A/N: Here's Chapter Two! Sorry it's taken ages to post but I've been busy; a major pain in the ass called the O'Levels, but let me know what you think!

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Dean slowly opened eyes, and let them adjust to the harsh sunlight that streamed in through the windows. He looked at his watch: Eight o' Clock. Dean winced and swung his legs over the side of the bed, pushing aside the covers. He looked over at his brother who was sleeping soundly. 'Bitch,' Dean thought sourly. He rubbed his eyes and got up stretching. Just then, the door opened and Chris peeked in.

"Hey, you're up," Chris greeted Dean as he walked into his old bedroom. The 31 yr old witchlighter looked as his charges' sleeping form,

"Does he always sleep late?" Chris asked. Dean raised an eyebrow; late? 'It's eight o clock in the frigging morning!' Dean thought to himself. "Nah, he's usually up before me. He must be tired." Dean said aloud. Chris nodded; there was a moment of awkward silence,

"So…" Dean said, breaking the silence, "What's going on downstairs?"

"Well, my Dad has just left for work; my Mom is making enough food to feed an army and Wyatt is eating it all like there is no tomorrow." Chris told him, "Here are some towels." He indicated tot the stack of towels on the dresser, "and the bathroom is just down the hall if you want to take a shower or anything."

"Cool…" More awkward silence. Dean opened his mouth to say something, but before he could speak, the sound of breaking china resounded throughout the house.

"CHRIS!" Melinda screamed. Chris immediately orbed out, Dean, who hadn't registered what was going on, waited a few seconds before running downstairs. He stopped at the last step, 'Holy Shit.' Dean thought to himself. The scene before him was unbelievable. Every single intruder was frozen; there was broken china and food all over the floor, which Piper was trying to clean up, and, in the centre of it all was Melinda, with Wyatt and Chris on either side of her. Melinda's hands were out in front of her, presumably, she had just frozen the room. Melinda lowered her hands,

"Well?" she looked up at her brothers, "Any ideas?" she asked.

"Yeah, blow all of them up, apart from one who we'll question." Wyatt told his little sister. Melinda nodded and raised her hands, blowing up each of the demons up, until she reached the one at the end, instead of blowing him up, she pointed her finger at him, unfreezing his head. The demon looked around, and, realising he was trapped, began shouting insults at the Halliwells. Melinda blew one of his hands off; the demon gave a cry of pain,

"That was for insulting my mother," Melinda stated, "now, you will tell us what we want to know. Or I blow you up limb by limb until you finally tell us. Understood?" The demon gave a very reluctant nod. Satisfied, Melinda turned to her brothers,

"Take it away guys." She stepped back, allowing her older brothers to question the demon. Wyatt was first,

"Who are you and who do you work for?" he asked. The Demon smirked; it seems like he hadn't fully gotten Melinda's threat.

"You'll soon find out who I work for, and my name is not important." Wyatt just nodded at Melinda who blew the demons other hand off. Wyatt was about to ask the question again when suddenly, the demon burst into yellow fire, leaving just a scorch mark on the hardwood floor. Piper looked up from her cleaning,

"Can't Demons just once, for once die without leaving any stains?" she demanded, brushing away her dark brown hair. The matriarch of the Halliwell family looked at her children and saw a part of herself in each of them; in Wyatt, her little angel, she saw her protectiveness of younger siblings and cousins; in Chris, the one who had saved them all from a terrible fate, Piper saw her passion for cooking and caring nature, and in Melinda, her beautiful little girl, she saw her own sarcastic and suspicious nature, as well as her fierce love of family. Melinda rolled her eyes at her mother,

"Well, if demons were to suddenly start being considerate, I highly doubt it would be now." Melinda looked at the stairs where Dean was standing, "Morning Dean, nice get up." She smirked referring to the fact that Dean was wearing only a wife beater and boxer shorts. Chris noticed Sam wasn't there,

"Where's Sam?" he asked.

"Upst-" before Dean could finish, Chris, Wyatt and Melinda all ran upstairs, with Dean following closely behind, they all burst into the room just in time to see a demon shimmer out with Sam.

