A/N: This is my Supernatural/ Charmed crossover. It's set in the Charmed future with the Next Generation and Season 4 of Supernatural.

Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed; if I did, it would still be on air. Likewise, I do not own Supernatural; because if I did, a: John would be alive cos he was freakin' awesome! And b: Ruby would be in her old body.

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It was Piper Halliwell's 64th birthday and to celebrate; her family had thrown her a huge surprise party; it had taken a lot of planning, but the look on Pipers face was worth it. Now that the party was in full swing, Wyatt, Pipers eldest son was searching the crowd trying to find one of his siblings or at least one of his six cousins; but they were nowhere to be found.

"Hey, Uncle Henry!" Wyatt called from across the room, "Have you seen any of the others?" His Uncle shook his head. Wyatt sighed and decided to use some of his 'God' given talents; he took a deep breath and concentrated on finding the rest of his family. He opened his ice blue eyes; he'd found them, 'but what the hell were they doing in the attic?' Wyatt thought.

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The attic. The residing place of the Book of Shadows, the ancient tome that had been handed down through generations of their family. The Book contained potions, spells, and the complete bio data of every magical creature known to them. A young woman stood at the podium flicking through the Book, trying to find the demon her brother had just described to her, while their cousin was scrying for his charge. After a while, the woman looked up from the Book.

"Its no use Chris, I can't find this 'Azazel' anywhere." She said. Their cousin looked up from her scrying crystal. "I can't find him anywhere Chris." Christopher Halliwell ran a hand through his thick brown hair; it was only of the many physical traits he had inherited from his mother's side, along with his pale skin. His green eyes, he had inherited from his father. Melinda Halliwell was the spitting image of her mother, Piper. She, like her mother and brother had also inherited the Halliwell stubbornness. Melinda, Chris and their older brother Wyatt were the children Piper Halliwell, one of the Charmed Ones; the most powerful witches on the earth. Piper's two sisters, Phoebe and Paige had also had three children, making their children a force to be reckoned with in the magical community. Paige's daughter, Peyton Matthews walked over to her two older cousins.

"What's so special about this charge anyway?" Melinda demanded.

"Yeah and if he's your charge then why can't you sense him?" Peyton brushed a strand of honey-blond hair away from her face.

"Well, I can't sense him because we haven't met him; I'll only be able to sense him when he needs me. And he's special because, well, of his story." Chris answered.

"What's his story?" Melinda asked her brother. Chris opened his mouth to answer when Henry Jr. walked into the attic accompanied by Phoebe's three daughters; Prudence, Patricia, Penelope and Phoenix, Peyton's twin sister.

"Hey guys what's up?" Henry Jr. greeted his cousins and sister. Prue, Patty, and Penny all sat down on Aunt Pearl's couch with Phoenix perching on the edge.

"Nothing, just discussing Chris' new charge." Melinda replied; "You were about to tell us all about him." She reminded her brother.

"Oh yeah, you guys better sit down, this is gonna take a while," Chris said, and when everyone was seated, Chris then proceeded to tell them the tale of Sam Winchester. When Chris had finished, there was a stunned silence throughout the room.

"Wow," Melinda was the first to break the silence, "now I know why he is so special." It had turned out that Sam Winchester was a hunter with Demon blood, and he and his older brother Dean, who had just escaped from Hell, were in the middle of a supernatural war leading up to the apocalypse. The Elders had decided that Sam needed to be protected and had made Chris his whitelighter. Suddenly, Chris heard a charge calling for help; he didn't recognize the voice, which meant that it must be "Sam!" Chris said aloud, "Sam needs me," he said in answer to his families' questioning gaze. And with that he orbed out; just as Chris orbed out, Wyatt walked into the attic.

"Hey, what are you guys doing up here?" He walked over to his sister.

"Just talking about Chris' new charge," Phoenix answered. "His name is Sam-"

"Winchester. Yeah I know, his brother Dean is my charge." Wyatt told his family, "Anyway, you guys should go downstairs before my Mom finds out that you're up here discussing Demons and Hunters."

"He's right you guys, we do not want to incur the wrath of Aunt Piper." Prue told her cousins. When everyone had left, Wyatt looked over at Penny, the youngest Halliwell. She was sitting on the old couch, still shaken by what she had just heard. As an empath, Penny was a lot more sensitive than the others; Wyatt sat beside her, "You okay?" he asked the 20 year old. Penny nodded,

"It's just, they've been through so much because of hunting, and they're still doing it."

"Well," Wyatt said, "maybe hunting's all they know. Look. Let's go get some cake ok?" Wyatt asked his cousin. Penny nodded and took Wyatt's hand; they could practically hear Piper screaming for them to get out of the attic.

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Mill Valley, Ca.

They thought it was going to be an easy job. Boy, were they ever wrong. There had been reports of mutilations, where the victim's heart was missing; this had lead Sam and Dean Winchester to believe that this was a werewolf. But this werewolf, just happened to be smart. It had knocked Dean unconscious and was now on top of Sam, going in for kill. If only he could reach the silver knife that lay just a few inches from his outstretched hands.

