Author's Notes: The pairings are Sam/Dean, John/Patty (mother of the Charmed Ones), Piper/Leo, and I have not yet decided who I'll pair Phoebe, Prue, and Paige up with yet.

As you see above I have paired Sam and Dean together this, of course, means WINCEST. DO NOT review saying the pairing is sick and wrong. I'll either ignore you and/or throw giant cyber boulders at you.

2. Pain

(8:54 AM, Glenbrook Hospital)

Dean watched as John paced back and forth restlessly the steady click of John's shoes slowly and painfully driving him insane. A few minutes passed and all that was heard was the announcements over the PA and the sound of John's shoes and finally Dean snapped.

"For God's sake Dad, stop pacing. Sam's gonna be okay. You know how stubborn he is, he's not gonna give up without a fight."

John sighed and sat next to Dean.

"I know that Dean, it's just that if we can't break this curse or find a way to help Sam, I don't want him to die thinking that I hated him. Half the time we were travelling we were going at it. I never sat down and really talked to him."

Dean massaged his temples. He could feel a migraine coming on; the stress of dealing with Sam left him drained and in no mood to comfort his father. Dean opened his mouth, ready to say a few words of comfort when John slapped himself on the forehead and without an explanation sprang up and raced down the hallway. Dean sighed and slid down in his seat, it was going to be a long day.

(9:02 AM, in the same hospital, but in a different hallway)

John tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for the woman in front of him to get off the phone. She had been there since John had gotten there and she kept putting more money in when her time was up. He resisted the urge to shoot her as she continued her mindless chatter.

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore he tapped the woman on the shoulder and she turned to look at him.

"What the hell do you want?" she snapped obviously annoyed that John had interrupted her conversation.

"I was wondering if I could use the phone" John said, trying the polite approach.

"Isn't it obvious that I'm already using it, asshole?" She turned back around. John's eye twitched and he grabbed the phone from her and slammed it down on the receiver.

"Listen, my son is in a coma and nearly dead, I've just found someone who could help him and I need to call her. You get in my way and I'll rip your spine out through your ass and play jump rope with it. Understand me?" John growled. The woman squeaked and ran down the hallway.

John smirked and put a quarter in. He dialed the number from memory and waited as the phone rang.

"Halliwell residence who's calling please?"

"My name is John Winchester and I'm calling for Phoebe Halliwell"

On the other line Prue's eyes narrowed and she hoped to God that it wasn't another one of Phoebe's boyfriends from New York.

"What do you want her for?" She asked suspiciously.

"I need her help."

"For what?"

"A problem"

Prue was getting annoyed. It was probably one of Phoebe's boyfriends.

"Listen, Phoebe isn't interested, so don't call here again." Prue slammed the phone down just as Phoebe came down the stairs.

"I'm not interested in who?"

"Another one of your boyfriends called here looking for you." Prue glared at her. Phoebe sighed.

"What was his name?" She asked

"John Winchester."

Phoebe's eyes widened and her jaw dropped.

"Why the hell did you hang up on him? He wasn't one of my boyfriends Prue! He was a Hunter!" Phoebe exclaimed. She shoved Prue away from the phone and looked for the number in the memory.

"Great, the number's unavailable; he was probably calling from a payphone. Thanks Prue he could've had a lead on a demon."

"How the hell was I supposed to know that he was a Hunter when every other day one of your boyfriends calls looking for you." Prue's voice rose in volume. Before Phoebe was able to shout her reply, the phone rang again.

Phoebe grabbed the phone before Prue could and hoped it was John calling again.

"Hello?"

"Is this Phoebe?" Phoebe recognized John's voice instantly and sighed in relief before shooting a glare at Prue.

"Yeah, how ya doin' John?"

"Oh thank God it's you."

"Sorry 'bout the way my sister acted on the phone just now. She forgot to take her pills this morning." Phoebe ignored the scandalized look Prue sent her way.

John chuckled. "That's okay Phoebe." His laughter died quickly as he got to the point. "Phoebe do you remember my sons?"

"Sam and Dean right?"

"Yeah, well Sam was cursed with the power of empathy."

"Sam's the awkwardly tall one if I remember correctly."

"Yeah"

"Okay, but why would you call me for this?"

"Aren't you an empath?" John asked exasperated.

"Well, yes, but I don't see how I could help you."

"Listen Phoebe he doesn't know how to control his powers and this morning when they were activated he collapsed. We're in a hospital now and he's in a coma."

"Erm, I'm sorry about the coma thing and all, but you still haven't told me how I can help you."

"If I can get him to you could you teach him how to control it?"

"I don't know."

"Please, Phoebe I really need your help. He's going to die if you don't help him."

Phoebe felt herself caving in and let out a breath.

"Fine. I'll help you, but –"Phoebe was cut off by the sound of the dial tone and as she hung up the phone she wondered just what she had gotten herself into.

John ran down the hall and skidded to halt in front of Dean.

"I've found a way to help Sam, but we've gotta get him outta here."

"How the hell are we supposed to do that?" Dean quickly stood up and pushed John back out into the practically empty hallway so no one would overhear them. Dean rubbed his temples and glanced at his father.

"Do you have a plan?" he asked.

"Well, not exactly."

"C'mon Dad!"

"I'm thinkin'."

An uncomfortable silence hung in the air as John tried desperately to come up with some semblance of a plan. A few moments passed before John had come up with a good plan, (at least that's what he thought of it at the time) although it was admittedly half-assed and there were so many holes in it that it could've make really good Swiss cheese.

Anyway, John dragged Dean into a corner and whispered his plan and ignored Dean's looks of incredulity as he dragged Dean off to find a member of the staff.

Forty-five minutes later Dean and John strapped Sam into the backseat and peeled off before the hospital staff noticed that one of their patients and two of their staff members were missing. John and Dean hit the interstate at 85 mph.

"So where exactly are we goin'?" Dean asked

"San Francisco."

"Cool"

John simply rolled his eyes and kept on driving.

A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in soooo long things have been really hectic for me so thanks for waiting and thank you to everyone who have favorited and reviewed my story.