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ON WITH THE FICCIE

Chapter 6

Sam and Dean arrived at the Hospital and entered the sliding glass doors in silence. The trip in the car had been quiet, Sam digesting the thought that his long time friend could be a killer and Dean fuming the whole way.

They arrived at the nurse's station on the bottom floor, asking for Carl's room number. With some few good placed lies and flirting on Dean's behalf, they got the information they wanted and headed towards the elevator.

"How did you know that Adam was dead and not about Carl?" Sam asked when the got into the empty elevator cart, unable to take the total silence anymore. It was weird that Dean knew about Adams dead body and not Carl since they both had been running in the same newspaper.

"Well, I wasn't exactly looking for someone alive, now was I?" Dean snapped back, still angry. Sam sighed, looking up at the small circular lights that indicated what floor you were on. He watched as they climbed another level than turned back to his brother.

"Do you think it's a vamp?" he asked. Dean didn't look at him when he answered.

"No"

"What evidence do you have that suggests it's not a vampire?" Sam asked, remembering their earlier conversation in the alley.

Dean sighed, "The last victim, besides your college friend, was killed in the day time. And last time I checked, vampires didn't do that… unless they liked becoming extra crispy"

"So what about the blood" Sam asked, remembering the large blood stain.

"Maybe that's what he needs to survive or he just wanted the flesh since all the victims throats were torn out. Vampires are usually more cleanlier" Dean said, still not looking at Sam.

Sam just sighed and shut up. Dean wasn't going to ever forget this if it turned out to be true.

They arrived on the fourth floor and Dean stepped out heading to the right. Sam followed his brother silently, knowing he needed space. They passed many nurses and doctors but Dean didn't noticed, he kept his eyes on the prize, walking like he had a purpose.

When they got to Carl's room, Sam recognized him from the bar that he and Chris hung out in frequently. He suppressed the urge to wince when he thought of Chris and the doubt that still raged his body, than cursed himself for the irrational act. Chris hadn't been proven guilty and he just hoped they were jumping to conclusions on this.

Carl was propped up watching the TV hanging from the ceiling on the opposite wall, his foot still held in traction. His hair had been washed and face shaved of all the stubble. If it weren't for the haunted look in his eyes, Sam would have said he looked normal sick person in the hospital.

He looked up when they both walked in and Dean took the lead.

"Hi Carl, were here to ask you a few questions about you're friend Adam Heights" he said, getting straight to business. Sam shot a frustrated glare at his back and pushed Dean out of the way.

"What… who the hell are you?" Carl asked, before Sam could say anything. His voice was angry and eyes were full of pain.

"I apologize for my brothers rudeness, he's angry at the valet for parking his car in the sun this morning and the seat got hot" Sam said, trying to stem the situation.

Carl didn't say anything but he looked at Sam confused.

"Do I know you?" he asked. He could have sworn he'd seen him somewhere around campus. Sam shook his head.

"I don't think we've ever met but you might know my roommate. Chris Halliwell" Sam said. If Carl was going to talk he was going to have to trust them.

Recognition filled his eyes and he sat back.

"Yea, my savior" he said, his eyes turning starry and glazed. Sam stared at Carl with slight amusement, despite the situation. He obviously had a case of hero worship.

"Has he visited you?" Dean asked, suspiciously. Carl glanced at the older man, his eyes darkening.

"Yes once, before the police came and took him away. Did he get out alright" Carl asked, worry in his brown eyes.

Sam stared at him in bewilderment, "They arrested him"

Carl shook his head angrily, "No, they took him in for questioning. They think he did it! How stupid is that?" he said, anger taking voice again.

"So he really was there the night you were attacked?" Dean asked, before Sam could comment.

"Yes, he saved me. When the monster was going to kill me, Chris showed up and fought him off. He was amazing" the same look of utter adoration appeared and Sam stifled the urge to laugh.

Dean nudged him roughly and scowled at his younger brother.

"Can you tell us exactly what happened" he asked Carl, the scowl still on his face.

Carl opened his mouth to do exactly that but stopped, turning suspicious eyes on the duo.

"Why do you want to know?" he asked.

Dean sighed, exasperated but Sam beat him to the answer.

"We're worried about Chris, he's been harassed by the cops and they've asked me a lot of questions. One's that I don't have the answer too. Chris won't talk to me and I don't want to give them the wrong information" Sam said, using the knowledge he just got to spin the situation. Dean would only enrage Carl further and possibly get them kicked out by the doctor.

