Apocalypse 101

By: RavenHeart101

Disclaimer: -Steals- IT'S MIIIINE! ALLLLLL MINE! –drops into a puddle- … Shit…

Universal Summary: A fallen angel, a broken family, old memories, new problems. The apocalypse is about to start and both sets of brothers need to know the basics… and fast. Welcome to Apocalypse 101.

Episodic Summary: An all-American family against a ghost… they don't really stand a chance. That is until the Winchester brothers interfere and try to save their lives. The Halliwells just so happen to be called in by Darryl to help the family. Oh my, like the family didn't have enough problems already.

Warnings: Slash (don't like it, don't read it), language, sexual situations, alternate universe, spoilers for Supernatural, disregard to some things probably seeing as to how I've only seen up to Season 4 and some parts of season 5 of Supernatural. Mpreg.

A: N- PART TWO OF BLEEDING ROSE! If you haven't read that and want to read this, it would be better for you (and me... less explaining!) if you go ahead and read that one first. Basically everyone is saying that this should be Mpreg, so guess what? It's now going to be Mpreg. Don't like it? Deal with it.

I apologize in advance for not updating sooner, although, on a note, taking awhile to update doesn't mean that people can just, plain, not review. Do you have no idea what it does to an authors self-esteem? Was the chapter bad? Did you like any part of it? Thank you everyone who did review. So… I know this chapter doesn't have a lot of Chris point of view until it gets to the actual case and somehow it turned out with me writing most of it from Bianca's point of view. I don't know why… but it did… and I think it gives it a certain edge. It shows how people other than Chris and Dean are thinking and it gives a different perspective on their relationship. Tell me whatcha think about it.

Thanks everyone for the suggestions! The poll's up. First place is his major, second place is his minor. So get voting!

Episode Two Dah'lings. I now present: Family Remains


Intro:


The day Bianca met Chris was the day that he saved her life… for the first time. Bianca had been on a job, staking out some man with a whole lot of money that her client wanted. What she hadn't predicted was that the man's wife was a witch and had known the Halliwells. Actually, the day that Bianca met Chris was also the day that Wyatt showed up to help his brother in New York. When the wife caught sight of Bianca's pretty obvious birthmark she let out a spew of spells, flinging one of her very powerful fire potions at the phoenix. The phoenix had prepared herself for the pain that was about to come with it when it never hit. She had blinked open her eyes and found that the witch and the potion (which was stopped mid throw) were frozen.

Bianca had blinked in confusion until someone grabbed her. What she saw was someone with breathtakingly beautiful and handsome features. His hair was a dark chestnut brown that fell haphazardly into his cream green eyes. He had a tan, a fucking tan, and Bianca was always one to fall for a guy with a tan and an easy smile. Which was spread across his damn kissable pink lips. Yes, it wouldn't be wrong if you said that Bianca had a crush on a gay guy. Of course, if you asked her she'd tell you that you were insane he was just a very pretty boy. Nevertheless, that was the day that spawned the friendship Bianca had crafted with a Halliwell of all people and changed her views on the world. Chris was her salvation really, her reason for finally having enough courage to push herself away from her mother's views and think for herself. She owed him a hell of a lot.

And no matter all of their differences, Chris and Bianca were probably the two closest friends you would ever find. They had a link that no one but Wyatt Halliwell, of all people, could understand. It was a bond that Chris, supposedly, only forged with the people most important to him in his life. It made Bianca's heart swell at the thought that she was one of those people that he trusted enough to let in. Wyatt had told her that Chris had only handed out that sort of insight of himself to two other people before. Wyatt and Patty… and now her.


End intro.


When Bianca arrived at the apartment she shared with the brothers Halliwell most of the lights were off and a loud scream resounding from the TV was all that could be heard. The phoenix rolled her eyes and advanced into the living room, hanging her dress jacket up on the ring next to Wyatt's beat up Warner High football jacket. She sighed at the image before her.

Chestnut hair in desperate need of a cut lay across a tan face. Dull green eyes having lost their shine stared as the girl from the movie got chopped up in two. Bianca slid out of her heals, nudging them with her panty hoes covered feet. She flipped her hair out of her face, coming up to stand behind the couch. The guy confessed his love to the girl's best friend and, just when they were about to kiss, the next scene popped up. And then the next and then the next and then Chris was muttering under his breath about "stupid romance in horror movies" and "fuckin' remotes that seemed to get stuck on one button only."

"Well…" Bianca sighed, effectively shocking the middle Halliwell enough to cause him to jump. She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "Christ, Chris. You have those angel powers, why the hell not use them?"

