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 6

Something was wrong with Wyatt. That was the first thing that occurred to Chris that afternoon. The sun was shinning and Melinda was outside with their father playing soccer. And Wyatt was not with them. Which was considerably weird. What was even more weird was the fact that Wyatt was sleeping in, on a Monday no less! And that he had called in, sick, from work, which he never did even when he was sick. Chris forced himself to stop thinking about it as he fixed his family, and himself, lunch. Piper was at P3, dealing with the publicity after the murder there most likely, and, therefore, could not cook for them. Leaving the job up to the only person that could cook, Chris.

And cooking Chris usually avoided.

Patty used to cook with him. Patty with her long brown hair and goofy smile. Patty with her spunky and comforting attitude. Patty who he had killed.

He shut his eyes painfully when he remembered his cousin. No, Chris would just cook and not think of the cousin he once had. His hand shook slightly as he cut his father's sandwich in half and pushed the plate across the island. Melinda's was next, then Wyatt's and then his own. Melinda's was pushed across the island after having the crust cut off, just the way she liked it. He was cutting Wyatt's when his brother entered the kitchen.

"Morning." Wyatt greeted stiffly, scaring Chris half to death. Chris glared at his older brother half-heartedly.

"Afternoon really. Are you feeling all right?" Chris corrected with a small smile on his face, frowning when he did not get one in return.

"Perfectly fine, why?" The blonde took a bottle of water out of the refrigerator.

Chris shrugged before turning back to his brother's sandwich. "You called in sick."

"So?" Wyatt asked with a small smirk in his younger brother's direction.

Chris slid the knife into the sandwich. "So, you never do that. Even when you're really sick. Mom or I usually have to call in for you."

"Well I'm not sick."

Chris narrowed his green eyes in suspicion his hand twitching slightly at the familiarity of the voice Wyatt was using, he just could not place it. "Then why'd you call out?"

Wyatt shrugged, standing behind the younger Halliwell. "No reason."

"This demon hasn't struck in a few days." Sam pointed out to his brother. Dean glanced up from their father's journal.

"So?" He asked slowly, raising a dirty blonde eyebrow.

"So… maybe their business is finished."

"Maybe it's not." Dean turned back to the journal.

Sam sighed in annoyance. "Then what are we supposed to do?"

"Nothing. We have to wait for it to strike, I guess."

"And if it's really gone?"

"Then we catch up with it later."

The next time Chris noticed anything remotely off with his brother was that night. Wyatt was staring at him with a sort of predatory gaze ever since their parents left the living room to talk in the kitchen. Chris was just coming down the stairs when Wyatt finally spoke. "Hey Chris." He said from behind him. Chris jumped, wasn't Wyatt downstairs?

"Hey, Wyatt…" He said slowly, caution in his voice.

Wyatt's eyes hardened when his brother did not turn around to look at him. "Look at me." He ordered, his voice gaining an edge to it that made Chris' hand twitch in recognition yet again. His hand had been doing that a lot lately. Almost like, it wanted to telekinetically send him across the room. And Chris did look at him, and almost got a knife to the gut. He orbed out of the way only to have his orbs be grabbed and thrown over the railing. He re-appeared there, holding onto the wooden railing as his brother's eyes turned black. "You're not as easy as the others." He said. "But I have powers now… more than I ever had before." He flicked out his left hand, sending Chris into the wall opposite them and sliding down to the ground.

Chris groaned as his head connected with the ground and struggled to push himself up. Where were his parents?

"Come on, Chrissie! Get up!" Wyatt grabbed his arm and pulling him towards himself roughly. Chris worked on autopilot, his knee jutting out and connecting painfully with Wyatt's groin. His brother dropped him with a loud wince before he received a punch to the head, sending himself spiraling to the ground. Chris silently thanked Aunt Phoebe for the training that she had given him and all of the Halliwell children that were not blessed with many powers. He began to run out of the room when he felt it. The push of air that sent him flying through the window across from him and into the back yard. The glass cut into almost every appendage of his body before he dissolved into blue orbs, going to the only people that would believe a word he said.

Sam was staring apathetically out the window when he heard the crash and swears from his brother's mouth. He jumped to his feet and turned around sharply, sharp enough to see the blood and the face of the witch from a few days ago. "What the hell happened?" Dean yelled at the witch in shock as Sam worked on autopilot, helping the Halliwell onto one of their beds (coincidentally Dean's) and running into the bathroom to wet a cloth. He came running back into the room, placing the cold cloth on Chris' many cuts.

"My brother." Chris said through gritted teeth, sucking in a sharp breath when Sam came to a halt at the cut on his forehead.

"Your brother did this?" Sam asked in disbelief. Chris nodded slowly as Sam climbed off the bed and back into the bathroom to look for something to put on the wounds. Dean still stood where he was… a look of slight fear on his face.

"He was possessed…" Chris said swaying a little. Dean grabbed onto the witch's arm, steadying him gently. "Thanks." Chris spoke slowly, actually looking at the Hunter. Dean nodded slowly himself, staring at the witch before pulling away sharply. Sam came back into the room, shooting Dean a suspicious look before placing some sort of liquid in the rag and pushing it into one of Chris' deeper wounds.

"By that Haba demon?" Dean asked.

"Habui." Sam muttered in correction.

"Right."

"Mhmm." Chris mumbled before his green eyes dropped forward and he, himself, fell forward and into Dean's arms… passed out like a rock.

A few hours later, Chris was all patched up and passed out on Dean's bed. Dean found himself not caring that he was there, instead focusing on cleaning the metallic stains off the rag Sam had used to clean out the cuts. "This is weird." Sam muttered from his own bed. "Dean?" He asked when he received no answer. Dean shook his head quickly, throwing the rag in the trash.

"They won't come out." He said in explanation before dropping into a chair in front of the dingy kitchen table.

"This is weird." Sam repeated after a few moments of silence. Dean nodded slowly.

"You have no idea, Sammy." Things were even weirder for Dean. Not only was a witch sleeping in his bed, a witch who he would have killed a year ago without any hesitation, but something about said witch caused Dean to become flustered. He did not like it… he really did not like it. He shut his eyes almost painfully trying to get the image of the pain laced green eyes that had been haunting him for the past few days.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked slowly, staring at his brother with worried eyes. Dean shook his head.

"Nothing."

A: N- Short chapter… good chapter? Romance is starting to kick in!