Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed or Supernatural.
Here's the prequel to my Familiar Series. I feel that the album Night Visions by Imagine Dragons was somehow made to help me write this mini-series within my series. I know that people really want me to have a Familiar story for Michael, Sam, Gabriel, Balthazar, and John and those will come but lately I've been thinking about the back story for it and the events leading up to Chis' Grand Entrance in the Past. This will be roughly for or five chapters long and are meant to be brief glimpses into the events as they unfold.
Also do not accuse me of incest in this chapter the whole kiss thing is something that happened between me and my Father and I made it stop by the time I was twelve. I thought that it would be something to include because kisses were a show of affection between me and my Family (my Mom and Dad both kiss or hug me goodbye when I visit them). I have talked to others and in their Family they have similar stories.
I'm waking up to ash and dust…
This is it: the Apocalypse…
Welcome to the New Age, welcome to the New Age…
~ Imagine Dragons, Radioactive
Chris Halliwell was grieving too much to notice the little changes in her Brother, at first. He handled everything to do with the Funerals and burial of their Aunts and Mother. He kept her together when all she wanted to do was fall apart. Castiel and Ezekiel stopped by to pay their condolences with the Winchesters but were unable to stay long. Castiel popped in constantly though, he was always checking up on her and she was grateful of that. Wyatt didn't like it very much but it helped to reassure Chris that she wasn't completely alone. Wyatt was slowly pulling her away from everyone else, friends and even Family were hard to come by and often Chris was alone with Wyatt. Their Grandfather Victor came and stayed in the Manor with them since Leo was nowhere to be found. Her Father's absence only served to make her more bitter toward the man. His Children were without a Mother and he still couldn't be bothered to raise them. Chris knew that it was probably unfair, the man had lost the love of his life, but she didn't care. He had been removed from her life almost since she was born and only ever came to see Wyatt. He stopped by for Piper's Birthday but it was never for long periods of time. If it was Wyatt's Birthday though the World never seemed to need saving or any sort of help at all. Sometimes Chris had wondered if it was because she was a girl or because she looked so much like her Mother.
"Chris? Where are you going?" Wyatt asked with a small frown.
"I'm going to see Castiel. My Wings have been molting recently and I want to know if it's from my emotions or if I should be worried about something else." She said simply. The only Halliwell Male scowled at this, he never seemed to like it when she wanted to leave without him. "Really Wy I'll be okay for a little while on my own. Besides some breathing room would be nice. I appreciate everything, you know I do Wyatt but we really need to get out of each other's space for a little bit before we drive each other crazy." He nodded slowly.
"I guess you're right. I've got some stuff I need to do anyway. I'll see you later." He said and gave her a quick kiss before vanishing. Chris had a slightly uneasy feeling but brushed it off. Wyatt wasn't acting any differently than usual but she hadn't been able to reach every part of his mind like she always could before. A throat cleared behind her and she turned to look at Victor. She smiled at him.
"Hi Grandpa, what's up?"
"Did Wyatt just kiss you?" He asked looking worried. Chris frowned and nodded. "Why?"
"Because we always kiss before leaving or going to bed."
"Uh sweetheart didn't your Mom tell you that only little kids do that?" He asked looking nervous and uncomfortable.
"No. She gave us kisses all the time so naturally we gave each other kisses too." She bit her lip. "It's just how we show affection, no one's ever said it was wrong. Why is it wrong? It's not like I'm in love with my Brother or anything I mean he's Wyatt! My Big Brother that's just gross." She stuck out her tongue and ignored the tiny part of her that said it wouldn't be so bad if they were a 'Forever After' like all the fake Magic Stories.
"Well honey I don't think you should anymore. You're a teenager now and it's just not appropriate. Okay?" He asked her earnestly. She nodded slowly.
"Is kissing on the cheek okay?"
"Yeah just not on the mouth." He nodded quickly and she smiled softly at him and gave him a quick kiss before vanishing in a clap of wings.
Chris decided to get a second opinion and went to Sam Winchester. He was easier to approach about these things. After she talked with, Castiel who had informed her she was Molting because she was no longer a Fledgling, at which he looked very sad and proud it was a strange combination but one she had seen in her Mother's eyes many times and it hurt to look, she went off to find Sam fast after a few hugs and smiles.
"Sam?" She looked at him as he was reading some text. He looked up and blinked from behind his reading glasses.
"What's up Chris?"
"When you and Dean were younger did you ever kiss?" She asked, straight to the point. "Wyatt and I do it all the time when we leave or go to bed but my Grandfather said it wasn't okay anymore now that I'm a teenager." Sam paused and set aside his work to focus his attention on her. Chris noticed the little dark voice rise up inside Sam and quickly pushed those Feelings down, she didn't want them to stir up her own. Sometimes being Soulmates with your Brother really sucked.
