Bleeding Rose

By: RavenHeart101

Disclaimer: Hahahaha. You are funny… thinking I actually own this…

Summery: Newest place for Sam and Dean is San Francisco, California. But, they aren't the only ones there. Darryl called in Chris and Wyatt for a strange case. What will these four do when their paths cross? And what is this about an assassin witch after both Sam and Wyatt?

Warnings: Slash (don't like it, don't read it), language, sexual situations, alternate universe, disregard to some things probably seeing as to how I've only seen up to Season 4 and some parts of season 5 of Supernatural.

Chapter 8

They pulled away from one another quickly, Dean shooting up out of the bed and Chris' hand flying to cover the necklace. There were no awkward pauses, they had no time for that. The necklace jerked forward nearly throwing the witch on top of the older hunter. "Sammy!" Dean yelled out for him, grabbing Chris' arm to steady the witch. Green eyes found brown in a small amount of fear, something passing between the two of them.

Sam sighed and threw open the door, raising his eyebrow at his brother and the witch. Who were standing too close for it NOT to be romantic. He lost his all-knowing look when it turned out that he didn't know all. The necklace tugged on Chris' neck, and if Dean wasn't there the poor witch would have gone flying into the kitchen table. "Little help here Sammy." Dean grunted, steadying Chris.

Sam ran forward, dropping his phone on the shabby bed that he had claimed as him as the necklace tugged again. The witches shirt was stained with blood and more kept on pouring and pouring. Anger clouded the green eyes. "Another good shirt rui-" And then another tug and the witch lost his footing. The eldest brother caught him with ease, a brief flash of sympathy passing before his eyes as Chris winced.

"Sorry." He muttered ignoring Sam's sideways look. Chris was nearly on his own two feet again when the door flew open in a gust of unseen and felt wind. Another sharp tug and Chris was on his feet, Wyatt standing in the doorway. "Shit." Dean cursed, diving for his gun that was hidden under a pillow. Wyatt's hand snapped forward, knocking the gun out of the Hunter's reach.

"You can't do that." His voice wasn't his own, that was the first thing Chris noticed. The second thing was that it seemed as if the demon inside of him was having trouble staying inside of him. Wyatt was fighting it off. He glanced to his right, then to his left.

Wyatt's hand clenched into a fist, his blue eyed glare focused on the youngest Winchester. Sam coughed. And coughed again. And again. And again. Until his eyes were starting to shimmer in fear. "Dean." He gasped out almost collapsing in a fit of coughs. Wyatt looked confused, and Chris knew why. Sam should have been about to pass out from lack of air and yet he was only coughing. Chris didn't give himself the time to think of that as he raised his own hand to Wyatt.

"No." He pushed telekinetically, the power matching Wyatt's perfectly. "You don't want to do this, Wy. You don't want to hurt them."

The eyes almost faded into the Wyatt that Chris had grown up in, but the demon was still too powerful. And he knew everything that Wyatt did. "You didn't have to hurt Patty either. But you still did." Chris lost his nerve, blinking in surprise. A blue ball of electricity slammed into his shoulder, nocking him onto his back, out of breath. He blinked back tears and the threat of passing out.

"Why?" Sam gasped out, Dean by his side, clutching his little brother's arm tightly.

The demon, or Wyatt to the other two, raised a blonde eyebrow, a skill Wyatt hadn't been able to accomplish until now. A smirk was carved onto his face. "Because it's fun."

"Son of a bitch." Dean fumed, jumping to his feet, a gun pointed at Wyatt's heart.

Chris' eyes widened and he forced himself to push back the pain in his arm. "No!" The room turned its attention back to him. "Dean, don't!" Chris hated how desperate he sounded, but it was his brother.

Dean's eyes flashed in sympathy before they hardened again. "He's evil."

"No! He's good!"

"Since when is killing people good, Chris!"

Chris shook his head frantically. "I-it's not! But-That's just the demon talking! Wyatt's-"

"Fighting like an old married couple already, dearies?" The demon taunted. "No matter how entertaining this may be I came here for a reason."

"Fuck you." Dean snarled, his gun never swaying, his eyes tightening into a narrow glare.

"Language Dean." Wyatt waved his hand carelessly, the gun flying out of Dean's gapped and Chris swore under his breath, his own hand flying out in front of him. Telekinetically he pushed against the demon, catching it off guard. "That's not going to work Chrissie." He smiled, his mouth opening a little. Sam took the shot. An arm curved around the demon's neck and a green liquid poured down Wyatt's throat. "Agah!" The demon threw his arm out behind him, Sam flying into Dean, nocking them down onto the floor. But the potion had done it's job. The demon bent over in a coughing fit, smoke pouring out of it's mouth. A burst of flame and then there was only four unconscious men lying in a motel room, virtually no damage left to be seen.

