Chapter One

"Wakey wakey sleeping beauty. Rise and shine!"
Dean groaned and rolled over, burying his head further under the covers as Sam's voice pierced the bliss of a dreamless sleep. He groaned again as he was shaken hard by his brothers hand on his shoulder. He flipped over and glared up into his bluey/green eyes.
"Is it too much to ask to be able to wake up in peace?" He asked, getting more annoyed at the grin his brother shot at him.
"Yup!" Sam replied. "I just got a call from Bobby, he wants us to head down there. He says he may have a lead on something that can get me out of this deal."
Dean inhaled sharply at the mention of hiss deal with the devil… literally. A few months ago, the Winchester brothers had been involved in the battle with the Yellow Eyed demon (they didn't know his real name) and Sam had been killed in the crossfire. And like father, like son Dean had made a deal with the crossroads demon. In exchange for bringing Sam back from the dead, Dean would give up his soul. Exactly one year after the deal was made, Dean would die and his soul would go to hell leaving Sam all alone. At first Dean had been willing to accept, or at least seemed like he was. But Sam didn't know the thought of hell scared the crap out of him, especially seeing as most of hells occupants had been put there by the Winchesters. So now they were trying to find a way, any way to break the deal. But it had mostly been a bunch of dead ends and no hopes so Dean could understand why Sam was so eager to get to Bobby's.
Grumbling to himself, Dean threw off the covers and hauled himself out of bed wincing slightly as the bright sunlight seemed to sear through his eyes into his brain.
"That's the last time I'm hitting a crow bar with my head to help kill a demon!"
Sam's chuckle followed him as he walked carefully into the bathroom of their hotel room.

The black Chevy Impala pulled into the auto salvage yard, dust clouding up around the wheels. Rock music blasted out of the open windows, the volume changing every few minutes as Sam tried to save his hearing and Dean seemed determined to deafen everyone within a two mile radius!
They drove round to the house at the back of the yard, unsurprised to see Bobby already leaning against the porch, arms crossed as if he'd been waiting a while. Dean slowed the car to a stop and got out, running a hand over his beloved Impala after he'd shut and locked it. He started walking towards the house as Bobby stepped away from the wall.
Bobby Singer had been friends with his dad almost from the beginning. Dean could always remember the times when they'd gone to him for help with the latest hunt or just for some reminder that life wasn't always cheap motel rooms and things that go bump in the night. Dean couldn't help but smile as he thought about how ordinary Bobby seemed. Your middle aged average Joe, running a auto salvage yard and never seen without a truckers hat on his head. But that was just the day job. Bobby was a hunter. Though he tended to stay within the reaches of home, he was a fountain of knowledge on demons and all things evil. Mountains of books littered every room in his house, nearly every weapon for every method of killing the bad guys could be found in various safe places.
Dean looked up at Bobby and grinned as he shot them a glare.
"You took your damn time." And he turned on his heel and stalked inside. Dean grinned at his little brother as he'd seen the flash of a smile in Bobby's eyes. He followed him inside with Sam bringing up the rear.

"Okay so what's this about?" Dean asked as he put his feet up on the coffee table. He struggled to pull a book wedged underneath him. Raising an eyebrow at Bobby, who was leaning on a desk opposite him. Sam was sitting next to him, waiting patiently. But Bobby didn't reply just tossed a newspaper at him. Dean narrowed his eyes and recovered the paper, scanning his eyes over the front page before handing it to Sam, who asked.
"The Bay Mirror? That's San Francisco right?" Bobby nodded and replied.
"Turn to page 4."
Dean saw the same confused look on Sam's face that he was sure was on his but Sam just shrugged and opened the paper. Dean leaned over and read the headline.
"Earthquake hits San Fran." He looked up at Bobby sceptically. "An earthquake.... in San Fransisco.... That's supposed to help me break my deal?"
Bobby just smirked.
"The earthquake, no. But what caused it… if we can help her in time, you might just have a shot." Dean just looked at him as if he was about to be carted off by the men in white coats, waiting for an explanation. Bobby chuckled and put his hands down on the desk.
"Have you boys ever heard of the Charmed Ones?"