Carl nodded hesitantly, not sure if Sam was telling him the truth. But if it helped Chris…

"Me and Adam went out drinking at the Sea Lion after classes and got drunk. Adam took me down the alley as a shortcut and the next thing I know I am on the ground and the thing is…

He was not able to continue, breaking off and looking in the other direction. Tears pooled in his eyes and Adam's dead face appeared before him.

"You don't have to go on" Sam said, sympathetically. Dean glared at him and Sam stared to pull his brother away, about to apologize for disturbing him.

"No, No it's fine. I just need a minute. Adam wouldn't want me to dwell on this, he'd want me to move on with my life" Carl said, smiling in memory.

Sam nodded and Dean shook his brother's hand off his jacket roughly.

"After Adam was dead, I look up to see the monster coming towards me. His red eyes stared at me and I couldn't move. His hands were on me and I shut my eyes, they pushed me back down when I felt his weight disappear. I opened my eyes and Chris was fighting with the killer" Carl said, his voice breaking off now and again.

"Did Chris have any sort of weapon or did he fight with his hands?" Sam asked, once Carl was done speaking.

"No, he fought hand to hand. It was like watching a Bruce Lee movie, only better" Carl said, adoration coming into his eyes again.

Dean rolled his eyes and Sam couldn't help the small giggle that erupted from his chest. Luckily Carl didn't notice.

"Did the killer do anything… weird?" Sam asked after getting control of his body and noting the color of the things eyes, storing it in his brain for further use.

"Like tearing my friend's throat off and eating his flesh" Carl asked, his eyebrows raised. Sam nodded, grimacing at the detail.

"He was huge, taller than any man I've ever seen and his shoulders were broad but he wasn't fat. Muscled is more like it. He wore black bowlers cap and cape, hiding most of his other features. He moved fast and graceful, kinda like a dancer" Carl asked biting his lip. He remembered the officers disbelieving eyes as he told them the same description.

"Does that help? He asked, hesitantly. Sam nodded, smiling. None of those features matched Chris.

"Immensely" he said, to Carl.

Carl sighed, and leaned back.

"Thanks for you're time, we'll leave you to rest" Sam said, pulling Dean towards the door. Carl called out before they could leave and Sam turned.

"Tell Chris I said hi" he said, blushing. Sam smiled and nodded.

He pulled Dean out of the room and walked back towards the elevator, a downright giddy look on his face.

Dean shot him an annoyed look, "Doesn't mean you're friends off the hook" he said, a tint of anger still in his hazel orbs.

"How do you figure? None of those features match Chris in the least. While Chris is tall, he's skinny and lanky. Not broad a muscled" Sam said, pushing the button to the elevator.

"You know as well as I do that some of the stuff we hunt can change their appearances to fit their needs. Chris could do just that, lanky by day and muscled by night. He could just be using this form to get close to you" Dean said, holding onto the idea that Chris was still evil.

He didn't like the idea of Sam going back to sleep next to a potential killer. If he could identify the threat he had to save his brother from, it made it a lot easier to cope with the fact that something was out there.

"Dean, I've known Chris for four years now. If his whole plan was to get close to me than kill me, he would have got it over with and killed me years ago" Sam said, sounding peeved. The more he said it, the more it made sense.

"Than explain how he could have taken down a full fledged demon and lived" Dean asked with anger in his voice.

"Maybe he's a hunter" Sam said, stepping into the elevator as the doors opened.

Dean shot him a disbelieving look. "And you didn't notice. He would have shown some signs"

"Chris kept to himself for the first year or so. And besides, Dad sometimes missed the things that were hanging in front of his face only to be pointed out by another. I've hidden the fact that I was from a hunting family! Why couldn't he be the same?" Sam said, feeling as if a giant weight was taken off his chest. Now that he was positive Chris was innocent.

Dean didn't answer, not up to arguing with Sam anymore. Sam sighed and glanced at his brother, felling the decline of the elevator. The small box grew silent as they had scored themselves another empty cart.

"Maybe Carl was wrong" Sam conceded, seeing that Dean wasn't going to let this go. Dean looked at him confused.

"Carl was in shock after seeing Adam being killed, maybe he imagined seeing someone else in the alley and somehow got away" Sam continued. He knew that that was a slim chance but it was possible.

"No, his stories too detailed to be made up. He would've just remembered snippets of the attack instead of point by point detail" Dean said, than continued,

"And than how did those cans get crushed or Carl survive? No, someone did fight the demon in that alley. If Chris isn't the killer than he defiantly isn't human" Dean said, exiting the elevator and heading for the front doors. Sam followed him with a sigh.

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It was later that evening when both Sam and Dean found themselves back at the apartment. They had gone to the library to research and came up with nothing that was of any use. Though, Dean did find that Def Leppard was coming into concert with Styx and Foreigner to Utah, in the next few weeks. Sam had to physically stop his brother from purchasing tickets online.

