A/N: This is how it's going to work, this chapter is going to be consecutive time skips after a certain point, if you were all waiting for Chris to get into the set Superverse then wait no long because it's about to start.
A year and four months later
Chris tightened his hold on the chest currently next to him, in return Dean tightened their hold on him. Chris wasn't asleep yet, constant vigilance and all, he was too busy thinking about what his life was like now that Dean was back. The witch wasn't angry or hurt, he was just so happy that the man that commandeered his life a year ago had come back to him. A year ago left him saddened, the texts from the man stopped as did the visits, it only took a month or two for Chris to realize that Dean had dropped him.
Distraught is what someone would usually be when that happened but Chris was just disappointed. He thought they had a real thing going for awhile and he thought that maybe things with Dean would change into something more.
Chris thought he was stupid to think that.
Dean loved women, that was evident by his attitude, Chris had been merely an experiment if Dean never found any woman willing he could always find a guy.
Chris used to enjoy being someone's experiment but in this case it merely left him empty.
But now Dean was back and he couldn't care less about how long they had been apart.
"Cute,"
Chris shot up in bed at the voice of the monster that had sent him to his universe in the first place, "Zankou!"
Zankou stood at the foot of his bed, observing the two of them, "You know, when I sent you to this world I didn't expect this to develop." He gestured to the two of them, "But now that your family is out of my way I thought I might as well tie up some loose ends." He formed an energy ball in his hand
Chris grabbed Dean's shoulder expecting to orb out of here, to anywhere, but found that he couldn't, he deduced that Zankou must have placed a no orbing spell around the house, "Dean, wake up!" No matter how hard Chris shook him he wouldn't wake. His mind was coming to him now, everything slowed down as if he had froze time, "It's a dream,"Everything felt so familiar, as if he had done this a thousand times already.
Zankou grinned as he reared back his energy ball, "Nice try," He threw it straight at Chris who brought his arms as a shield.
"It's a dream!"
Chris woke with a start, body drenched in sweat at the nightmare that had been plaguing him for the past few months. It varied from Zankou killing Dean to Dean saving him from Zankou but still saying he never wanted him back. He knew his mind was trying to tell him something but he'd be damned if he'd ever admit it.
They began a little after Dean stopped coming around, he wouldn't blame himself for the cause because it wasn't his fault. The were many excuses Dean could have but the best and most comfortable conclusion was that Dean had tired of him. Maybe Chris put out too much, maybe not enough, it didn't matter, the witch decided to try moving on from the older man.
Although it didn't quite work out like he expected.
Usually when a friend like Dean would stop coming around Chris usually just waved it off and found someone new. It was always easy to find someone new but it was hard to find someone worthy of a challenge and Dean was the best challenge he ever had. The man tested him, actually made him want to work for it, it wasn't just a quick stop and go, there was more in their times spent together than either of them would like to admit. Chris had tried finding others, and some of them tended to work
For awhile
Eventually he got bored
Dean ruined him for anyone else
He banged his head against the headboard, per usual for when he wakes up from one of those nightmares, and decided that he probably wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight. He was just glad he didn't go to that Halloween party and get drunk because he probably would have had a nightmare and hung over.
Chris would've died if that happened.
His ears jumped at the sound of the front door being unlocked, he knew it wasn't Sam or Jess since they had come home early from the party. He was awake when they came back so and they were asleep before he was. The witch slowly climbed off his bed and quietly opened the door before softly padding the stairs to get a look at the person breaking into their home.
'Thank you, aunt Phoebe,'
He couldn't make out the figure but he knew the man wasn't that great at breaking into homes when he bumped into the coffee table next to the couch. Chris waited until the man was past him before he rushed in an attempt to grab him in a hold. The robber was skilled as he twisted out of the hold to face Chris who brought up his fists and threw out a quick punch. The assailant was almost hit but he dodged at the last second and grabbed Chris's arm, yanking him around and pushing him through the doorway of the adjacent room.
Chris got up a second later and kicked the man in the stomach when it looked like he was about to rush at him. He dolled out punch after punch, some hitting some connecting, he swiped under the man's feet, bringing him down, he put the robbers head between his legs and squeezed, simply wanting to knock him out instead of kill him.
The light for the room switched on and it was then that Chris got a good look at his assailant.
"Dean?"
Chris let his ex-friend go, letting him gasp for air, and turned to look at Sam who had uttered the man's name when he saw him. Chris, however, was too stunned at Dean's reappearance and Sam's knowledge of him to really say much of anything.
