Whew so this chapter spans about a few seasons, don't hate me guys because I promise that next chapter will feature some of the goods stuff such as including Chris on the hunts and more of his magic.


The witch heard banging at his door which woke him from his peaceful dream involving Dean in spandex, he brought his head up to see that Dean had already left which meant that Sam had left too, "Could've at least said goodbye, assholes," He sat up right when Bobby took the initiative to open the door without any warning.

"Put some clothes on, good clothes because I got you an interview, now I cooked breakfast, your choice if you want to eat it."

Chris groaned at the sunlight, he was sore in all the right places and the last thing he wanted to do was go anywhere but it was one of the stipulations of staying at Bobby's place, "You didn't have to do that Bobby, I could made breakfast," He yawned into his palm

Bobby shrugged, "Well it's not like I caught any sleep, it was damn hard with all the noise you two were making last night,"

Chris's eyes popped open and he refused to look at Bobby, "What-, Bobby, how did you-?"

Bobby looked at him as if it was obvious, "Boy, you're not the first one Dean tried sneaking past me in my own house, I hear everything, now let's go I got other things to do today."

Chris quickly dressed in better attire than his casual wear, button up shirt with some pressed slacks to make him look better for his interview, he idly wondered where Bobby had got him employed before continuing his freak out about what Bobby was going to do with this information.

He sat down, quietly at the table, a plate of pancakes, eggs, and bacon staring right back at him, he mentally wondered if Bobby had put anything else inside of his food before taking a bite at the man's insistence, he chewed slowly, checking for any pills and such. They sat side by side, Bobby watching him as he ate, "So, I'm guessing Sam doesn't know about what you two been doing?"

The witch shook his head, the cat was out of the bag so there was no use in lying, "No he doesn't and I'd appreciate it if you didn't say anything,"

"That's none of my business, only thing that's hurting is your conscience, I don't care as long as you're quiet and keep that room clean," Bobby was looking at him still, Chris wondered what the man was thinking, "Why haven't you told Sam, Chris?"

Chris gave a sigh, "Dean doesn't want me to say anything, he wants to tell Sam himself," He doubted that Bobby wanted any extra details, the man didn't seem that interested to hear their dirty laundry but merely just wished to know the surface of it all.

"Sounds like Dean, alright," The man shook his head and stood, "Let's go, she's ready for ya," Chris finished up his plate, putting it in the sink, and followed after Bobby.

They had just left Bobby's auto yard and Chris decided to speak up, "Hey, Bobby, thank you for everything, giving me a place to stay and for the whole Dean thing, plus you found me a job," He would be grateful for Bobby for doing all of this while really asking for nothing in return.

Bobby paid his thanks little mind however, "Don't worry about it, it's not like we could have taken you anywhere else, and it's not like we could leave you alone with that demon still around. Just do me a favor, boy?"

Chris nodded for Bobby to continue

"Look after them," Bobby finally turned to him with a serious look, "Those boys, they can be real idjits sometimes and I can't always be there to look after them, keep em from doin something stupid,"

"I was doing it while Sam was at Stanford, I can do it now," Of course Chris was going to do that anyway but if it meant being in Bobby's good graces then he'd do it officially, "What kind of job did you get me anyway?"

"Bartender at a friends bar, she said she could use someone for the night shift, truthfully it was either this or sewage department for the town."

Chris nodded, "Bar it is then,"

They drove for a few hours, Chris wondered if he could just orb to and from, until they reached a loan roadhouse in the distance, "Well, here we are, the owner's name is Ellen, she's a tough cracker so don't try anything funny, kid,"

The witch chuckled, "Wouldn't dream of it, Bobby," Chris hopped out of the truck, he knew Bobby would stay since they drove two hours to get here and Bobby would probably be his ride home. The roadhouse was about the size of any other bar, it reminded him of one of those told timey cowboy saloons, "Harvelle's Roadhouse," Chris red off from the sign above it.

The inside of the saloon was dusty, it looked much like a biker bar, Chris had been to a few of them, wasn't really his crowd but he had fun with the people. He ran finger across the bar, it reminded him of the club he left behind at Stanford, he had just realized he had up and left without any explanation. Chris wondered what his boss had done, had he even head what happened?

He was knocked from his thoughts when he felt a lanky arm circle around his neck, he brought up an arm to keep the person from choking him out. Chris frantically made an attempt to pull the person off bu the lanky arm was surprisingly strong.

'When in doubt, use their weight against them,'

In a second he swiped his foot under his assailants legs, bringing them out from under them, Chris used that momentum to lean backwards using both their weights to bring the man smacking down on the ground.

The man let out a groan, "Probably shouldn't have done this with a hangover,"

"Ash, that's enough let him go,"

The lanky arm left his throat and Chris jumped up as soon as possible and stared at his assailant, he was a little embarrassed that a man with a mullet had gotten the drop on him. He also had a potbelly, mustache, all around it was someone he would never admit had gotten him in a choke hold.

He stood and dusted off his jeans and his cut up jacket, "Good, strong for a little willy guy,"

"Strong for someone whose only meal consists of baby back ribs,"

The woman rolled her eyes, she looked young, about the same age as his mother if not a few years older, she had long brown hair, wrinkles around her mouth, and hard brown eyes, "The name's Ellen Harvelle, this here's my place you're standing in,"

He held his hand out to her, "Chris Halliwell, I feel like I should already be speaking to someone about him," He nodded towards Ash when Ellen shook his head.

"You can but it's not gonna do much, Ash doesn't work here. I needed him to see what you can do, you're going to be working in a bar full of hunters, need you to be able to take care of yourself."

Chris raised an eyebrow, "You run a hunter bar?" Chris knew that it was the Sam and Dean kind of hunter, Ellen was a friend of Bobby's so he doubted it was the normal type.

Ellen held her hands out, "I run a bar, hunters just seem to gather here, the pay is nine bucks an hour, you'll be working nights so get some sleep, I'm going to need your main number, not a throwaway."

Chris looked greatly confused, "Wait, is there no interview or anything?" He asked, he was prepared and dressed nice, he at least wanted to interview for the job.

"Can you mix a jack and coke?"

"Of course,"

Ellen nodded, "Job's yours then, you close so don't kick out Ash, well you can just don't expect him to stay gone, if you see a blonde girl her name's Jo, that's my daughter, keep your hands to yourself," She warned him and he nodded with a smirk on his face.

"No worries, mam,"

Annoyance overtook her face all of a sudden, "It's Ellen, I'm not that old,"

Chris took a look around the bar and wondered how he'd make this work , he doubted he would fit into the crowd, the drinks weren't what he could normally make, and he'd have to drive hours to get to work everyday.


Chris downed the five shots set in front of him full of tequila, one after another before his opponent had a chance to finish a shot Chris was already on to the next one. Once all five shots were done he licked the line of salt and squeezed the slice of lime into his mouth, the sour bitter taste of it all left his tongue quivering but he endured, he exhaled in relief as his spectators started cheering, "I told you tequila can't faze me!"

The man who was Chris's challenger sulked off somewhere after giving up a hundred dollars for their bet. He received a few pats on the back from some of the other hunters in the bar, it had been a few months and he had already grown friendly with many of the bars patrons, being on a first name basis with the regulars, "Next time you want an excuse to binge drink just come find me, Eddy!" He yelled at the older gentleman's retreating form.

"Chris, that's comin out of your paycheck!" Ellen yelled from her home upstairs, the nights were hard to sleep since it was usually packed what with Chris rowdying things up with everyone.

Chris groaned, "Come on, Ellen just put it on my tab,"

"That's coming out of it too!"

