Author's Note: Before you begin your journey into this world of Supernaturally Charmed things, please know that a lot in these worlds have been changed to fit this story's purpose. Not everything will be canon. That said, this story takes place somewhere in the middle of season 10 of Supernatural, and somewhere in the middle of season 7 of Charmed. Please don't be confused by the fact that Leo and Piper are still married (I hated the storyline where they were broken up and he went crazy) and that Chris and Wyatt are probably a little older than is canon, it just works better for the story.

That being said, please enjoy! I love these characters, and where this writing has taken me. Their worlds work so well together, it's really been awesome to experiment with!

1- The Boy Who Orbed

The sunroom of Halliwell Manor was in shambles, as it had been so many times before. The stained glass from the windows laid shattered all over the floor. Furniture was upended, potted plants broken, and in the middle of it all, two sisters were trying to keep any more of it from being destroyed, while the third sprinted upstairs to the Book of Shadows, trying to make heads or tails out of what exactly was going on in their house.

"Phoebe, the boys!" Piper Halliwell screamed, as her sons, Chris and Wyatt, were approached by one of the demons they were fighting. At least Piper thought these things were demons, though they didn't seem quite right. Usually demons didn't look so human, and normally it didn't take much more than a flick of her fingers to dispel them from existence. But each time she blew one of these demons up, a cloud of black smoke escaped the wreckage and one of their neighbors barged into the house, eyes newly black, ready for a fight.

Piper had gotten tired of evil creatures being after her children a long time ago. Seriously, how long would it be before Wyatt and Chris would want to play outside, or visit a friend's house? As a mother she would want to let them do these things, but a demon attack was inevitable with these kids. As a witch, and of course as a mother too, she would never be able to let them out of her sight, at least not until they could control their powers, which could take years of training.

A brunette demon, who looked to be no older than twenty, leaned over Wyatt and Chris in their playpen, and reached for them. Quickly Wyatt put up a force field around him and his brother, denying the woman what she had come here for. Infuriated, she telekinetically threw the boys playpen up against a wall. Wyatt and Chris didn't budge, and the debris bounced right off of the blue light surrounding the two of them.

"Good boys!" Phoebe said, running up and delivering a roundhouse kick to the demon woman's stomach. "Piper, we've got to get out of here," she shouted as the demon crumpled to the floor. "I'm not sure what's going on, but we know some of these people. We can't hurt them."

"I'm not so sure they're them anymore," Paige hollered entering the sunroom with two or three demons on her trail.

"What did the Book of Shadows say?" Piper asked.

"Nothing," Paige replied. "I really have no clue what's going on here, but Phoebe's right. We can't stay here right now."

Piper nodded, "Phoebe, can you grab the boys?"

Phoebe turned to pick up her nephews, but was surprised to find that they were no longer standing near her.

"Piper where are they?"

Piper whirled around, freezing the entire room, "What do you mean, where are they?"

"They are clearly no longer next to me," Phoebe replied, gesturing to the place where the boys had just been standing. "Also, why did you not do the whole freezy-freeze thing like ten minutes ago?"

Ignoring her sister's second question Piper asked, "Where could they have gone? You were standing right next to them!"

Paige shrugged, "Maybe they got scared and orbed away?"

"I'll check upstairs," Phoebe offered, and immediately left the room.

A few seconds later she yelled down the stairs that she had found Wyatt in the attic.

"Where's Chris?"

"He's not upstairs," Phoebe said, walking back into the sunroom, Wyatt on her hip.

"Mama," a small voice rang out.

Piper turned to see her three-year-old son, floppy brown hair tousled, green eyes glistening with terrified tears. She tried to get to him, hoping she could calm his fears, but in her motherly panic the entire room unfroze and the countless demons, and neighbors turned demons, all sprang back to life. Noticing the youngest Halliwell standing in the doorway to the sunroom, one of the demons lunged for him.