They both entered the dorm, exhausted and Dean collapsed on the couch while Sam went to see if there were any left over's in the fridge. The front door opened a minute later and Chris's voice called out to them.

"Dude is that you're car out front?" he asked, coming into the living room. Dean tensed hearing his voice and Sam popped his head out of the kitchen.

"Yea, that's Deans. Our Dad gave it to him when he got his license" Sam answered, not noticing Dean's scowl.

"That's a cool car" Chris commented, coming over and plopping himself on the chair.

Dean just nodded and stayed silent, never taking his eyes off of Chris's face.

The sound of the microwave turning on reached their ears and than Sam came into the room, sitting next to Dean on the couch.

"So how was your day?" he asked, Chris, who had been in an intense staring match with Dean. Chris finally broke away to look at the younger Winchester.

"Fine, spent most of it in the library" he answered, warmly.

"Funny, we were there too" Dean spoke up, his voice laced with distrust.

"Oh, must have missed you. Was in the back looking at the pre-law books" Chris answered, not missing a beat.

Dean snorted, which caused Chris too look at him weird.

"Are you ok?" he asked, noticing the change in attitude since this morning.

Sam shot his brother a harsh glare but Dean didn't notice, not taking his eyes off Chris.

"Christo" Dean muttered under his breath, ignoring the question. Sam kicked him on the backside of his shin and Chris stared at them both confused.

"Gazoontight" Chris said, never flinching. He stared at the two brothers confused, though he recognized the word, being fluent in Latin but had no idea why Dean was calling him that.

Sam was saved from explaining when the microwave went off, the small ping reaching all their ears. Dean ignored it and kept his eyes strained on Chris, who looked up at the ceiling, his ears strained as a voice echoed inside his head. He recognized the brash voice of his cousin Paris and new she wouldn't stop calling.

If she was using the whitelighter network, than it had to be serious. Him and Wyatt had placed a few ground rules with this, when they had called every second for trivial things and ended ruining whatever the boys had been doing at that particular moment. They had made it a rule that if someone wasn't dying or being attacked, use the cell phone. It's one of the reasons Chris had agreed to getting the blasted thing.

"I'm going to finish some homework in my room, ok" Chris said, his thoughts now focused on his family.

He didn't wait for Sam's answer before briskly walking to his room and shutting the door. He locked it, hoping that he no one would get curious. Without a second to lose he orbed out, aiming for the foyer of the manor where he sensed his brother and cousins.

Appearing in the front foyer, Chris expected a lot of things. None of them included being shot at with a darklighter's crossbow. The arrow pierced the back of his shoulder before he could duck and continued it trek landing on the other side of the room with a small thud.

Chris cried out as the poison coursed through his veins, his own heart pumping it through his body. He collapsed, fuzzily hearing his brother call his name and didn't notice when the darklighter shimmered out or when said brother kneeled before him. All he could focus on was the fire that had replaced his blood and the pain erupting from the hole in his shoulder.

Wyatt kneeled before him and placed his hands on the wound, concentrating on his healing and not the pain filled expression that appeared on his baby brother's face.

The healing glow took too long in his opinion and he was able to breathe when it did, watching as the skin knitted itself back together.

Chris's breaths evened out and eventually turned to normal, as all evidence of the wound was gone. Wyatt resisted the urge to pull Chris in for a hug, knowing it would only aggravated Chris further and opted to just helping him stand.

Chris stood with his brother's hand on the dip of his back, helping him steady. When he was upright, he noticed five pairs of worried eyes on him.

"Thanks" he said, noticing Wyatt still held his back protectively. Wyatt gave his body a once over making sure that Chris was alright, before removing his hand.

"I'm fine, Wy" Chris said, rolling his eyes. After Wyatt was absolutely sure that Chris wasn't in no way dying, the anger started.

"You're an idiot" he said crossly, "What were you thinking, orbing in the middle of an attack?"

Chris sighed, frustrated. "Paris was the one who called for me, so I came. Didn't exactly know that I was going to be orbing in the middle of a war zone" Chris snapped back.

Wyatt glared at Paige's eldest daughter, who in turn glared back just as heavily. While Wyatt's came from some sort of protective stance for his brother, Pairs was just being her stubborn self, not wanting to get blamed for something she had no control over. It was Mel who intervened knowing that this could turn deadly.

"No one got hurt—

She got cut off when Wyatt scoffed and gestured towards Chris than turned back to Paris and continued their glaring match.

