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.

"I'm your grandfather." Henry said softly as he looked back and forth between Sam, smiling and Dean, scowling.

Dean's anger took over. "Yeah, well, before we break out the warm and toasies, remember you're the son of a bitch who left Dad high and dry when he was a kid."

"I wouldn't…"

"Sure you wouldn't… but you did. Right now, we have bigger problems. How 'bout we figure out how to clean up your mess, huh?"

Henry sighed. "Abaddon, yes, she must be stopped."

"How come she didn't die when I stabbed her?"

"Because, demons can't be killed by run-of-the-mill cutlery." Dean was annoyed by his condescending tone. "At the very least, you'd need an ancient demon-killing knife of the Kurds."

"That's what this is." Dean said as he pulled the knife part way out from his coat. "We've been around this block so many times…" He stood up. "I gotta make a call. Hold that thought and I'll be right back." Dean stepped outside and called Piper again.

"Yeah, So I was right. He's our long-lost grandpa and it's looking more and more like he didn't intentionally ditch Dad; I don't think he makes it out of this one; he's got no real skills to fight or defend himself; at least none I can see… What did Bobby say?... I like it… Kyle's on board with that?... Is Paige there too?... Well we still might need to use her separately. Who knows where this is gonna lead… OK. We'll check back in later."

Dean walked back in and sat down. "All's good with the sisters. What are we talking about?"

"You have sisters? How many children does my John have?"

"Uh, not our sisters, the sisters… Nuns." Sam said quickly. Then he added "We're helping them with demon troubles right now. How did you get here?" He asked.

"A blood sigil" Dean answered and quickly added "Right?"

"Right. Blood leads to blood…" Henry sighed "or their next of kin."

"But Abaddon came through it too. Can we do another one and send her… somewhere else in time?" Sam asked.

"I suppose it's possible, we'd need my blood, an angel feather, tears of a dragon a pinch if the sands of time and a week for my soul to recharge…"

Their eyebrows shot up and Sam spoke first "You tapped the power of your soul for this? I thought only angels could do that?"

"You should know this. What level are you two?"

"Level of?"

"Level of knowledge. You're Men of Letters, are you not?"

"I'm a bit rusty on my boy bands" Dean snarked "Men of what?"

"Men of Letters, just like your father who taught you our ways."

Sam stiffened up and said "Our father taught us how to be hunters."

"You're not? Hunters are… Hunters are apes." Henry continued, either not seeing or not acknowledging Dean's immanent rage. "You're legacies."

"Legacies of what?" Dean asked.

"Let's go to Normal and I shall show you."

"We have other things we gotta do, Gramps." Dean snarled "So how 'bout you just tell us."

"If we go there, the others can help with this problem and we can set everything right."

"Look, we're in Oklahoma and that is a long-ass drive. We know some people there, so why don't' you give me the address and if these Men of Letters are still there, then we'll go."

"They wouldn't let in an outsider."

"I don't think they're around anymore, and I'm not drivin' eight hundred miles for no one. So I'm sayin, let our buddy go there. He has ways to check… If there's a secret society, he'll find it..."

Dean didn't wait for an answer. He was already dialing. "Hey Bobby. Yeah, its been solid family time... Is Kyle there?"

Dean put the phone on the table and put the speaker on as Kyle said "Hey Dean, what can I do for you, buddy?" Dean and Sam picked up on the sarcasm, but Henry just seemed mesmerized by the phone itself.

"Kyle, I need you to bop over to Normal and check out an address. There may be a secret society there and we need to know if you can find anyone there who is still into playing dress up and fondling each other while calling it a handshake."

"No problem, I'm only a few miles from there."

Sam gave Kyle the address.

"Watch your back; there may be a nasty demon looking for this place too; I don't know if she'll recognize you or if she'll only be looking for us."

"Aw Dean, that's nice of you to worry."

"Just wanna make sure we get the report before you bite it."

"Thanks." Kyle chuckled. "I'll call back in a few, after I've checked it out..."

They sat there in silence for about ten minutes. Sam was texting Bobby and Dean noticed Henry eyeballing a Goth couple sitting in the corner; he figured some cultural questions were coming… He was shocked by "So, this friend of yours, Dean, did you steal his girl or did he steal yours?"

That stopped Sam mid-text; he looked at Henry and then to Dean, smirking at his brother. "What?" Dean raised his eyebrows and tilted his head, just slightly.

"You two clearly have some sort of rivalry going on and I would venture a guess that it's over a girl. Which of you stole her from the other?"