'Oh God,' he thought, 'someone please help me.' As if in answer to his silent prayer, a twinkling of blue lights signaled the arrival of his saviour, who held out his hand towards the knife and shouted "Knife!" The knife disappeared into a thousand blue lights and reappeared instantly in Sam's hand. Sam thrust the knife with all his might into the werewolf's heart. When he was sure it was dead, Sam turned to his saviour who was kneeling over Dean.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"Just a minute Sam," the man replied as he placed a hand over Dean's head. A soft, healing glow spread from his hand, over Dean's body. Dean slowly opened his eyes; he quickly got up when he realized that the guy standing over him wasn't his brother.

"What are you?" Sam asked in disbelief.

"My name is Chris Halliwell," the man said, "I'm your whitelighter."

"What's a 'whitelighter'?" Dean asked suspiciously. Chris took a deep breath before answering, "A whitelighter is a kind of a guardian Angel for witches or future whitelighters. Or in your case; a personal bodyguard." Chris finished. Dean snorted when he heard the word 'Angel'. Chris was nothing like Castiel and Uriel with their cryptic messages. He looked Chris over, taking in his sports jacket over a white dress shirt with jeans.

"Listen, Buddy, we already have a guardian Angel, so we don't need your help." Dean told Chris.

"Castiel is an Angel of the Lord; I can't stand up to that, I'm just a hired bodyguard." Chris told Dean. There was a long pause where both men stood, sizing Chris up. After a while, Chris sighed "Look, if it helps, I'm only half- whitelighter, I'm half-witch; My Dad was a whitelighter, my Mom a witch; a good witch though," Chris told them. At the word 'witch' Dean's eyebrows went up half a mile. A witch? And a good witch at that? Dean didn't buy it; he looked at Sam who was just as skeptical as he was. Dean pulled out his phone.

"What's your Mom's name?" he asked while scrolling through his phone book.

"Piper Halliwell" Chris didn't look surprised at being questioned.

"Hey Bobby," Dean said once Bobby had picked up "What's going on?"

"Nothing much. You?" Bobby replied.

"I'm good, listen, you ever heard of a good witch named Piper Halliwell?" There was silence on the other end of the phone, "Bobby?"

"Yeah I've heard of Piper and her sisters. They're myth. Why do want to know about her anyway?"

"So she's legit?"

"Yeah she's legit, but you still haven't answered my question."

"Well, I'm standing here with some guy who claims to be her son."
"Which one?"

"Well how many kids does she have?"

"Well. According to the myth, three. The firstborn Wyatt is said to be the most powerful source of good on the planet, then there is Chris, also pretty powerful in his own right. Then you have the youngest Melinda, who is said to be the only one out of her siblings who inherited her mothers' power. The three of them and their six cousins are feared by evil and revered by good magic. But they are a myth Dean, a bedtime story… like… like…"

"Like the Colt?" Dean finished for him. Bobby gave a defeated sigh. Chris, who had heard the entire conversation, gave a triumphant smirk. "Alright Bobby, I'll catch you later."

"Bye kid, I'll meet you up in San Francisco, at least I think that's where the Halliwells live right?" Dean looked at Chris who nodded.

"Yeah, I'll see you then, bye Bobby." Dean hung up and turned to Chris. "Okay I trust you, where to?"

"My house."

"And where is your house?" Dean asked.

"Not far from here." Chris replied, "We can drive or orb."

"Drive." Dean immediately said. He didn't like the sound of this 'orbing' nor was he about to subject his baby to it. Chris just shrugged,

"Suit yourself. Shall we?" The 31 yr old witchlighter led the way closely followed by Dean, then Sam. 'This is going to be a long night.' Chris thought to himself as he walked out of the room.

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30 minutes later:

The 1967 Chevy Impala pulled to a stop outside the beautiful red manor. Chris got out of the car and turned to Dean.

"God, driving with you is as worse as driving with my sister; she likes the same kind of music as you do." Chris remarked.

"Well, seems as though your sister and I have a lot in common… when do I get to meet her?" Typical Dean would not pass up any opportunity to flirt. Chris pointed to the black 1965 Mustang Convertible parked in front of the manor.

"That's her car right there, so sooner than you think," he told Dean. "Come on," Chris led them up the steps to the manor, but stopped on the front step; there was a couple kissing on the front porch. Chris cleared his throat and the couple sprang apart

"Chris!" the woman said as she attempted to fix her make up.

"Hey Tori," Chris said trying not to laugh, "Did you enjoy the party?"

"Yeah! Good job on fooling your Mom. I'd better be going… bye Chris, Wyatt." Tori turned to the tall blonde man.

"Let me walk you to your car." Wyatt said a he walked his girlfriend of six months to her car, grinning as he walked by Chris. Chris just shook his head.

"My brother." He said in reply to the confused glances of the Winchesters. Chris opened the door of the manor and showed them inside where Melinda was clearing up party remnants while their parents watched T.V. Dean surveyed the vast manor 'nice digs' he thought to himself. His eyes stopped on a woman in the dining room; she had her back to them, so he couldn't see her face, but he could see her long, shiny brown hair, which fell just below her waist; Dean's eyes travelled down, taking in every inch of her body; her delicate curves, her long legs; when she turned around to face him, his heart skipped a beat; she was beautiful, it actually made his heart hurt to look at her. Dean could just get lost in her big, brown eyes that seemed to go on forever. He was so enamored, he didn't notice what Chris was saying to his parents.

