Ok so the last chapter was kinda a filler, nothing much happened. Promise this one will be revealing....

Ha-ha

I have now made it so that you can review anonymously (thank you D-scarlet for all your help)

Some people have sent me some reviews questioning my plot, I promise they will be answered in this or the next chapter.

Ash

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'Ok, I do not like the looks that Chris was giving us...' said Dean as soon as they entered the room.

'yeah he definitely is a strange...' Sam trailed off as he noticed his reflection in the mirror.

Sam wasn't usually so vain but he really needed a shower and it didn't feel right to ask for one when Phoebe had already been so kind.

Dean looked up at Sam's random unfinished statement.

'is that it? Wanna keep going?' asked Dean sceptically

'yeah sure whatever' said Sam absentmindedly, not really listening to Dean.

'It's ok Sam, i promise we will find a cure for your face. We just need to keep searching'

Sam looked over at Dean quickly, snapping out of his daze.

'what?' he asked with that look. You know the one.

'I see Chris isn't the only one acting strange, what's happened?'

'no nothing, I just need a shower is all. But I don't think I got around to telling you. When I first met Chris in the occult shop, he knew me.'

'what do you mean he knew you?' asked Dean

'as in, he saw me and said "Sam!" in shock' answered Sam

'and you've never met him in your life? Not as one of your weird, college rallies?'

'are you suggesting that witches went to Stanford?'

'I dunno... it's a possibility...'

Sam sighed

'I've never seen him in my life' he answered.

'well... that is strange...' said Dean.

They both fell silent; neither wishing to mention the thing they knew would have to be mentioned eventually.

Sam sighed, why was it always him?

'so... good witches?' he asked

'yeah I dunno... it's strange. Man that's like the third time I've said that in the last five minutes. Fancy us calling someone else strange...'

Sam pondered for a moment.

'it is strange...' he said 'but not entirely impossible'

'what someone being stranger than us?'

'no the chance that these guys might actually be good witches, all they've done so far is help us'

'it might just be an act...'

'but it might not be'

They stared hard at each other for a moment.

'so we just let them go? Supposed "good witches"? We just waste this demon and leave?'

'no... I'm saying we do some more digging' said Sam

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Chris orbed to the backroom of P3, which was currently closed.

He was angry, that much could be said. His entire plan was falling apart right before his very eyes.

When did things get so messed up?

When they arrived said Inner Chris

Shut up he said back to it.

Now I know this might sound crazy, but Chris was slightly schizophrenic, in that he heard voices.

Well not voices. One voice.

Let's call him Inner Chris (1)

Now Chris didn't exactly mind this as it gave him someone to talk to when no one else was around, which just so happened to be very often as he wasn't exactly a welcoming person.

You know what you need to do, steal some dust and wipe their memories said Inner Chris

That's illegal. Anyways, does it really matter if they know?

Yes. They wouldn't help you if they knew. Said Inner Chris and then it could end up a lot worse for you.

Chris' throat went dry. What would happen if Sam and Dean didn't help them defeat Azazael?

You wouldn't survive. And neither would your aunts. Said inner Chris.

Chris' eyes welled up in tears as he thought about his mother's tragic death.

It was all his fault.

He unconsciously placed his hand on the burn mark on his right thigh.

His seal

'you're mine now,' said a voice in his head 'join me and my army or you will die'

Chris sighed and lay down on the couch.

He fell asleep almost immediately, the cruel voice of his brother still ringing through his mind.

You're mine now

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Piper awoke the next morning to the smell of coffee.

Phoebe must be up she thought, and then checked the time.

7:04? No Phoebe didn't usually get up at this time...

Piper got up and went down stairs, intrigued as to why someone was up this early.

As she walked past the spare room she saw that the door was closed, she opened it and looked inside and noticed a figure lying in one of them. A man.

Chris must've stayed here last night... odd she thought and continued her way downstairs.

When she reached the kitchen she noticed a tall man standing there holding a cup of coffee.

When he saw her he seemed embarrassed.

'who are you?' Piper asked, immediately on her guard

'I uhh.. i'm sorry to intrude... it's just. I'm an early riser I guess...' he said with a stutter, which was very OOC of him but don't yell at me.

'who are you?' she asked with more force.

'oh I'm sorry, my name is Sam Winchester. You're sister Phoebe...'

'Sam Winchester?' asked Piper, cutting him off. Now why did that name sound familiar?

'Uuh yes anyways last night your sister Phoebe...'

'no I really don't think I want details...' said Piper.

Sam stared at her for a moment, and then he understood.

'What? No! It's nothing like that, last night your sister Phoebe ran in front of me and my brothers car saying that she had a premonition and that we were "innocents" or something' said Sam quickly.

'Your brother? Is he the one in the room? What was her premonition?'

'Yeah that's my brother Dean, she said some kind of Demon was attacking us. Also that she and her sisters –you're one of them I'm guessing- were witches and that you could help us...'

'Wait she told you we were witches?'

'uh yes... should she not have?' Sam was playing the I'-totally-knew-to-all-of-this role quite well I'd say.

'well she probably could've lived with not telling you... but as long as you don't start a mob and try to burn us at the stake' she said

Sam smiled

If only you knew... he thought.

'oh! Wyatt! I totally forgot about him, with all the excitement of someone being in the house...'

'who's Wyatt?' asked Sam, puzzled.

'my son' said Piper as she ran up the stairs.

Her son? Sam thought, remembering what Phoebe had said last night so this must be Piper...

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As Piper was going upstairs Phoebe was coming down.

'uuh hey Phoebe, planning on telling me about the two strange men in our house?'

'oh sorry about that, they're innocents though. Can you drive me to work? I left my car their last night.'

'how did you get home?'

'Sam and Dean gave me a lift...'

'Sam and Dean?' suddenly it hit her. Sam and Dean Winchester... 'didn't Chris warn us about them?'

'yes he did but he was a little late. I'd already told them everything'

'oh Phoebe! You need to be more careful... but sure I'll drive you to work, I'm going to the club anyway. Need to pick up some things. Lemme just check Wyatt first. Meet you down stairs'

Phoebe continued her way down stairs where she saw Sam standing in the kitchen with a coffee in his hand, looking very out of place.

'you can sit down you know...'

'what? Oh I'd prefer to stand...'

'I see you discovered the coffee...'

He looked embarrassed.

'sorry... I'm an early riser. Hope you don't mind'

'No it's not a problem, look i have to go to work. You and Dean will be all right, right? Paige is here...'

'No we should be fine' said Sam 'We are both in our twenties, you don't need to worry...'

Phoebe nodded, they did look young.

Piper came down the stairs then with Wyatt in her arms.

'I just fed him (2) so we can go now' she said.

'sounds good. Bye Sam'

'Bye girls' said Sam 'wait, it's ok if i have a shower right?'

'definitely not. You might actually be clean then'

Sam stared at her in puzzlement.

'I'm kidding... sheesh. Don't worry, I think I speak for everyone when i say this. Please, have a shower'

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(1)I know, the whole 'inner chris' this is bad. But its my story so =P

(2)she can feed him really fast, ok?!