuckling soon stopped as he watched her take a long swig of the bottle of Jack, before starting the engine and driving off at full speed. He raised his eyebrows, at Sam. Sammy was just looking on in shock. Dean now turned his attention to the door, where a brunette man, about his own height, was standing. The man's eyes were closed, and head on the door frame.

"Melinda!"

Dean then realized. That was Wyatt's little sister getting into the car. And this man here was Chris. Dean cleared his throat, making Chris jump back.

"Erm, hi!"

"Shit! I didn't realize anyone was here," Chris spoke, putting a hand over his heart. Chris then stopped talking and took a double take, "Dean? Dean Winchester?"

"The one and only," Dean grinned, thanking whoever may be up there—if there was even anyone up there—that they remembered him, "Nice to see you again, Chris."

"C'mon in," Chris stepped to one side and then looked at Sam, "And you must be Sammy."

"Erm, Sam," Sam smiled. He hardly remembered much of the Halliwells. He was six at the time, and some of his memories were still a little hazy. It was just a lot of moving around and motel rooms, "Do you want someone to go after her?"

Dean shook his head. Trust Sam to try and play knight in shining armour.

"No, I'll get someone on the way." Chris sighed as the Winchesters walked into the house. Chris closed the door and then pulled out his phone.

"You're really phoning the cops?" Dean raised an eyebrow at Chris, just as a blonde-haired, gorgeous woman stepped into the hallway.

Chris put one finger up and walked towards the kitchen. Dean made out that Chris was talking to Henry someone.

"He'll be phoning his uncle," the woman explained, and Dean instantly realized that she meant the parole officer uncle. Of course, that made sense, "Hi, Chris didn't introduce me. I'm Dana, his fiancée."

Dean mentally high-fived Chris for getting such a girl and took her hand, introducing himself and Sam.

"Is Leo around?"

"Ah, so you know them," Dana smiled and nodded her head, "Leo's will be closing up the garage for the night, I think. Probably discussing things with Riley about Mel."

Riley? Garage? Dean frowned and shook his head, having to explain to Dana that it had been a long time since he'd been in San Francisco.

"Our dad was friends with Piper Halliwell." Sam tried to help his brother out, and then saw a look of sadness cross Dana's face. Dean hadn't said much about The Charmed Ones or the death of Piper on the way, just that she was dead. It was clear that it was fairly recent, and they were all still dealing with it.

"Henry's going to look out for her," Chris said, kissing Dana on the cheek. He then turned back to the Winchester brothers, "I'm sorry about that. Mel's not dealing with Mom's death that well."

"I guessed." Dean nodded, partially knowing how she was feeling. He still felt anger towards his dad for selling his soul for him. It was part of the reason he decided to sell his soul for Sammy. Not only would it save his little brother, but it would be two fingers up at the man who stopped him from giving into death just over 21 months ago.

"Beer?" Chris offered, motioning back towards the kitchen.

"Like you read my mind." Dean grinned.

"None for me," Sam smiled, realizing that he was likely going to be the one to drive to a motel, "Got any coffee?"

"Always," Dana laughed and then stopped to look up, "I'm sorry, Chris."

"It's okay," Chris smiled and then looked to the Winchesters, "They know. You go check on your charge." Dean just watched as Dana kissed Chris and then disappeared in white and blue lights. Chris shook his head, mumbling about hating when she did that and then walked into the kitchen.

"What the hell?" Sam had a look of shock on his face. It was nothing like he'd ever seen.

"Welcome to the world of The Charmed Ones." He grinned and pulled his brother towards the kitchen, seeing Chris pull three beers from the fridge and taking the tops off them. Sam was about to object when blue and white lights filled the kitchen again. When they disappeared, Wyatt was there with a big grin.

"Dean!"

"Hey Wyatt!"

Dean and Wyatt embraced in a hug. They may not have seen each other for 18 years, but it felt like it had only been months. They had an unspeakable connection, as if they were brothers. It's amazing what happened when you both ended up captured by a demon when you were kids.

"Can someone please tell me what that all was?" Sam now asked. John's journal didn't say anything about blue and white lights.

"He doesn't remember?" Wyatt asked and then waved at Sam, "Hey, Sammy. You were just...what...five when I last saw you?"

"Six." Dean pointed out. Wyatt chuckled and nodded his head at Dean. There was a private joke between the two of them. Dean and Wyatt both took their beers from Chris. Dean enjoyed the taste of the cold liquid running down his throat, but would have loved some of that Jack that Melinda had. Worry for her crept into his mind. Just how much had she had of that before she started driving.

"You left a few things out in our conversations, Wy," Dean said, and then mentally kicked himself because he'd left a lot out, "Didn't know Chris was dating a whitelighter."

Chris hung his head low, taking a mouthful of beer.

"Engaged," Wyatt pointed out and then ruffled his brother's hair, "My little brother is getting married."

Chris got out of his brother's grasp, rolling his green eyes. He then turned and poured Sam a mug of coffee, passing it to the taller Winchester, "Big brothers, huh?"

"Huh." Sam took the coffee but continued with more questions than answered. He remembered a mention about whitelighters, but didn't know too much. It was a subject that John seemed to gloss over. He'd find out from Dean later.

"By the way, you need to talk to our little sister," Chris then looked at his big brother, "She's at it again."

"Oh, not again," Wyatt groaned and slammed the beer bottle on the counter with enough pressure to make the beer fizz and pour all over the place. Chris quickly put his hand out. The alcohol collected and went back into the bottle, like it was nothing, "I'm gonna kill that girl if the drink doesn't first."

"Melinda?" Dean asked, and sighed when Wyatt and Chris nodded, "I saw her on the way out."

"Did you see the Jack?" Chris asked, and groaned when Dean nodded his head, "She's struggling to deal with Mom's death."

"We all are," Wyatt admitted, "But Mel worse. She's just not opening up."

"Sounds like someone I know," Sam said forcefully, looking at Dean, "You didn't deal well with Dad's death."

Dean closed his eyes, remembering how he handled it at first. He didn't talk to Sammy, and then after rebuilding his baby, he smashed her to pieces with a crowbar again. She was rebuilt again, but it annoyed him even more that the smashing to bits still didn't really help. He still knew the place that Melinda seemed to be in.

"Your dad's dead?" Wyatt frowned, "When? You never called."

"You never called when you got that ring on your finger." Dean now pointed out, glancing at the gold band around his friend's wedding finger. Wyatt instinctively twisted it and shrugged.

"It was about a year ago," Wyatt admitted, "She's called Bianca. I think you'd like her."

"Apart from the part demon in her." Chris pointed out.

"Part demon?" Sam furrowed his brow.

"Her dad was a demon," Wyatt sighed, "Her mom was a Phoenix witch. She's a nurse and works on our side." Wyatt always felt the need to explain that when someone realized that Bianca had demonic powers and a very questionable history.

"Dad died 21 months ago," Dean sighed, "Yellow-Eyes got him."

"Oh!" Wyatt raised his eyebrows. Dean saw the shock turn to compassion, sorrow and hate in both the Halliwell boys' eyes.

"I'm sorry," Chris now said, polishing his beer off and putting the empty bottle on the counter, "That what you here for?"

"No, Dean killed him nine months ago," Sam pointed out, "But something else happened then."

"I don't think now's the time, Sammy." Dean said, but realized that his brother wasn't going to give him a chance to back out of this. Dean felt guilty for never telling Wyatt about his dad's death. This was way worse than that.

"Dean's going to Hell in three months," Sam said, continuing even when Wyatt and Chris raised their eyebrows in shock and fear, "And I'm running out of ideas of how to stop it."