Knowing there was no other way out for him, Piper screamed, "Chris, sweetie orb! Orb away!"

In the nick of time Chris disappeared in a shimmer of blue light, a look of sheer terror on his little face.

"Where did he go?" Piper screamed. "Phoebe, Paige, do you see him?"

"No. But Piper, we have to go," Phoebe said.

"But Chris—"

"He's a smart boy. I'm sure he orbed somewhere safe. We need to go, now. We'll scry for him as soon as we possibly can. I promise, sweetie."

Piper grabbed Paige's hand, looking around for just a glimpse of Chris before they orbed away, to no avail. Her mind began to race. Her baby boy was missing, who knows where he was or if he was safe? Who knows what kind of person would find him? She could only hope that wherever he was, he could find his way back to her.

"Do you have any pie?" Sam Winchester asked the convenience store clerk.

"Pie… Yeah I think it's in the third aisle," he says pointing dismissively.

"Thanks."

Sam investigated the aisle, still no pie. Dean was going to be pissed. He picked up some cheap beer, and a couple copies of "Busty Asian Beauties", hoping that that would be enough to keep his brother from killing him. After all, he had sent Sam out specifically for pie.

He paid the clerk, who looked like he would rather be anywhere else, and headed back out to the Impala. Lebanon, Kansas in the summertime was dry as a bone, and Sam had seriously considered investing in some shorts as of late. He and Dean had been spending so much time here in the bunker, trying to get Dean well again, that it would almost be worth the credit card fraud. But, you can't hunt in shorts, so he had to be content with being extremely warm in his usual jeans and flannel. At least his legs would have a better chance of staying in one piece that way.

Sam tossed the plastic bag containing his purchases into the passenger seat of the car, and started filling up the gas tank. While he was waiting for the pump to stop he happened to glance up at the road.

Not many cars come through Lebanon, so when a little boy with brown hair, and stubby little legs, wearing an orange t-shirt and jeans materializes out of a blue stream of light in the middle of the street, there is a good chance he won't get run over. And he didn't. Sam wasn't sure what he was seeing was actually legitimate, or if he had finally taken one too many shots to the head, but this tiny human being toddled his way across the street and into the gas station parking lot, without so much as a scratch on him, though he was crying like he'd been hit by a car anyway.

By the time he made it to the lot a few people had noticed the kid, who couldn't be much older than three, standing by himself with cars whizzing all around him, looking completely lost. Clearly there was something supernatural at play here, so before anyone could ask too many questions, Sam ran over to the little boy and scooped him up.

"Oh, hey there little guy! You thought you could get away from Daddy didn't you?" Sam ad-libbed, hoping he could pass for this little boy's father at first glance.

"Mama," the little boy sniffed.

"Yeah, that's right we're going to go see Mama," he said, smiling at a few skeptical onlookers. "Mama's at home. Let's go see her."

He buckled the boy into the backseat of the Impala, hoping he would stay in one place, and not do the shimmery thing again until he could get him to the bunker and talk to Dean and Cas. At least being picked up and soothed had calmed the boy somewhat. He had stopped crying the minute Sam mentioned his mother. Hopefully he could actually find her, or there would be the issue of what to do with a three-year-old boy. They couldn't exactly manage a child in their line of work.

"Come on buddy," Sam said pulling the boy back out of the car once they had reached the bunker.

"Mama," the boy replied.

"Yeah, we're going to find your Mama, I promise. But first, we're going to find out exactly what you are."

Sam entered the bunker and locked the door behind him. The place was in a state of disarray after he and Dean had worked a particularly hard case. It had been a clan of vampires fighting a clan of werewolves in a nearby Kansas town. Apparently the feud had been going on for years, and the Men of Letters had a very long, very detailed, very bloody account of each of the attacks, though none of them had been linked until Sam and Dean had gotten wind of the most recent bloodbath. They had negotiated with each of the clans, and unfortunately had to put most of each family down. The amount of blood spilt between them was enough to keep what little remained of each family in check for many years to come. Not to mention Sam and Dean had vowed to keep an eye on them in the future, and if they caught wind of even a rumor that the fighting had started up again, that would be the end of both families, period.