"Hey Sammy, since when did you get the money to hire a ninja?" The man joked but right now things weren't even close to being funny. Chris and Sam were both in the same room as him and his worst fears had been realized, he looked at Chris who was still stunned and at Sam who was confused.
But Chris
God did he miss Chris.
The boy had gotten more muscular in the year they had been apart, he also cut his hair as well, that's something Dean would surely miss. The year was hell for him, he had kept his old phone that Chris had the number of and there were so many times he wished to send a message to the boy, so many times he had typed one out without pressing send. Dean had even staked outside this very house a few times to see if Chris had found anyone new, anyone that made him happy.
It both made him happy and sad that Chris hadn't.
He dreamt about them meeting up for so long and now they were together again, except he wasn't here for Chris. He was here for Sam because something had gone wrong, terribly wrong, and Dean was starting to get worried.
Not just at the stunned look on Chris's face being turned to anger.
"Sam," Chris spoke calmly, Dean could feel the ice in his veins, it was almost like the room dropped a few degrees, "Do you know him?" He asked not breaking eye contact from Dean.
"Yeah, Sam?" Jess asked, just coming down the stairs, ignoring Sam's plea to stay quiet in their bed.
Sam sighed, "Chris, Jess, this is my brother, Dean,"
Ah, there was that stunned look again.
Jess already knew that Sam had a brother but it was her understand that they were estranged in a sense, "Oh, you're the brother?" She held out a hand for him to shake, "Sam told me he had a brother but other than that the guy's a tightwad on personal information." She laughed obviously not getting the awkward situation that was taking place.
Dean smiled at formally meeting his brothers girlfriend, "I wish he would have told me he finally found a girl out of his league that was willing to date him." He shook the offered hand, truthfully he was proud the man had found a smoking babe such as this one, pictures really don't do her much justice. He noticed the shirt she was wearing and how the hole was pretty big, "I love the smurfs,"
"Then you'd love Chris's underwear," She nodded at Chris who was leaning against the wall trying to absorb the fact he had slept with his best friends brother. He was also wearing smurf boxer briefs and wasn't really paying much attention until his name was called.
Inwardly Dean was very appreciative of Chris's underwear but neglected to say so, "Who's the stiff?" He asked, pretending not to remember Chris at all, hopefully hoping the boy wasn't too pissed off at him to play along.
Chris sized up and recognized what they were supposed to do, Dean didn't want Sam knowing they slept together, it was obvious since Dean had obviously knew Sam was his friend and didn't say anything about them being related. He would play Dean's game but he needed some answers and soon, "Chris Halliwell, punching your lights out would be very wonderful right now, Dean Winchester," He wished to get across the message that he was very displeased
Well at least he finally knew Dean's last name.
Before Dean could retort and begin their old game, Sam piped up, "What are you doing here, Dean?" Sam asked wanting to get to the bottom of things, he hadn't seen his brother in years so he wondered what was so bad that Dean had to pop out of the blue to see him.
"Dad went on a hunting trip," He carefully enunciated hunting so Sam would pick it up, "And he hasn't been home in a few days."
He knew by the look on Sam's face that the boy had received the message, "Guys, I need to speak to my brother," The two of them got that Sam needed to have a private conversation, it wasn't unlike Sam to keep secrets from them, he told Jess more than he told Chris though but he still had secrets. Sam took Dean into another room and for his sake the two of them didn't spy on the brothers.
Chris went to sit on the couch and Jess sat with him, they cuddled each other, platonically of course, as they waited, "Can you believe that's Sam's brother?" Jess asked him
Chris shook his head, "No I can't," He was such an idiot, he should have connected the signs a lot sooner. The fact that Dean never wanted his roommate around, the fact that he never wanted to meet Chris's friends, also the fact that Dean even said his brother had a huge fight with his dad and left. Sam was also estranged from his family but Chris just thought it was mere coincidence that their stories almost fit each other.
'Never ignore a coincidence,'
That was his mother talking
They heard the door to the room close and the two friends sat up to see Sam dressed and Dean looking quite smug, "Jess, do you mind?" Now Sam wanted to talk with her, she stood up and followed him in the room, leaving Chris and Dean alone in the living room together. Chris looked away from him as he sat down on the couch next to him.
The two exes didn't say anything for a little simply because they couldn't find what they accurately wanted to say. Chris wanted to go on a rant about how Dean hurt him with his passing or say that he got over Dean as the year passed. He wanted to make Dean feel as hurt as he felt when he stopped receiving those text messages or where he was disappointed with almost every knock on his door that wasn't Dean.
