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.


Chapter 4


Chris sighed as his mother bustled around the kitchen, stopping to take a phone call here or there. His father was reading the newspaper as usual and his sister had just gotten home from her friends house. This, of course, meant that she was texting said friend the moment she stepped into the house. Wyatt had left for school a few minutes before, leaving Chris to deal with the, in Wyatt's words, possible demon alone. But Chris knew, he just knew that this demon was real. He was not making it up. He tugged on the chain around his neck, something that had become a habit since it was stuck on the day before. Luckily, his mother did not notice. He glanced once more at his parents and when neither seemed like they were about to start a conversation stood up from the kitchen table, grabbed his jacket and left the Manor.

Chris did not have a specific place in mind when he left. He never did. He would just go where his feet took him. This did not seem like such a good idea when he ran into the two people that had begged for a reading. Sam and Dean, he believed their names were. One of them was talking to the woman at the counter, the taller one. His brown hair mirrored his face almost perfectly. Chris swallowed nervously before turning around sharply, praying that he had not noticed him. But that was before he literally walked into the shorter. Of course, he was still shorter than the shorter brother was but that did not really amaze him. Wyatt and Melinda were constantly teasing him for being so short. Not that he was not taller than Melinda was. "How come we keep running into each other, Halliwell?" He asked with a smirk in his voice. Chris did not really like how he did not know nearly as much about these two as they did him.

"This time literally." He said as a response before calmly sidestepping him.

A hand grabbed onto his arm and pulled him back to his side. "Not so fast." Water splashed him in the face. Chris closed his eyes and then spit it out with an outraged look. The man looked shocked.

"Damn it." Chris muttered glaring down at his shirt. "What was that for?!" The man just looked even more shocked.

"Uh… Sam?" He called out nervously to the taller man. B

"Oh God… I'm sorry. My brother-" The taller man, Sam, began. And then a thought occurred to Chris. A thought that had not occurred to him before now.

"How can I be so stupid?" He hissed at himself, successfully catching Sam off guard. "You're hunters." That managed to catch them both even more off guard. That is until the shorter one, who Chris resolved must be Dean, spoke up.

"And you're a witch." He said simply. As if that condemned Chris or something.

Chris narrowed his green eyes at them. Should he hide it or not? But he did have a friend who was a hunter. That is until they retired… "Are you okay?" Sam piped up. Chris looked at him, startled.

"What?" He asked.

Sam motioned to his shirt. "You're bleeding." And then Chris realized… the necklace. The necklace was bleeding… again. He shot them a surprised and scared look before reaching into his back pocket for his phone. And then he was tugged forward by an invisible hand, as the blood got thicker and thicker. He fell into Dean and felt the man wrap his arms around him subconsciously. It happened again… and this time he knew the hunter felt it too. Chris stumbled forward, placing his hand over the necklace as it continued to coat his shirt and chest in blood. The brothers shared a look before taking off after him as he went sprawling to the ground. His hands scraped across the gravel before the tugging stopped. And there, across the street, a gun was pulled and a man was shot point blank. Chris jumped back in shock as the person who shot him dropped down beside the man, yelling at someone to call 911. He glanced up at the hunters standing beside him and his eyes met Dean's for a second.

"Oh God…" The hunter whispered out as a thin trail of black smoke disappeared inside a house.


Dean really did not know what to think. A trail of black smoke definitely screamed demon but what about the witch? For some reason he seemed to know that they were hunters… none of it made sense. And while it may have annoyed Sam to not know one thing about a demon, it annoyed Dean to no end when he did not know something about someone. Was the witch really good like his father's journal said? It did not make sense… none of it did. He shook his head and glanced over at his brother who sat on his bed doing something with his laptop. "Do you have any idea how many demons there are that possess people?" Sam asked with an exasperated sigh.

"Dead end?" Dean said, with a knowing tone to his voice. Sam nodded as closed the window on Google. "Got anything on the Halliwells?"