Dean sighed. Henry was trying to make a tense situation lighter and he had no idea that his 'girl' was such a sore subject. "First, no girl… Woman. And, she'd kick your ass if she heard you say she's something a guy could steal." He paused "It's complicated."

Henry leaned back in his chair and waived his hand in a 'go on' gesture before folding his arms across his chest. Dean heard him think 'How are women all that complicated?' as he looked at Sam and noted his amusement at the situation.

When Dean remained silent, Henry turned to his other grandson and tried a new tack. "You seem amused at Dean's… complications. You don't have the same difficulties?"

Sam smiled and blushed a little. "No. Me and Phoebe, that's a lot…" He looked at Dean as 'Watch it, Sammy.' rang through his head. Sam smiled at Dean "less complicated; mostly because I'm more straightforward."

Henry looked back to Dean "You… Either don't know what you want, or you're just not sure you can… have it?" He watched Dean's reactions to see if either was correct.

"What about complicated makes you think you can show up here and go all Dr. Phil to solve the puzzle that is my love life?" Dean snarled and was getting up, ready to storm away from the table when his phone rang. Dean answered. "Finally! Kyle. Whadda ya know?" He asked as he set the phone on the table.

"It's a comic book store. There's an apartment over top, but there is no secret anything going on here."

Henry Spoke "No. It's… it is a façade; a means to rook our enemies into believing we are housed elsewhere."

"No, it's nerds and comic books, with a cat-lady living over top. Dean I've been in every room, seen the whole building. There's nothing. No sign of June Cleaver in a bloody dress, either."

"Hold that thought, Kyle." Sam said as he leaned to the woman at the next table. He made his puppy dog eyes at her and said "Excuse me, could I hijack your computer for a moment?" She smiled and handed over her laptop.

"Like a computer could fit in here…" Henry said as Sam brought up the web browser. He was in disbelief when Sam asked "OK who was there the night that Abaddon attacked?"

Henry rattled off a few names and Sam typed until he finally said "Ok, Here it is; August 12, 1958, a tragic fire at a gentlemen's club claimed the lives of… All those guys you mentioned plus Albert Magnus."

Henry gasped "Albert Magnus?"

"He a friend of yours?" Dean asked.

"Even Better."

"Kyle. Get outta that building, but stay in the area. We'll get back to you." Dean said as he hung up the phone and Sam gave the woman her laptop back. "We've gotta get gone; lay low. We don't' know where Abaddon is but I'd bet she'll be following us."

They pulled away as Abaddon entered the restaurant. The woman who'd leant Sam her laptop watched the black car go by wistfully. Abaddon leaned in to her. "Show me what you've seen." The puff of black smoke transferred and Abaddon saw the three men sitting and talking; she saw the article that was still on screen when Sam gave the woman back her computer and the men leaving in a hurry; she realized they were trying to stay ahead of her and assumed they were headed for Normal. She smiled at the woman. "Cute top. Where can I snag one?" She asked the woman. She got her info and walked away…

"OK, Kyle we can see you." Sam said. They were at yet another motel. Dean was pacing while Henry was next to Sam, in awe as they brought in Kyle on Skype.

"So that's Henry, huh? Nice to, uh, meet you, sir."

"Yeah, whatever, he's a real bag of laughs." Dean interrupted, bringing his face into view. "Show him the graves."

As Kyle panned over the headstones he said "Here's your buddy, Albert Magnus."

"AlbertusMagnus; hardly a buddy. He was the greatest alchemist of the middle ages. It was an alias we used when we were incognito. I believe his name was planted in that article, so that if someone from the Men of Letters came looking, he'd know something was amiss."

"So, someone wanted you to look here. Henry, what is this?" Kyle moved the view to a round medallion carved on one of the headstones.

"It is our crest, the Aquarian Star, representing great magic and power. They say it stood at the gates of Atlantis itself." Sam and Dean shared a look as soon as they heard the word magic.

"They all have it, except this one, Larry Ganem; he's got something different." Kyle panned over the tombstone.

"That is the Haitian symbol for speaking to the dead, it is the message. We need to exhume the body." Henry said.

Dean broke into the conversation again… "Uh, Kyle… I know it's broad daylight, and you know we can't wait till dark. How's the cover there? Anyone gonna see you?"

"Nah, it's overgrown and way back off the road. I doubt anyone could even see me here at all." Kyle paused. "I'm gonnna put my phone down a sec."

"It will likely be hours before…" Henry started, but Kyle interrupted. "Guys? I'm in. Henry, was Larry a WWI vet?" He was showing images of a soldier in the casket.

"How could he already be-"

"Answer the question. We're on the clock." Dean snarked.

"No, he wasn't."