"Okay, no one was mortally hurt and it's no one's fault" she said, adding the last part to Wyatt. She sent a shrill glower at Chris for starting this. He just put on his best innocent face.

"Did we forget who the victim here was?" he asked, playing the hurt card. Mel and Prue both scoffed, while Phalen blushed lightly.

"We did call you here for a reason" Mel said, rolling her eyes. Sometimes Chris could act like a complete kid.

"I am assuming it wasn't to get hit with a darklighter arrow" he said, smirking. Mel groaned and thumped Chris on the back of the head.

"Owwww, Wyatt. She hurt me" he whined to his older brother, who was still in a silent glaring match with Paris.

Wyatt turned when he heard Chris's voice and put on his big brother face, "Who hurt you?"

Chris pointed at Mel with a pout, sticking his bottom lip out and quivering it slightly.

Mel glared heavily at her elder cousins and Prue just held her head in her hands, rubbing her temples lightly. Paris walked over and linked arms with her twin.

"Two million years of evolution and this is what we get. What morons" she said, inclining her head towards the only males in their family line.

Prue and Mel laughed, instantly agreeing with her and Phalen blushed, not knowing which side to pick. She hated it when they did this. Couldn't they just all get along?

The girls left, heading towards the parlor and Wyatt turned to Chris.

"We need to win the dominance back, Chris. If we don't stop this now, the women will take over the world" he said, than paused, "Or at least the house"

Chris laughed, "And I guess they left us to clean up the mess and start finding the darklighter that attacked, huh?"

Wyatt glared at the space that they had just occupied with a scowl. "We need more men in the this house"

"You know, I think she sometimes forgets whose older in this family and who has the deed to this house" Chris said, a evil smile on his face. The ownership had officially been Piper's and she in turn passed it to her sons.

Wyatt smirked, "Nice"

"That's why I am considered the brain and you the brawn, Wy" Chris continued, starting on the stairs. Wyatt rolled his eyes and followed his younger sibling towards the attic.

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Dean flipped through the channels of the TV bored, finding nothing on. He tried not to glace at the door Chris had disappeared behind and frowned in confusion.

He had heard about intense study sessions from Sam but knew that Chris would need a release some time.

"Hey, Sam" he called over to his brother, who was diligently working on his own schoolwork.

Sam's grunt of recognition was all he got and Dean took it.

"Does Chris have an adjoining bathroom?" he asked. He waited a second for his brother's reply.

"No, neither of the bedrooms do! We share the one in between the rooms" Sam answered, not even looking up from his work.

"Than he must have a largest bladder in the world, he's been in there what… three hours and not one single break to pee" Dean said, suspiciously.

He heard Sam's exasperated sigh and movement. Sam walked into the living room and put his hands on his hips.

"We do have finals next month. He's just concentrated on his work" Sam said, annoyed. Dean would do anything to discredit Chris.

"Well, being the kind person I am. I'll go remind him that his furniture's probably not waterproof" Dean said, just making the excuse to take a good look at Chris's room.

Sam tried to stop his brother before he made an utter fool of himself but was unsuccessful as Dean was closer and only had to take a few strides before he was in front of the door. He griped the knob hard and pushed but was irritated to find it was locked.

"Dean stop it. Your being an arrogant ass" Sam said, walking over and gripping Dean's muscled shoulder, attempting to pull him back. But even though Sam was taller, he was by no means stronger.

Dean pulled away effortlessly and knocked loudly on the door. When he got no answer on the first try he shoved in the door in, breaking it off the hinges.

Sam gaped at his brother, as Dean just walked in without thinking of the consequences. Sam hesitantly followed him, hoping that Chris wouldn't be too made at the intrusion.

He was very surprised when he found the room empty of its occupant.

TO BE CONTINEUD

Plutobaby494: Whew, finally done! That took all day to write! Advil!! (Cries out in pain and clutches throbbing fingers)!! Besides my obvious distress, I'd like to know what you think!! All suggestions are taken seriously and I see if they can be added and If they'd make sense! I won't use them all but I will give credit where credit it due… though if you all suggest the same thing, that could get kinda hard!!

Oh, and Chris's cousins aren't a major role in this fic! I had just been spending so much time on placing Dean in the story that I kinda neglected poor Chris! They'll play small parts but from now on will mostly just be mentioned!! Though Wyatt will defiantly be coming back since he is a major role!!

And the concert with Def Leppard, Styx and Foreigner is actually true! They're coming in September and have tickets!! Yay! I can't wait!

Thanks to all my loyal reviewers!! All of the reviews were very detailed and I appreciate that, it makes me happy! And it's one of the reasons I am updating so fast! You keep the story alive!!

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