A/N: SPOILER ALERT! The next few chapters will loosely follow SPN 8x12 "As Time Goes By". Obviously, this will have a 'Charmed' spin on it, but I am using the premise to keep my story moving forward. I borrowed some lines, because I don't own anything, SPN or Charmed.

Sam closed his eyes and gave Phoebe one last kiss, it was so soft and sensu…"

"SAMMY!" Dean was shouting. "Sammy! Sammy!"

"Dean? What the?" "Sam opened his eyes and he was in the motel, on his bed, in his clothes. His eyebrows knotted together in confusion then, he realized: It was... a memory, not just a dream.

"Wake up, bro." Dean said with a huge smile on his face. "I decided to let you sleep while I took a shower 'cause you were makin' happy noises, like, all night. Sorry if you didn't get to the good part… again."

Sam sat up, embarrassed. "Again?"

"Yeah man, you had a lot of happy endings. Look around!"

Sam looked down at the bed. The mattress was torn in over a dozen places. There were holes going through the linens and the springs were popping out of several of them. His fingers were bloody from where he caught them in the metal. He was so red with embarrassment, even his arms looked flushed. "You should have woken me up before now!" He sighed "I can't believe this!"

"Well, the first time it happened I was still up, watching TV. You totally ripped the edge of the mattress off and shoved your other hand right through the middle. I figured you had your happy ending, damage was done, so why should I wake you? Then I went to sleep and you kept wakin' me up, but I didn't know you were so violent every time." He shrugged "I didn't count, so I don't know how many times you uh, finished, but you had one long night. You've gotta be dehydrated." He laughed loudly and Sam bashfully grabbed his duffle and ran into the bathroom as Dean continued "I used all the hot water, figured you wouldn't even want it…"

Phoebe stomped down the stairs; ready for work, looking for coffee and still cursing her alarm clock for interrupting her dream. It was just getting to the best part… Then she grinned, thinking about Sam; it wasn't really a dream; it's a memory. So, the alarm clock didn't truly ruin it; she knows the ending. Her mood changed and she let her smile cover her whole face. She couldn't rein it in as she floated into the kitchen. Leo turned red and mumbled "Morning Phoebe" as he left the room. Piper and Paige smiled at her, both of them wearing a shit-eating grin, as Dean would have said.

"Missing Sam, much?" Piper asked as Paige chimed in "Had some saa-weeetdreams didn't you?"

She looked stunned. "How do you about…?"

"Oh Phoebe, you were aaahh… little loud last ni-" Piper started.

Paige interrupted "No, Not a little loud… Really, Really loud. The neighbors know all about Sam, Pheebs."

As her sisters told her that she was 'delighted' over and over all night, Phoebe realized that she was reliving her shower with Sam again and again… She was getting so flushed and dizzy that she thought she might faint, but she still couldn't stop smiling.

"You, apparently, weren't the only one who had wild dreams. Dean called Leo early; before six." She groaned "We're going to have to get him a watch that always shows two time zones and set one for San Francisco… Anyway, I guess Sam had dreams all night long too, only… his super strength trashed his bed and their motel room. I checked while you were in the shower. It looks like you just had sex, no violence."

"It sounds like his dreams were nightmares, though" Phoebe said, sounding concerned. "I hope he's alright."

"Uh, no, they were 'happy' dreams as Dean called them. He said Sam had one while he was still up watching TV; Dean saw him punch right through the mattress as Sam uh, finished." Piper smirked. "He went to bed thinking that was the end of it and even though Sam's dreams continued, Dean didn't know it was so bad until he woke up this morning and really looked around."

Paige said "I gave Dean the reversal spell. I know it's risky, but we can't have anyone knowing about Sam's strength and/or that the brothers are witches at all. It's not just a personal gain issue, it's a magic exposure and end of the world issue."

Then Paige smiled and said "Now, back to you, Pheebs… I don't know if it's what he did or how he did it, but Sam had you smiling all night. Dish the dirt, sister!"

When Phoebe told her sisters about her dream, then confessed it really happened… All three of them were giggling and laughing it up… Right to the point Piper's phone rang… "It's Dean... I wonder what happened now?"

Dean was sitting on his bed, watching reruns of Dr. Sexy M.D. on Lifetime when Sam came out of the bathroom.

"So Sammy, ya wanna tell me what you were doin' all night in those dreams of yours? Twins? Triplets? Multiple sets of twins and triplets together?" Dean laughed and pointed at the damage. "You literally tore it up last night!"

Sam groaned… "Ugh! Help me flip the mattress. We'll need to check out. Maybe the motel won't notice, or know who to bill, at least."

"That's not my concern…"

"Dean! Piper paid for this room! I don't want to have to explain this to… my girlfriend's sister!" Sam sighed as he walked around the room toward his bed. "Just help me turn it over already."

Dean's voice changed to gruff and serious, not playful. "Sammy, you wanna know my concern? You trashed a motel room in your sleep. Your hulk-power is going wonky."