He full on glared at her, his green eyes scrunching in tired anger. "Shut it, Bi." She laughed lightly, picking up his legs and forcing him in an upright position.

"Seriously, Chris. Why aren't you sleeping?" A worry line dented her smooth forehead as she scratched behind her ear.

"Too tired." He muttered, groaning and throwing the remote down on the ground and flicking his hand toward the switch on the television, effectively turning it off and enveloping most of the room in darkness.

Bianca reached behind herself for the light, switching it on. "Too much on your mind?"

"Yeah." He stretched out so that his feet lay on the coffee table.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Not really." He glanced sideways at her, his green meeting her brown.

"Angels?"

"Demons."

"That guy-Dean?"

"The apocalypse."

"M'I missin' anythin'?" Bianca asked slyly, stretching out so that her feet rested next to his.

"Not really." He shrugged, the two of them descending into silence. "Darryl called."

"'Bout what?" It was weird that anyone from his past would call him, he had been out of San Francisco for almost a year now and people figured that if they were to call anyone they should call Wyatt. And Bianca was pretty sure his family wouldn't have kept to themselves the reason for the falling out with their middle child.

"A case." He paused as if searching for a memory. Which he probably was, Bianca concluded, seeing as to how Chris had been up nearly all day. "There's this house and some guy Darryl knew from work died in his home. They're callin' it a murder but there's no way that anyone could have gotten in, other than being inside the house already. So… yeah… He thinks it's somethin' up our alley." Chris shrugged.

"Your alley?" Bianca raised an eyebrow. "Since when have you started taking cases?"

"We don't." Chris closed his eyes, a hand straying to his forehead, his features pulling as his face in a grimace. "Uhm… he asked as a favor."

Bianca looked at him in sympathetic eyes. "Figured. You should get some sleep."

"Sleep doesn't come anymore Bi. Not with them invading my fucking mind every time I actually think I can relax." He sighed in anger. "You know, I can't even watch a movie without having the ending spoiled because I end up thinking on it too much?" Aggravation coated his usually calm voice.

Bianca winced. "Yikes. So it's gotten worse?"

"Damn fucking straight. I couldn't even tell you why."

"They're just jack asses. The whole lot of 'em." Bianca comfortingly placed a hand on his arm.

"I can't sleep." He repeated. "They send me shit when I sleep."

"What kinda shit?"

"The kind where Wyatt's evil and it's a different kind of "end of the world" scenario. It fucking sucks let me tell you."

"Shit, I bet." She paused keeping her hand firmly on his arm. "You gunna help 'em?" She asked referring to Darryl's phone call.

Chris shrugged helplessly. "I'm going to have to." He said with a glare at the blank television screen. "They have kids Bi… a family. They're freakin' innocents."

"You witches an' your innocents."

"Damn straight. Can't fucking escape them." And a sarcastic smile was the last thing that she saw on his face before she fell asleep.


Bianca ended up tagging along with Chris; Wyatt was too busy, medical school demanding his presence. Bianca, on the other hand, had the next few days off from boring old law school and it didn't really matter if Chris missed his magical mythology class since he knew it all by heart already. The case took them to a small farm area, the house being the only thing that took up space. Bianca looked over at Chris with a dark eyebrow raised. "Nice place." She commented, earning a nod and a small smile from her best friend.

Chris, however, paused once the driveway came into sight. A black car sat in front of the farm house. A Chevy Impala if Bianca knew car models correctly enough. "Nice car too." Her appreciation only ran so far, however, since she was rudely interrupted by a tall lanky guy with a stylish half bowl-half skater cut that was pushed back behind his ears.

"Chris?" The guy said catching sight of her best friend. He sounded happily surprised.

Chris winced. He actually winced and that's when Bianca knew this guy to be anything but the family. "Hunter." He whispered to her before forcing a smile onto his face. "Hey Sam."

The guy, or Sam she guessed his name was now, hugged Chris. He hugged Chris. Now Bianca wasn't stupid so, if anything, she was using all her magic powers to wish that this wasn't Sam Winchester who just so happened to be Dean Winchester's little brother. Bianca also knew that anywhere Sam Winchester went Dean Winchester wouldn't be far behind and Bianca wouldn't even hesitate on kicking that guy's ass for what he did to Chris. But, Bianca wasn't stupid so she found it quite impossible that it was a different Sam (because honestly how many Sam's did Chris know?). "Man, it's good to see you! Where's Wyatt?"

"Uh… school." Chris said hastily. "Listen, if you guys got this one handled than I'm sure it's going to be done right. We'll just leave you to your business. No use in there being four people here instead of two."