"Sammy!" Dean yelled. He turned to Wyatt and Chris who were trying to sense Sam, "What are they doing?" Dean asked Melinda who was crouching on the ground; Melinda used her telepathy to channel her Aunt's legendary power, no sooner than she had channeled it, her fingers grazed the carpet, and like her Aunt before her and her namesake before that; Melinda was sucked into a premonition:

Premonition:

Sam was in a cage, unconscious; there was no one the large cave he was in apart from a hooded figure who was standing in the shadows. Sam slowly came around,

"Where am I?" he asked the figure. The demon walked over to Sam, knife in hand. Sam's senses went on high alert, "Chris! Wyatt!" He shouted to the ceiling as if expecting them to orb in. The figure gave a menacing laugh,

"They can't hear you, Sammy." He said, taking another step towards the cage.

"How do you know my name?" Sam asked.

"Well of course I know your name Sammy; we are, after all, blood." The figure pushed back his hood, to reveal his gleaming yellow eyes. Sam's face went white.

"No." Sam looked into the eyes of the man who had killed his mother and girlfriend. Azazel gave a cruel laugh,

"Oh, yes, Sammy. What's the matter? Don't remember me?"

"I remember you just fine, you sick son of a bitch."

"Sticks and stones, Sammy. I gotta tell you, I am proud of you Sam, I hear that your abilities are progressing well."

"I don't know what you are talking about?"

"Really? Because I'm thinking you do. Tell me Sammy," Azazel leaned into the cage, "What does Dean think of what you are doing?"

Melinda woke from her premonition to see Dean Winchester staring at her. Melinda got up and turned to her brothers, "Attic." They both nodded and left the room. Melinda sighed and ran a hand through her long brown hair. She turned to Dean, looking into his deep, green eyes, "Dean," she said, "Dean, maybe you should sit down, there's something I need to tell you."

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Dean stood at the attic window; he had failed his father; Sam was missing again. Dean turned to look at the Halliwell family. There was Wyatt, 'his bodyguard.' Chris, the rational one, Prue, sarcastic and funny; something all Halliwell women seemed to have in common. Patty, kind of chipper for Deans liking, but she was nice, Henry Jr., always cracking jokes, he reminded Dean of Andy Gallagher; Peyton, the Stanford graduate, Dean wondered if she knew Sam; he made a mental note to ask her later; then there was Phoenix, her twin, soft spoken as compared to the rest of the family but still made her presence known; Penny, the 'baby' of the family, she was sweet and innocent, and she reminded Dean of Ava Wilson, before she went darkside, and last but not least, Melinda, tough, but at the same time, really sensitive, she kind of reminded Dean of the younger version of his Mom, the one he had met when he travelled back in time. They were all gathering up the entire arsenal needed to get Sam back. Not wanting to disturb them, Dean quietly left the attic and made his way downstairs where he could be alone. Dean sat down on the living room sofa, cradling his head in his hands. There was so much going on and he just wanted to let it all out; Yellow eyes was back, Sam was using his powers again; if the Angels found out- Dean inhaled and exhaled, trying to control his emotions, tears of anger began rolling down his cheeks…

Meanwhile in the kitchen, Piper, Phoebe and Paige were enjoying a cup of coffee while their children carried on their legacy. Piper was telling her sisters about the Winchesters.

"-and now, the kids are looking for Sam, poor Dean. I can't imagine what he is going through." Piper finished. Phoebe, despite being happily married was only interested in one thing, "Are they cute?" Piper and Paige rolled their eyes; some things will never change.

"Well, Sam just needs a haircut, and Dean's cute too I guess, if you like that whole rugged, leather jacket, cowboy thing." Piper answered. Phoebe grinned, but suddenly she was hit by a wave of strong emotions, she entered the living room, her sisters closely; she saw a young man sitting on the living room sofa, with waves of angst rolling off him. Phoebe turned to her sisters who went back to the kitchen. Phoebe took a deep breath, trying to keep control of the emotions coming off Dean. She walked over to him and tapped him on the shoulder; Dean spun around to see a woman of about 50 something smiling at him. He quickly wiped his tears away before she could see them, but it was too late, Phoebe had seen them, 'Poor thing,' she thought, he reminded her of Prue; trying to be strong for her and Piper. She sat down beside him,

"Hi, I'm Phoebe, Pipers sister," Dean gave her a weak smile, "I'm Dean Winchester," he paused, "but I guess you already knew that." Phoebe laughed; he'd probably been around them long enough to know that word travels fast in their family.