"Sam, is that you?" Dean yelled from the next room.

"Nope, pizza delivery guy. Yeah it's me, who else would it be?"

"Did you bring pie?"

"Uh… no. They didn't have any."
"Did you check the store further down the road?"

"Once again, no. Something kind of came up."

"What do you mean something came up? Wait, I thought of a better question, what could come up that is more important than pie?"

"Just get in here, Dean!"

"Alright, alright, I'm coming."

Dean entered the room dressed in his typical flannel and jeans, almost identical to Sam's. His sleeves were rolled up so you could clearly see the Mark of Cain on his right forearm. Sam hated looking at it. It made him feel so helpless, so inadequate, and so unable to do anything to help his brother. But, that was a thought for another time. Right now they needed to focus on the toddler who could disappear and reappear in less than a second, who was also missing his mother.

"What is that?" Dean asked, noticing the child.

"Uh, it's a kid."

"Yeah, I can see that, Sam. I send you out for pie, and you bring back a baby! Well let me tell you, I'll be going out for my own pie from now on."

"He's not exactly a baby, more of a toddler," Sam retorted. "And he's also a little more than that."

"What are you talking about?"

"He's… special."
"Are we talking special like not right in the head, or special like… our kind of special, like supernaturally special?"

"He kind of… appeared in the middle of the road in this… shimmer of blue light."

"He just appeared?"

"Yeah. He was bawling, kind of scared out of his mind. People were starting to notice a kid all by himself, screaming bloody murder, so I picked him up before people started asking too many questions."

"And no one thought it was weird that you picked him up?"

Sam shrugged, "I pretended I was his Dad."

Dean snorted.

"What's funny?" Sam asked, putting the kid down on the floor.

"You, as a father. It's a thought that has never actually crossed my mind before."

"I'd be a great father."

"Okay."`

"Seriously, I am not having this argument with you right now. There are bigger things to worry about."

"All I'm saying, is that everyone knows that I'm the one who's good with kids."

"Who's everyone, Dean?" Sam asks incredulously.

His brother looked momentarily lost for a comeback, "You know… people. Just watch." Dean walked over to the little boy who was flipping through the pages of one of the Men of Letters' many tomes that had been left lying around.

"Hey little guy," Dean said, picking up the boy. "You like me more than that giant oaf over there, am I right?"

The kid proceeded to scream his head off in reply, and wasted no time shimmering himself back to Sam's side. And then, to Dean and even Sam's surprise, the boy stretched his little arms up over his head, his own way of asking to be picked up. A request that Sam granted, placing the child on his hip, before shooting a shameless smirk in Dean's general direction.

"You were saying?"

"Whatever," Dean said gruffly, "It's clearly a fluke. So anyway, what do you suppose this kid is? Is he good, evil?"

"He doesn't seem evil. Whatever he is, he's smart."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it, the kid likes you, moving on. This kid could be evil, which would account for his character. Let's hit the books, huh?"

"Sure, but maybe you should call Cas in here. With a little kid running around I'm not sure how much I can really accomplish here."

"Cas!" Dean yelled gruffly.

"You called," a figure stepped into the room, wearing a cheap suit and a tan trench coat. He was Castiel, an angel of the Lord, and the Winchesters' constant companion.

"Yeah," Dean replied. "Sam found a kid with supernatural abilities at the gas station and he needs us to do all the heavy lifting and figure out what we're dealing with, while he plays Candyland with the thing."

"Supernatural abilities? What kind of supernatural abilities?"

"He does this disappearing act, in a blue, kind of shimmery light," Dean told him, not looking up from the stack of books he was rifling through.