He hit his head on his counter top with a thunk, that was the third time something had been cut out of his paycheck, not like it was Ellen's fault it's just that hunters loved to drink as did Chris so it was a bad idea to put the two together. He had made some seriously good money here, enough to please Bobby and put him at rest for letting Chris stay with him, and enough to get Chris his own car which really didn't matter since Chris only used it for appearances, when he went to work he orbed his car with him, Chris still left early enough to where Bobby didn't question how he was crossing into another state within a few minutes.

He spent the time he was supposed to take during his trip running errands or just messing around, he even partook in some hunting between the two areas.

The witch didn't consider putting a few ghosts to rest hunting but his stories got him some praise from people.

He also laughed when he read that in order to dispatch a ghost you had to either burn their bones or destroy whatever object they were attached too. Chris being taught by the Charmed ones thought it best just to find whatever was keeping them there. Normal humans couldn't see a ghost until they're vicious and rapid, witches could see exceptionally strong ghosts who could just be lost souls.

Normally just talking to them helped them move on, sometimes he had to talk to some distraught wife or make sure a kid went down the right path. It wasn't a bother at all, he rather enjoyed getting back to his old life, though he hadn't found any demons yet he had found a nice caveat.

The itch for demon hunting was scratched with just regular hunting.

He heard something hit the counter and looked up to see a wad of bills, the arm on top of those bills was attached to an older gentleman, possibly old hunter. He was tan with dark hair with a few gray flecks around his head and beard. His eyes are what really startled Chris, they were hard, almost stone cold but one who wasn't experienced couldn't tell from just looking at him. This man had seen so much and had survived, the man reminded him of Bobby.

But Chris would daresay he looked like Sam.

"I'll take care of it," His voice was gruff, deep and heavy, Chris had a feeling of sorrow for him but he was smiling, his expression wasn't giving way to anything.

Chris smiled at the man, "You don't have to do that, If I just flirt with her she'll let it go,"

It's happened before

The man held up a hand, "No, I insist," With his tone Chris believed there wasn't much room for argument, "How about you keep an old man company?"

Chris raised an eyebrow, "You don't have enough money for that, sir," The man gave a small laugh though Chris wasn't entirely joking because that has also happened before. So instead he decided to pore a man a glass of jack and slid it over to him.

The man looked at the glass in appreciation, "How'd you know?"

"You look like a jack kind of guy," He nodded towards the glass, "What's your name stranger?" He could see the man's hand tighten around the glass ever so slightly, Chris couldn't explain why he was on guard around him.

"It's John," He dropped a double barrel shotgun on the counter, "John Winchester,"

That was why

The whitelighter stood straight and backed up a few paces, a million thoughts were flowing through his head, but there was one he wasn't afraid to voice, "I should call Sam and Dean, they're out their looking for you, you know," The shotgun on his counter was off putting but he wouldn't show that John made him uncomfortable

The man was calm once more, actually he was smirking, "I know, I have my reasons for not finding them, but that's not why I'm here, I'm just here to see the man whose been with my son." He held out his glass for Chris to refill.

The witch's eyes shot open, his hand stalled for second before he grabbed the bottle to refill the man's drink. His heart was beating faster than before, he didn't want to assume anything though, that old saying popping back into his head, "I met Sam in college, was a cool dude, kind of a nerd but he was my roommate so I was forced to be friends with him, don't regret a day of it-,"

"I wasn't talking about Sam,"

"What do you want?" Chris was serious now, his hands were white tight gripping the counter, he could feel himself sweating but he knew he wasn't. Chris felt as if he were being stared down by a member of the tribunal.

John looked as calm as ever, holding his hands out as if he were relaxed, "I told you, I just wanted to see the man whose been with my son,"

Chris raised an eyebrow, "How long have you known?"

"Long enough, I'm still surprised you managed to seduce my son who I believed was strictly into women. But I think it's in your best interest if you were stop seeing Dean,"

Chris felt a ping of annoyance, he could feel his eye twitching, "Why do you say that?"

"You saw what happened to Jess, you know it happened to their mother too the exact same way. I'd rather not have another defenseless person in the line of fire between us and this demon." Though his intentions sounded noble Chris had the feeling John was demeaning him, "I don't much care for the fact that you're a man but if you can't handle being in danger then it's best you stay away from my boys."

Chris almost laughed but he chose to glare instead, "Before I met those two bozos my life was in danger every week, hell I fought Dean and Sam and kicked their asses no problem I think I can handle myself just fine,"

John gave out a sigh, "It's your death wish kid, don't say I didn't warn you," He stood, down his drink and headed towards the door, "You can call them but I'll be long gone before they even get here,"

Chris watched the man leave, relief approaching with every step towards the door, he debated on calling Sam and Dean but knew that John was right, they'd just get their hopes up while meeting another dead end and Chris didn't want to put them through that.

He also didn't want to explain to Dean that John knew of their relationship because he was sure would probably freak out and do something stupid again.

He looked at the bottle of Jack in hands before taking off the cap, after that ordeal he could definitely using something to numb this feeling of anxiety.


There was nothing but silence between the two of them, the blinds were drawn casting a shadowy glow in the room, not too bright and not too dark. They sat together, Chris sat in between Dean, and didn't say a word while they stewed in the wake of John Winchester's death. Dean was silent as he thought over his father, whose funeral was just outside, waiting for him, with everything that had just happened, he had expected that everyone would get out safe and sound.

Boy was he wrong

They had found the Colt, the only thing that could kill the yellow eyed demon dead, they had exorcised Meg back to hell, saved their dad only to find out that yellow eyes had possessed him. He had almost killed Dean but Sam had gotten the demon to let go of their father by shooting the man in the leg. They were on their way to the hospital when a truck collided with Dean's car almost killing everyone in the process.

Dean was hospitalized, near the brink of death but somehow he had made it through, he couldn't remember anything from when he was dying but Sam had told him he had said he was being chased by a reaper.

Dean saw John once before the man died, Sam had told him that John had ingredients to summon a demon and if the reaper was coming for someone then there was no giving the slip to one. Dean believed his father made a deal for his life and if that didn't put the biggest amount of guilt that anyone's ever had on his shoulders then he didn't know what would.

He was responsible for his father's death.

"I am going to kill Sam,"

Dean was taken from his thoughts by Chris's outburst, he looked down at the man confused, "I'm happy I'm not he one in trouble this time, but why?"

Chris looked ruefully ahead, he was dealing with his own turmoil about the whole ordeal, "No one said anything to me, no one shot me a text or a call saying 'Hey, us idiot brothers landed ourselves in the hospital, oh and also one of us is dying.' I can't believe you two." It was true, he had to learn about It from Bobby and that was after he had gotten home from work. He rushed over instantly but Dean was already awake by that point, and John was already gone, he remembered when he had met John , it was only a few weeks ago but Chris hadn't forgot what the man was like the only time they had met.

"It's not like I could so don't get mad at me,"

"You could have said you guys found the demon and were cornering it, I could have helped you guys and maybe this wouldn't have happened-,"

"Yeah and maybe you'd be dead too," And Dean would certainly make a deal to get Chris back if his lover died.

"Maybe not," Chris said, he'd use his magic if he had to, even though it was dampened with the yellow eyed demon around, "I'm coming with you guys-,"

"Dammit Chris, I said no and I mean it!" Dean almost yelled, he stood from the bed and went to the door, "I already lost my dad and I won't lose you too, you're staying here and I don't want to hear it." Dean continued when it looked like Chris was about to protest, he walked out ready to attend his father's funeral.

Chris looked towards the shut door, knowing what Dean was going through but he just couldn't agree with the man. Dean wanted to protect him but he wanted to protect Dean as well and he surely couldn't do that for Bobby's house.

He'd stay at Bobby's place but he'd be sensing for them, if they were in danger then he wouldn't sit still for long.