"I trashed a bed, not a motel…Oh, God…" Sam looked around. There were a few holes in the walls. There was a broken lamp and a broken nightstand. Several of the spindles on the old wooden headboard were completely torn out and many others were broken, the pieces strewn across the room. There was a piece of carpet ripped up next to the bed. The comforter was shredded, not just a few holes like he thought. "You should have woken me."

"Seriously, bro. I didn't know it was this bad till you got in the shower. Yeah, I saw you assault the mattress with your bare hands… I didn't see this other stuff… You were makin' noise, but I didn't turn on the light or really wake up all the way; it's not like I had any real interest in your wet dreams…"

"Get your stuff together. I am serious about checking out. We'll have to find another motel before we start working."

"All my stuff is loaded; just need yours and we can jet."

"You had already planned to leave?"

"I called Bobby before I ever woke you up and said he has to get someone else on this werewolf. I said we're taking off to San Francisco and I'd have Piper put you in the attic. He thought I was overreacting… But agreed we need to go when I sent him a video of the room while you were in the shower. He will orb you there against your will if you won't just ride with me."

Sam sighed… "I assume you told him, everything."

"Well yeah, he assumed you were having a nightmare and I said no, that was you having a good time; I don't wanna imagine what your nightmares could do. If you dream of the cage, or Lucifer…"

"I'm going to have to tell Phoebe and everyone." Sam sighed and ran his hand over his face.

"They already know – it was for their safety, man. I mean, you coulda hulked on me if I'd tried to wake you. You wouldn't wanna do that to one of the sisters."

"Oh, of course not; Oh, shit. This damage will go on Piper's credit card-"

"No, Paige said this is a protection of magic issue, not personal gain… She gave me a spell. Let the object of objection become but a dream as I cause the seen to be unseen."

They both watched as the room repaired itself, it seemed to have a fresh coat of paint and the carpet and linens looked brand new again. "Did that work a little too well?" Dean asked.

"Who cares? I'm all packed, let's go"

Before either of them could move even an inch, the closet door swung open and a man in a blue suit fell into the room. The closet door slammed behind him. He looked at the boys and said "Which of you is John Winchester?"

Dean and Sam exchanged a look that said 'WTF?' The man stood up and said "Please, time is of the essence, which of you is John Winchester?"

"Uh. Neither." said Sam.

"Who the hell are you, mister?" Dean questioned, both of them moving toward the man as he muttered "Impossible, what did I do wrong?" He seemed to not give the brothers another thought as he kept thinking aloud "No, no. Not now, what happened? I need to-"

Dean grabbed him by the lapel and slammed him back against the closet door. "I can assure you, there is no need for violence. Surely one of you must know John Winchester."

"How about when one of us jumps out of your closet, then you can ask the questions." Sam said; he'd moved right next to the man.

"Yes, my apologies." He looked at Dean "Is it absolutely essential, sir, that you keep your hands on me?"

Dean gave him his best glare and let go. He and Sam backed up a few steps, neither said a word.

"Gentlemen, in the absence of any and all other explanation, I'm afraid this has been a marvelous, tragic misunderstanding." He smiled and moved quickly toward the motel room door. "I'll be on my way."

"That's not happening." Sam said as he and Dean blocked his path.

Dean pulled out handcuffs and slapped one on his wrist "You're not going anywhere, Double-O-seven, until we get some answers." He went to hook the handcuffs to the back of a chair when suddenly he and Sam were handcuffed together, the chain going through the slats in the chair. The man in the suit darted out of the motel room. "You gotta be kidding me! How'd he do that?"

Sam tilted his head and shrugged. He used free hand and snapped the cuff off his wrist like it was plastic. Dean held up his newly liberated hand and Sam broke that cuff too. "Nice!"

They darted out of their room to find the man trying to steal Baby. Dean put his gun through the newly smashed driver's side window and scowled. "Nice taste in wheels."

The man sighed "Yours, I presume?" as Sam boxed him in from the passenger side.

The led him back into the motel room and did all the normal 'monster tests'. "He's clean" Sam said.

"Yes, I could have told you that." he laughed at them.

"You can start by telling us everything, before I beat it outta you."

"I am quite certain this is all beyond your understanding, my alpha-male, monkey friend. And, violence will not help you comprehend this any easier."

Dean lunged forward, putting the gun in his face and growls, "Let me tell you want I understand. Some ass-hat pops outta my closet asking about my dad and smashes up my ride. So, why am I not getting violent again?"

His eyes widened and Dean realized he'd said something he shouldn't have. "John Winchester is your father?"

The room began to shake and he jumped up. "Run!" He said to Sam and Dean, but they just stood strong as the closet opened and a woman, covered in blood came through, the door slamming behind her. "Henry, silly, you forgot to lock the door, but spells were never your best subject, were they?" She looked from Dean to Sam and back to the man they now knew as Henry. "Why don't you be a doll, give me what I want and I promise to kill you and your friends here quickly."

