Author's Note: So, I've decided to do a crossover with supernatural. I don't know why, but when I was writing the part with Payton I needed a name for her child's father and Dean Winchester III just popped in. I'm writing it on the assumption that Dean and Sam stopped Lilith from opening the 66 seals and were able to go on with their lives, having families and going back to hunting less difficult baddies. I really like the idea of these two families intermingling so I've decided to use it as part of my main plot for this story, though I will focus mainly on the personal interactions than on demons and magic.

Chapter 6

"It'll be okay," Brie said as she crawled over to her cousin to console her. "Uncle Wyatt couldn't hurt a fly, and daddy will see reason."

"If by reason you mean Mom wiping the floor with him when he tries to track this guy down," Helena said. "Don't forget, Dad is Payton's godfather. He'll be as protective of Payton as Uncle Wy. Never mind the fact that this guy is the competition."

"I really don't know what I'm going to tell them. I can't tell them about Dean."

Payton ran her hand through her hair and put the other over her womb. "How could I not know for two and a half months?"

Brie rubbed her hand in small circles on Payton's back. "It happens, honey. You were a little insecure and you were focused on how badly he hurt you. What's important is that you know now. We can help you with this."

"Thank you, guys. I don't know what I'm going to do. Not that I want to find him, but, I didn't even give him my real last name. When we met I wasn't sure if I could trust some guy sitting at a bar and I told him that my last name was Bennett. If I wanted to get in touch with him I'd have to start off with, 'I know you think I'm Payton Bennett but I lied. I'm really Payton Halliwell, and how are you?'"

The girls sat on the picnic blanket until the sun set, working on a plan for Payton and baby Halliwell. A gentle wind passed through the trees and as darkness finally took over, Payton allowed herself to finally feel soothed.

Helena entered the manor and dropped her bag and keys on the foyer table. As she walked towards the dining room she heard rustling in the kitchen and tried to sense who was there. After realizing it was her mom, Helena let her shoulders relax and she walked slowly into kitchen.

"Mom?"

Gabby slowly removed her head from the refrigerator. "Honey, hi. I didn't think you'd be back so soon. How was France?"

"It was nice. I haven't spent that much time with Payton and Brianna in a long time. But, uh, what are you doing here?"

"Well, since you decided to stay here instead of with me and your father, I thought I'd bring some groceries over."

"I see that, mom. But we both know that's not why you're really here. C'mon. Spill it."

Gabby leaned against the sink as she stared at her eldest child. "Have you thought about telling Brie why you really took off?"

"Some," Helena said reluctantly. "I'm not actually sure yet if I can really ever tell her about it."

Helena tucked her chin down to her chest and her red, wavy locks fell over her face. "There's just a lot of stuff going on right now. I'm home for the first time in years for more than a week long vacation and I'm thinking about staying here. I can put the past behind me, I've finally moved on. But if I tell Brie, it could get in the way of this peace treaty we have going on."

Gabby pushed off of the sink and closed the distance between her and Helena. Laying a hand on her daughter's upper arm she said, "That's your choice. But you need to think about what will happen if you don't tell her and somebody else does."

"Do you mean the family?"

"No, I don't honey," Gabby said in a flat tone. "When I came over I ran into the neighbor, old Mrs. Bourke. She told me that the house next to her had finally been taken off the market."

"So," Helena asked not sure what this information meant.

"It means that Milo is moving back."

"What," Helena's voice quivered.

"Yo, little Jimmy Dean. Get your head in the game," Dean Winchester said to his grandson. Lately the boy had seemed moody and Dean, Sr. was in no hurry to deal with a grown man acting like a chick. "We have all the info we need on the clan of assassin witches that were hired to take out those broads in San Francisco. I can't have you acting like some love sick prepubescent boy."

Dean turned to face his grandfather. Sometimes he swore that the old man would rather be out hunting than enjoying his retirement. Old Dean Winchester was a rare breed. He and Dean's great uncle Sam had been thrust into hunting even though their mother, Mary Winchester, had tried to leave that life. Over the years of being trained by their father John, and later when the evil son of a bitch Azazel's plan had culminated to fruition, the brothers were a force to be reckoned with. They had seen their fair share of supernatural activity and were well known by the supernatural community. The brothers had played a crucial role in saving the world when they were recruited by God to prevent the breaking of the sixty-six seals.

As Dean shook his head at his grandpa's stereotypical misogynist statement that was classic Dean Winchester, his father Dean, Jr. walked into the room. It wasn't often that the family hunted together anymore. With the eldest generation retiring, the others had begun to find their own lives outside of hunting, which was rarely severe enough to cause the family to regroup unless it was for poker or hustling pool.

