One of my two favorite shows? Why not make a fanfiction! :P
The Charmed part is AFTER the seasons ended, and the Supernatural part will take place season 5.
Hope you guys enjoy it! Reviews would be great so I know if I should continue this or not!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own anything that you'd see one the shows. I DO own

"Peyton Marie Halliwell!" I knew my mother, Phoebe Halliwell, wasn't going to wait any longer for me to get up, but five more minutes was always the answer. School was such a joke in San Francisco, especially when you were a senior. The school year was almost to an end, but with a few months left, my mother was determined to make me attend every class to make up for all the absences I've had. Our lives were so hectic; with all the demon attacks and weird creatures coming around the house, the Halliwell houses were always a target for destruction.

"Five more minutes mother!" was my response as I turned my head away from my window. It seemed the sun decided to shine with the highest intensity that it could ever possibly produce whenever Phoebe would attempt to wake me up. My answer wasn't a very good one, though, since the sound of a lightweight body moving up a set of stairs was audible from my room. "Damn," I thought as I forced myself off the bed and into my private bathroom. I knew as soon as she would open the door and see no one there; she wouldn't bother with me again for another hour. And as I heard my bedroom door close up again, a smile formed across my thin lips as I felt very accomplished; no arguments this morning.

The image in the mirror always startled me when first waking up; my black hair was always a rooster's nest, and no make-up always proved how pale I really was. Sometimes I wondered if it was a cruel joke to whatever God was out there that he would have my mother bear me when my aunt, Paige Matthews, was just as pale as I was. They, meaning the family, would always joke around saying my cousin Prudence and I were switched at birth. But after eighteen years, the family no longer believed that ridiculous lie when they'd hear my mother's airborne attitude.

My morning routine was always very consistent; pee, brush teeth, take a hot shower, magically blow dry hair. The whole magic thing is something I needed to keep from my mother since she's so bent about us not having a normal life in the first place. Battling demons and saving the world from evil isn't something an eighteen year old should be doing – it's a life a least. But if any sign of unneeded magic was present, my mother would freak.

"Peyton!" At first I thought my mother was calling for me once again, this time to eat breakfast, but after I realized that the voice was in a bass tone, Philip was the culprit. "Peyton, mom wants you to actually join us for breakfast this morning, so you have ten minutes to get ready."

"Alright," I groaned. Breakfast was never an option for me since I always woke up extremely late, but if Mother Phoebe wanted everyone to sit at the table; everyone was to sit at the table. After walking back into my room, I raced to the closet and rampaged through the dozens of cloth hanging from hangers. I'm not really one to care about what to wear, so I just grabbed a pair of ripped jeans and my formfitting Metallica band t-shirt. And after saying a few rhyming words to dry my hair, I was off with my school bag down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Good morning Sleeping Beauty," my father greeted me as I gave him a light kiss on the cheek. He always called me pet names, knowing that I always felt better afterward. It was a strange thing to have Cupid as a father, but at the same time, whenever I was feeling down, I just had to enter the room he was in and I would feel so much better.

"Good morning dad," I chirped happily, sitting down in my usual spot. Next thing I knew, my plate filled with chocolate chip pancakes, and my glass was full of orange juice. Eyeing my mother, I raised a brow at her own magic. "I thought you frowned upon the use of magic for personal gain?" I asked suspiciously, wondering why the sudden change.

"Yeah well, I feel lazy today." She was lying. Looking down to my food, I saw two words, thirteen letters, one meaning: Happy Birthday. Rolling my eyes, I pushed the late away from me and got to my feet.

"I told you I don't want to make a big deal about my birthday; it's just eighteen." I grabbed my bag and started for the door. But before I could reach the door, my father grabbed my arm, instantly making me feel calm.

"Now Peyton, your mother went through a lot to make these pancakes; and to get you up at a decent time." He did make a point. "All we ask is that you have a nice birthday breakfast with your family." I tried desperately not to look him in the eyes, but even with one glance, my mind was changed.

"Alright," I said, against my will. Sitting back down, I grabbed the fork, cut a small piece, and ate it. "There, happy now?" This time, I quickly got up and ran for the door. Magically shutting it behind me, I raced to my '78 black convertible Comet and jumped in, literally. Since I was headed to school at a normal time, I turned up my stereo and drove around the lovely city for a little bit. The buildings and the architecture always perked my interests; all the hard work and thought process to think and build each and every building of them must have taken forever. Because my mind was preoccupied with thoughts, I completely missed my turn to head for my school – I was going to be late.

When I did reach the school building, there were still a few students entering. Letting out a small sigh, I was happy I wasn't the only one going in late; my mother was going to kill me when she found out. As soon as I entered the school, I spotted my best friend giving me a smile. Walking just a few extra feet to avoid him, I couldn't dodge the principle. Running right into him, I gave him a small innocent smile and tip toed away. Rounding the corner, there was Shawn, ready to pounce. "Happy birthday!" he yelled, throwing his arms around my waist, lifting me up off the ground. Spinning me around, I wanted to puke.

"Shawn, please put me down," I said in between breaths. "I'm about to vomit on you." Quickly dropping me to the ground, I hit the floor pretty hard. Putting a hand on my ass, I groaned. "You sure do know how to make a birthday special, Shawn." Shawn held out his hand as I reached for him. Getting to my feet, I sighed.

"Not ready to face the entire student body on your birthday?" he asked, knowing I hated these days. Putting an arm around my shoulders, I cringed from the pain.

"No, and I'm not too happy with you either kiddo, so take your paws off me." Shrugging his arm away, I walked into my Biology class. 'Today is going to suck.'

