I'm not sure if anyone is reading this anymore, but I'm updating it anyway. I really hate leaving stories unfinished. I do have a couple of more Dean/Melinda stories after this one, but I'll only post them if people really want to read them. If you do, please do let me know. And I'd love to hear what you think about this story so far.

It picks up just where the last chapter left off...

Chapter 12

Wyatt had orbed in with Dean just as he heard the gunshot. He looked over to the door of his aunt's home to see Poppy fall to the ground. He was too late to save her.

Dean glanced at the door, past the falling body. The white-haired man was there. Dean wasn't going to let him escape this time. He ran past Poppy and towards the man. The white-haired man saw Dean and just laughed, before running down the steps to his own car. Dean wasn't about to let the guy go though.

Luckily, Dean had backup. Riley shimmered in between the man and the car. The white-haired man wasn't expecting it and ran straight into Riley. The shock on his face was a picture for Riley, who just grabbed the man and turned him around to face Dean.

Dean stepped down the steps and walked over to the white-haired man with a smug grin.

"You're gonna wish you never touched this family."

With that, Dean punched the white-haired man with all that he hand, knocking him out instantly.

"Don't touch the bullet, Wyatt!" Dana slapped her future-brother-in-law's hands away from the bullet that Dean had placed on the dining table. It was the one they'd picked up from Phoebe's house, and was now next to the one that he'd gotten from the motel room, "If you touch it, the poison will seep through you, too. Do you really want to turn evil?"

"How is she?" Pru asked, tears running down her face. Riley was holding her tight. Dean glanced over at Pru, his heart breaking. He knew exactly how she felt. He'd been in the position of something happening to his little brother when he couldn't do anything. There was the helplessness and the fear that everything was going to go south.

Dana looked up from where she sat, healing Poppy of her wounds, "I can heal her wounds, but I can't stop the poison. She'll be like Melinda."

"Great!" Pru wiped her eyes, "And Poppy can astral project."

Everyone looked at her, fear in all their eyes. They needed to figure out a way of stopping Poppy from astral projection, but all Wyatt could think of was binding her powers temporarily. That wasn't going to work.

"What about Bobby?" Sam raised the point, "Doesn't he have that panic room? It blocks magic, doesn't it?"

"Not quite, but Poppy wouldn't be able to astral project out, I don't think," Dean nodded his head and looked at Wyatt, "I'm sure he wouldn't mind looking after her while we sorted this out."

Wyatt nodded his head and looked at Dana. She agreed to taking Poppy to Bobby and locking her up for the time being. Meanwhile, they needed to get answers. They needed to know what this white-haired man was up to.

Dean and Wyatt walked into the sunroom. Chris had the white-haired man tied up and sat in a devil's trap. Dean folded his arms, looking into the eyes of the man who shot his girlfriend. He wanted to rip him limb from limb. He wanted to kill him slowly and painfully. He would do that, but right now he needed answers.

They all needed to know who was pulling the strings. It was a little too convenient that Melinda and Poppy were targets one after the other. Why those two? The demons would have found it much better for themselves to turn a more powerful witch like Wyatt.

"He's not talking." Chris sighed, but Dean wasn't accepting that. He walked over to the white-haired man and stared right at him.

"You're going to talk. You got it?" Dean said. The white-haired man just laughed, so Dean pulled Ruby's knife out of his jacket pocket. Soon the white-haired man stopped laughing and stared at the knife.

"I'd heard Ruby was fucking the Winchesters," he said to Dean, "Didn't want to believe it myself."

"Yeah, well she's dead," Dean sneered, "And now I've got all the control."

Dean slashed at the white-haired man's arm. He growled in pain as the red and orange flashes appeared, indicating that it was doing damage.

"I suggest you two get out of here if you don't want to see this." Dean told the Halliwell brothers. He was about to take extreme measures to get answers.

Wyatt and Chris took Dean's advice and walked out of the room. Well, more like Chris pulled Wyatt out of the room. Wyatt was on a bit of a destructive path right now. Their sister had almost killed his wife and was going to kidnap his daughter to raise her evil. While Wyatt knew that it was all because of a demonic poison, he wasn't ready to let Melinda get away with her actions. Nor was he going to let a demon get away with doing this.

But they did need answers. And Chris saw the glint in Dean's eyes that told him he would find out the truth. He definitely didn't want to watch the older Winchester's actions.

"What's going on?" Sam asked, looking up from the books at the dining table. Suddenly, the sound of the white-haired man screaming could be heard throughout the house. Sam clenched his jaw and didn't bother asking any more questions. He nodded his head and went back to the books. He and Dean had resorted to questionable tactics in the past. Was it really a good idea to let the Halliwells know that this was what they did to get answers?

Sam could already tell that Wyatt wasn't handling this very well. He was angry, and certainly had every right to be. Sam didn't know how he'd have handled it if tables were turned. Demonic poison or not, Sam would have beat the crap out of Dean for his thought process.

Another scream could be heard, and it seemed that Wyatt had had enough. He stormed through into the kitchen, mentioning something about getting answers of his own.

It took the others too long to realize what he really meant. By the time Chris, Sam and Riley ran into the kitchen, Wyatt had already locked himself in the basement. He was going to get answers from Melinda.

Wyatt walked down the stairs, and came face to face with his now-partially evil sister. She was just watching him with a smile.

"Hey big brother," she said with a taunt in her voice, "How's the family?"

"Fine. No thanks to you," Wyatt glared at her and then leaned forward to rest his hands on her arms. He looked directly into her eyes, "Why them?"

"Why not?" Melinda shrugged her shoulders.

