Bleeding Rose

By: RavenHeart101

Disclaimer: Hahahaha. You are funny… thinking I actually own this…

Summery: Newest place for Sam and Dean is San Francisco, California. But, they aren't the only ones there. Darryl called in Chris and Wyatt for a strange case. What will these four do when their paths cross? And what is this about an assassin witch after both Sam and Wyatt?

Warnings: Slash (don't like it, don't read it), language, sexual situations, alternate universe, disregard to some things probably seeing as to how I've only seen up to the middle of season 3 of Supernatural.

Prologue

John Winchester was not a fan of witches. He never was. But these ones… they claimed to be good. But how was that possible? Was it possible for there to be good witches? He doubted it greatly. He shook his head in denial and snapped his gun into place. He glanced one more time at the hotel room where his children were staying before slamming the car door and speeding off.

Hannah Grover was tired. She had never been so tired in her life. She shook her head lightly before unlocking her apartment door. She closed it behind herself and locked it with a careless twist of the lock. She threw the keys onto the small table and dropped onto the couch with a sigh. She had done so much work tonight. All she wanted to do was sleep. "Hannah…" She flew up out of her seat as the knife went through her body. The demon smiled at her cruelly. "You should know better than to not check on your kill before you leave." The last thing she saw was the eyes of her husband flashing black before eternal sleep conquered her.

Chapter 1

Darryl Morris knew he would be the joke of the precinct but he had to call the Halliwells. What he did not like was that Piper sent her sons. They were good but young. He shook his head at the retreating forms of the young men. He glared at his co-worker. "Psychics? Come on, Captain." He ignored the young man. He would understand soon enough.

Wyatt Halliwell opened the apartment door slowly and swallowed at the sight of the woman dead on the couch. "Oh come on, Wy." His younger brother said with a smirk in his direction. "You're going to be a doctor and you can't even stomach the sight of a dead woman. Good luck with that." He grumbled something about annoying little brothers before walking into the middle of the room.

"So why'd Darryl call us again?" He asked the brunette as his blue eyes swept over the room. He saw Chris shrug out of the corner of his eye.

"Something tipped him off that she might be a witch. He thought it was our kind of job." He replied while snapping on some sanitary gloves and shifting through a draw. "I don't seem why… nothing's tipping me off." Wyatt nodded at him. A glittering spot cut through his vision. He turned toward it. "Stop!" Chris yelled at him. Wyatt jumped but he stopped.

"What?" He asked annoyance thick in his voice. Chris jerked his head up. A five-pointed star with a circle surrounding it was drawn on the roof. Wyatt glanced at him with a raised eyebrow. "A pentagram?" He shook his head before taking another step towards the discarded crystal on the ground.

"Will you stop." Chris' voice was the one that held annoyance this time. His green eyes flashed at his older brother. "That's no normal pentagram."

Wyatt rolled his eyes at his brother. "Then what is it?"

"A devil's trap."

"A what?"

Chris smirked at him. "A devil's trap. It is as strong, if not stronger, than a crystal circle. It's a hunter's tool." Wyatt glanced once more up at the symbol before swallowing.

"What happens if I step into it?"

"You're trapped. Magic does not work in there. You're virtually powerless."

"Virtually?" He asked with worry in his voice.

"Well yeah… you're the twice blessed…" Chris trailed off and turned back to his draw. "Be careful will you." Wyatt spared his brother one more look, this one full of concern, before finding a different way into the bedrooms.

"She sure was cautious." He observed glancing at the walls and floor.

Chris snorted. "She was smart."

"We're from the FBI." Dean flashed his homemade badge at the officers around him. "Who's in charge here?" The officer sent them a weary look before jerking his hand in the direction of an African-American detective. Sam thanked the man as Dean made his way towards the old detective. He raised an eyebrow at the brothers.

"Agent Frawns and this is Agent Coswell." Sam introduced the two of them. "We're from the FBI."

"Darryl Morris." The detective introduced. "What does the FBI want with this case?"

Dean smiled at the man. "Well you know. Mysterious murder and all."

The detective did not smile back. "Mysterious? The husband was the one who did it. It's a slam dunk, Agents." Dean glanced at his taller brother.

"Is that why you have psychics in there, Inspector?" A younger detective asked coyly. The brothers were startled, psychics? Why would this man bring in physics if it was a slam dunk?

"Shut your mouth, Garret." Darryl Morris snapped at the younger man. He looked at the older detective with a shocked look on his face. He was usually a nice person.