"Hun, you're rambling." Bianca said lightly. "And I could really care less if the freakin' Winchesters got this place down squat. I did not drag my ass here just so that we could leave for no God damn reason. I came here to kick some ghost ass an' I ain't leavin' till I got to do just that."

Sam hid a bought of laughter behind his hand, thrusting the other one out to shake hers. "I'm Sam."

"Bianca." She wouldn't be rude to him. As she knew only too well, you couldn't pick your family.

"Nice to meet you." Sam smiled at her before turning his gaze back onto Chris. "You don't have to leave. It'd be nice to have some fresh eyes. Maybe your expertise can help us." It was clear Dean hadn't told Sam anything Chris told him before.

"Uh-"

"Cool." Bianca said slinging her arm with Chris' and practically dragging him toward the farm house. "What we got?"

That's when she saw him. Bianca could understand why Chris fell for him. Dean Winchester was damn good looking. Just the right amount of dirty blonde hair and sea green eyes that held damn more sadness than Chris'. But he was strong and he was just the right size. Not tall and lanky like Sam and not short and unbefitting like that demon guy who stalked her for about a year. And that just made her hate him all the more. "Look who I found, Dean." Sam said with a smile in their direction, taking a seat next to Dean in the Impala and gesturing to Chris and Bianca.

Dean looked up and the connection between Chris and him was instantaneous. Bianca could nearly feel the air crackling around them and she swore neither breathed for all of two minutes before Sam decided to fill them in on the case. "So, there's the guy who used to live here. He was murdered in his house a few weeks ago when no one could have gotten in or out. The police are stumped. Now-"

"His wife dies in child birth; daughter hangs herself in the attic twenty years later I'd be bitter too." Chris shook his head trying to rid his mind from the onset of voices and images that decided to attack his mind at that particular moment in time.

"You okay?" Dean's concerned voice asked gently as he shot out of his seat and over to Chris, gripping both his arms tightly. Chris stumbled, his hand flying up to his forehead as Dean practically shoved him into the driver's side of the Impala, kneeling down so that they were nearly eyelevel with one another.

"Uh…" Chris squinted in the sunlight as the image of a beautiful girl with long brown hair and equally brown eyes climbed on a ladder and tided a robe around her neck. The rope was scratchy and plenty of pieces hung out at odd angles. It was like wool, it made you itchy and your skin red. She wasn't crying. Her diary was clutched tightly in her left hand as she kicked out the ladder from beneath her own feet and her neck snapped, the diary falling to the ground with a clang. "Oh god." Chris' face flew into something soft and comfortable, his hands coming around to grip broad shoulders.

Bianca got the rest of the story from Sam, glancing nervously at her friend whose chestnut head was still buried in Dean's shoulder. "He's not going to hurt him." Sam said softly gazing at his brother and Chris too, his eyes turning to search out hers.

"He's already hurt him."

"Dean… He's never done this before. He barely even lets me close. He-he wants to be with Chris but he's scared."

"Everyone's scared Sam."

"And plenty of people screw up." Sam said evenly. "I know Dean. He's had a hard life. When he's given something good he tends to run from it. It scares him, Bianca. He's never done anything long term."

"That's not an excuse."

"No." Sam agreed. "It's not. But I won't let you judge him because of one mistake."

"I'm not judgin' him for one mistake, Sam! I'm judgin' him for a shit load'o mistakes."

Sam looked at her in curiosity. "Like what?"

Bianca shook her head at him, her brown hair falling into her eyes. She swiped it away with an aggravated gesture. "Chris dragged his ass outta hell and he's repaid by your fuckin' brother sleepin' with some God damn fallen angel." She shrugged. "It doesn't matter. What matters is what I'm gunna do if he causes Chris anymore pain. Let me tell you, Sam, your brother will be hopin' that the angel's left 'em in hell." Sam had the feeling that she would follow her word.


Sitting in the Impala at around eleven thirty at night proved to be an awkward experience for all involved. Chris and Bianca sat in back, the girl resting her feet next to his and her back against the cool window. Chris sat in almost the same exact position, only with his arms crossed and his eyes narrowed as he stared outside and into the windows on the farm house. Sam was muttering something under his breath, a flashlight clicked on and a book of lore resting on his lap. Dean sat at the steering wheel, his hands gripping the wheel firmly and with agitation as he looked out at the house. Tension filled the small, enclosed space, making it nearly impossible for anyone to breathe.

"I am all for working, I really am. But you got us chasing cases non-stop for like a month now. We need sleep."

"I wouldn't need sleep, I'm not dead."

"You're exhausted, Dean."

