Okay, this is ANOTHER Supernatural/Charmed fic, lol! It stuck in my mind and wouldn't leave. Enjoy! It will be Wincest eventually...

Disclaimer: Niether Supernatural nor Charmed are mine.

The Trickster watched his new pet project from a window, invisible. At first, he was just going to cruise through town, but then he stumbled upon one John Winchester. The man was insane. He was a hunter too, but that wasn't what made him insane. No, what made him insane was what he did to his boys, his children. He raised them as if they had no other business except to hunt. All this man cared about was hunting, and he wanted to raise his kids to think the same way.

One of them, Sam, was rebelling against him. He had a chance at a normal life, and John paid more attention to him and tried to snap him out of the funk. It was sickening. Hunters with families had no business hunting at all, or if they did, they should at least have another parental figure in the life. The boys barely had a life at all. All they knew was how to hunt demons. Sam, the lucky one, might break away with a bit of luck, but Dean was doomed already.

Something had to happen, and The Trickster was only too happy to do what he did best. This called for a little poetic justice. It would bring the brothers closer together as well, and that was a good thing. If Dean was ever to have a normal life, it would be spending more time with Sam with John out of the picture. The Trickster smiled to himself as with a wave of his hand John got retractable vampire fangs. John wouldn't notice them or even ever probably use them. They were just there so that he could plant the rest of the evidence and have something to convince Gordon John was indeed a vampire.

With any luck, the two would kill each other. Gordon, as he had learned, was a complete dick who killed his own sister. If Gordon didn't die while killing John, then he'd come up with a fate for Gordon. He'd turn him into a vampire and see how he liked it. The Trickster watched Sam through the window. The boy was 18, about to turn 19, and he was planning on going to college, with or without his Dads approval. Well, his plans would have to wait a little while, for Dean's sake. What was about to happen now would prevent Sam from going off to college anytime soon. Eventually, yes, but not now. The Trickster smiled and disappeared.

Not much later, an hour at best, Gordon kicked through the door. The only ones home were Sam and John. Dean went out to go get some Chinese take-out for the three of them. John was sitting at the table to his study when he looked up to see Gordon. He barely had time to say anything before the man jumped on him and knocked him over with the chair he was sitting in. He punched him three times and aimed a knife to his neck. John barely had time to catch his hands and hold him off. He kicked Gordon in the gut and knocked him out of the chair and pinned him down.

The ruckus woke up Sam and he got into the room just in time to see what was going on. Gordon somehow flipped John over and picked up the chair to hit him, hard. John was winded and couldn't move for the moment. Sam shouted and ran at the man, knocking him away from his Dad right before the man beheaded him. Gordon turned around in fury and sliced Sam deep across the face, creating a large gash from the bottom of his jaw to the tip of his cheek. Sam dodged the knife and kicked him in the chest, knocking him over. Gordon stabbed him in the gut and Sam jerked, freezing up in pain. Gordon grabbed him, panting, and threw him into a closet with large, easily seen though blinds and locked the door behind him. Sam yelled and pounded on the door, despite the pain he was in.

"Sorry kid," Gordon said and leaned a little against the door. "This is for your own good. I promise I'll get you some help right after I kill this monster. I didn't stab near your vitals and I should be done in time to get you to a hospital."

"He's not a monster! He's my Dad!" Sam shouted.

Just as Sam spoke, John jumped on Gordon's back, shouting. "You stay away from my son!"

Gordon slammed his back into the closet door, causing John to let go, turned around, and slammed Johns face into the closet door. He pulled up Johns lip and pressed on his gums, causing fangs to slip out. Sam gasped at seeing the vampire fangs. Since when was his Dad a vampire? Why didn't he tell them? Quickly though, he abandoned that thought in favor of worrying for his Dad. He pounded on the doors, yelling for him to let go.

"You see these teeth here? Those are vampire fangs. Your Dad isn't your Dad anymore kid. I hope he didn't turn you."

"No, he didn't! Please just let him go!"

"No can do kid, he needs to be killed. Some day you'll thank me."

John kicked Gordon's legs out from underneath him and escaped from his grip. Gordon went to grab at John's feet, but John just kicked him and knelt down to hold the other man down. Sam paled his strength fading as he bled from the wound in his stomach. His banging became weaker and weaker and he slipped down to his knees on the floor. He leaned heavily against the door and cried helplessly, helpless to do nothing but watch.

"Dad…" he weakly cried out. He hoped desperately that Dean would come back soon and help Dad.

John managed to get the knife from Gordon and stabbed him in the chest. Gordon somehow grabbed the knife from him, picked him up, and threw him against the closet door. Suddenly, the shelves in the closet fell down on top of Sam and knocked him down. He was trapped there in the dark, watching his Dad get knocked to the floor right in front of him and kicked repeatedly. Sam clutched at the wound to his chest leaned against the other side of the door, reaching out and pressing against the blinds with his other hand in an attempt to reach out to him.