Wyatt and Melinda just glared into each other's eyes. Wyatt's were full of anger, but Melinda just had a smirk that reached her green eyes. She was enjoying this. She enjoyed seeing the anger in his eyes, to see the hurt and the pain. Finally she explained herself.

"You don't remember your stint of being evil, do you?" She asked, tilting her head to one side. Wyatt's anger disappeared momentarily as he thought back to the time that he was evil. It felt like an eternity ago, but it was actually about six or seven years. He'd met a girl, who turned out to be pure evil. She'd gotten into his head and convinced him to kill his high school ex-girlfriend. That was his turning point, but there were snippets of his time being evil that he refused to think about; he didn't want to remember all the terrible things he did.

"You almost killed me, Wyatt," Melinda informed him, "With your bare hands. I have to make you suffer for that."

Wyatt stepped away from Melinda, realizing that she was telling the truth. He remembered. It was one of the memories he was suppressing. He'd tried apologizing afterwards, but Melinda didn't really want to hear it. Their relationship had been damaged a lot after that, but he thought they were getting past it. It turned out that she held a grudge well.

"I said I was sorry for that, Melinda," Wyatt shook his head, "But you really thought that killing my wife and child was going to make you happier?"

"Your daughter will be better raised with evil," Melinda shook her head, "Bianca on the other hand...well, no-one wants a damaged Phoenix. Except maybe you."

Screams from the sunroom could be heard in the attic. Melinda looked upwards, "Got a visitor?"

"Dean and Riley caught the guy who did this to you," Wyatt answered her, "Dean's getting answers now."

"He treads that fine line between good and evil well," Melinda smirked, "He'd have made a great demon. Maybe there's still a chance for him."

"You don't mean that," Wyatt shook his head, watching his sister carefully, "You saved him from Hell."

"And I'm paying for that, right now," Melinda replied, "Poppy will be too. Where is she anyway? Did you get to her in time?"

Wyatt closed his eyes as he thought about Poppy getting shot. Melinda laughed at him as she realized that he was too late.

"So, where are you stashing her? Somewhere she can't astral project? She'll find a way out. Our littlest cousin is the best for figuring things like that out."

"Why you and Poppy? Do you know? Do you know who did all this?"

The look in Melinda's eyes told Wyatt that she knew everything. Then in a flash he suddenly saw her rushing towards him. How did he not realize that her ropes had been untied?

Melinda laughed as Dean left her in the attic. She'd gotten to him, and he had no choice but to leave. It was just too easy playing with a broken soul.

The problem was that his knots were good. She was going to struggle to get out of these.

"Well, well, well, aren't you in a predicament?" A voice called out from behind her. Melinda signed and rolled her green eyes.

"Crowley." She simply said, and watched out of the corner of her eye as Crowley stepped around so she could see him. He crouched down in front of her—not that he had much height on her while she sat—and placed his hands on the ropes.

"I think you need out of these," he said with a smirk, "You do need to kill, after all. Don't you, Princess? Not quite fully evil yet, are you?"

Melinda glared at him, with a bored look in her eyes. What was he waiting for? Of course, he needed to tell her his plan. They should have known that the King of the Crossroads would be involved in all this. He did say that he wanted a Winchester or Halliwell in Hell with him. It would make him the King of Hell. So, this was his way of doing it.

While he told her the full plan and what she was to do next, he untied her ropes. She didn't have to wait too long for Wyatt to join her in the basement.

Melinda punched Wyatt hard, but he was bigger and stronger than her. He kicked her off him, forcing her to stumble back. Now he could stand up, and get ready for the fight.

Chris and Riley tried to get through the door to the basement. Sam was torn. He could hear Dean taking all his anger out on the demon in the sunroom, but he always wanted to save Wyatt from doing something stupid.

Suddenly, all the lights went out and they heard an evil laugh come from a female in the basement.

"Wyatt!" Chris shouted before standing back and kicking the door. It wasn't budging.

"What the hell is going on?" Dean asked, storming into the kitchen. When he saw everyone crowded around the door to the basement, he groaned, "Who's in there?"

"Wyatt." Sam answered with a worried look in his big brown eyes. Dean shook his head and quickly ran out to the garage. He needed some of the arsenal in his trunk. When he returned, he through a shotgun to Sammy and took his own, aiming it towards the basement door.

"Stand back!" Dean shouted, giving Chris and Riley fair warning. They quickly jumped back so he could fire the lock off the door. With one quick kick, the door burst open and they could clearly hear the fight that was going on downstairs.

"You can't shoot her, Dean." Riley warned his friend, stopping Dean from walking into the basement.

"It's rock salt." Dean pushed past, racing down the stairs to break up the fight. He wasn't expecting to see Melinda out of the ropes and fighting Wyatt. They matched each other move for move. Neither were able to get the upper hand for a long period of time. But they were also moving too fast. He couldn't get a shot off to stop Melinda from attacking.

Blue and white lights brightened up the room, forming into Dana. She had a syringe in her hand. It had to be the antidote. The only problem was she couldn't get to Melinda to inject her.

Chris came running in behind Dean and waved his hand. Melinda flew backwards through the air. Wyatt stopped fighting, and looked at his sister out of breath.

"Go!" Chris told his girlfriend, realizing what she needed to do.

Melinda looked like she was knocked out cold. Dana made her way over to her future-sister-in-law cautiously, with the syringe held up high. She just needed to get this dose into Melinda's system. Just as she got close, she knelt down. Suddenly, Melinda's eyes snapped open and she grabbed Dana's arm. The last thing Dana felt was something grip the muscles in her arm, as if they were in a vice. She lost control of everything as electricity surged through her body. Then it all went black.

Uh oh...it's all building to the final moment. I'd love to hear what you think? Will Melinda really turn evil?