Chris slid a glass of whiskey to the blonde woman sitting at the edge with her head on the counter, she took it with a smile and he slid down to where she was sitting, "Courtesy of the bartender, he saw you looked a little down and wanted to see if your smile was as cute as the rest of you." He winked at her

She laughed before taking a sip, "Smooth Chris, but don't go there because if you weren't so into guys then we probably would be screwing like bunnies." She gave him a sultry look before sipping her drink again.

He shook his head with a chuckle, "If I wasn't attracted to men I'd probably be a monk or something," He didn't even want to think about it, "What's got you so down in the dumps?"

She lost her smile and groaned, "My mom," Her head went back down on the counter, her hair splaying everywhere.

"Another fight?"

She nodded

"Well you gotta understand she wants to keep you safe, you want to go out hunting but it's very dangerous." Gosh Chris could hear himself sounding like his own mother but he cared about Jo, she was around his age and the only comic relief he had apart from his phone calls and quarter monthly visits from Sam and Dean.

She shook her head, moving hair out of her face, "It's not just the hunting, I need to start my life Chris and I sure as hell can't do that working at this dump." Jo didn't actually mean that but like any disgruntled employee she hated her job, "I met someone who made me want to do that, hunting is just all I know how to do and I know that I can do it."

Chris looked at Jo, really looked at her, and saw a grown woman. Her plight reminded him of something similar he had went through with his own mother.

"What do you mean you want to move out?" Piper looked at both h er sons, Wyatt who was only nineteen and Chris who had just turned eighteen a few months ago, both of her boys were fully grown witches in their own right but, like any mother, she didn't want her birds leaving the nest too soon, "You two are way to young to move out, your aunts didn't move out till their thirties!"

"Well that's because you guys had to stay together, power of three and all that," Wyatt said as he was packing one of his boxes, "I already have an apartment and we're moving in a few days, mom, you couldn't expect us to stay here forever could you?"

"Well, no, but I just assumed it wouldn't be the minute you two are considered legal." She said, displeasure clearly coating her tone, "You're the power of three too, and the power of three is stronger at the manor!"

Chris rolled his eyes, "You don't even let Melinda come out with us mom, so since the power of three isn't demon hunting that means Wyatt and I have been hunting on our own and we will continue to do so even at our apartment." He was looking through his old yearbook album, mindlessly flipping through the pages

Piper clenched her mouth as she tried thinking of something, "You don't have the book, what if you need the book in a pinch, huh?"

"We'll orb here to look through it,"

"The crystals?"

"We'll make our own,"

"Scrying crystal?"

"Make it ourselves,"

"Potion ingredients?"

Both of them looked at her, "You wouldn't let us your ingredients?" Wyatt asked in a small voice

Piper blew out a puff of air through her nose, "Of course you can," She folded her arms, she really didn't want her boys leaving the manor, she wished Leo was here and not at magic school to talk to some sense to them.

She felt twin pairs of arms rub at her shoulders, "It'll be alright mom, we'll just be a few streets down from aunt Phoebe's place, and we'll always be an orb away," Chris told his mother, "We'll make sure to call everyday, tell you about every demon we kill-,"

"And we'll come home once a week because I can't cook and Chris hates to cook, pretty sure we'll need some home cooked food once in awhile."

Piper knew she couldn't stop them, "You boys, you've grown up so fast," She turned to bring the both of them into a hug, "Can't believe you're going to leave me alone with your father and Melinda,"

"I can hear you, you know!"

"We know!" The three of them said in unison

Chris was brought out of his musings by Jo requesting for another drink, he grabbed to bottle to pour her one, "I think you should do it,"

Jo was startled by him suddenly speaking up and was worried about he was saying, "Do what?" She parroted, "Leave and go do something for myself?"

He nodded, "You're an adult, it's not like you need permission, I know you want your mom's approval but truth is she's trying the best way she knows how to keep you safe, and she's not wrong, but I agree that you're not living, truly living, being holed up in this place." Chris told her, she looked contemplative so he continued, "So if you feel you need to go, Jo, then go, just know that if you're ever in trouble I'm always a second away." And Chris meant it, he would orb to her in a second if she were ever in trouble hunting.

She looked uplifted, as if by Chris saying that had ignited her will to follow her dreams, "Thanks, Chris," She smiled and kissed him on the cheek before running upstairs

"Ellen is totally going to kill you for that," Chris grin turned upside down and he turned to Ash with a glare.

He grabbed a fistful of the man's shirt and brought them closer, "That's why we aren't going to tell her, Ash," Ash and he had a good relationship, the man was smarter than Chris which wasn't an easy task, but he would be a little annoyed with some of the man's antics, such as him wanting to tell Ellen everything he does so he could get in her good graces, "You want Jo to be happy just as much as I do,"

"Yeah but I want Ellen to not be pissed off!" Ellen allowed Ash to sleep there IF she was in a good mood, if she wasn't then Ash was basically homeless

"Telling her I was responsible for her daughter leaving would piss her off even more, maybe past the point to where she might kick out a mullet having flannel wearing hobo, don't you think so?"

Ash couldn't help but nod, his stomach forming a pit since he might have to reserve a spot under a bridge for tomorrow.


Ellen was wiping down a glass when she heard someone enter through the doors of the roadhouse, she looked up to see that It was Chris, "Chris, what the hell are you doin here, didn't I give you the day off?" She asked as he sauntered up towards the bar.

He took a seat and dropped his backpack on a near chair, "What a man can't come to his job on his day off and get free alcohol?"

She raised an eyebrow and put reached under the counter for her bowl of pretzels, "Sorry we only serve to paying customers around here," She set out the bowl and looked for her bag of pretzels but when she found it, it was empty, "Damn, Chris could you go to the back and get another bag of pretzels for me?"

Now it was his turn to raise an eyebrow, "It's my off day Ellen, pretty sure it's illegal to make someone work on their off day."

She shook her head, "Just go get the dang bag of pretzels before I cut your pay...again," She said with emphasis and Chris went to the back with a laugh. He had decided to come here merely to get a drink before he headed into town. He had a case of people bashing their heads in (Probably a banshee since hearing one of those will make anyone want to do that) and was going to take care of it but he had a little time to spare.

He wished to see Dean though, the man was close by, he could feel it he just wasn't sure how close.

The boxes of pretzels were empty, which confused Chris since he didn't realize how quickly they went through pretzels, he went back in the front to tell Ellen, "All of these boxes are empty, drunk people must really love pretzels."

Ellen sagged with a groan, "Now I gotta go buy some more, you do not one want to see these people deprived of their pretzels, hold the fort down for a bit I'll only be gone for a bit." She grabbed her jacket and car keys, "Help him, Ash,"

Said man jumped up from the bar table with a salute, "You got it, Ellen," he watched her leave, he turned to Chris still holding that salute, "What should we do first?"

"Just go back to what you were doing, Ash, I can handle it," Chris said amused

The mullet man nodded, there was a ring from the phone, "I'll take it, captain,"

Chris just shook his head before heading to his usual space at the bar, there weren't that many patrons considering it was still around the afternoon. Just a few hunters here and there, nothing special, he looked towards the door to see another man walk in. He wasn't wearing traditional hunter clothing which really made him stick out amongst the rest.

He was shifty, almost as if he were too happy, and he was staring directly at Chris. He sauntered up to the bar before planting himself on a seat, he held his on hands while looking like the fat kid in a candy store, "Hey there, do you mind helping me out?"

Chris was on edge, his heart was beating as his brain was sending him alarms over this person this person, "Sure can, how can I help you sir?"