"I've got a dog tag here." Kyle said. "Looks like the stiff is Captain Thomas J. Carey III."

"Kyle you've been made. Why don't you just fill in that hole and join us in… five?" Dean said. Kyle barely got out the "OK" before he slammed the laptop shut.

Henry was fast with his questions. "Is he a witch? He has to be. He used some sort of magic to open that grave, didn't he? How's he supposed to get here in five minutes?"

Annoyed, Dean cut in "I already know what Kyle is; and I trust him. I wanna know what you are. Are you a witch?"

"I don't see the relevance-"

"Please, Henry. It's our family history and we don't know anything about Dad's side. We only recently learned about our Mom's side of the family." Sam said and gave his best puppy dog eyes.

Henry sighed. "My grandfather was a witch. His family was one of the most prominent lines…"

"Oh God.. Don't say Halliwell or what was it? Warren? Oh, god if it is, we're in for…" Dean was turning green.

"No. Winchester is the family name. All children used it, even the married women had to use it after their husband's surname." Henry looked confused. "Why did you ask about Warren or Halliwell?"

"Another time. Please, Henry, continue." Sam said "Your grandfather was a witch, but you're not?"

"Our family had diminished over time; My grandfather was one of only three in his generation. He married a woman who was not a witch; his father bound his power as punishment for not keeping the bloodline fully magical. The spell could only be undone by a Winchester; and only after twenty years. His thought was one of his two daughters or their children could undo the spell after the time had passed. Those women perished before they had any children of their own. There was no one from the family that could reawaken Grandfather's magic. My father, me, John and you two - our power can never be realized because it is dormant in us."

Sam and Dean sat there stunned. "So, he essentially ended his magical bloodline as punishment for it not being pure?" Sam asked.

"Exactly. He didn't foresee all others being lost."

"Sounds like awesome fathering made it down the line, though." Dean quipped.

"How do the Men of Letters fit in? Are they witches?" Sam asked, ignoring Dean's comments.

"Some were witches, but all were trained to be scholars. We were preceptors, beholders, chroniclers of all that which man does not understand."

Dean cut in "What do you know of the Warrens, the Halliwells?"

"They were another prominent magical family. Witches of good and honor."

"Were they also Men of Letters?" Sam asked.

"Long ago, when they were Warren. But their bloodline became Halliwell and only female offspring were born. We were just starting to let women become a small part of the order in 1958." He sighed. Abaddon took our first as host, poor Josie… Had they not died out, I believe the Men of Letters would have eventually included women and the Halliwells would have been invited back into the ranks."

"So they'd be the 'Persons of Letters'? Doesn't have the same ring, but havin' chicks around's always been a plus in my book." Dean quipped.

Sam turned to Henry "So, before he gets here… Kyle is not a witch, but he is magical and powerful; you should be sure to show him respect."

As if on cue, there was a knock at the door and Dean opened it. He said "Kyle, Henry; Henry, Kyle." as he motioned for Kyle to enter.

"Nice to actually meet you, sir." Kyle said as he shook Henry's hand and handed the dog tags to Sam. "I'm thinking Larry survived the attack and hid out with this guy's identity. Find out if he's still alive or where he's buried and I'll take you to him."

Sam began his web searches. Henry was whistling a tune, and Dean could hear his thoughts; he wanted to ask Kyle questions about his magic, but showed restraint. Dean said "Stop eye-ballin' him like he's a sandwich and ask him whatever it is you wanna know."

Henry smirked at Dean. "Kyle, I understand you and Dean have a girl – I mean, woman in common, but Dean won't tell me what makes it so… complicated. Care to enlighten me?"

"Well, sir… I'm sure that Dean has his reasons for-"

"What was that tune you were whistling just then?" Dean Interrupted "I know it from somewhere."

"I should hope so, It's from Casablanca; 'As Time Goes By'." Henry said.

"No, that's not it…"

"Dad used to whistle it, Dean."

"Oh yes, I took John to the drive-in to see Abbott and Costello meet the mummy. It scared the beeswax out of him, so I bought him a music box that played that song to help him sleep; worked like a charm." Henry turned right back to Kyle "Now, about that woman-"

Sam interrupted this time. "OK, got it, Captain Thomas J. Carey III, lives in Lebanon Kansas and he's a happy 127 year old. Kyle, let's check it out."

"Wait you two." Dean said. "I wanna ask… Gimmee your phone Sammy." Sam tossed it over; he thumbed through the directory and dialed. "No, gorgeous, it's Dean… Yeah, he's fine, but I wanna ask you if you can premonish for us… Sammy's going to follow a lead… Can you do it over the phone?... Yeah, I coulda had him call, but I wanted to ask about your dreams last night… He won't tell me what was happening in his..."

