This story is a crossover between Supernatural and Charmed. It takes place about six and a half years after Charmed ended and about two and a half years after the current season of Supernatural. Be advised that I have seen approximately half an episode of Supernatural post season four and therefore am unaware of the events of season five. I have also only seen about half of season seven of Charmed, but I have a pretty good idea of what happened in it.

The Halliwell Death Trap

Fall 2012 - San Francisco

Everything had been just fine when Sam Winchester went to sleep the night before, or as fine as things could be in the world he and his older brother, Dean, lived in. They had spent a late night watching horror flicks on the motel TV. For once they had nowhere to be in the morning and they had decided to just enjoy it.

It was the sound of the roof falling that woke Sam. He rolled off his bed onto the floor less than a second before the timber that had been the roof covered his bed. Demons he could manage, falling roofs where not his usual repertoire, so he scrambled under the bed and waited, hoping that the bed wasn't going to cave in, too. He lay still until he was absolutely sure that nothing else was coming down. Then, he crawled out from under his bed and shoved the debris away. It took him nearly a minute to get out from under that bed. Once he was able to stand he looked over at Dean's bed. A piece of the roof had staked the bed right through the middle. Thankfully, Dean wasn't on it.

"Any idea what just happened, Dean?" Sam shoved debris away as he tried to get a good look around the room. With no response from Dean, he grew a little worried. Still, there was no sign of Dean, so his brother had probably gone out for a snack or something.

He made his way to the door and started digging a path around it, so he could pull it open. It took a couple minutes, but soon the door was opened. Seeing the hallway, he glanced wryly at the sky above and wondered if it would have been faster to climb out. The remains of the ceiling blocked the path down the hall. With a scowl he began the journey down the hall. He made it within visual range of the snack vendor and looked around. The machine had fallen down and sticking out from it he could see a leg.

Sam gulped and as best he could with all the debris he started running. "Dean!" Not Dean. Please don't let it be Dean. He tried to pick up the vending machine, but it didn't even budge. There had to be a way to get that thing up. What if someone was alive under it? Sam pushed away debris and got down on the ground so he could get a good look and his heart caught in his throat.

His brother looked at him from unseeing eyes. "No, Dean. No!" He started shaking. "No! Why now? After all the things we have survived." His body started shaking uncontrollably at sobs wracked his body. "No. no. no!"

He couldn't bury his brother. Not again. There had to be a way to change this, to fix it, to reverse it.

"Dean!"

If I get a review, the I will update this as soon as I can. Otherwise, I will update this in aproximately one week. I have been enjoying writing this story for the last week or so and hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I have been enjoying writing it. I have some choices yet to be made for near the end of the story and if you'd like to have a say in the outcome, comment or PM me when I ask questions. I will let you know if it is a question that hasn't been decided yet.

For now, Sam's in a bad spot with what happened here and all he wants is his brother back.