"So this is it?" Sam asked Dean slowly an hour after they had woken up in the Halliwell Manor. Dean shrugged silently.

"Yeah."

Sam shook his head slowly. "Maybe they could help-"

"No." Dean cut him off sharply. "They couldn't Sammy."

"If we just asked-"

"No, Sam!

"You're going to hell Dean! Don't act as if this doesn't bother you in the slightest."

Dean hid his face by tying his shoes and slinging his bag over his right shoulder. "Sammy I'm going to hell. I've accepted that. Have you?" He stormed out of the room, hiding his fear with anger. That always seemed to work best for him.

"No, Dean I haven't." Sam whispered, throwing things into his own bag and answering the eager call from Bobby.

"You're leaving?" Chris asked, leaning against the Impala as Dean stuffed things into the trunk.

"Yeah." Dean snapped shut the secret compartment, moving to stand beside Chris, who offered him a beer with a small smile. "There's always going to be new hunts." He sent Chris a sideways smile.

The witch blinked at him, a small smile forming on the edges of his lips. "I'll miss you." Chris whispered, running his finger along the rim of the bottle that he held in his hand. He didn't even like beer, so he couldn't figure out for the life of him why he had one.

Dean captured his lips softly, placing his beer on top of his car. He pulled away from the witch only by a few inches. "Don't. You'll never be seeing me again, anyway." He whispered against the pink lips before him, ignoring the small heartbreak that seemed to attack him at those words. He regretted them the moment he said them, but it was for the best. It would only be best if Chris never thought of him again. If he did manage to find a way to keep himself from going to Hell he would make sure to give Chris a call and apologize. Until then it was only best to cover all bases.

"Dean..." And they kissed once more. Pure bliss and need and want filling every moment. One of Dean's hands rested on Chris' waist and the other on the Impala's window. This was as close as Happily Ever After as he would ever get. And if he was ever going to Hell, at least he would have the memory of this moment to keep him around.

It was three months later that Chris heard from the Winchesters again. Actually he only heard from Sam, and it was in the form of a voice mail. In those three months Chris had decided to go back to school and he had moved from San Francisco to New York. And after a falling out with his family it only seemed as if it would be the most logical choice. Chris had met someone who had found their way into becoming his best friend and his life was going well. But it all came crashing down at that message.

He blinked at the number that flashed on the screen as he pressed the button for voice mail to work. A familiar voice stopped him from walking any farther then the middle of the kitchen. "Uh... hey Chris... this is Sam. I-I don't really know how to say this... but we-I-Dean... he needs your help." There was a break, and Sam seemed to be steadying his breath. "He's in hell Chris. He's in hell because he made a deal for me." Sam swallowed. "I just-I know that there's nothing I can do... but maybe... never mind. I just thought you should know. Uh... yeah... so bye." It ended there and Chris had to take a seat to let it all process. He had an idea... but it might not work.

After class Chris found himself Up There listening to the clickidy clacks of the Elders speaking to one another. They were debating whether or not to do it, whether or not to save Dean Winchester. He could be of a great asset, and they were going to save him anyway. Chris asking them to was just a plus. They could make a bargain... They laid out the deal on the table and looked expectantly at the young witch.

Chris took a deep breath and swallowed when the Elders finished explaining the deal. "What do you say, Christopher?" One of the Elders said smoothly. Chris looked from side to side, before his green eyes fell closed. He steadied his breathing and calmed his heart. Was he really worth it?

His eyes snapped open, determination the only thing the Elders could see. "You have yourself a deal."

To Be Continued....

A: N- YAY! It's done! Sadly...
I actually didn't want to end it this soon but I have... and I'm glad that now I can write Part Two. Which will be taking place in season 4. A lot of mysteries need to be solved... like what exactly is the bleeding rose necklace's purpose? What happened to Patty? And what deal did Chris make with the Elders? Thank you everyone who reviewed and Happy Thanksgiving!

Part Two: Apocalypse 101-
An assassin has been hired to find a fallen angel and take her for their side. Another has been hired to take out the Twice Blessed and Lucifer's vessel. Sam and Dean need help to protect a girl tuned into "Angel Radio". Who else should they call but Chris and Wyatt?