John looked up and stared directly into his eyes. "Sam…" He whispered. Gordon dropped to his knees and stabbed John in the chest. His eyes bugged out, still staring at Sam as blood leaked out of his gaping open mouth. Gordon smirked and held the knife against his throat, wheezing as blood came out of his own mouth, and with a fluid movement sliced off his head. Sam sobbed out desperately and pushed weakly against the closet door.

"Dad…" he cried out.

Gordon looked at Sam then and crumpled to his knees on the floor, coughing out blood. His adrenaline was gone now that he killed the "monster" and he was quickly drowning to death in his own blood. He puked and coughed up more blood for a couple of minutes, getting weaker and weaker until he finally fell to the floor and died himself, leaving Sam to stare at them, growing weaker from blood-loss by the minute.

He stared at them both, especially his dad, feeling helpless. He couldn't stop it, his Dad was dead. He sat there, slumped over with the weight of the shelves pressing down on him, trapping him against the door as he could only stare at his Dads decapitated head through the blinds as he stared at him with wide eyes. The stench of blood wreaked his nose and he struggled to get up, to push the shelves off of him or something so that he could at least MOVE, but his strength was fading and fading. As he sat there, trapped, he knew he was going to die, and no one could save him.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, Dean walked through the door whistling as he carried his bags. Sam hit the door with the last of his strength, which was barely enough to make a sound and tried to call out for Dean, but his voice failed him. He could barely move anymore and forgot how to work his vocal chords.

"Hey Dad, I'm home." Dean called out as he closed and locked the door behind him. "Dad? Sammy? Helloooo?"

He walked in and froze when he saw the two dead bodies on the floor, one of them Dads. For a minute he stood there in total shock, his brain unable to comprehend the scene. Then the Chinese food fell out of his hands and crashed against the floor. Dean gasped and screamed out "Dad!" as if the man would hear him. Then he fell to the floor and sobbed for a good while. Sam stared at him from out of the closet door and tried desperately to move, to do anything to get his attention, but it seemed useless. His vision swam over him and he could do nothing but silently cry in pain, fear, and misery. Black spots appeared at the edge of his vision until he could see nothing and seemed to gather around his eyes. He saw less and less, feeling terrified and helpless as he finally blacked out.

His body slumped over even more in the closet and suddenly, Dean's head snapped up to the closet. He ran over to it, unlocked, and opened the door. Sammy's unconscious form fell on the ground as the door was no longer holding him up and the shelves fell with him. Dean cried even harder, tears clogging his vision.

"SAM! Sammy, oh god no, don't be dead Sammy. Oh no, don't die on me. Oh Sammy, Sammy, Sammy," he cried as he picked the shelves off of him and felt his very faint, but still present pulse. He immediately picked him up, crying, and wiped the blood off of his face. It was completely drenched in blood, coming from the knife-wound at the side of his face. The blade had sliced through his cheek and hit bone. It was sickening and horrifying to look at. Then he noticed his brother bleeding profusely from a wound in his stomach and almost vomited. With amazing strength, he brought Sam into the impala and drove him straight to the hospital.

They were barely able to save him in time. If it had been so much as a couple minutes difference, Sam would have bled to death. The wound in his cheek left a permanent scar across his face, from the top of his cheek to the bottom of his jaw, so that every time Dean looked at it, he would remember that he was almost too late to save Sam. When Sam got back to the hotel, he immediately packed his bags to go somewhere else on a hunt with Dean. Thoughts of a college life were completely forgotten and suddenly, Sam found the acceptance letter to the college that, just the night before, he was planning to attend. He glared at it angrily and tore it to pieces. There was no way he was going, not now anyway. Tears of shame slipped down his face as he realized he had been planning to leave Dad and Dean… and now he'd never get to see Dad again…

He stopped to go to the bathroom to get the toilet-trees and closed the door behind him, sighing and leaning against the sink to look at himself in the mirror. Suddenly, something seemed wrong, dead wrong. He looked around him slowly. The room was too small, way too small. He shuddered and his palms started sweating. He needed to get out of there, now! He hurriedly left the bathroom and backed into Dean, jumping when he did so.

"Hey, are you okay Sammy? You look scared."

"Uh, no, nothing," Sam said nervously, too embarrassed to admit out loud that he was weary of the bathroom. "You know what? I'll just uh… wait out in the car. "

Dean looked at him a bit suspiciously, but nodded. "I'm here if you need to talk about anything…" He pulled Sam into a long hug before letting him go. Sam hurried outside and got into the impala, sighing in relief at having gotten out of that small space. He didn't know what came over him, but that bathroom freaked him out. Dean put the last of the bags in the car and they drove off to lead a life of endless hunting… for now.