"You know I can't do that." Henry's voice sounded desperate "Josie, I know you're in there, you can fight this!"

She waived her hands and flung Dean and Sam to opposite sides of the room as she laughed "I'm afraid Josie's indisposed, pet. It's just you and me. You're not a fighter, Henry."

Dean snuck behind her with Ruby's knife and stabbed her right in the back. Her skin flashed and flickered and she dropped to her knees. As she began to get back on her feet, she sneered "Now, that is just no way to treat a lady."

Sam grabbed his bag and they all ran to the car. Sam wasn't in all the way and he was shouting, "Go, go, go!." Dean hauled ass out of the parking lot as Sam finally slammed his door shut.

"Hey!" the motel manager yelled after them as they left. Josie was right there next to him, she grabbed his lapel and said "Show me what you've seen." as a small puff of black smoke left her lips and went into his mouth. She saw the three men jump into the Impala and the license plates. "Thank you. I'm checking out." she said as she slashed his throat with her bare hand.

The Impala moved off to the side of the road and Henry jumped out and began throwing up. Sam and Dean shared looks of a 'what's with this guy' nature; he finally stood up, wiping his mouth with his handkerchief.

"Now that you're done blowing chunks, you wanna tell us who Betty Crocker was?"

"Abaddon, she's a demon."

"No kidding." said Sam "Where'd she come from?"

"She's from Hell." Neither Sam nor Dean looked amused at his trite answer.

"Try to get a better answer from this douchebag." Dean said to Sam. "I'm gonna make a call."

He got back in the car and called Piper. "Yeah, we've got one more totally fucked up situation." Before she could chastise him for language he said "I know, language, but really, Piper I think this is one of those times when it's appropriate." He told her that lucky them, they'd just been found by a guy looking for their dad. A guy who brought Abaddon, the Knight of Hell Crowley is looking for, right to them.

"Oh, Shit…" Piper said. "We don't' know how to kill her yet, Dean."

"Yeah, I know. It sucks" Dean sighed. "And, Piper… I think this guy is my grandfather. I've been reading his thoughts. He's got John Winchester on his mind; the way he's thinking about Dad, it's fatherly."

"You never knew your grandfather?"

"He ran out on Dad when he was just a kid. Dad hated him for that."

"Maybe he didn't, maybe he got trapped here, in 2013."

"I don't really care about that now. I need to know, do you think we can trust him? He used some sort of blood sigil to bring him here. I could hear him thinking about how it must have gone wrong since it didn't take him to John. He was thinking about magic spells. Do you think he can know me and Sam are witches, or should we keep that from him?"

"It's your call. I obviously don't know him and neither do you. But Dean, remember he may not be the man your father thought he was."

"Well, I think we're gonna need to go to Illinois. With Crowley's new games starting tomorrow, we need to wrap this up and get rid of him fast. We don't have any drive-time. We could use Paige orbing us, not my car, just us. But I need to know if we can expose her to this guy."

"Yeah, I see the problem." Piper sighed. "If I were you, I'd listen in on his thoughts a little more and get insight. Why don't I call Bobby and see if he has any ideas. Call me back in an hour."

"Thanks, Sis."

He got out of the car and Henry was throwing up again. Dean looked at Sam and they communicated telepathically. 'Learn anything useful?'

'No. He doesn't know much about Abaddon; just that she wants some box a dying man handed him right before he came here.'

'What's in the box?'

'He's not sure. Some kind of key, but he has no idea to what.'

'Does he know how to kill her?'

'Exorcism, maybe... But I don't think we should. If we did, it'd put her back in Hell where Crowley could find her. Turning up after 55 years is bound to draw some attention and get her noticed; As the King of Hell, he'd get that memo.'

'Yeah, OK. I think I know who this guy is. Time to see if I'm right.'

Henry had stopped throwing up and was beginning to stand upright again.

"Where'd you come from?" Dean demanded.

"I am from Normal, Illinois, 1958."

Dean smiled, "Yeah. Right." He read Henry's mind and could see he was telling the truth. His smile faded and he looked at Sam. "Seriously? Dudes time-traveling through motel room closets, that's what we've come to?"

"If you would just take me to John, I'm sure he can clear all this up."

"That's not gonna happen." Dean growled.

"And, why not?"

"Because he's dead." Dean snapped.

"No…" Henry looked forlorn.

"What's it to you?" Sam asked, but Dean already knew the answer.

"He's Dad's father." He seethed "Hi-ya, Gramps." and gave Henry glare.

"How'd you know?"

Sam and Dean exchanged looks. Once again Dean had said something that could expose his powers. "Uh, we know our grandfather was named Henry, and Dad lived in Normal in 1958… Doesn't take a genius, genius." Dean sneered.

They went to a fast food restaurant for breakfast.

Dean could hear Henry thinking about how he let his son down as he looked over a picture of him and John playing baseball.

Henry finally came out of his thoughts. "I'm your grandfather." He said softly as he looked back and forth between Sam, smiling and Dean, scowling.