Title: Lost Souls

Author: Tainted Gemini

Fandom: Supernatural and Charmed Crossover

Pairings: Dean x Chris possible Sam x oc and one-sided Wyatt x Chris

Warnings: spoilers for both series, slash, probably violence and mentions of incest and non-consent (nothing too graphic) not betaed anyone want to offer their services?

Summary: Something is after Dean and time is running out on his contract. Chris has changed the future but as memories of the alterative time line return to him can he deal with all that happened. When theses two men meet can they help each other with their greatest fears before they destroy them.

' ' Signifies their thoughts

Please r&r constructive criticism welcome flamers are not.

Prologue

Police Station San Francisco

She was ancient. She was the embodiment of Evil. She was incredible pissed off. How dare Azazel! That idiot! How could he give away such power to a mortal? Give such power to a hunter! That made it even worse. Now he was dead which was more than okay with her. He had been standing in her way anyway. Thinking he could rule the World. Wrong! That was her privilege. It was her right. The World was hers for the taking.

The only problem was one Sam Winchester. The Mortal with all that borrowed Power. Her lips turned up in a smirk. He would not be much of a problem soon. Without his brother Sam would break. Time was nearly up for Dean. Soon his contract would be called into affect. Dean would make a fine demon. All that anger and bitterness could be used to mould him into a useful minion. They made things all too easy really. All that self-sacrificing they do for each other. It was sickening really. All she needed to do now was keep them distracted until the time was up.

"Lilith I presume!"

Arrogance filled the voice of the unassuming looking man standing behind the powerful Demon.

'Good right on time.'

Her smirk widened.

"Barbas I presume?" She said acknowledging the other demons presence.

The man was not a man at all but a Demon, he seemed quite amused but kept his distance.

'He really thinks the distance will save him? If I really did want him dead, then distance wouldn't matter.'

"Oh my how the mighty have fallen! Asking a demon of my kind for help! My kind! Which I have heard, on more than one occasion your very own kind calls, an inferior specimen of Demon!" His voice was smug.

It made Lilith's amusement to vanish, immediately.

"You are a lesser Demon!" She cried with contempt.

Barbas flinched slightly and backed back slightly at the venom in her voice. She seemed to regain herself and continued.

"I have better things to be doing. I only need you to use your little tricks to keep them busy."

The ice in her voice would have a lesser Demon running away but not Barbas.

"Of Course as you wish my dear Lilith! I'll keep the Winchesters happy and in return you'll rid me of the annoyance that is the Halliwell family."

He was trying to read the other demons intentions, he was finding it hard to do but he could tell he had her on his side for now. In the future, that was uncertain but he had his tricks, he was not worried.

"That is right." She nodded.

She was agreeing for now but he knew that it wasn't a guarantee.

"How should I go about it, arranging for them to, to come looking for me?" he asked.

"Leave that to me."

She turned towards the wall as she said this. A message appeared on the wall the red lettering resembled blood. It read

'To the Winchesters: with love'.

"You should leave!"

It was an order and Barbas did as he was commanded but he looked around the Police Station at all the frightened inhabitants as he did so. Relishing the fear he felt, drinking it in.

"I do so love the smell of fear!"

Sensing what was to come he wisely choose to leave. Walking as fast as he could without seeming rushed he exited the building. Just as he reached a safe distance the light started to surround the building. The building blew shattering the early morning peace and sends the few pedestrians in the surrounding area into shock.

"I do so love the smell of fear!" Barbas repeated to himself.

Revelling in the chaos and fear around him, he didn't notice the black smoke that emerged from the building and entered into a woman standing behind him.

"If you fail me, it will be your fear that you will smell!"

He heard the threat in her voice as loud and clear as he heard her steps as she walked away.

"I will not fail you." He swore.

Barbas knew he could not fail, it would mean his death and he did not dare turn around; he stood there until he could not sense her presence anymore before making his way into the shadows too.

Hal's Restaurant, On the Highway, 400 miles from San Francisco

"Look at this Dean!"

Sam turned his laptop to face Dean who sat on opposite side of the table. They were sitting in a booth in the restaurant they'd stopped at for a bite to eat and a rest from the road. The older hunter looked at his brother's anxious face and frowned before putting down his fork and turning his attention to the article his brother had been reading.

"A police station blew up? That sucks but what has that got to do with us?" Dean asked after reading the first paragraph.

"Read on." Sam urged.

With a sigh the older continued reading. The younger watched him anxiously when he saw his eyes widened he knew he'd come to the part that had send a shiver down his own spine.

"To the Winchesters: with Love? Sure sounds like a message to us. One very sick message intended for us." The younger said nervously.

Dean said nothing seeming to be lost in his own thoughts. Sam stared at him feeling frustrated at Deans lack of response. He let his frustration win out and said.

"It could be Lilith! This could be exactly what we've been looking for."

His brother's words brought Dean out of his head but instead of being excited he looked angry. He angrily shook his head.

"It could be her? It could be a trap! We're not going to take that risk Sammy!"

"We have to Dean! We are running out of time here. We have no other choice!"

The older hunter glared at him but he held his ground. This was too important to just let it go. Dean sat forward in his seat looking his brother in the eye.

"I am not going to risk losing you!" he hissed.

Sam's expression darkened at this his anger rising.

"You are not going to risk losing me? So I'm just meant to sit back and let you die because you don't want to lose me. You are all I have too Dean, I can't lose you either. We are going!"

He started to rise with that declaration. Dean stayed in his seat he wasn't about to give in that easily. He was not done arguing yet.

"No Sammy this has to be trap!"

"Probably is Dean but it's all we have to go on. We have to go!"

Sam was pleading with his brother now, he was desperate. He leaned over the table gripping his brother's shoulder firmly.

"No!" the older said firmly.

Dean shook him off, he was being stubborn but yet he could feel himself giving into his brother's way of thinking.

"If we don't go what's to say Lilith won't blow up another building? Do you really want that on your conscience?"

The younger hunter was changing tactics now; he knew his Brother was wavering slightly. Dean would not answer stuck between being unwilling to risk his brother's life and being unwilling to risk innocent lives. A determined expression came over Sam's face as he stood up straight and without a word headed to the exit. Dean watched him go before rousing himself out of his stupor. Cursing he rummage in his pocket for his wallet he threw some bills down on the table before following after his brother.

Sam waited outside standing in front of the driver's side of the Impala a blank look on his handsome face.

"We are going!" he said again, firmly.

His voice left no room for arguments.

Dean cursed again before nodding his head in defeat. He was in no way happy about this but he knew Sam wouldn't give in and he wouldn't put it past his brother to wait until he was asleep and take off there on his own anyway. Satisfied the younger of the brothers made to get into to the driver's seat. Only to be stopped by the older one,

"What do you think you are doing? If I have to go on this suicide mission I am sure as hell not letting you drive. Other side Bitch!"

"Whatever you say Jerk!" Sam shot back.

Despite his words Sam smirked as he made his way to the passenger side as he knew Dean wasn't going to hold it against him.

"My car: my rules. Now where too?" the older asked

He watched as Sam pulled out the map.

"San Francisco is four hundred miles straight on from here."

Sighing Dean started the car,

"We're headed into a trap." He said pointedly.

It was a he statement; he knew his brother knew that. He backed out and drove out of the car park heading in the direction Sam had given him.

"I know Dean."

They said no more for the rest of the journey lost in their own hopes and worries.