Wayward Legacy

So, I don't own Charmed or Supernatural...Damn.

Summary: The Power of Five will set the Halliwell siblings free. Carrying the legacy of witches, and in the case of two, hunters, they only have each other to rely on. In the beginning, everything seemed so simple to Prue, Piper, Phoebe, Dean, and Sam. If only it stayed that way.

Notes:

Prudence "Prue" Halliwell - b. October 28th, 1970

Piper Halliwell - b. August 7th, 1973

Phoebe Halliwell - b. November 2nd, 1975

Dean Halliwell Winchester - b. January 24th, 1979

Samuel "Sam" Halliwell Winchester - b. May 2nd, 1983

March 2nd, 1984

Patty's funeral, an event Penny Halliwell never expected to witness during her life. After her death, perhaps, with the right assortment of spells and morbid curiosity. She always anticipated for her to die first, after all, she was Patty's mother. Parents always died first, not the children.

It wasn't fair to Penny, as she looked down at the five children standing next to her in the cemetery where their mother was being laid to rest for all eternity.

Thirteen-year-old Prue was holding little Sammy in her arms. No tears wallowed up in her green eyes, but a strange combination of stoic grief emulated through her face. She wanted to cry, Penny observed but didn't want to scare her younger siblings. Silently, Penny hoped her eldest granddaughter would let her emotions show but commended her on the girl's sense of responsibility to her sisters and half-brothers.

Next to her, ten-year-old Piper and eight-year-old Phoebe cried. Their brown eyes glimmered with tears. Penny would have hugged the girls, if not for five-year-old Dean holding onto their hands for dear life. The little boy was crying too, though Penny knew he didn't completely understand what was happening. All he knew was that his mother was going to stay in that damned coffin forever, Penny hadn't had the heart to tell the boy why.

Death was a natural part of life but to a child, it was supernatural. Death was complex, even after explaining its nature. A monster coming out from underneath a bed and dragging away loved ones.

In Patty's case, a damned water demon she and that horrible Winchester had been hunting.

Frowning as she thought of Dean and Sammy's father, she looked back and saw the dark-haired bastard watching the burial from a distance.

When his hazel-green eyes caught her staring, he politely nodded his head in respect. Penny would have scoffed and rolled her eyes, maybe even throw him through a few headstones for showing up, but she didn't.

Not on a day like today. Not with her grandchildren watching. Not since their memories of magic was taken away a year ago after binding their powers.

They would get them back, Penny knew. The future versions of her grandchildren proved that. The Power of Five, it would set them free.

"Grams," Penny heard. She looked down and saw little Dean looking up at her, his big green eyes shimmering with tears.

"Yes, Dean?" Penny asked, hoping the boy wouldn't ask her a question she would be unable to answer. He had been asking those kinds of questions, ever since his mother was discovered in the water. Why's mommy not waking up? When's mommy coming home? Why's daddy still here? Why's mommy going to be in a box? Why does daddy want to set her on fire?

That last question had set Penny off on John Winchester. She kept her Wiccan origins from the children, the least Winchester could have done was not tell his son about the horrors of hunting.

"Can Sammy and me go see Daddy?" the boy asked, his lip quivering as he spoke. Penny's heart melted, suddenly remembering when she first laid eyes on the boy when he was born. She had denied he was a boy up until she saw him. At first, she refused him a Wiccaning, no males had ever had one in her family. She refused until Winchester agreed with her, though his reasons were different from hers.

When her daughter pleaded again, she agreed out of spite for Patty's second husband and when little Sammy was born, she performed his Wiccaning without Patty needing to ask. The look on John Winchester's face was enough she needed to warrant such events.

Forcing herself not to scowl in front of her eldest grandson, Penny reluctantly nodded. "Yes, dear," She gritted out as she looked in Winchester's direction.

When she looked back at Dean, he was being handed a ten-month-old Sammy.

"Be careful, Dean," Prue quietly told her brother, the most words Penny heard her granddaughter say in days since Patty's death.

Nodding his head, Dean said, "I know, Prue. I'm always careful with Sammy."

The one good thing about Winchester, Penny mused bitterly as she watched her grandsons head towards their father. He instilled a close bond between the two boys by telling Dean it was his job to look out for Sammy. Patty had been angered when Dean told her this, but Penny for once agreed with Winchester.