Dean, Jr. who was known as DJ had made his living by opening his own firm as an architect. His oldest son had taken after him and was a junior partner, while his daughter Samantha was far more interested in hitting the road and hunting the things that went bump in the night. Out of all the Winchester children she was the most like Dean, Sr. When Sam had stopped by Santa Rosa to visit her brother, she had gotten wind of a plan to eliminate a powerful coven of good witches. At first she thought it was a fable because her family had never run into good witches. In fact, none of the Winchesters believed in "good" witches. But being Sam and itching for a hunt, she dragged her brother into the search.

They traced one of the assassin witches to San Francisco where the coven that was going to be attacked lived. Sam and Dean found her working in a Saks store at the perfume counter. Sam approached the counter and introduced herself as Amy Winchester. She had wanted to drop the Winchester name in order to get a reaction out of the witch. By pretending to be the housewife of one of the barely involved hunters, Sam hoped to persuade the witch into thinking she was harmless since it was well known that a branch of their family had settled in California. Sam had wanted the witch to think running into a Winchester was a mere coincidence. While she was there she had been able to find out when the witch, whose name was Jasmine, was working next. Over the next week Sam and Dean had followed Jazz, as she liked to be called during all of her human activities and tried to observe her abilities.

Over the past two month the Winchesters had collected as much information as possible and it all lead back to the fact that a big bad wanted the destruction of what was supposed to be the most powerful coven of witches ever. Great uncle Sam was still the best researcher they had, and he had uncovered a centuries old prophecy about the arrival of three sisters who would be the most powerful witches the world had ever known and were called the charmed ones.

They had collected a family genealogy and tales of battles the family had taken part in, starting with the birth of the family matriarch, Melinda Warren on the eve of samhain. They uncovered tales of Brianna who had separated a war lord from his sword, as well as a story of three cousins. When one of the cousins fell in love with a warlock named Anton, the other two had killed the third and cursed her to prevent her from ever being able to unite with the warlock in any life. More recently were tales of one Penny Halliwell whom was known as a kick ass and take names persona. She had been well known as a fierce protector of her three granddaughters after the death of their mother Patricia, whom had drown at the summer camp her two eldest daughters clippings and uncle Sam's ability to hack into anything undetected had provided them with information about the death of Prudence Halliwell as well as the adoption of a fourth daughter, Paige Matthews whom appeared to have been reunited with her half-sisters.

The Winchesters weren't sure if the prophecy had meant these four sisters, as it had only mentioned three. Reaching out to old contacts, they confirmed that before the death of Prue Halliwell whom was known as the most powerful before her death, she and her sisters had been known as the charmed ones. When Paige had been reunited with her biological sisters, the "power of three" had been reconstituted.

"Hey, son," DJ said. "Are you ready to go after this clan?"

"Yeah, I've got the weapons stocked in the impala and I've talked to Milo. He's back in San Francisco and he's got some interesting news that he's shared with me."

"Well, where's your cousin and what news does he have? Your uncle never once said anything about Milo coming out to California. I thought he was comfortable out in New York."

"He moved in a house on Prescott Street. Now, he doesn't know it," Dean said, chuckling, "but it's the same street that the Halliwells live on. He's in a perfect position to watch over them. Apparently, he used to have a kind of personal relationship with one of the grandchildren of Piper Halliwell." Dean's mouth turned up at one side in his signature cocky smirk. "He doesn't know that they're supposedly witches."

"Great, you know how he feels about witches. Imagine what'll happen when he finds out he was dating one," DJ said. "Uncle Sam put together individual files on each of the children of the original charmed ones. Each sister had three children. Now, Uncle Sam thinks that each set of three can tap into the power of three, but we don't know who has which of the three original powers yet. There seems to be a pattern in the birth order of these units. Usually, they are born either two boys and a girl, two girls and a boy or all girls. Now, only one group is all boys. We don't know what this means. According to contacts and the family tree, there hadn't been a boy born into the family in over three hundred years before the birth of Piper Halliwell's first child, Wyatt."

DJ passed out files for each of the men to look at.

"Sammy did say that each generation is stronger than the last and that prophecies like to follow this family like lost puppies. He also said that the eldest is usually the most powerful of the generation. So Piper's boy Wyatt is the most powerful of his generation —" Dean, Sr. said.

"Which makes his eldest child, Payton the strongest witch of her generation and, technically speaking, the world," DJ said, reading her file. "She works as an elementary teacher in the school district of—"

"Santa Rosa," Dean said, his mouth pulled down in a frown.

Dean walked up to 1325 Prescott street and knocked on his cousin's door. When Milo opened the door he was surprised when Dean shoved passed him and entered the living room."We have a problem and you need to get on board."

Milo stood straight and folded his arms across his chest. "What's going on Dean? Does this have anything to do with the hunt that the family is so concerned about."

"Yeah, it does, Milo. That girl you said you were gonna try and look up, you said her name was Helena Halliwell. Does she have a cousin Payton?"

"Yeah, they were pretty much inseparable when I knew them. Why? Is something after them, is that what the hunt is about?" Milo began to pace and shoved a hand through his short brown hair.

"Milo, they're witches!"