"-well of course they can stay here." Piper immediately went to get the bedrooms ready. Leo went over to the boys.

"Winchester? Like the rifle?"

Sam laughed, "Yes, sir,"

"Call me Leo. Nice to meet you." Leo shook hands with Sam and Dean.

"Wait Dad, how do you know so much about guns and rifles anyway? I thought you into that whole 'make love not war' ideology." Melinda asked as she walked over to her father.

"I am, but I've spent enough time with your Uncle Henry to know about guns." Leo replied putting an arm around his daughter. Melinda smiled; Henry Mitchell was a lieutenant for the San Francisco police department, and he loved talking about weapons. It drove their Aunt Paige crazy, but it was kind of entertaining seeing him talk about all the different kinds of guns and rifles there were.

"Well, I'm gonna help your mom, then go to bed. Good night boys, princess, Chris." Leo said, kissing Melinda on the cheek and made his way upstairs. Piper then came down. She looked at her two youngest children,

"Where's your brother?" she asked.

"Outside. He's coming." Chris told his Mom. Piper nodded and turned to Sam and Dean,

"Well, your rooms are ready; you'll be in Chris and Wyatt's old room. Chris will tell you where everything is, if you need anything at all, don't hesitate to ask ok?"

"Thank You Mrs. Halliwell-Wyatt," Sam said, "We really appreciate everything you're doing."

"Oh. It's no problem Sam, and call me Piper. Ok, well I'm off to bed, Will you lock up for me honey?" she asked Chris.

"Sure Mom,"

"Well, Goodnight Sam, Dean; nite Peanut, nite sweets." Piper made her way up the stairs.

"Nite Mom," her children chorused. Just then the front door opened and Wyatt stepped inside the foyer, his cheeks flushed,

"Well, that was an unusually long goodbye, Wy." Chris remarked as his older brother ambled over to them. Wyatt just grinned.

"Ew! Enough of the visuals Wyatt!" Melinda exclaimed. Melinda had three powers, the ability freeze things and blow them up like Piper, and telepathy; that was why she only had three powers; being a telepath not only gave her the ability to read minds, but also the ability to channel the powers of other magical beings. It was pretty awesome and Melinda loved her powers, but that did not mean that she wanted to see her brother making out with his girlfriend. Wyatt winced,

"Sorry Mel," he said.

"Ok, so Sam, Dean, this is my older brother Wyatt, who is also a whitelighter." Chris told the boys.

"I'm actually yours Dean," Wyatt pointed out.

"Okay…" Dean didn't know how to respond to that. Melinda turned to her brother, "How come it took you so long getting here?" Chris nodded toward Dean, "Didn't want to orb so we drove here in his car. He listens to the same kind of music as you do Mel."

"Well you have extremely good taste Dean." Melinda smiled at Dean, "And if you hate my music so much, why don't you get your own ride to work?" she asked Chris.

"I'm trying to be environmentally conscious!"

"Whatever." Melinda rolled her eyes. Sam and Dean were just in awe of the whole family. How could they act so normal when they were powerful witches who demons tried to kill everyday? Melinda read their minds,

"Because, our Mom was determined to give us a normal life amongst all the demon fighting. It was like her mission or something." Melinda laughed. Chris looked over at his sister,

"And this is my younger sister Melinda, who by the way can read minds." Chris told the brothers. Dean started; what if she had read his mind? He looked over at Melinda who just grinned at him. Dean blushed and looked at the floor.

"Well, I'm beat, so I'm going to go," Melinda said, shrugging a black leather jacket over her deep purple dress. "See you guys later. Bye." Melinda walked over to the door.

"Wait up Mel! You coming?" Wyatt turned to Chris. Chris shook his head, "I'll come later," Chris watched as his siblings left the house they had grown up in. After they were gone, Chris turned to the boys,

"Shall we call it night?" Chris asked them. He could tell that they were a little overwhelmed by all of this. A good nights sleep was needed. The boys nodded gratefully, Chris showed them their rooms. Dean fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, Sam on the other hand lay awake thinking, 'Angels, Demons, Witches; what next?"

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'What next indeed Sammy?' the hooded figure thought as he watched Sam sleeping in his crystal ball. Frustrated, he threw the crystal to the ground where it shattered into a million pieces. The sound reverberated throughout the deep, underground cave that had been his home for the past two years. 'This was not part of the plan!' he thought to himself; 'Sam Winchester was supposed to be on HIS side, not in the care of the Charmed Ones and their spoiled brats!' He calmed down, 'It's time,' the figure thought. He had waited long enough, now it was time to take is rightful place. The figure pushed back his hood; from the darkness his eyes gleamed. His Yellow Eyes.

A/N: So let me know what you think… what do you think of me bringing Azazel back? Do you think I could improve on anything, character wise? Let me know! Review, review, review or say goodbye to Chapter Two which is awesome!