"We stopped giving each other kisses goodbye when I turned eight and found out about Hunting." Sam said slowly. "Dad put his foot down on it saying that I was going to have to grow up and be a man now that I knew. Dean wasn't really thrilled with that so we kept kissing goodnight until I was sixteen. Dad was home from a Hunt and wasn't nearly as drunk as we thought. He raised holy hell about it until Dean said that Dad didn't know shit about us. He got really quiet for a long time and then sent Dean out on a Hunt before going out on his own. He made sure that Dean and I didn't see each other for a week." Chris didn't think she'd survive if that ever happened. Sam chuckled without any real humor. "Two years later I was on my way to Stanford and there was no way to stop me."
"Do you think if you and Dean had continued kissing you wouldn't have gone?" She asked softly and Sam shrugged.
"Honestly? I think I would have fought harder to get him to come with me but by then I wanted out and I was getting out no matter what." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm not gonna tell you that you shouldn't do it anymore but looking back on it now? Yeah it was probably really weird for a twenty year old to kiss a sixteen year old, especially when it's his little brother." Sam grimaced knowing that Dean's strict 'No Chick-Flick' rules started after he had returned from that week alone.
"Thanks Sam." She smiled and kissed his cheek.
"No problem. So what's up with Cas? I saw him earlier and not even the promise of Dean's Hamburgers could cheer him up."
"I'm Molting." Chris said and reached behind her to scratch at one of her wings, coming away with a fist full of feathers. She knew Sam could see her Wings, all his time in the Cage how could he not, so he wasn't really shocked when she dropped the small pile onto the table. Her feathers were weaker than a True Angel's but they were able to be used in different rituals for different reasons making them more versatile. "Castiel said that it was because I am becoming a Cherub and exiting out of my Fledglinghood." Sam looked happy but sad. "Please stop." She said before she could stop herself. He blinked confused and she felt her heart unclench slightly.
"What?" He asked and she looked away. "Chris come on, you know I'm your friend." He said softly and she sighed.
"You remind me of my Mom when you look like that. She always got this Happy/Sad look in her eyes when she realized she'd missed one of Our Milestones." Piper had missed a lot but the really important ones were hers alone as Leo never saw them for either Child. Chris took vindictive glee in the fact that Wyatt had been neglected a little bit by their Father. She would have been jealous eight years ago but now she couldn't care less about Leo or his favourtism.
"I'm sorry." Sam said softly. It wasn't hollow like it usually was when he had to give condolences, not that Sam ever gave hollow condolences even when he was without a Soul (but that was because he didn't give condolences). But Sam understood the loss of your personal Hero.
"Yeah me too. Sometimes I wish… Some days I wish Wyatt hadn't gotten there on time." It had been three months since her Mother's death and she was still trying to come to grips with it. She needed to talk but Wyatt didn't want to talk, she could tell because he was protecting it. Loudly. It was sort of like Dean but a lot stronger.
"What are you two girls up to?"
"Chris is Molting." Sam said and pointed to the feathers on the table. "So we'll have a full supply on hand if we need any Angel Feathers." Dean blinked and pointed his spatula at her.
"You better not shed on the carpet or chairs." He was fighting a smile. Chris felt a small smirk light her face and Sam watched her wings spread out before a shudder ripped through them sending soft downy feathers everywhere. Dean did not look amused and Sam tried to fight off laughter. "And just for that I'm not going to let you help me make dessert."
"Dean you suck at desserts." She said offhandedly and he looked at her with mock scandalization on his face.
"You take that back!" He chased her around the room with Sam's booming laughter following them throughout the Bunker.
Chris had returned to the Manor for dinner, really wanting to stay because Dean was a great cook and he caught on fast to all the little trick and other things that Chris and Piper taught him over the years. Wyatt was in his room brooding about something so she let him be and started making soup from scratch. Victor had grinned and offered to help her. She had him cut and chop the meat since that was the only thing she didn't care about being precise. Once it was all thrown together and simmering she went up to Wyatt's room. He was looking at the Book.
"What's up?" Chris had been banned from the Attic since she only got depressed and angry when she couldn't Summon her Mother. "It's too soon for both of us." She sat beside him and he leaned on her slightly.
"I was looking at her contributions to the Book." He said softly. "All the Potions she made up."
"Anything specific you were looking for?" She asked.
"No." It was a lie. Chris felt a slight bolt of pain and panic stab into her but Wyatt sensed it and smoothed down all the edges. "Don't worry Chris I promise that it's just some personal research." He said and she nodded slowly. He closed the book and turned to face her, maintaining their close contact. "What's wrong, something's bothering you?"
"I don't think we should kiss, kiss anymore." She said softly. "We're too old for it." He looked taken aback by the declaration but she held firm. "We aren't little kids anymore Wyatt and somethings aren't appropriate for siblings to do when they're not little kids." He scowled.
"Did Victor say something to you?"
"Don't turn this on him Wyatt. We can't stay innocent little kids forever and we both know it. We… We have to grow up." He could feel the pain that this was causing her and she could feel the confusion and anger it was causing him. He nodded slowly.
"I guess you're right." He said and she touched his shoulder. He leaned his forehead against hers. "I have to grow up." She wanted to correct him but that feeling of unease came back to her and she kept her mouth shut.
Wyatt took over the City a month later, the World followed not six months after.
