Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Charmed, no matter how much I wished I did.

A/N: I really shouldn't be writing this when I have so many other unfinished stories, but it won't get out of my head! I'm going to put this under Supernatural for now. If anyone thinks I should change it, or if anyone knows of somewhere else that I could post it, please let me know. Enjoy!

The Powers Around Us

Chapter One

The cavern-like walls were lit by unseen flames. Two dark figures bent their heads together in muted discussion. When another figure walked in, they both snapped to attention, indicating that, for the moment, this was their superior.

Without bothering with preemptive remarks, the bolder of the two lesser figures asked the question which they had been discussing. "Are you sure he isn't a Witch?"

The silhouette of the leader turned towards him as if unable to believe that he was being questioned.

"I mean," the now frightened being said. "It's just that his power is so much stronger than any Talent we have yet to encounter."

The leader laughed. "I assure you, Grash, he is only a Psychic Talent, albeit stronger than any in recorded history. We shouldn't have too much of a problem with taking him."

"And keeping him?" Grash asked, disregarding his leader's look of warning. "You yourself have told us that his brother is also a record breaker, but his Talent is Hunting."

"If I were you, I wouldn't ask so many questions."

Grash quailed at that. "I am sorry, my lord, I— "

But he never got to finish his statement before the fireball hit him. As he went up in flames, the leader looked upon him with disinterested eyes.

"So am I. I was hoping to put your death to better use."

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"Dude, what is your problem?"

Sam was startled out of his thoughts and looked over to the driver's seat. His brother was looking at him with both concerned and annoyed eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you have been brooding for the past couple of days, you haven't been sleeping well at night, and you haven't been eating right. What the hell is going on, have you been having more of your 'visions'?"

Sam exploded at Dean's flippant attitude towards whatever the hell was happening to him. All his recent frustrations came flooding out. "You know what, Dean. Why don't you mind your own damn business! I am not going to take your attitude anymore. Something big is about to happen, whether you care or not! So why don't you just drive the damn car!"

Dean was taken aback by Sam's verbal assault. He had just been trying to lighten the mood, usually Sammy didn't take it that seriously. Whatever was bothering his brother, it was major, and it didn't sound good.

"Listen, Sammy, I'm sorry if— "

But Sam cut him off. "No, Dean, I'm sorry." He sighed and looked down. "It's just that this feeling lately has been so intense, and the dreams that accompany it are so chaotic and jumbled that I just can't make anything out of it. I didn't mean to snap at you like that."

"Hey, what are brothers for if not to vent your frustrations on?" Dean answered lightly, though he was knit up with worry on the inside. Sam's feelings usually were a good indication that they had better be ready for one hell of a fight.

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Chris was worrying about something. Wyatt could sense that, but he could not tell what it was, which was strange because Chris never intentionally blocked his brother out of his mind, unless he wanted to protect Wyatt from whatever it was that was worrying him. But that was not how it was supposed to work. He, Wyatt, was the big brother. If anyone was to be protected by anyone else, it would be Chris being protected by Wyatt, not the other way around. The only way for this issue to be resolved, at least in Wyatt's mind, was to confront it.

Chris looked up from the Book of Shadows when he walked into the attic. Wyatt steeled himself for a battle of wills, noticing the stubborn look in his brother's eyes.

"What's going on?" he casually asked.

"Nothing," was the only reply he got.

"Chris, don't lie to me. Why are you shutting me out?" Wyatt pleaded, knowing that the best way to wear down his brother was to play the guilt card.

Chris bit his lip, but remained firm. "I'm not shutting you out. There is nothing going on, at least nothing important."

"That may work on Mom or Dad, but it won't work on me. You always sucked when it came to lying to me."

Chris smirked at the comment. "And you always sucked when it came to lying to anyone."

Wyatt frowned at that. "That's not true, I just can't lie to those I care about. I can lie to demons and the like. And you are changing the subject."

"Because there is nothing to talk about on the previous subject. Now if you don't mind, I have places I need to be," with that said, he orbed out.

Wyatt frowned again. He had never seen Chris act this way. Usually they were a well-oiled team, each backing the other up and relying on each other for everything. There had never been any secrets between them. But something had Chris afraid to confide in him. Whatever that was, it caused fear to flare up in Wyatt, fear that could only be ignited when one of his family, especially his brother, was in danger and he wasn't able to protect them.

Tbc…

What do you think? I hope I have piqued your interest.