"I'm just the most excited little girl in the whole world," He squealed, "See, you can help me out by answering my questions, since I thought I killed you and now I get to kill you all over again, ain't that grand." He blinked and his eyes became yellow

Chris's heart was racing as he backed up while grabbing the loaded shotgun under the counter, "Demon!" Since it was a hunter bar, calling out demon would no doubt bring in some kind of cavalry and sure enough it did, the hunters who were there all brought out their guns and holy water.

Yellow eyes chuckled before snapping a finger, in that instant the walls and floors of the roadhouse were on fire. The smell of burning smoke in the air, the hunters who were there tried leaving but the door was blocked by something.

Chris went to the fire extinguisher in the back but it was gone, "Looking for this," He went back to see that yellow eyes had the fire extinguisher with him, "Yep, don't you just hate when that happens," The demon shook his head before disappearing.

The roadhouse was going up in flames by the minute, much of the infrastructure had already fallen and some people were even burning. Chris grew disparaged at the sight, he looked around for Ash and found him, the pool table collapsed on top of his lower body. He went to the man intending to save him but a burning piece of wood cut off his path, "Chris," Ash called out weakly

"Ash, hold on I'm coming to get you," Chris coughed as he used his magic to move the burning piece of wood out of the way, "We're getting out of here," He wasn't strong enough to move the pool table magically or physically.

"We're not gonna make it,"

Chris looked down at him and saw his head bleeding, something must of fell on top of him, "Yes we are, and we're getting you to a hospital," He grabbed the man's arm and orbed them out of the roadhouse, with yellow eyes being there his orbing was stifled as well so it was limited to just outside the roadhouse.

They landed outside, Ash already being unconscious from the blow of the wood to his head and Chris just about ready to orb back in and save everyone he could.

Pain flared in the back of his head as he felt something metal being struck against him. He landed on the ground, his eyesight already blurring as he stared up at the face of yellow eyes, "You're not getting away this time, kiddo," The demon laughed as Chris fought to hold on, "Night night,"

His vision went black as the smoke from the roadhouse rose higher into the air.


Dean drove silently with Bobby towards the roadhouse, he had gotten off the phone with Ash a few hours ago about the whereabouts of Sam. The man had sounded frantic over the phone about some new discovery he made about what was no doubt on the horizon. Every hunter had felt that something big was coming and Ash finding out about it could give them the upper hand over this demon.

The hunter hadn't wanted to come, he could care less about what was coming and more about finding his brother but if the two were somehow connected then he had no choice. He had the inkling of calling Chris, no doubt the other man would be pissed if he found out they neglected to tell him something big again.

He had just brought his phone out to dial the number when he turned the corner to the roadhouse, "What the hell," He breathed, the roadhouse was burned to the ground, the smoke had settled and the flames had stopped. He heard Bobby gasp from his side of the vehicle, the both of them got out of the car to inspect the damage and prayed that Ash had made it out.

They stepped over the damage, cursing every time they saw a burnt to a crisp body part. The air stunk of burning flesh and smoke and Dean could barely handle the sight, "Do you see Ellen anywhere?" He asked Bobby

Bobby however was quiet, he looked at numerous bodies for any inkling of Chris but found that he couldn't tell a man from a woman, the bodies were burned so badly any distinguishing features were gone. He looked to Dean and found that the man wasn't broken, he was anguished over the bodies but Bobby wondered if he even knew Chris worked here, Bobby surely didn't tell him and he hadn't said anything about it so far.

That's when Bobby remembered it was Chris's day off, "No, I don't," Chris wasn't here, he couldn't be, "I don't see Ash either,"

Dean looked down and saw a what looked to be a watch almost burnt to a crisp, he remembered who owned a watch like, "Dammit Ash," He said sadly, he looked towards Bobby in order to see what their next move would be.


Chris hated being unconscious.

His head felt like he was underwater, water filling his lungs and oxygen being depleted from his brain. With a sudden start he opened his eyes and involuntarily took a deep breath for air, he was panting heavily from the water that was thrown on him and he looked from one area to the next as he tried to discern where he was.

There wasn't much light except for the light bulb hanging over him, he heard the sounds of water dripping to the floor which meant he was underground or in a cave of some sorts. He tried to move his limbs but they wouldn't respond, he looked towards his arm and saw that he was shackled to some kind of slab.

"Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey," He heard that sinister voice, almost as if it were a whisper next to his ear, he looked towards the wall to see the yellow eyed demon standing there as if he had won the prize, "How'd you sleep sweetheart?"

Chris's anger rose at seeing him again, "I'm going to kill you, you yellow eyed bastard!" Chris struggled against his cuffs, the metal biting into his wrists.

The demon smirked, "If I had a nickel, why don't you try using your little trick to escape," Chris narrowed his eyes as he tried orbing out of the cuffs, he could feel the sensation of his body splitting apart but it wasn't physically happening. He tried again and again but he was stuck in the cuffs, he looked towards the metal to see strange symbols scratched into the cuffs, "What's the matter?" The demon cooed, "Performance anxiety?"

"What did you do?"

He laughed before stepping off the wall, "It's been a very long time since I've seen one of your kind walk the Earth, thought you pencil pushing bird brains loved your little paradise in the sky. Those symbols block an angels powers, you can't teleport can you?" He hovered over Chris menacingly, look a wolf that's found it's pray, "I came prepared this time,"

Chris grew worried, he couldn't use his hands so he can't use his active power on the demon so he should definitely try something else, "With these words, vanquish these chains so I can show this demon all of my-," His mouth was covered as he tried to say the last word. The spell would have freed him but the demon had caught on too soon.

The demon looked even more gleeful at Chris's show of power, "Did you just try and use a spell, like a witch?" He asked, angels didn't use spells, they just like to stand around and smite people left and right, "You're just full of surprises aren't you." He wondered, should he dare try and attempt what couldn't be done.

Chris looked worried as the demon raked his eyes over his body, "We're gonna play a little game alright?" The demon cocked an eyebrow as Chris struggled to release his bonds and remove the hand over his mouth, "It's called twenty questions, except in this version there's no cheating because I'll know if you're lying, wanna know how?"

Chris's eyes widened as the yellow eyed demon smiled, "Open wide,"


"Is this really necessary, Bobby?" Ellen said, she stared down at the shot of what was no doubt holy water and just wished she could crawl into her bed. Sadly she realized that it was most likely a pile of cinders about now.

"Just some holy water, shouldn't hurt none," Bobby placated he wanted to believe that was Ellen but he couldn't be too safe, especially now.

Ellen downed the shot, staring all three of them in the eye as she had no reaction to it whatsoever, she slid the shot back towards Bobby whose face had relief written all over it.

Dean, still reeling from his deal to resurrect Sam, had a feeling of vertigo but he decided to put it on the backburner for now, "Ellen what the hell happened, how did you get out?"

"I wasn't supposed to, I was supposed to die with everyone else." She laughed ruefully at the very thing that had saved her life, "We ran out of pretzels, out of all the things to save me." She shook her head, she had been examining everything in her head after she saw what happened. If Chris hadn't showed up and told her about the pretzels she never would have left, she would still be there having burnt with everyone.

Chris had saved her life on his off day.

She was pissed when she learned that he was responsible for Jo getting the courage to leave, almost fired him but something told her not too. Against her better judgment she kept him on but heavily cut his next pay check for her pain and suffering.

Now she'd be forever in his debt but she'd never even get to apologize.

"Ellen," She looked up to see Bobby looking at her, "He didn't show up did he?" Bobby asked, she knew who he was talking about.

"Chris showed up alright, and on his off day too that was very strange of him-,"

"Chris worked at the roadhouse," Dean interrupted, his body had gone still when Ellen had spoken of Chris. Dean didn't know this, Chris surely hadn't told him but that could be chalked up to the fact that they didn't have normal conversations when they talked. Jo said something about a new worker once but he only showed up at night and Sam and Dean were usually only at the roadhouse during the day, he looked towards Bobby to see the man wasn't looking at him, "Are you saying Chris was working when the fire started?"