In Penny's opinion, a sibling bond was hard to build and easy to break. Winchester saw that his sons would need each other growing up, just as they needed their sisters. A brother's bond was as strong as the brothers wanted it to be, the same for sisters. Together, the five siblings would be stronger when their powers returned, though Penny kept this bit of information from Winchester.

He only agreed to stick around more often after Patty told him the children's powers had been bound. He even grew close to the girls, who weren't his biologically. Though, this was at the expense of the girl's father's anger and resentment.

While Penny couldn't stand either man for impregnating her daughter, not to mention the Whitelighter, she trusted John Winchester more than she did Victor Bennett. Hell, Bennett had thrown a fit when he discovered Patty's sons with Winchester had taken on his name along with their mother.

Though, Penny only agreed to the naming arrangement of the boys when she discovered how well-known Winchester was in the hunting community. Demons and monsters would think twice about coming after John Winchester's boys, thrice upon hearing the name Halliwell attached.

"Grams," Phoebe said in a soft voice. Penny looked away from Winchester and the boys and down at her granddaughter.

"Yes, dear?"

"Why are Dean and Sammy's daddy here but not ours?" The eight-year-old asked, causing Penny to silently curse her daughter's first husband. Bennett had attended the funeral but didn't stay for the burial. Penny wondered if it had anything to do with Winchester and his son's being there.

"He had to get back to work, sweetie," Penny lied, feeling the scornful gaze of Prue on her, knowing full well that she wasn't telling the truth.

"But John works a lot and he's here." Damn, Penny thought as she sighed, children always were smarter than they appeared. Always observant of their surroundings. Normally, it could be a good thing but not this time. Not in regards to absent fathers, dead mothers, and grieving children.

"That's because he was able to get time off from his boss," Penny again lied as she got down to Phoebe's level. "Since John works all over the place a lot, he was able to get a few days off but because your father works in the city, he had a harder time."

"Oh."

"He's not going to leave with the boys, is he?" Piper asked, finally looking away from her mother's grave.

Penny frowned, the thought of that happening disturbed her. Winchester was a stubborn son of a bitch but Penny knew he would never even think about taking the boys away. He even agreed once that her home was safe, though only after he pestered her about salting the windows and doors of the kid's rooms. She had been offended by that implication but knew that Winchester was even more paranoid than she was about what was outside the Halliwell Manor. His first wife's death had pushed him into hunting the supernatural, and the death of his second would only drag him further into it, Penny knew.

"Over my dead body," Penny said as she pulled herself out of her thoughts. "Your step-father is many things but he knows the boys are better off here with us."

"Not here," Prue said as she eyed her mother's grave. "At home."

Penny nodded, mentally kicking herself at her statement. "At home," She agreed as Winchester began walking towards her and the girls with the boys in his burly arms.

Winchester had cleaned himself up from the last time Penny saw him, drunk with grief and whisky, wearing clothing reeking of booze and sulfur after he mowed his way through a good portion of demons. Penny had been impressed when she discovered what he did and made a mental note to stay out of Winchester's way when his grief mixed with pure rage.

"Penny," Winchester said, his voice sounding as though he swallowed shards of glass. Dean was resting his head against his father's shoulder, and Sammy, now awake, was babbling away as he tapped his chubby fingers against the other shoulder.

"John."

"I'll stay for another night and I'll head out in the morning," Winchester said as he adjusted Dean on his arm as the boy wrapped his arms around his father's neck.

"And the boys?" Penny asked pointedly.

Winchester sighed. "They need their sisters," He said, "But I'll only come during the weekends and holidays for them."

Penny scowled, immediately understanding what the man was implying. "We'll discuss it more later."

Winchester nodded and looked at Patty's daughters, who were staring up at him. Prue with a frown, Piper with tears, and Phoebe confusion.

"Can you promise me something, Prue?" the man asked.

"Shoot," Prue said, eyeing her former step-father. Penny knew the relationship between them had never been a good one, with Prue blaming Winchester for her parent's divorce despite him and Patty not even meeting until after she became pregnant with the Whitelighter's daughter.

"Look out for your sisters and brothers for me when your Grams and I aren't around," Winchester said, to Penny's hidden surprise. "We won't always be around and you five will need each other when that happens."

Penny watched as Prue frowned but her expression became softer. "Okay," the teenager agreed.

The ghost of a smile appeared on Winchester's face and it didn't leave even when he looked at Penny, who only nodded in approval.

As much as a stubborn bastard Winchester was, Penny knew the man had some semblance of a heart and it was about time she saw it for herself.

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