Whoa! Lemme just say that the response to this story has been great, also it has inspired me to write more...
Also I felt the need to reply to some of the reviews:
D-scarlet – gah! Embarrassing, thank you for informing me. I fail at capital letters, I always thought my name looked better without one so i started using little letters, big mistake on my part...
Jules452 – ooh got you hooked have I? Well I guess you'll have to keep reading and all will be revealed... is mysterious
Oh and there was another one
Infamous Cassandra – lol man needing to mention you here, I guess I always did have talent...
And as a last little notice: I don't have set updating-days. I update whenever I feel like writing more.
Reviews make me more motivated...
as a last minute reminder: this is set season six of charmed (obviously) maybe after the episode 'chris crossed' and season 1 of supernatural. so no deal and Sam still has visions. also ther father is still alive
On with the actual story!!
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Chris' stomach was rumbling.
We better get back to the manor soon... he thought
Paige looked over at his quizzically.
'Hungry?' she asked
Chris nodded.
'Yeah, we should get back to the manor...'
Paige nodded, and then looked thoughtful.
'We could get something here... there's a diner around the corner...' then noticing Chris' expression she hastily added 'as friends man, I'm not asking you on a date'
Chris laughed nervously
'Well duh, I know man. Because that would be wrong, you are like twenty years older than me...'
'Technically, yes I am but A) not yet and B) don't remind me, because I'll just get a head ache.'
Chris laughed and Paige slapped him.
Yep, definitely my favourite aunt he thought, then felt bad for Phoebe oh well, it's not my fault she's a workaholic...
He looked up and noticed that Paige was looking at him funny.
He smiled
Start acting normally! He commanded himself
They walked around to the diner and sat down in a booth, A few minutes later a waitress came round and asked for orders.
'So... how about you tell me about your family?' asked Paige
'Paige you know I can't tell you anything...'
Hmm... This could be awkward she thought
'You don't need to tell me anything to serious... maybe their personalities?'
Chris pondered over what to say, and then decided to just tell the truth.
'Well my mother... was the best. She was the best cook and just pretty much amazing' he said
'Was? What happened to her..?' Paige knew she was pushing it, but this the most he'd ever spoken about the future.
'She... she died. Will die... when I turn fourteen... mini me... who isn't born... man this is confusing!' he said with a laugh, covering up his pain with humour.
'So it was just you and your dad?'
'Dad... dad wasn't around much. After that i stayed with my Aunt.' He said bitterly
'I take it you didn't like her much?'
Chris looked shocked
'No... No! She was amazing, i loved her...'
'Loved?'
Chris looked down to his fidgeting hands; he knew he'd said too much. But he could never keep secrets from Paige.
Paige -sensing his discomfort- decided to drop it and change the subject.
'Hey do you wanna play a game?' she asked
'Depends... what kind of game?' Chris said carefully
'Well it's called the favourites game, its one i play on all my dates to get to know the other person. Not that this is a date or anything but we seem to be stuck from conversation'
'Ok... how do you play?'
'Well we each ask each other one of their favourite things and we both have to reply. It's great for getting to know people'
Chris scratched his chin
'Doesn't seem like much of a game...'
'Come on, it's better than it sounds...'
'Ok you go first.' Said Chris, knowing that he already knew most of Paige's favourite things. But deciding to humour her.
'Ok well uuh... what is your favourite colour?'
'Green' he said automatically 'you?'
She thought for a moment
'Magenta' she said 'your turn'
'Err... ok. Animal?'
'A monkey' Paige said 'I always wanted one'
Chris laughed
'For cereal?'
'What?'
'Never mind... I guess mine would have to be a zebra'
'A zebra?'
'Yeah, don't you just find it amazing that they all have different patterns of stripes?'
'That is pretty cool actually... ok what your favourite...band?'
'I can't really answer that...'
'Oh right you can't...'
Luckily just before it got awkward the waitress reappeared with their meals.
Paige smiled
'Dig in...' she said
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Chris and Paige were so caught up that they didn't notice Sam walk past them towards the front counter, order his and Dean Meals and sit down in a booth near them.
Gah! Shouldn't have wasted time he thought Dean might be worried or something...
Luckily the food didn't take very long so he was in and out pretty fast.