"It was his off day, he wasn't supposed to come into work but he had, in fact he was the one who told me we needed pretzels. He told me he'd hold down the fort while I went out and got some, he saved my life,"

Dean's blood ran cold

"Chris is dead?" Sam said what all of them were thinking in a small voice, he could feel the sadness coming on, the exact same sadness of losing Jess. He swiped at his eyes to beat away the tears, he looked down to Dean but couldn't read any expression on his face.

Suddenly he turned towards Bobby, "Can I speak to you, Bobby?" The man nodded and the two of them stood to go outside, right back to where they were when Bobby chastised Dean over making his deal. Dean turned suddenly and grabbed both of Bobby's shoulders with an iron grip, Bobby grew surprised at the white hot anger he was exuding, "You knew about this, you knew how I'd react and you said nothing!"

"I wanted to make sure Dean, Chris wasn't supposed to show up, the boy was just in the wrong place at the wrong time." Bobby was was experiencing grief as well, Chris was the only voice in such a big house in a long time. He was a nice addition to Bobby's lonely life and though Bobby was hard on him sometimes he did truly care for him, "I'm sorry, Dean, I never wanted something like this to happen," Dean lost his grip on Bobby's shoulders. Bobby took that chance to bring Dean towards him, it wasn't difficult as the boy sagged, finally losing what was left of him after almost losing his brother and his love in the same day.

Bobby patted the man's back as he relieved his grief on his shoulder, "It's not going to help any just standing out here Dean, we got to find this thing and kill it." He said, he could feel Dean nod against him.

Dean couldn't help but agree, he needed to put aside his memories for now and focus on killing the bastard that set his world in his flames.


Chris thrashed as the demon attempted to possess him he could see the black smoke flying into his mouth, choking him, he could barely get out a scream as he was being infected with pure evil. His body burned as if touched by acid, his veins were on fire and freezing cold at the same time. The demon flew into his body, taking residence in his very soul, he could feel his mind being pushed to the back, strapped upside down hanging over molten lava.

At least that's what it felt like.

"Nice place you got here," He could feel his lips move but he hadn't moved them, "I feel like a cross between a cupcake and Tom Cruise, now let's see what's going on in that little head of yours." He could feel tendrils searching his mind, examining every aspect of his being, he struggled but found he couldn't move his own body, "That's strange, no little soul with wings in here but I detect something...peculiar."

He wished to scream and curse but found that he had no voice.

"Oh...OH...ooh," He felt those tendrils touch his mind, examining his memories, "You really are a peculiar little thing aren't you, unlike anything I've seen before. You're a witch but an angel though I've never seen powers like yours on either." The demon was touching so close to home, "Another universe?"

Chris stopped struggling, he relaxed as he knew with possession it wasn't just one way as most people believed. If someone was strong enough they could fight the possession and Chris had done it many times before. He settled and felt his magic rising, the good magic almost on par with the evil, "Two can play at this game...Azazel," Chris could feel himself speaking

Azazel nearly jumped as he heard the witch speak his name, "Oh you little..." He left out as he depossessed Chris before the boy received access to any other information, he possessed his old host and used the man's body to stand, "I'm impressed, not many can fight off a possession especially one from me, I guess being half angel and half witch makes you special one, doesn't it?"

Chris looked up and smirked at the demon whose name he now knew, "You may know what I am but I know what you're planning,"

Azazel for once stopped looking excited, his smirk turned into a frown just as quick, "You're bluffing,"

"Does the name Lilith ring a bell?" Chris instantly felt stinging pain as Azazel cracked his hand across his face, Chris smirked again, pain flaring across his face, "Struck a nerve did I?"

"Youth these days, so ready to mouth off, though I wouldn't be so quick to talk back or else your old buddy Dean's going to find himself on the wrong end of a lion pit." Chris felt the underlying threat, Azazel knew about them since those were Chris's most recent memories, "Only thing I know for sure is that you're not supposed to exist here, now that you do fate's decided to place you in events, that bitch." He put his hands on the slab Chris was attached and donned a nonchalant demeanor, "So here's what I'm going to do, I'm going to let you go..."

Chris wouldn't dare hope

"In about a week," He finished, his demonic nature showing his torturous attitude, "About the time it takes for a human to dehydrate so I hope you had a good lunch today. In a week I'll send someone to release you, but you're going to have to find your way through the underground, up top, and if you can you're a free man." Azazel said, really this was him being his most generous, "If you can make it through the hell hounds guarding your little prison, that is, without being ripped to shreds. Also I've dampened the area for miles so no teleporting," He wagged his finger signifying that as a no, "You're a cute kid maybe you'll find your way out without dying,"

Chris looked at the man disgusted at being called cute by him.

"What?" Azazel raised an eyebrow, "I've already been to hell which means I'm free to do what and who I want." He jumped and skipped towards the only entrance to the room, "Have fun, little witch, by the time you escape I'm pretty sure we'll have already ruled the world so it should be a fun sight." He left, laughing, his laughter jumping off the walls straight back to him.

Chris scoffed, he opened his mouth to say the spell but shrieked when Azazel appeared right back in front of him, "Oh right, almost forgot,"

He held up a small needle and suture string and Chris, for once during this entire ordeal, felt terror.


Azazel kept Sam pinned to the tree while he kept Dean pinned to the gravestone, he was absolutely loving his life right about now. Sam was back, the door's open, Jake's dead and he gets to kill Dean with the last bullet of that infernal gun before he gets to destroy that too. Suffice to say he was as giddy as a teenager going to prom, "Sit a spell," He walked over to Dean and knelt in front of him, "So, Dean, I gotta thank you, you see demons can't resurrect people unless a deal is made, I know, red tape, it'll drive ya nuts." He shook his head, how he hated that red tape, "But thanks to you, Sammy's back in rotation," He smiled, cheerful, "Now I wasn't counting on that, I liked him better than Jake at any rate." He just loved the look of pure hatred he was getting from Dean but he knew how to make it even better.

"How about this, as a reward, I'll bring back Chris too if you just let me shorten that to about, oh say, five minutes?" Azazel nearly licked his lips, he could see it, just the fact that Dean considered it for a second nearly made him squeal, he loved messing with people it was just a natural past time, well that and torturing.

But mental torture was even more so satisfying to him

"You son of a bitch," Dean ground out

Azazel nodded, "You're probably right, ever heard the expression if a deal sounds too good to be true...it probably is?"

Dean scoffed, "You call that a good deal?"

"It's better than what your dad got, and you never wondered why did you?" He loved this, telling the truth seemed to put people in more pain than lying and Azazel loved that about humans, "I'm surprised at you Dean, you saw what your brother just did to Jake, now that was just cold, so let me ask...how certain are you that what you brought back was a hundred percent, pure, Sam?"

Dean looked him straight in the eye, he was trying to mask his uncertainty but Azazel could see right through him, truly he didn't know if all of that was Sam, there was a chance it wasn't there was a chance Sam was just exhibiting 'Back from the dead,' syndrome. But he'd rather say the uncertainty was worse than what it most likely was because he just loved expressions, "You of all people should know that what's dead should stay dead." He backed up and stood, "Well thanks a bunch, I knew there was a reason I kept you alive, well until now."

Dean struggled against the gravestone

"I couldn't have done it without your pathetic, self loathing, self destructive desire to sacrifice yourself for your loved ones." He brought out the colt, finger on the trigger ready to fire, "It's been a pleasure," He was a second away from squeezing when he felt someone grab his demonic soul out of his host. He turned around to see John Winchester that bane of his existence.