"Yeah," Sam concurred, "He just appeared in the middle of the road near the gas station, obviously scared. I've never seen anything like it."

"I have," Cas said bluntly.

"You have?" Dean asked, stopping in his tracks. "You know what this kid is? Is he evil?"

"No, actually far from it. He's a whitelighter, a kind of guardian angel. There's nothing more pure, though I've never met one so… young."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

"Well, usually whitelighters are not born, nor are they created like me or my brothers and sisters were. They become whitelighters after death."

"After death?" Dean questioned.

"Yes, when the elders, a group of very old, very wise whitelighters, see a person who has lived a life for others, a life worth saving from death, they resurrect them and send them to protect the innocent of the world."

"Cas, what the hell are you talking about?" Dean spat.

"You say he appeared in a shimmer of blue light?" Cas asked.

"Yes," Sam told him.

"He is a whitelighter."

"But you said whitelighters become whitelighters after death?"

"In my experience, yes that is the way they are made."
"Then how is this kid a whitelighter?" Dean asked. "He can't be more than three years old."

"I am not sure. Like I said, I have never met one so young. Perhaps if we find out where he came from we can find out more."

"Well isn't that a fine idea. I never thought of that one. How are we supposed to do that? He could have come from anywhere."

"That is true," Castiel replied. "Though, as young as he is… Sam, you said when he appeared he was frightened. Has he orbed again since you found him?"

"Orbed?"

"The shimmery blue thing you described is called orbing. It is how whitelighters get from place to place."

"Oh, uh, yeah. He orbed again when Dean tried to pick him up."

"Did he seem frightened by Dean?"

"Hey!" Dean yelled.

"Maybe a little," Sam said, adjusting the child in his arms.

"It is alright Dean, Whitelighters are extremely sensitive to anything malevolent. It is possible that when you picked him up, he could sense the Mark of Cain. To a child that type of extreme evil could be very alarming."

Sam saw Dean's jaw tense at the mention of "extreme evil", but he didn't make any attempts to defend the mark, or himself.

"So what you're saying is he only orbs when he's scared," Sam said, starting to understand why Cas was asking all of these questions.

"Precisely. For as young as this child is, I would not be surprised if he does not have full control of his powers quite yet."

"What other powers do whitelighters have?" Sam asked.

"They are great healers, and a powerful force of good in this world, but as I said before they are very sensitive to emotion, which is why you should get him back to where he came from as soon as you possibly can. A great deal of turmoil could cause a whitelighter so young to panic and begin to use his powers for the wrong instead of the right."

"Can you get inside his head or something?" Dean asked. "See where he came from."

Cas placed his two dominant fingers on Chris's forehead, and then scowled, "Something is preventing me from accessing his mind. There is warding of some sort protecting him."

"Great, so we're back to square one."

"Maybe there's a reason he orbed to Lebanon," Dean suggested. "Maybe his family is from around here. I could ask around town, see if a kid's gone missing."

Sam nodded, "Sounds like as good of a place to start as any. Although I think I'd better try and get this little guy something to eat pretty soon. He's starting to get squirmy, and I can hear his stomach growling."

"Yeah, his and mine both," Dean said. "If only I had some pie to tide me over…"

"Oh would you give it up with the pie!" Sam hollered out behind him as he made his way to the bunker's kitchen.

Opening the fridge he wracked his brain for what someone around the age of three might like to eat. He didn't have to wonder for very long, since the minute he opened the drawer near the bottom of the fridge, a bag of baby carrots came floating out of it and landed in his hand. Sam stood there for a moment staring at the carrots, not sure if he was going crazy for the second time that day, but then the half gallon of milk that he used on his cheerios in the morning also floated into midair and landed on the kitchen table.

"Did you just do that?" Sam asked the child, who surprised him yet again by nodding his head in complete comprehension of what Sam had asked him.

"How?"

The child did not reply this time, but instead pointed at the carrots.