Sam jumped up and wrestled the phone from Dean. "Hey, Phoebe…" He glared at Dean "She said I can call you a dick, dick." Dean gave his best 'who, me?' face and Sam turned his back to his brother. "I dunno, what should I say? Ok, let me tell you what's happened since we talked this morning. So, you know about Henry, right?..."

Sam brought Phoebe up to speed on the morning's activities. He started to talk about going to see Mr. Carey and Phoebe had a premonition. He put her on speaker and she told them what she saw; she actually saw Abaddon's plan, through her eyes. She would beat Sam to Mr. Carey's, and let him tell Sam what the key would open, then take Sam hostage. She would offer to exchange Sam's life for the key and Henry, but she would double cross them. All three men would die by her hand and she would escape with the key. Phoebe saw the location for the double cross.

"Is that everything you saw?" Dean asked.

"Yes. You can avoid it all by just getting to Mr. Carey now. She thinks you'll need time to drive and you can head her off by jumping out in front."

"Normally, I would agree, but we need to take her down, not just be out in front. She's only gonna stay off Crowley's radar for so long. Come tomorrow we have bigger worries." Dean said. "She's expecting a bookworm, and two guys she doesn't know. We're bringing the whole team; she won't know what hit her."

"Thanks Pheebs. Call Piper; tell her what you know. I'll call Leo to plan soon." Dean said while Henry just tried to make sense of the conversation and what just happened. Sam took the phone off speaker and stepped outside to talk to Phoebe privately. Kyle stepped back to a corner and called Bobby, leaving Dean and Henry sitting together at the table.

"This Phoebe, she is Sam's non-complicated Phoebe, isn't she?" Henry asked.

"She is."

"She's also a witch with a very remarkable premonition power?"

"She is."

"Who is Leo? and Piper? Is she the woman between you and Kyle?"

"Piper is Phoebe's sister. She is not 'the woman'. She's married to Leo."

"So, she also a witch. Is Leo? What are their powers?"

"Look, I am not interested in talkin' to you about my love life or my friends. I don't know you."

"I want to know about my son and his sons, your lives. I want you to know about me."

"You wanna know John? Take a look at this. It's a Hunter's Journal." Dean flung the book at him. "It was Dad's. It shows you all the evil sons of bitches he fought."

"This Journal was mine, judging by my initials here; I ordered it just before my initiation to the Men of Letters." Henry Paused "I am beginning to gather I don't make it back from this time. That is why John thought – why you all thought I ran out on him."

Sam had come back from outside. He sat down at the table. "All we know is that Dad never saw you again."

"John was a legacy; I was supposed to teach him the ways of the letters."

"Yeah, well, he learned things the hard way." Dean growled "He survived a lonely childhood, a stinkin' war, only to get married and have his wife taken by a demon, and get killed by one himself. That man got a bum wrap around every turn, but he kept goin', and in the end he did a hell of a lot more good than he did bad."

"I wish I had been there for him, but it's the price we pay for upholding great responsibility; we know that."

Dean got up, grabbed his coat and marched toward the door. "Your responsibility was to your family! Not some glorified book club!"

"I was a legacy; I had no choice."

"You keep tellin' yourself that." Dean huffed as he grabbed the door knob.

Kyle was still in the corner; he couldn't orb out because of Henry and he wanted to leave the tense situation. Dean heard his pleas for an invitation and said "Kyle! Let's go! I need a drink and we have to call Leo to plan the mission." He pointed at Henry "You can stay here and talk to Sammy. That bitch Abaddon'll be expecting Sam at Carey's in about 4 hours. We'll have a plan and I'll be back before then."

Kyle practically ran out the door and Dean slammed it behind him; Henry winced at the sound. "He hates me, hates my choices."

"He's mad because those were the same choices Dad made; the same ones he's made over and over… now… He sees other options, but he can't trust that it isn't just a mirage."

A/N: One, maybe two more chapters with Henry, then time to fight Crowley's bad guys all over the globe. Please, please tell me if you're liking the way I integrated the Men of Letters into my own story. I always planned to bring in Henry and show the brothers their magical heritage. Let me know if I hit the mark, or if you hated it, that's OK too. I just want to hear from you.

Also, I haven't forgotten about Dean and Paige's date at 8... Just be patient. Remember this day started early with Sam trashing the motel room and they haven't had much down time. At least they can get through it all in one day because of Kyle's help. If only we all could orb... There'd be no more pesky car insurance commercials... Sorry, Flo.