Dean felt some of the power lose its hold on him and he reached for the colt.

Azazel tried shaking him off but the bastard had a tight hold on him. He was finally able to overpower John and shook off the dead soul that should have stayed in hell. The demon immediately repossessed its host and stood, more pissed than excited, as he looked for the colt.

He heard a click and turned around to see that it was in Dean's hands, he didn't even have time to barter, his life in exchange for Chris's location as Dean pulled the trigger and the bullet found its way into his hosts heart.

As he felt electricity tearing apart his soul he cast one final look at Dean's smug face before he felt himself being torn to shreds.


At some point Chris passed out again, it had been hours after Azazel had left, his little show of playing doctor causing Chris such a great deal of pain that his body forced him unconscious in order to give him time to heal. Blood steadily dripped down from his mouth where the stitches were placed onto the slab of ground he was strapped on. His wrists were sore and bruised from the cuffs attached to him and he couldn't orb out of them to save his life.

Chris opened his eyes when he regained consciousness, the buzzing feeling of his mouth being stitched together still throbbing in pain. He thought of ways he could escape but his mind was coming out a blank, he couldn't orb, use his powers, or say a spell, he was completely trapped for once and there was no Wyatt or Melinda to save him.

He breathed through his nose as he tried to forget about the pain, he couldn't just wait until some demon came and freed him to be torn apart by hellhounds, he'd be to weak to fight them off.

Chris wasn't dying, he was sure of that.

But he could do nothing a few hours in and he was already hungry, he didn't know how he'd last a week without food or water.

Chris jumped as he heard sounds of dogs howling in the tunnels, he looked towards the entrance, a tear slipping down his face before his body sagged.

He knew he didn't really have a choice.

Chris didn't dream that night, to him it was the same as passing out and waking up again. Time didn't seem to move, there was no window or outside light so Chris didn't know how much time had passed. The only thing he was certain of was how many times he passed out, from pain, hunger, or exhaustion, after about the fifth or sixth time Chris started to feel the effects of dehydration.

His mouth was sandpaper dry, his own blood was the only thing keeping him hydrated.

Eventually that caked around the holes in his mouth.

Though something strange had happened, while Chris was unconscious he felt something within him, his power was somehow still growing. At one point he had the feeling of an out of body experience, he was looking down at his own body.

And it looked horrible.

Once he realized how he looked he woke up again, it was like a ghost staring down at it's dead body.

He looked around sporadically, he calmed for a second in order to feel his heart, he sighed through his nose in relief when he felt that it was still beating. Chris briefly wondered if he was dreaming or maybe he actually was dying and his soul was leaving his body. Through the course of his stay it continued to happen again and again, in some he could touch his body and in some his limbs floated through the chains.

It kept happening until Chris came to one a final conclusion something that would explain what was happening and how he would escape.

He was astral projecting

Astral projection is a power that a witch can either learn or receive, it allows someone to project their spirit out of their body onto the physical plane or even the another plane of existence. Chris knew that his aunt Prue could astral project when she was alive so since Chris had her powers that meant his charmed powers would grow like hers.

While he was conscious he trained, the throbbing pain in his mouth had been reduced to a dull thud. He was starving, exhausted, and dehydrated so whenever he wasn't passed out then he was trying to perfect his astral projection. His eyes were closed as he dwelled on the sensation of his powers, his body sagged as he felt his spirit leave.

Suddenly he was looking down at his body and once he knew of that fact he was still solid, "Yes!" He pumped his fists in the air, he missed the sound of his own voice and being able to talk. He knew every sensation he felt know couldn't be transferred but he licked his own lips and stretched loving the feeling of being able to.

He knew it wouldn't last long however so he got to work immediately, "These chains that have a hold on me, break them apart so that I may find sanctuary." With astral projection one couldn't use their active powers but casting spells was still possible. For the first time in awhile he felt a glimmer of hope as the cuffs broke and his arms and legs were released.

Now for the hellhounds, he knew he wouldn't be able to just walk out of here alive, the hellhounds were still out there as he could hear their howls from afar, "These dogs of hell, let them see and smell, that which they obey, the demon Azazel," He looked down to see his body be enveloped in light as it changed to the last form Azazel took.

The astral projection released and he opened his eyes feeling all of the pain that was only on his physical form. He tried to move his mouth to talk but winced when he remembered it was still stitched. He stood, almost falling to the ground trying to do so, he hadn't used his legs in who knows how long but he wouldn't give out until he left this hell hole.

He orbed and Azazel was true to his word, his orbing was dampened to where he could only orb a few feet.

That would not stop him, he continued to orb while also sensing people, if he could find someone's location then he would follow that until he reached the outside.

The nearest person was so far away he almost lost hope.

It took him hours, he had to walk past the hellhounds or else they'd suspect something was up. They saw and smelled Azazel but if he suddenly orbed then they'd know it wasn't their actual master and they'd rip Chris to shreds.

Once he was in the clear he kept orbing and orbing until he found the literal light at the end of the tunnel. He was so tired and exhausted that his vision was blurred, Chris kept going however, the dampening being lessened the farther he went from the tunnel eventually he was able to orb but he was so exhausted he orbed onto the middle of the road before passing out.

This time he didn't astral project but he was finally free.

Chris woke with a start after sometime had passed, he realized he was in a bed and his mouth was finally unbound. He opened his mouth to breathe and for once in a long time felt his tongue, even though it felt like dirt it was his tongue. He wasn't starving or dehydrated anymore but he felt like utter shit.

He looked around his room noting it was small, he saw a button on his bed and pressed it which probably called nurses to his room. He only had to wait a second before doctors burst inside looking at him in wonder, "Hey," He meekly said, his voice sounded like he had been a chainsmoker since childhood it was so raspy.

After awhile of studying and inspecting him most of the doctors left until he was left with one, "How are you feeling, Mr. Smith?"

Chris cocked an eyebrow, "Mr. Smith?" He repeated, his throat felt itchy, he could really go a glass of water right now, "My name's Chris Halliwell,"

The doctor jumped, "Oh right, sorry that's just what the rest of us have been calling you, when you were dropped here you were without a wallet so we couldn't tell who you were."

Chris looked down towards his legs wondering how he got here in the first place, "How did I get here,"

The doctor held on to her clipboard tightly, "A couple found you on the road, your mouth was stitched closed and your body was severely starved and dehydrated. Your stitches were infect but the infected was recent so we cured when you were brought here, you were lucky to be alive, Mr. Halliwell."

Chris touched his mouth where his stitches were, he was lucky, extremely so, no doubt the stitches would leave scars though, "How long have I been here?"

She looked down before taking a seat on the bed, "When I tell I'm going to need you to stay calm, alright Mr. Halliwell," Chris looked at her wearily but gave a small nod, "You've been here about three months."

"Three months!" Chris shouted in disbelief, "I can't have been here for that long!" The doctor nodded in confirmation that he had been there while his body healed itself.

"You were in a coma, your body was in a really bad state when you arrived."

His magic must have been powered down from his time here, no doubt it took a huge burst to allow him to astral project under extreme circumstances. He knew his powers weren't supposed to expand without the presence of Melinda and Wyatt and without the magic of his home dimension.

He had gained that power only because his magic needed him to escape before he died.

"Now that you're here you can explain to the authorities who did that to you, it's going to be alright, we'll call up your family and get you home." The doctor left the room, no doubt to call the police.

Chris knew that he couldn't tell the police he had been trapped by a demon so he did what he could, he split his body and orbed to the only location he truly knew was safe.

Bobby Singer's salvage yard.

Chris would never believe how fast his heart raced at seeing the salvage yard again, he never thought he'd be overjoyed by the hundreds of rusted beat up cars that littered the place. His legs still felt weak, as if he hadn't used them in months, he hobbled his way up the salvage yard towards the door. He was intending the just knock but ended up beating the door and sagging on it.