"I'm good." Chris didn't even bother trying to turn off the movie of Sam and Dean talking. It must have been a few days ago, he decided. Dean had mentioned the case they were on at the moment.

"… You're running on fumes and you can't run forever."

"What am I running from?"

"From what you told me." He hated this. Hated the fact that he could know just about anything about anyone without being told. It didn't make him feel human. He was invading someone's privacy… and, sadly, there was no off switch.

"Now why'd the daughter kill herself?"

"Oh, I don't know. That was before my time."

"Did you notice anythin' odd in the house when you were cleanin' it?"

"Like what?"

"Like… you know like light's goin' on or off. Or, uh, things not bein' where you left them?"

"No… Well… maybe there was one thing…"

"What's that?"

"Well sometimes I thought I heard, like a, rustling in the walls…"

"A rustling in the walls?" Chris muttered to himself, narrowing his eyes even more at the house. Something wasn't right about this case. Something that was itching up and down his spine was trying to alert him to something, but he couldn't figure out what that something was.

"Yeah. The house cleaner said that she heard it a few times." Sam said, glancing back at him curiously. "How'd you know?"

Chris shrugged, not bothering to answer and delving even farther in on his thoughts. "Like a rat?"

"Yeah."

"Musta been some big son's a guns out there, huh?"

"I wouldn't know. Never saw any."

"And she didn't see any rats…" Chris trailed off to himself, ignoring the calculating look Sam was sending his way.

Dean glanced at his brother than at Chris. "I told 'im." Dean muttered, earning a nod from both Sam and Bianca. The latter who look almost thankful.

"No rats. Seems like a ghost." Bianca said lightly.

Chris shook his head at her. "No… ghost don't rustle." He said in reply to her statement.

"I'm tellin' you man. Somethin' is off about his case." Dean muttered.

A boy… with a baseball. He rolls it into the closet with a small smile. The ball is then thrown out at him, the boy catching it with barely little effort. But he seems a little surprised. As if he didn't expect it. He laughed out a happy "hi". "Oh, Christ." Chris sat up a little straighter. Jumping out of the Impala, gaining startled looks from the people assembled inside the car. Bianca leaned out behind him, grabbing his wrist before he could go running inside.

"Chris! People could be sleepin'." She whispered almost harshly, tugging on his wrist sharply. He didn't fall back down into the seat.

"The thing's in there! Now Bianca!"

"No, not now! You don't know when your little angel Houdini shit pertains to half the time. An' I'm not about to let you go scare the crap outta a poor family because you think you saw somethin' that's happenin' now! So sit the fuck down." Her voice was stern and she sounded a lot like a part. Sounded enough like one to cause both Sam and Dean to wince in sympathy.

But Chris didn't let up. Instead his infamous Halliwell stubbornness and temper shined through his green eyes defiantly at her. "I will not just sit and watch as an innocent family is nearly killed!"

"Well they're already moved in so there's nothin' we can do until they call for help." Sam supplied gently to the Halliwell.

"Well crap. What now?" Dean asked trying to lighten up the mood.

"We could tell them the truth." Sam suggested.

"Really?" Dean asked, surprised.

"No… not really." A command screaming "Go" written in red crayon on the wall. Chris shook his head to rid himself of the pain that came with the images. He preferred the voices to the headaches any day.

"Chris?" Bianca whispered.

"Somethin' you wanna tell me an' your mom?"

Eyes wide in fear. "I didn't do that."

"Okay… Look, just tell me the truth an' all you gotta do is clean it up. Okay. No punishment."

"But I didn't. The girl in the walls did it."

"The girl in the walls?"

"She wants you to go and me to stay!"

He shook his head again, blinking harder and harder this time. It wouldn't do for him to lose it again. Twice in one day was bad… very bad. He was beginning to hope that he had kept Anna around, just so that she could (maybe) explain to him what was going on. "You all right, Chris?" She whispered again, letting the Winchester bothers talk about something in low tones in the front of the car.

"Fine." He said through clenched teeth.

"I can stay but she hates grown ups. And if you don't leave she's gunna get really, really mad!"

"You're lying." She stated.

"No shit, Bi." He sat down outside the Impala, his back resting against the cool metal.

"Tell me what you're seeing… or hearing." She added as an after thought, her hand resting on his shoulder.

"A teenage girl lying in bed. She's about half asleep. Her hand's flying out to pet a dog… or she thinks it's a dog. She's talking to him, Buster, about how she hates it there. But…"

"But?" She asked as he trailed off.

"But it's not him…" Chris whispered, jumping to his feet just in time to hear a scream echo throughout the farm house.


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