Dean wanted to apologize for everything, he wanted ask how much Chris had missed him or if he really did find someone else. But mostly he wanted to know if Chris hated him for what he did, he probably knew the answer to that question by the way the boy was looking at him. He decided since Chris wasn't going to say anything then he might as well break the ice, "Not the most ideal way to have been in your crotch but I'm not complaining."
He cursed his own stupidity
Chris couldn't help it any longer, he was stupid in his own way, he pushed to the floor and jumped on top of him. He smashed their lips together in a frenzied kiss that Dean readily accepted, it was much like their first time. The need for flesh, Dean's need to dominate Chris's mouth and Chris's need to have Dean under him again. Chris was so giddy he smiled which allowed Dean to slip that hot appendage through, when their tongues connected it was as if they had never been separated in the first place.
But they had been
That old anger welled up inside of Chris again and he broke them apart and at Dean's confused face the witch reared back and punched him in the face. Dean saw the look of pure rage in Chris's face and wisely stayed quiet even though he was just bitch slapped, "Look, I don't care about us right now and how you abandoned me but as soon as you get back you owe me some answers." He spoke with venom and utmost seriousness, eventually he got off of Dean and headed towards his room where he slammed the door, sitting down in front of it. Bringing his knees to his chest Chris found himself hating how he just went back to same old thing every time he saw that man.
"So much for being over him, Halliwell,"
His body still shivered pleasantly a having had Dean touch him again.
Sam had went with Dean in order to find their missing father, Chris knew he would because no matter how much Sam hated to talk about his family he still loved them. Obviously Dean wasn't the only one who had to explain things when got back because Jess wanted to know more since Sam rarely spoke about his father and brother, even to her.
This time Dean was the one sending all the texts and phone calls but Chris wasn't answering, he knew Dean was trying to explain things but he wanted it done face to face where Dean would have to look him in the eye when he lied to him again. It had been a few days with no reply from his end and he was trying his best to keep it that way. Chris had also taken up the job of comforting Jess, she was getting increasingly worried about Sam not calling her back when she left him thousands of messages.
She was in the process of leaving her millionth message when Chris took the phone from her, "Jess, you need to relax, I'm pretty sure you've broken the limit on how many messages you can leave someone." He gave her a calm smile while putting the phone back on the hook, inwardly he was worried as well since it wasn't like Sam to not respond.
Dean maybe
She outed, "Since when does Sam not respond to me, I'm his girlfriend for Pete's sake!" Great now she was starting to get angry, Chris knew the last thing they needed was both of them mad at the Winchester brothers.
He placed a calming hand on her shoulder, "I know you're worried, it's understandable, I'm worried too, but they need to spend their alone time together. As far as I know they've been apart for a long time so they're probably catching up on things, fighting, you know, brother stuff." Chris knew because he a brother of his own who was just as insufferable as Dean probably was to Sam.
"Still it's weird that his brother, who I've only heard of once, just suddenly pops out of the blow just because their fathers missing. I mean shouldn't that be a job for the police or something, why do they have to go find him?"
Chris shrugged, he would like that question answered himself but hopefully Dean wouldn't run again as soon as he got the chance, "It's the Winchester way, keep your secrets to yourself until you die." He said bitterly, that was a little more personally but he was allowed that much bitterness at least.
"How long do you think they'll be gone?" She asked, she really wanted her boyfriend back
Chris couldn't lie to Jess, especially not when she's vulnerable, "I'm not sure but if you go to bed then that brings the day Sam comes back even closer."
"That's such a fatherly thing to say," She laughed but she abided and stood up to head to her room, "Make sure to keep watch my faithful ninja," She bowed to Chris who bowed in return.
"You got it, my lady," He watched her walk up stairs in her night gown, she wanted to look sexy for Sam when he came so he could see what he had missed out on. Chris stayed in the living room flipping through a few channels trying to pry his mind off of messaging Dean back and maybe quelling the anger within him.
It wasn't easy to say the least
He really needed his uncle Coop's advice, the man was a cupid so maybe he had seen something like this before.
Before it even happened he felt it, that familiar air of evil being present in the home. He had fought too many demons to not know that there was one in his own home. His magic went haywire expecting a fight and his alertness was justified when he heard the scream coming from upstairs
"Chris!"