Chris rolled his eyes at himself, he scoffed, "I need to seriously man up," He stood on his legs, they wobbled but he attempted to stand firm. He heard footsteps coming near the door and when it opened Bobby stood there, shocked and terrified at seeing Chris, "Hey Bobby," Chris greeted

"Chris?" Bobby breathed, he looked at the boy he previously thought was dead who now stood in his door in a hospital gown, "You're alive?"

Chris nodded, he grabbed Bobby in a hug, he nearly cried in relief at seeing the older man again but held back, his eyes watering up, "What did you think some old fire could keep me down?"

They ended up in Bobby's kitchen, Chris sitting at the table with a glass of holy water in front of him, "Really Bobby?"

"Can never be too sure boy," Bobby said as he stood with a shotgun in hand just in case Chris wasn't real. Chris down the holy water in one shot and looked at Bobby to see if he was satisfied, "That's not the only test you need to pass."

Chris rolled his eyes every time he passed one of those tests, but he endured them if it meant Bobby would trust him, "Now that you know I'm not some ghouly can I please get a 'Hello Chris, it's nice to know you're not dead?'"

Bobby smirked, "Hello Chris, how the hell did you get out of that fire?"

Chris lost his jovial mood as he remembered that fire and Ash, he wondered if Ash was even still alive, "Ash and I made it out, Azazel himself had been the one to set it but when we did he knocked me out and kidnapped me. I only broke free about three months and half months ago," Chris had speculated he had been inside his prison for about a week and half, it had only felt right to him.

"Azazel?"

"Yellow eyes," Chris remembered that's what they called him, "Bastard droned on and on about his endgame since he thought I was going to die." Chris stuck his tongue out at no one in particular but it was aimed towards Azazel, "He kept me in some tunnel but he didn't kill me which was a surprise,"

Bobby looked skeptical but it was his job too, but it seemed that Chris wasn't lying, "How'd you break free?"

Now Chris had to lie, "I remembered how to create holy water, when one of the guards came to feed me I doused the bastard and escaped." It wasn't a good lie but it's not like the time he spent locked up he was deducing how to tell Bobby how he escaped.

Bobby looked satisfied with the answer however, "Well I'm just glad you're alive, we were all torn up when we thought you had died."

"How were Dean and Sam?"

"A lot of cars out there with broken windshields," Bobby said ruefully though he wouldn't fault the boy at all, "Sam just handled things the only way he could and kept working."

Chris nodded it seemed like Sam and Dean destroying things definitely fit his personality, "What happened Bobby, I don't think Azazel would have burned down the roadhouse for nothing."

Bobby sighed, "I'll make you something to eat, no doubt you're starving, it's going to be a long story."


Dean drove on the road in silence, Sam had just finished chastising him for his lack of care for his own being. They had just finishing kicking some vampire's ass and burning down his nest down near Texas where finding a vampire was unlikely.

Cowboy Vampires, who would have thought.

Ever since Sam learned about his deal he's been trying to get Dean out of it. Dean already told him what would happen should Dean try to weasel his way out of his deal but Sam wasn't hearing it. He was touched, really he was but he'd rather Sam live than he drop dead trying to save Dean. Sam could have a life, he could go back to Stanford, find another wife, live the white picket fence life the both of them dreamed about.

He could quit hunting for good and be a civilian, Dean could not however, hunting was all he knew and all he'd be good at. There was no point trying to save a man who would eventually die to some ghoul anyway.

Besides, ever since Chris died he was dead inside anyway. He refused to live without Sam and Chris, he wouldn't be left alone like that, Dean just couldn't find the strength to do it.

He was getting ready to talk to Sam, maybe convince his brother to head with him to Atlantic city when his cell phone rang, he took it out his coat pocket and looked at the caller idea seeing it was from Bobby. Maybe the old man had something on his deal or how to find who had it, "What's up Bobby?"

"Dean,"

Sam jerked, almost knocking his head against the windshield when Dean slammed his foot on the break in the middle of the road, "Dean, what the hell?" Sam asked in annoyance

Dean looked down at his phone before bringing it back to his ear, "Chris?" He breathed, there was no way that it was possible, "Chris, is this you?"

Sam's eyes widened and his mouth dropped, "Chris?"

"Yeah Dean, it's me,"

"B-but how-?"

"Come to Bobby's place, I'll explain everything,"

He hung up

Dean looked down at his phone again before looking back to Sam who looked just as much shocked as he felt. He grabbed the wheel tightly before hitting the gas and heading in the direction of Sioux falls, South Dakota.


Chris sat on the other side of the table away from Sam and Dean, Bobby sat with him as proof that he was actually human, "I did the tests and everything, this is really Chris you guys."

They had heard Chris's story that he told Bobby, truthfully they didn't really care, only thing they needed to know was that Chris was actually alive. Sam took the initiative to hug his lost friend, Chris hugged him back tightly having missed Sam as well, "Well if that's what it took to get you to touch me then I'd have gotten kidnapped sooner," The witch sniffed, Sam laughed too feeling old tears rise up again, this time he let them fall.

"Can't tell you how happy I am you're alive, Stimpy," Sam hadn't called him that name in years, it was a mention of when they were first roommates and awkward around each other. One night Chris was watching some tv show about a cat and dog living together and Sam had watched with him mostly because he didn't get to watch much tv as a kid.

"Back to you, Ren," Chris smiled, he looked towards Dean and nodded, when he first saw the man he had wanted to jump into his arms but held back. He same the same kind of desire in Dean's eyes but he held back for the sake of some truth to Chris being alive.

Dean nodded back in turn

"Bobby told me everything that happened and boy have I got somethings to tell you guys," Chris sat back in his chair, and leaned back, "Our good friend Azazel, yellow eyes, he was sure a talker."

"He told you his name?"

Chris nodded, "And his plans, gave a villain's monologue and everything. Sam, you were supposed to lead this army but Azazel counted on you being too much of goody two shoes." He swiped at Sam's chin eliciting a smirk, "Lilith is the actual leader but she's just a temporary leader for the next big runner."

"Who is he, we'll find him and gank him," Dean said simply

Chris scoffed, "Do you know anything that can kill Satan?" His response elicited silence and shock from the three hunters, "He didn't tell me that part but Lilith is going to try and raise Lucifer so he can start the apocalypse." Chris hadn't been able to gleam much from Azazel's mind, he had just gotten to the apocalypse before Azazel retreated from his head, "Dean," The man looked up and Chris narrowed his eyes at him, "Nice job on killing the bastard,"

Dean blinked, he could detect some underlying animosity in Chris's tone.

"Well this is new, if we don't stop the bitch the biblical apocalypse will be upon us." Sam said clearly he already knew they had to kill Lilith, now the Earth was going to burn if they didn't.

They were quiet at Chris's revelation but Bobby took the lead, "Sam, why don't you come with me so we can research this thing, you know how Dean is with books." Sam nodded not really knowing that he was leaving Chris and Dean to talk

Dean looked across at Chris and fidgeted under his gaze, Chris simply stood and walked out the door, Dean taking the silent message to follow him. Dean couldn't believe they were still sneaking around, he smirked as his head was downcast as it seemed just like old times.

Chris turned around and punched Dean square on the jaw, though it lacked its usual strength it was enough to send him to the ground.

Dean wasn't expecting the hit nor was he expecting Chris to climb on top of him, "You idiot, you made a deal with a demon, Dean?" Chris asked nearly shouting, "Don't you know where your soul is going?"

The hunter only nodded, he had gone through the same thing with Bobby and Sam and it was only fitting Chris ream him out as well.