"Well we just need to take a look inside, Inspector Morris." Sam said courteously. He smiled at the man as he nodded his consent before ushering himself and his brother into the crime scene. Darryl Morris glared at the Winchester brother's backs. Something was not right about them. He instructed one of the younger detectives to call into the precinct about an Agent Frawns and Coswell.

Dean Winchester smirked at his brother. "Something's up with that guy." They stopped short at the sight of one other person in the room. He shared a look with his taller sibling. "You one of those psychics?"

The figure spun towards them. Fast… almost too fast. The brothers had their guns out in less than a second. The figure was a young man; he looked around Sam's age. He had short brown hair and stunning green eyes. He had a tiny scar above his right eyebrow. He raised an apprehensive eyebrow at the two of them. "And you'd be…?"

"FBI." Dean spit out not sure about trusting the young man.

He smiled at them, his green eyes sparkling. "Course you are." He glanced at the guns once more, making a silent observation. "And yeah… I'm one of those "psychics."" He raised an eyebrow at them, watching as they lowered their weapons. "You shouldn't be so quick to draw."

Sam turned away from the young man. "Why are there psychics on this case anyway? I heard it was a slam dunk."

"We're just checking." He glanced at the door leading into the bedroom and narrowed his eyes. He could have sworn it was open a few seconds ago. "I don't remember getting your names."

"Well I don't remember getting yours." Dean snapped back. The young man raised an eyebrow.

"Touché."

"Chris!" A voice yelled out, breaking up their conversation. A blonde man exited the bedroom. He stopped short when he saw the brothers. "Friend or foe?" He asked with an edge to his voice.

"FBI." The brunette answered. "Excuse me, Agents. We were just leaving." With that said, he sidestepped them and joined the blonde across the room. "Weren't we, Wyatt?" The blonde nodded slowly. Sam shared a look with Dean once they left.

"That was weird." Dean observed. Sam nodded shortly at his older sibling. "What was her name again?"

"Hannah Grover. She was a friend of Bobby's."

"What makes him think this was demonic? It looks like the husband's doing."

Sam shook his head. "No… the husband's statement tipped him off. He said that he blacked-out. He didn't remember a thing after hearing Hannah come home." He opened up the same draw that the psychic had been seen rummaging through. He could not shake the feeling that something was off with them.

"Sammy." Dean hesitantly called out from the bedroom. Sam straightened up and made his way towards his brother's location. "Sulfur."

"There was something on the window sill." He showed Chris the sample he had taken. Chris examined it with a confused expression.

"Looks like some kind of chemical." He observed. Wyatt nodded before tucking it back into his pocket. They crossed the street to the park. Chris dropped down on a bench. "I found something." Wyatt glanced up at him through blonde lashes.

"Well…?" He prompted once Chris did not elaborate.

"Well I'm not sure if it's important or anything." He shrugged.

Wyatt sat back in the bench. "Chris…" His voice held a warning.

"Alright." He sighed. "It was a necklace." Wyatt nodded. "It was just…" He shook his head and pulled it out of his pocket. It was covered in blood.

"Chris!" Wyatt said in alarm. "You can't take stuff like that from a crime scene! Darryl'll have our heads! Damn it, Mom will have our heads!"

"But it wasn't anywhere near the body, Wyatt!" Chris insisted.

"That doesn't matter!"

"Will you just listen to me?!" Chris hissed. Wyatt was taken aback. "This was in the draw I was looking through. And it's not even just blood on the necklace, Wy. It's coming out of the necklace." Wyatt narrowed his eyes in confusion.

"Out?" He asked.

"Yes. It's coming out of the rose. It-it's like it's bleeding or something." Wyatt nodded slowly. "I'm not stupid enough to take something from a crime scene, Wyatt."

The older Halliwell shook his head. "What about those Agents?"

Chris glanced up at him. "What about them?"

"Did they seem like real Agents to you?"

"I don't know. FBI's mom's thing." He shrugged off his jacket and threw it over his arm. Wyatt chuckled.

"True."

Chris clutched the necklace tighter in his fist. "Speaking of mom… we should get back." He stood up from the bench.

Wyatt narrowed his eyes at his younger brother before nodding curtly and following his retreating figure.

"Turns out you're right, Inspector." Mitchell Davis said slowly. "They aren't FBI." Darryl Morris nodded once before entering the crime scene.

"Shit." He breathed. They were gone. He dropped his gun down to his side. This case just got weirder.

A: N- Heh… how'd you like it? I'm not sure if I like it… and it's really short. The plot bunny attacked. And I shouldn't really be starting a new story until I'm done with The Sinner and The Saint but here I am… starting a new story. Oh, and yes… this is going to be slash. I'm thinking maybe Dean and Chris… but I don't know… Anyway… tell me what you think okay?