In Jess's room
"Jess, run!" Chris shouted as he stood up and without a beat orbed the second floor, Jess was human, she was an innocent, he should placed wards around the house as soon as he came here. He kicked down the door and saw a man, the center of the evil aura he had detected earlier, holding Jess up to the ceiling without even touching her.
He was using magic
The demon turned around to face Chris and the witch saw those eerily yellow eyes, Chris summoned his magic and flicked his hands in order to blow up the demon but it didn't work.
"Why are you flailing like that, kid?" The demon asked him, obviously it didn't consider him a threat, he pulled out his knife and held it up to Jess's stomach.
Chris had one power that would work, he used his own telekinesis to throw the man into a wall creating a sizable hole as he went through it. Jess was dropped from the ceiling and Chris levitated her into his arms safely, she was gasping and crying, like any other innocent he saved, "Chris, wh-what the hell-?"
The Charmed one's eyes widened as the demon stood up without a scratch, "Impossible, there's no one riding your meat, what demon do you whore yourself out to that gives you power?" The glare had the look of absolute rage and fire
But Chris looked confused, "I 'whore' myself to no one," He glanced at the desk behind the demon and he couldn't escape unless it was distracted, "Desk chair!" He called, the chair orbed straight into the demon's back and Chris used that to orb somewhere safe, maybe Canada or Paris. When they came out of the trip the both of them had nothing but despair on their faces, Jess because that was her first time orbing and Chris because he had only orbed downstairs, "Wha-,"
"Well well well well well," The demon was standing in front of the door, grinning at them as if he had already won, "If I hadn't sensed that angelic presence in the house then you could've escaped, glad I always come prepared." He pushed them on the ground with his own magic, Chris was stuck since this demon was a lot stronger than he was and he couldn't break free, he could barely breathe from the force so he couldn't even use a spell, "It's been a long time since one of you winged freaks descended from that palace in the sky, but I've never seen anything like that ." He kneeled down next to Chris and ruffled his hair, "So you must be something new because I've never seen anything quite like that and I'm old, boy am I old," He chuckled
Chris started reaching over to Jess to see if he could orb them out again, he could feel her reaching towards him as well, she knew what he was trying to do and wasn't afraid, he was not going to let her die here. He was already in mid orb so all he had to do was reach, he heard a laughter that crawled along the back of his spine, "Nice try," He felt his body being thrown, since he was in mid orb he went through the wall but his body became solid.
Chris felt that he was falling, he was about to try orbing again but pain flared throughout his body as he fell onto a car hard enough to put a dent in the roof and break the glass embedding it into his legs. It was like a train had hit his head and as the world went dark around him all he could hear were Jess's screams, the demon's laughter, and the car alarm blaring in his ears.
Dean was as ready as he'd ever be.
He and Sam had tracked their father to Jericho, California but with almost no leads as to where he could be. However, they found an unclosed case he was working on and decided that possibly by closing the case they could get a clue to their father's whereabouts. A few people had gone missing, men predominantly, on the Centennial Highway and their dad had looked into it.
After a lot of painstaking evidence, almost being run over followed by a meeting with a muddy stream, and finally icing the bitch, Sam and Dean came to the conclusion that it was a woman in white. Just the regular housewife whose husband was unfaithful before her death so now she haunts places hoping to catch men and cause them to be unfaithful so she can kill them.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned and all that in Dean's opinion.
Interestingly enough after a run in with a police, usual in their line of work, Dean found his father's precious supernatural journal that he never went anywhere without. In that journal were coordinates, possibly leading to their father but Dean doubted as much, he wanted to check it out as soon as possible but Sam wouldn't stop about his college interview in the morning.
Having Sam by his side again was a little strange but it was a much needed relief from John and his forever silence. Dean had missed his brother, even if they still fought like old times, the usual rabble of Dean following the rules and Sam wanting to do his own thing. But when it came down to it they were still able to work almost seamlessly and get the job done, which is ultimately what mattered.
Now Dean had to take Sam home and face the wrath that was Chris, he had forgotten that Chris would have his head if he didn't explain why he hadn't fessed up about Sam being his brother.
And why Dean left him for a year
He was pretty sure he'd be castrated once Chris saw him though so maybe he wouldn't have to go through with it.
They were driving into Stanford in silence, Sam knowing that his brother would probably disappear again after he dropped him off. Most likely Sam would look around for a his father but still pay more attention to school, he'd search his own contacts for the man if he had too but all he really wanted was to get back to Jess and Chris.