Here Sam nodded with an eager look on his face. "Yeah." He turned the computer towards Dean so he could read it too. "There was this woman, named Patricia Halliwell, more commonly known as Patty, who married this guy, Victor Bennet. They got a divorce after the birth of their third child, Phoebe Halliwell. Reasons unknown." Dean nodded.

"What does this have to do with this witch?" He asked with a prodding look at his younger brother.

"Well, it says here that she died. When he eldest child was around five years old."

"What'd she die of?"

"Drowning." Sam said as if that cleared everything up.

"And…?"

"And, no one reports seeing her drown. There was just this guy, named Sam, on the deck and he wasn't available for questioning. They say that her eldest daughter, Prudence, saw her mother die."

Dean glanced up at her. "You're telling me that this woman didn't die of drowning?"

Sam sat back against the bed. "That could be the case."

"What happened to the kids? Did they go live with their father?"

He shook his head. "No. They went to live with their grandmother. It seems like their father wasn't much of a factor in their lives until after their grandmother died."

"What of?"

"Cardiac arrest." Sam sighed. "There's nothing unusual there. Except that after their grandmothers death the three sister end up appearing in police reports a lot."

"Various officers or what?"

"Usually this one guy, Darryl Morris and his partner Andrew Trudeau."

"But Andrew Trudeau's dead, right?"

Sam looked at him weird. "Yeah… how'd you-?"

"Dad." Was the only answer Dean gave him, looking back down at the computer screen.

"Right…" Sam trailed off before carrying on with his story. "He died almost exactly a year after their grandmother did. In their house. The sisters said that a fellow detective attacked him. He was pretty close to the oldest sister, Prudence. But then, two years later, Prudence dies in the same house. The case went cold. The police have no idea who attacked and killed her. And then this guy, Cole Turner, shows up in a bunch of files."

"Cole Turner?" Dean asked with a suspicious look at his brother.

"Yeah. He was lawyer and married Phoebe. It turns out that they have another sister. A younger one, Paige Matthews. She is their half-sister. Their mother had an affair with this Sam guy."

"The same guy that saw their mother die."

"Mhmm. Next thing the police know, Cole Turner's disappeared and Phoebe's getting a divorce. Then, out of no where, this guy Christopher Perry pops up."

Dean looked at him with wide eyes. "As in the Christopher that we met?"

"Maybe." Sam shrugged. "He was arrested for stealing a car and then broke out. The police were coming to arrest him when they found him dying. In the same house that Prudence, and Andrew died in."

"Of what?"

"A stab wound. Strange thing is, that he just disappeared after that. The police have no idea what happened with him. Then this cop, Sheridan dies in the house and the Halliwell sisters die too. The basement of their house just blew up."

"Just blew up?" Dean asked with a raised eyebrow. Sam nodded.

"Their cousins step into take care of Piper Halliwell's children, Wyatt Matthew Halliwell and Christopher Perry Halliwell."

"That's the witch?" Dean asked.

"It would seem so." Sam said with a shrug. "Anyway, all of a sudden the sisters return."

"From being dead?"

"From Homeland Security." Sam spoke with a raised eyebrow. "They were working on something for Home Land Security."

"Or so they say." Dean muttered under his breath. "What about this Chris guy?"

"Nothing all that out of the ordinary. Him and his brother, Wyatt, have been called on by the police to help with a few cases but that's it. The officer that calls them in is Darryl Morris-"

"There's that name again."

"-and he always says that they're psychics."

"But they're actually witches." Dean sat back in his chair.

Sam nodded. "Witches that dad says are good."

"Do we believe him?"

"I'm surprised you don't already." Sam said with a curious look at the elder Winchester.

"Yeah, well… I was hoping he was wrong." He stood up and grabbed his jacket off his chair.

"Where're you going?"

Dean turned away from the door and grabbed his keys off the hook. "I'm going to go talk to these witches."

"Like hell you're going alone." Sam stood up from the bed and grabbed his own jacket, stuffing his feet into his shoes.

"Well then, come on, Sammy."


A: N- Heh… sorry it took so long for me to write this chapter. Don't hate me. And yeah, yeah, yeah I know… not much of a meeting. They shall meet in the next chapter and explanations aboard. Review. Now.