"I can't believe you," Chris glared, when he found out what Dean had done he was pissed and when he found out that they were unsure about Sam he was even more pissed. He couldn't have brought Sam back to life but he could have been there to make sure Dean didn't do anything stupid like this.

"He's my brother, Chris," Chris's anger halted, his body ceased, "I couldn't just let my brother die,"

Then Chris knew that he couldn't really be mad at Dean, if the situation was reversed then Chris would do the same thing for Wyatt if he had to.

But he needed to be mad at Dean, "But Dean, you're dying," He whispered, the only way for Dean to get out of his contract and keep Sam alive was to get the demon who held it to destroy it. There wasn't any other way Chris knew about, making deals with Demons was much the same back at his home, they owned your soul when your time was up, "I have to watch you die,"

"You died," The hunter bit out, he remembered all the pain, the soul wrenching anguish when he believed Chris to be dead, "To us, you died, I lost you Chris and then I lost Sam. You guys left me and I did something stupid but I don't regret it, can you say that if I die you wouldn't want to bring me back?"

Chris huffed and looked away, he didn't want to cry in front of Dean but seeing the man after so long, after so much they'd been through, he couldn't help himself, "Dammit, when did you make me into such a girl," He said lowly, he felt Dean's arms embrace him and they lied together in the ground just happy being near each other once more because the road ahead of them was going to be bumpy.

"What's this I hear about you letting Sam cavort with a demon?"


Chris watch the clock tick away, he looked at the calender and saw that it was almost the anniversary of his kidnapping and Azazel's death, just another thirty hours to go until Dean dropped dead and descended to hell. The past months had been brutal, Chris had found Ellen and Jo again and they reconciled while also mourning Ash's death and the hunters who had been in the roadhouse at the time. Chris had also stayed with Bobby during the entire duration, researching all the man's books in an attempt to find something in this universe that could burn Dean's deal.

So far they had found nothing

He had always been at Bobby's place when Dean returned from hunting, always been the one to break up Sam and Dean's arguing and be a mediator between the two. Usually it was Dean's fault, the man was acting way to nonchalant about dying but when they were alone together Dean expressed his fears, Chris had often times found him having nightmares in his sleep and would have to wake him up before he started shouting.

The two of them stayed together during all of it, Chris promised to never leave him again and Dean promised he wouldn't be going to hell. They'd live, they'd stop the apocalypse and kill Lilith, and they'd start their life together, no hunting, no demons, just the life Dean wanted to live.

It was the promise that kept Dean going and trying even when it seemed pointless.

Chris had also kept Ruby at bay as best as he could, grade A bitch in his opinion. He sided with Dean on not listening to her and thankfully Sam listened to him most of the time. They had only received her help because she gave it, they didn't trust her at all.

Demons were not to be trusted on either side, Chris knew they were liars and double crosser's and Ruby would definitely double cross them.

Chris didn't need premonition's to know that.

He was getting back in shape as well, the weight lost in his coma had returned as well as his muscle mass from working out. Dean found it attractive whenever he'd come over to a sweating Chris which usually lead to some form of hijinks between the two of them.

Speaking of hijinks

There was a knocking at Chris's door, no doubt it was Dean at such a late hour, he opened the door seeing Dean in nothing but sweatpants but the man didn't look like he wanted to fool around. Chris looked at him confused and let him inside, "Someone's a little cherry tonight,"

Dean huffed, "That tends to happen when you're dying tomorrow," Dean said though he wasn't amused at all, he hadn't been able to sleep at all that week what with his death looming on the horizon. He looked at Chris, really looked at him, studied every single line of his body, remembered he favored his left leg to his right. He wanted to remember the small things like that Chris hated pickles, loved cats more than dogs, and thought musicals were a complete bore. Things such as their first date, first time they had sex, hell even the first line Dean used on him.

He wanted to remember everything because if hell was anything like Ruby described then he would forget it.

'Hell burns away your humanity, it makes you forget what being human really means,'

"Dean," Chris called when he found Dean's stare to be too lasting, the man looked pained and he didn't want Dean like that especially not now, "You're not dying remember?" He reminded grabbing his lovers hands, "You and me against the world,"

Dean smirked and looked down at him, "Against the world," he nodded and knew that didn't mean much since the world was coming to an end, "I just wanted to say...if I did die tomorrow- I want you to know..." Dean couldn't finish, the words wouldn't leave him. He had sat in his room the entire time thinking about what to say to Chris, he knew that if they failed he was goner and there was no saving him from the pit.

All those memories surfaced giving him that warm feeling, their time at the bar, at Chris's dorm back at Stanford, Dean's car, all those holidays. Every single expression Chris ever made was burned into his skull and he knew, he actually knew that what he was feeling was authentic. He had never cared about anyone as much as he cared for Chris, if his deal was broken and Chris somehow managed to die he wouldn't put any thought into making another one even if it was just for day.

Because when you love someone seeing them for any length of time, even a day, is enough to put you at peace.

"I love you,"

Chris's mouth dropped at what Dean finally blurted out.

"I don't know when it happened," He shrugged his shoulders, "Pretty sure it was the first time I took you to heaven and back but at whatever point it was I don't care, I'm in love with you, Chris Halliwell."

Chris didn't know what to say, he hadn't expected Dean to ever come out with those three words, really he hadn't even thought of Dean saying them but the man had. He was dying and now he wanted to make sure that Chris knew of his love, his body took control of himself as he leaned up and smashed their lips together. Their memories flew between them as every ordeal they had been through seemed trivial compared to this, as soon as they parted for air Chris butted their heads together and closed his eyes as he felt his throat constrict, "I love you too, Dean,"

They kissed once more

That night the two universe crossed lovers went to bed once more for what could possibly the last time. They continued what was usually an age old practice between them, something to either have fun or pass the time but that night they made love.

Something thought impossible for the two of them but two people who could never find love were somehow destined to find love with one another.

It wasn't the same as before, hot and heavy and fast, they went slow, answering each others needs and just being around the other. Whispers of love between the two of them until they both reached their peak long into the night.


They ditched him, left him there as they rode of to their deaths, drugged him with something and kept him asleep. He was beyond angry because he wanted to be there, he had said that he was going to use his magic to keep everyone safe even if it exposed him. He'd rather Dean be alive and trying to hunt him than the man dead and he was going to kill Lilith if he had the chance.

He sensed where they were in the world and orbed straight there, it was in some house in a suburban neighborhood but to Chris it was a battle ground. He sensed for Sam and Dean anywhere and looked around the house, broken furniture littered the place and he followed the trail all the way into the dining room.

Eventually he arrived but it had already been too late, he found Sam kneeling in front of the bloodied and torn body of, "Dean," Chris breathed, Sam looked up to Chris, his tear streaked face not even surprised to see him there, but Chris wasn't looking at Sam, he was looking at Dean's body, "Oh my God," He came to sit next to Sam who was sobbing for the body in his hands.

"You're too late, he's already gone," Sam held Chris too as the witch started sobbing, the three men who had the strongest relationship with each other were now only two.

Chris sobbed, harder than he's ever sobbed in his entire life, "You promised," He croaked looking at Dean's lifeless eyes, "You promised me Dean!"

"What?"

Chris looked up to Sam, steeling himself, he wouldn't lie anymore, now that Dean was gone. He shook his head, he didn't want to think like that yet but Sam was here, he couldn't continue to lie to Sam, "There's something I need to tell you, Sam,"


Again wow that was a long write, took me all day to do this but I'm glad I did now I can get to the real fun. I really hope you guys enjoy this because I know I enjoyed writing it, if you felt anything wrong hit me and I'll try and change it also it could be a bit before the next chapter so ration this one.

Piper and Leo's theme is possibly one of the better soundtracks, at least the first two minutes of it.