The rest of the school day wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. But because being normal was just way out of the question, instead of skipping out on soccer practice like I normally did, for once I showed up. This act surprised the coach half way to China when he saw me in my uniform, ready to play. "Halliwell, glad to see you finally showing up for practice." Rolling my eyes, I walked over to Chris, Piper's son, with a smirk. I knew the rest of the team hated the fact I was there, mostly because I could kick all their asses at the game, but also because they'd all have to pay Chris ten bucks each.

"Thanks cousin," he whispered.

"Anytime bro." I looked to the team and gave a sarcastic smile. The coach simply shook his head as I looked back to the front, my smile still lingering.

"One mile!" And we were off. Most of the practice was like this: running, drills, running, game, drills, running, stretches. For half of the practice I wondered why I hated practices so much, but when the game came, that's when I remembered; the team loves to tackle. "This isn't football; keep your hands off her." As much as the coach hated when I came, he still worried the guys will hurt me. What he doesn't understand is every single one of them will be getting payback for each tackle.

When we were done, Chris lightly patted my back as I stretched my legs out. "Good job, cuz." Smiling back, I finished up and grabbed my jacket and book.

"Next time you want to get paid, don't pimp me out like that," I replied, my tone going straight to bitch mode. For a second I could have sworn I saw fear in his eyes, but he blinked it away. After giving me a hug and apologizing, he left in his blazer. It was times like these I wished I wouldn't have pissed off my mother since she likes to surprise me and take my car from the school parking lot – making me walk home; I was so sore from practice. But as the sun set and night time came around, I thanked myself for it. As much as others say San Francisco is a scary place at night, it's when I felt safest. Then again, I am a powerful witch who has the blood of the Charmed Ones, so nothing really scared me enough to stop me. And as I finally reached my last obstacle to get to my street, Downtown Memorial Park, I already had a few rhymes in my head just in case. It was very rare to not come across a creature in the park after sunset, so when one popped out from behind the bushes, I wasn't really surprised. What did surprise me was the fact that it ran right by me without trying to kill me. "Peculiar." Not being able to pass up a chance to vanquish another demon, I chased after it. Since I wasn't able to see it fully, I kept my gaze to the shadow and kept up with it. But after a few seconds of turns, I lost it. "Shit!" I wasn't about to give up; I needed it. Whenever I killed a demon or any other kind of supernatural creature, it gives me such a rush that I can't find anywhere else.

"Sam!" Raising a brow, I looked to where the voice came from. Thoughts raced through my mind. I ran toward it and my adrenaline started pumping. What struck me as odd were the gun shot noises coming from the same area. Finally, as I reached a clearing, I was able to witness two men trying to kill the demon.

"What are they doing?" Never in my lifetime have I witnessed guns as the weapon to kill a demon, and seeing it now only made me want to laugh. But instead, as I saw the glistening teeth of the creature, I walked out from the bushes. "Hey! Scary monster!" The demon looked my way and growled. Flicking my fingers, my full intention was to blow up the son-of-a-bitch, but only a piece of him exploded. My eyes widened as it yelled in pain and charged for me. "Sewer of discord your works must cease, I vanquish thee now with these words of peace." And with those words, they did exactly what my power was supposed to do. "Now that's more like it," I said to myself, wiping my hands together as if they were dirty.

"Who the hell are you?" I had almost forgotten about the two men who were also battling the demon, and mentally kicked myself. Did I just reveal my powers to humans?

"A thank you would be nice," I replied, a little more sarcastically than I wanted. Giving their own sarcastic smiles, they walked toward me. And when they were close enough, the sandy blonde haired one nodded.

"Thank you, but we could have taken him. Now who the hell are you?" Slightly taken back, I stared at him to get a read. He felt pretty upset by the fact that I intervened, and his pride was hurt, but the other one was very curious.

"Of course you could've, with your shiny toy guns and all." This only pissed him off even more which, in turn, made me smile.

"Look, child, leave this stuff to the big boys, got it?" Raising a brow, I looked to the other male and tilted my head.

"What? Can't talk?" I folded my arms across my chest as I waited for an answer.

"I'm just trying to figure out which sister is your mother." Both the feisty one and I stared at the longer haired one in shock.

"What did you just say?" I slightly backed away in case he was a demon looking for a Charmed one.

"It had to be Paige; you're as pale as her."

"Now it's my turn to ask who you are."

"I'm Sam, this is my brother Dean." I looked to Dean who was still staring at his brother. "We're demon hunters, and you are?"

"Highly confused and shocked," I answered, looking back to Sam. "How do you know about my family?"

"Books and research." Eyeing him carefully, I still wasn't fully convinced.

"Now that we all know my brother here is a first-class geek, care to share a little more information?" Now Dean was taking control again; older brother I assume.

"The name's Peyton," I answered, still feeling a bit uncomfortable.

"Last name is Halliwell, right?" Sam asked, feeling highly ingenious.

"Dude, could you get anymore weird." I looked to Dean as he met my gaze and I couldn't help but laugh; we said it at the same time.

"Look, what were your names again?"

"I'm Dean and the weird one is Sam. We're the Winchesters." Nodding, I quickly looked around.

"And who's that?" I asked pointing to a man wearing a trench coat. The two looked over as well.

"Cass?" Dean questioned, feeling relatively surprised.

"Cass? As in Castiel?" I looked to Castiel and raised a brow.

"Good to see you again Peyton." Now the brothers' stares were to me again.

"You know him?"

"Yeah, but the last time I saw him, he was wearing a different meat suit."

"Listen, we've got no time to waste. The Winchesters will be working with Peyton on the next case."

"Why am I getting involved and not the real Charmed Ones?" I asked, trying to get a read on Castiel, but because he was an angel, I couldn't.

"Because they are not the ones the demons are after, you are." His words hit me like an anvil falling on my head. Things were no longer joking around and sarcasm; shit just got real.