Hey everyone. This is the next story in my On the Path series. It starts not that long after the second story. You don't really need to read the other two stories for this one, but the could be useful as there are mentions of events now and then.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or Charmed. Everything written is just for fun.

On the Path to a Wedding

Chapter 1

"It's all too quiet," Melinda narrowed her eyes as she walked into the Halliwell Manor. Dean was just in front of her, leading her through the door, "What's going on?"

"You need to learn to stop being so suspicious." Dean smirked at his girlfriend, as she shut the door behind them. Melinda simply raised her eyebrows muttering something about saying hi to the kettle, and Dean instantly knew what she meant. He was always suspicious, especially when something was different. And he had to admit that it was very different to walk into a quiet manor.

They'd been back in San Francisco for two months now, and most days there was noise somewhere. Someone was always over, especially at the moment. Dana and Chris' wedding was just a month away, so people were over working with them to help with preparations. There was no way anyone was letting a Halliwell have a quiet wedding.

"Seriously, where is everyone?" Melinda questioned as she looked through the doorway to the two sitting areas. Now Dean was starting to get suspicious. It wasn't like them to be able to walk into the house without hearing a soul.

Melinda headed straight for the kitchen, while Dean looked through the windows to the garden. It was a beautiful day out, so maybe they were there.

Nope. Definitely not out there. Melinda walked back into the dining area shaking her head. They weren't in there either.

"Attic?" Dean suggested, but that would mean one thing. Demons.

They'd all promised to put the Crowley hunt on the backburner for the next month. Everyone wanted to focus on something good—and that was going to be the upcoming wedding. Dean agreed that they all deserved to focus on something positive for once, but he was ready to get back onto finding out more about Crowley and how to kill the son of a bitch as soon as Chris and Dana left for their honeymoon.

Because of all that, it meant the attic wasn't really a place to go. He'd been up there a couple of times hunting around for things for Dana because she couldn't reach or lift things. But other than that, it was just to use the Book of Shadows if there was a demon; usually one that would be easy to vanquish.

The two made their way up to the attic, hoping that there was no-one actually up there. Melinda sighed with relief when she found it empty, but that led to the question of where everyone was.

"Chris did text to say to come here, right?" Mel now asked, pulling out her phone for her text messages. She went through to the one that Chris had previously sent her.

"Yeah," Dean shook his head and made his way down to the first floor of the house. He decided to speak loudly so others would hear that they were here if they were hiding in one of the rooms, "That's what you said, anyway."

"Yeah, he said to meet here. I expected him to actually be here," Melinda sighed and decided to knock on her brother's bedroom door. She had learned the hard way not to just walk in. It may have been 10 years ago, but she was still scarred from seeing her brother's naked butt in the air. When nobody answered, she decided to brave opening the door but covered her eyes, "Hey, is anyone in here?"

Dean chuckled as he watched his girlfriend cautiously open the bedroom door. He could see that the lights were out, so either someone was up to something or there was no-one in there. He peeked around the door just before Mel uncovered her eyes.

"There's no-one in there, Mel." He said and then started walking down to the ground floor just as he heard the front door closing.

"Mel? Are you here yet?" Chris' voice called out from downstairs. Dean and Melinda made their way down to find out why he wasn't there when they'd first arrived.

"Hey, I was getting worried..." Melinda trailed off as Chris headed straight to the drinks cabinet and poured himself a bourbon.

"I'm sorry," Chris sighed, rubbing his tired eyes, "I didn't get straight out of the restaurant."

Dean watched wearily. He'd seen Chris drink plenty of beer, but never touch the harder stuff. In fact, he'd never really seen anyone except Melinda drink it out of the Halliwells, except for Wyatt when he was celebrating the birth of his daughter.

"What's happened, Chris?" Melinda had a hint of worry in her voice. Dean was more on edge hearing that. Melinda didn't get worried about anything, so seeing her brother drinking the bourbon was setting off alarm bells.

"I don't know," Chris sighed, "I had to talk to someone, Mel, and you seemed like the best of a bad bunch."

"Oh thanks!" Mel scoffed as she grabbed the glass of bourbon from her brother and downed it in one, "You don't drink this stuff. You're a horrible bourbon drunk, so sit down and talk."

"I didn't mean it that way, Mel," Chris sighed and refused to do as he was told. Instead, he paced the living room floor, as if trying to keep himself busy, "It's just we don't really talk. At least not anymore. Wyatt is the one that I talk to but...I just can't talk to him about this. I don't think he'd understand."

"Okay," Melinda slowly nodded her head, "What am I going to understand?"

"Do you guys want me to..." Dean was about to offer to leave them to talk but Chris shook his head.

"I think you might understand, too," Chris replied and then took a deep breath, "I don't think I can go through with this wedding."

"What!" Dean and Melinda both said at the same time, matching shocked voices.


So, I'd love to hear what you think of this first chapter. I thrive on reviews!