"Well Sammy, can't say it wasn't fun getting Mystery inc. back together again." Sam used to always wanted a dog after seeing that show, "I'm going to hit up Bobby's place soon, maybe Dad dropped by and didn't get shot-," Dean turned the corner to see the ambulance in front of Sam's house. The both of them looked alarmed and parked nearly in the middle of the street as the medics lifted someone onto the stretcher, Dean recognized the who was on the gurney in an instant, "Chris!" He nearly shot out of the car, before Sam did, and pushed through the crowd to get the unconscious boy who looked like he had been through hell.
"What happened?" Sam asked one the medics assisting Chris, the other put the bed into the ambulance on his own, "I'm his roommate you can tell me what happened," Sam demanded of the man who merely looked annoyed to be dealing with something like this so late in the evening.
"We're not sure, from his injuries it looked as if he was thrown through a window, person called and said he landed on the car," He pointed to the car that had a sizable dent in it.
Dean gave Sam a knowing look and gestured over to the house, Sam didn't take a second thought as he ran over and saw that their house had a broken window, he bolted inside to go check on Jess as Dean stayed outside with the paramedics.
"Are you related to this person?" The medic who was talking to Sam asked Dean who couldn't take his eyes off Chris in that bed, eventually they shut the door so no one else could see so he had to turn away.
Dean nodded, he had a face for these situations too, one that gave away nothing, "His roommates my brother,"
"Does he have any family?" The medic asked writing something down on a clipboard, "We'll need someone to contact."
"I'll get my brother, he should know something," Because Dean definitely didn't, he went to the house to get Sam, ready to drag everyone out of there, when he was grounded by the sudden burst of flames coming from the upstairs.
He held up an arm at the heat, Sam was in a burning building, Chris was being driven to the hospital with fatal injuries.
Dean dare wonder how else this night could go to shit.
Heat burned his retinas, his mouth felt like sandpaper and there was a dull throbbing in his arm, it took Chris a few minutes to think about where he was until he remembered why he was unconscious, "Jess!" Chris sat up in bed with a start, then hissed at the extremely bright white lights that assaulted his retinas.
He instantly knew that he was in a hospital, he had been in one many times since Paige couldn't heal them all the time. He was wearing a hospital gown and had bandages on his head, arms, and legs. His head hurt more than anything, he was sure his skull was broken.
"You're awake," The hoarse voiced said, he turned to the left and saw that Dean was sitting next to his bed. The man looked worse than Chris had ever seen him, his clothes were ragged, he had dark circles under his eyes, there was a faint smell coming from him.
Chris looked down at the bandages covering his arms, he was really confused and needed answers, "Dean, what happened?"
Dean sat up knowing that this wouldn't be an easy talk, "Sam and I came back to an ambulance in front of your house, we were going to dismiss it at first but I saw you were in it. Once the scrubs told us what happened to you Sam went to go find Jess while I stayed with you." Dean would hate saying this next part but Chris had to know, Chris had a right to know, "Sam nearly died trying to get Jess out your burning house, whatever attacked you guys set it to where it would burn exactly when Sam showed up."
Chris looked hopeful, that maybe everyone had gotten out of the attack alright, "Where are they, Sam and Jess?" He asked quietly
Dean looked down
"Dean?" He said more forcefully, his voice cracked but the message was clear.
"Sam's attending Jess's funeral,"
The words struck a chord deep within Chris, his eyes widened and his fisted his sheets as history was repeating itself. He had lost innocents before, it was inevitable, it was why he didn't close to them, but he had gotten close to Jess, who was his innocent whether actually or not. He could already feel the tears balling up inside of him, the pain of losing a loved one, whatever he felt Sam must have felt a thousand times worse.
"Chris, I know whatever it was it definitely wasn't just your run of the mill robber," Dean felt that now was more of a time than any to start his very long explanation, "He did things no normal human could do, right?"
"He threw me through a window without even putting a finger on me, I doubt any normal person could do that." In fact, Chris knew that it was a demon but he thought that no such magical creature existed in this universe.
Dean leaned forward and looked at Chris intensely, he was deadly serious when he asked his next question, "Do you believe in the supernatural?"
Chris's eyes bugged open and he could feel the twinkle of orbs within his stomach.
Ok so my writing has improve so I'm hoping that chapters will be longer and I will POSSIBLY be updating this again since I want to keep writing this story, this was legit supposed to be a blow off story but I like it and so do you guys so I'll keep it going.