"Yes, I did; but I just wanted to hear it from you… so how are you doing?" Dean shot her questioning look, "You know with Sam and everything." Dean sighed and ran a hand through his hair,

"I'm okay, this isn't the first time something like this has happened,; you know, about 2 ½ years ago, Sam was kidnapped by a demon, the same one that has him now, and Sam and a whole bunch of other psyche kids-" he broke off, "don't ask, even longer story," he said in answer to Phoebe's questioning look, "Anyway, Sam and a whole bunch of other psyche kids were part of some contest. You know? Last one standing gets to lead the big Demon army. Anyway, in the end there were just two left; Sam and this guy Jake. By the time I got there, Jake and Sam were fighting; Jake was on the ground, so Sam turned around and began walking towards me, but then Jake got up and stabbed him in the back; Sam died in my arms. So I made a deal with the crossroads Demon, sold my soul in exchange for Sam's life, I got a year to live; a year later, I die and go to Hell, only to be pulled out later by an Angel who says that God has work for me. So here I am." Dean finished. Phoebe found her voice, "Wow, you know Dean; I think you and I have a lot in common." Dean raised his eyebrows; he looked at Phoebe in her cashmere sweater set, how could she have anything in common with him? Phoebe sensed his doubt,

"Okay, so about 33 ½ years ago, I had an older sister called Prue; Prue, Piper and I were the Charmed Ones. One day, Prue and Piper were walking down the street when they were attacked by a demon named Shax. They managed to scare him off using magic, but not without being exposed, there were T.V crews, obsessed stalkers everywhere. So Leo and I; Leo was a Whitelighter at this time, went down to the underworld to a make a deal with the Source of All Evil. He agreed to turn back time but in on the condition that I join him. Meanwhile, on e of the stalkers had shot Piper in the chest and with Leo not there to save her, she died. I agreed to the deal, but what I didn't know was that after I'd turned back time, Shax came back and threw Piper and Prue clear of the house. Leo only had the power to save one sister and he chose his wife. I got out of the Underworld and Piper and I thought that with Prue dead the Power of Three was broken, but then we met our half-sister Paige and the rest is history." Phoebe finished. The doubt and pain coming off Dean was replaced some sense of complacency. Phoebe and Dean heard a noise on the stairs. Melinda was yelling at someone over the phone. Sensing someone's gaze on her, Melinda turned and clicked off her phone. Phoebe smiled; Melinda was a deadly combination of Piper and Grams fighting spirit and one some occasions, Paige's wild side, Phoebe's rationality and Leo's calming nature. It generally helped not to get on her bad side. Melinda smiled at her aunt and looked at Dean,

"Are you okay?" she asked him.

"Yeah I am now." Dean looked at Phoebe; the older woman had some sort of a calming effect on him. Melinda looked between her aunt and Dean, reading their minds to understand what was going on.

"Well, I have good news," she held up some vials of different coloured liquids, "we found Sam."

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"Okay, so we split up; first group to find Sam orbs him home and recites the spell, understood?" They all nodded. The Halliwell-Matthews family had devised a buddy system; there was to be one healer in each pair, so the pairs were usually, Wyatt and Prue; Chris and Patty; Henry and Penny and Peyton and Phoenix, which usually left Melinda with the innocent they were helping or shoved in with another group. Today, Melinda's partner was Dean. After the rest of her family disappeared in swirls of lights, Melinda grabbed the potion vials and placed them in her pocket, she walked over to Dean and handed him Ruby's knife; Leo had been admiring it earlier,

"You ready?" she asked softly, looking into his eyes, Dean looked into Melinda's dark chocolate eyes,

"As ready as I'll ever be." He replied. Melinda stepped closer, until their faces were just inches apart, she placed his hands on her waist, and channeling her brother's power, she orbed them out; concentrating solely on finding Sam.

They reappeared in a dark and dingy cave. Dean had to sit down; orbing was definitely not for him. Melinda laughed, "You get used to it after a while," she looked around the cave, until she spotted a pile of rags in the corner on the cave and lifted what seemed to be a man by the scruff of his neck,

"Cree," she said, her voice dripping with venom.

"Mmm-Melinda," the man stuttered. "Hhh-How lll-Lovely to see you."

"Cut the crap Marcus; you know why I'm here don't you?" Cree nodded. Melinda dropped him on the floor, "Good. Now take me to Sam Winchester." Cree smirked and suddenly his face shifted, the last thing Melinda saw before everything went black was a pair of Yellow Eyes.

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