When Sam returned to the hotel room he and Dean shared with the food, he was shocked to discover that Dean wasn't there and the impala was missing.
What the heck? He thought where is Dean?
He entered the hotel room, pulled out his mobile and hit 'speed dial 1' for Deans number.
A few seconds later the sound of Metallica's 'enter sandman' from Deans mobile which was not with Dean but in fact right next to Dean's bed charging.
Dammit Dean, carry your phone! Thought Sam furiously or at least leave a note or something...
Sam's eyes widened and he searched around for a note or something.
There wasn't anything. Sam swore and he decided that Dean had probably just gone out to a bar or something.
Or he's ignored my warning and gone off to a casino somewhere
Yeah, that sounded like Dean.
Sam decided that the best he could do was just wait for Dean, after all he had the car and Sam would be on foot. He'd never find him.
He turned on the TV and ate his meal.
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Fifteen minutes later Dean still hadn't returned and Sam couldn't concentrate on anything else.
He decided to go for a walk to see if he could spot the impala
It's pretty noticable, we really ought to drive a less conspicuous car he thought, but then he had to admit, it was a damn awesome car.
Before heading out the door he scribbled a quick note on some hotel stationary
Dean,
I've gone to find you,
if you come back here before I do I have my mobile with me
Sam
Then he walked out the door and into the crisp night air.
It was no longer simply refreshing, now it was actually cold, he hoped that he would find Dean quickly so he didn't have to be out there for too long.
He walked past the diner and saw a very familiar looking black 1967 Chevrolet impala and knew Dean must have thought he had taken too long.
Impatient jerk thought Sam and he stormed in and began marching towards the front where he saw his short spiky haired brother sitting up the front talking to a waitress and found himself unable to contain his anger.
He was temporarily unaware to the rest of the room, that is until he ran into a certain brunette 22 year old who he had met earlier.
'Hey watch it buddy... Sam?' asked Chris
Sam's attention was dragged from dean to Chris and in an instant he totally forgot everything
'Uuh Chris?' he stammered 'fancy seeing you here...'
'Hey man you're not following me are you?' asked Chris with a laugh.
'What? Uhh no of course not. I'm just here to fetch my brother. One moment'
He walked pat Chris and went u to Dean.
'What are you doing?' he whispered quietly in Dean's ear.
Dean jumped slightly but you wouldn't have been able to notice, he was a trained hunter after all, always on his guard. Sam wouldn't have even been able to notice unless he had known Dean all his life. Which he had as a matter of fact.
'Sammy!' said Dean with a genuine grin. 'Thought you'd been taken by hell hounds'
Sam glanced quickly at the waitress and saw that she was busy serving someone else.
'Ok, so then why are you here talking to a waitress?'
'Well I came looking for you... and well...'
Sam rolled his eyes.
Dean and his one track mind...
'Well I did bring food back to the hotel, yours is probably cold now'
'No problem, let's get going. I figured we could make our way to San Francisco tonight...'
'San Francisco?' asked a voice behind them
Sam and Dean turned around to see Chris.
'I'm sorry, I just couldn't help hearing...'
'No it's ok' said Dean with a grin
Sam wondered why he was being so nice, normally he would have been cold towards a guy like Chris, and then he noticed who was standing behind Chris.
Paige.
I should've known...
'Yeah, no problem. And we are heading to San Francisco, is there a problem?'
'Oh nothing it's just... well I'm from there. Have you heard about the whole thing with the people?'
'What about them?' asked Dean
'Well they've been really... violent' said Chris 'now probably isn't a good time to go'
'Uuh thanks for your warning Chris, i guess we'll reconsider out plans...' said Sam
Chris looked grateful and nodded.
'Anyways, cheerio' he said and walked away with Paige
'Dude how do you know him? And who's the hot chick?' asked Dean
Sam just gave him a look.
'I don't know him; I just met him in an occult shop before. And dude, carry your phone.'
Dean just shrugged his complaint off
'So are we still going to San Francisco?'
'What do you think?'
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'Ok why did you just tell them not to come to San Francisco? Do you know him?' asked Paige
'Uuh yeah, our paths have... crossed in the future'
'Well, what is he? A witch or a demon or something?'
'No' answered Chris. 'He's worse, way worse'
'What is he then?'
'A hunter' answered Chris