"You and Dean with your one track minds," Sam sighed. "Him with his pie, and you with your carrots. I'll never get anything done around here."

Sam sat the child down in one of the chairs at the table, and then realized he was way too short to sit in a normal seat.

"Cas!" he shouted.

"Yes Sam?" the angel replied from the next room.

"Bring me three or four of those huge red books on the table in there."

Cas walked into the kitchen with three of the Men of Letters' largest chronicles of demon possession dating back to the thirties. They weighed in at around fifty pounds each, but Castiel carried them like they weighed nothing. Since the angel had lost his wings, Sam had started to see him as human because he couldn't blink from place to place anymore. Instead he had to drive across the country like everyone else. So, when Sam did witness Castiel's divine strength at work, it took him a moment to process.

"Where would you like these, Sam?" he asked.

"Uh… Just put them on the chair here so this little guy can reach the table."

Cas did as he was instructed, and Sam sat the boy down on top of the books. He poured a couple of carrots out on the table and poured him a glass of milk. Sam wasn't sure if that would be enough to tide the kid over, but he sat down in the chair next to him anyway, and waited for him to request more. Then again, maybe he would just open up the fridge himself and make a sandwich with his mind.

"Hey Cas, I know you said that whitelighters can orb and heal, but are they ever telekinetic?"

Castiel looked taken aback for a moment, "Not in my experience. Why do you ask?"

"Um… This kid may or may not have just moved that gallon of milk without using his hands."

"You are sure it was the child that moved it?"

"I don't know how else it could have been done. It was just me and him in this room."

Cas frowned, which wasn't much different from the way his face normally looked. But, after knowing him for so long Sam could tell the subtle difference.

"Does this change things?"

"I'm not sure," Cas replied. "As I said before, he is not a normal whitelighter. Right now focusing on finding his family is what is most important. Perhaps then we can find out what is really at work here."

Sam nodded, and then helped the boy take a drink of milk. He was a cutie, that was for sure, with his dimples and his chubby little cheeks. He was also extremely well behaved, at least for the short time he had been in the bunker. He was awfully quiet for his age, and hadn't messed anything up yet. Sam could feel the boy growing on him more as each second passed.

"Where did you come from little guy?" he asked, more in a general sense than directly to the child. Sam watched as the boy brought another carrot to his mouth, and then noticed something he hadn't before: a medical identification bracelet on the child's right wrist, the kind of bracelet you get when you check into a hospital. Sam leaned closer to the child so he could read it clearly.

"Cas, I know who this boy is."

Cas turned back toward Sam, "What are you talking about?"

"His name is Christopher Perry Halliwell, and three days ago he visited the San Francisco Bay Area Memorial Hospital for… a concussion."

"Halliwell… that name sounds familiar to me. I can't quite place it. But, why would such a young child have a concussion?"

"Just another question to add to the list, Cas. But, at least we have a better place to start now than just hoping someone in Lebanon has heard of him."

"I will go tell Dean. I'm not sure he has left yet," Cas said before exiting the room.

Sam turned back to the boy, and helped him get another sip of milk.

"Well Mr. Halliwell," he said when Chris finished eating, "It looks like we're going to take you home, if San Francisco really is your home."

"Mama," Chris replied with the only word he had uttered since coming to Kansas. Sam felt a pang in his chest. He felt for this boy. Dean and Sam both knew, better than most, how it felt to grow up without a mother and miss her terribly every day.

"I know you miss your Mama, Christopher. I'll bet she misses you too, and I promise you, we will find her, okay? We're going to get you back to her one way or another, I swear."

End Notes:

Thank you so much for reading! I have a few chapters already written, and I have been writing more all the time, so I promise I'll update soon.

PLEASE REVIEW! I would love to know what you think of my portrayal of the Winchesters and the Halliwells! Are they all in character? Please be honest! I love all kinds of feedback!

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