A/N- Here's the last chapter for the day. Thank you all so much for reading! As we all know, I don't own Supernatural or Charmed, just playing in the sandbox.

Chapter Ten

For Addie the next three months were fascinating. She was learning so much about a side of her she was sure she hadn't known existed before her memory loss. She still couldn't explain what she'd been doing in a sewer with a shapeshifter, but she was thrilled to learn new stuff. She absorbed everything Piper, Phoebe and even Paige had to teach her. To their delight, the Book of Shadows let her touch it, a privilege only usually reserved for family, and she started going out with them to vanquish demons. She also found herself enjoying a friendship with Paige, working with Piper at P3, and shopping with Phoebe. Her life would have been perfect if she could remember who she was.

Zoe's training was going well, Dean said she was learning faster than even he did. One day, when he commented on how fast she was learning, she looked at him with puzzlement.

"I have really good motivation," was her response. She also excelled at research and was learning Latin faster than Sam did. She still hovered near Sam in some cases, but mostly she chose to stay in the background of their life. Except for one time when Sam was out helping Zoe with her shooting practice and he spaced out, when he was supposed to be correcting Zoe's technique. It didn't need correcting, so he let her empty the clip into the car door that she'd been shooting at. Dean had come out to see Sam staring off into space, apparently ignoring Zoe.

"God Dammit, Sam!" Dean yelled, "you need to pay attention!" Sam had snapped out of his daze to look at Dean, with hurt in his eyes. He knew Dean was right, he should be paying more attention to what he was doing, but Zoe didn't like it when Dean yelled at Sam, especially when he was so fragile.

"Stop yelling at him!" She snapped at Dean, "he wasn't ignoring me, I was doing what he told me to do, if he needs to space out until I need his help, it isn't hurting him!" Dean looked at Zoe with evident hurt in his green eyes. He knew she was right and that he needed to be nicer to Sam, but why did she have to be picking his side all the time. He turned to leave and Zoe felt her heart drop. She didn't mean to sound so mean, but she felt it needed to be said. Sam walked up behind her and she felt him hug her. She looked at him, surprised to see gratitude in his eyes. "What was that for?"

"Thank you," he said. "Before you, only Dora ever defended me, but it was usually from Dad. Dean has never yelled at me like that before." Zoe smiled softly before kissing his cheek.

"Anytime," she said. "You remind me of my brother, and I don't want to see the same thing happen to you that happened to him."

"What happened to him?" He asked, Zoe took a breath before she turned to him.

"He died of a broken heart," she answered. Sam looked at her with sympathy and pulled her in to hug her, and she felt a sob working it's way out. Sam held her as she cried, not only for her brother, but because of the stress that she'd been putting herself through for the past few months. He held her close as he would a sister, running his fingers through her hair and letting her cry out because he knew she needed it

As she cried, Dean came walking back to apologize to her for walking away when he saw Sam holding her. Fighting the jealousy bubble that threatened to form he walked up, feeling even more like shit when he heard her sob. Sam met his brother's eyes over Zoe's head as Dean walked up and sat down on a chair near them. As Zoe's cries slowed, she noticed that Dean was there. She looked at him, the tears in her eyes making them almost as transparent as glass.

"I'm sorry I snapped at you, Dean." She said, "it was mean and I shouldn't have." Dean nodded, accepting Zoe's apology.

"And I'm sorry I walked away, instead of telling you that you were right." He said. She let out a startled gasp.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" She smirked at him before looking at Sam, "did he just say I was right?" Sam laughed as he let Zoe go, she turned and looked at Dean who had a smirk on his face and hugged him. He was surprised, but hugged her back. She smiled and pulled back, "I'm going to make dinner, you two should talk." She walked away, with her usual bounce in her step. When she got to the house, she grinned to see John's GMC sitting in front. She walked to the house, almost walking into the Winchester Patriarch.

"Whoa there, Zoe, careful where you walk," he said reaching out a hand to steady her. She nodded and smiled at him.

"I was just going to start dinner. I was thinking steak, will you come help me?" She rambled at him he nodded and followed her into the house. They got things ready in silence for a while. She scrubbed and prepped the potatoes for baking and set the steak to marinade while John chopped veggies for salad. She heard the screen door open and close, but as neither one of the boys appeared in her kitchen, she didn't think anything of it. After she put the potatoes in the oven she started helping John with the salad.

"So, not that I'm not glad to see you, but why are you here?" John asked her.

"Well, since Addie disappeared, I decided to come help find her." Zoe explained, "and I wasn't taking no for an answer." John chuckled.

"Of course you wouldn't, you could outstubborn one of my kids." He commented, grinning. She nodded and he continued, "Dean's taught you the basics?"

"Yeah, and Sam's taught me how to research," she confirmed. John nodded and she spoke up, "speaking of Sam, don't be so hard on him, he's having a really rough time." John looked at her before she clarified, "he's been acting like Tim." John nodded, understanding immediately.

"Do you think he's gonna," John drew his hand across his throat for emphasis and Zoe shook her head.

"It was touch and go for a while but no." She said. John nodded and they finished making dinner in silence. Dean had been sitting outside the kitchen, debating with himself whether or not to go talk to his father, when he and Zoe started to talk. When she mentioned Tim, a hot bubble of jealousy filled his stomach and he rushed away, before he could make a sound drawing their attention to him. He went to his room and kicked the dresser, trying to vent his anger. He should have known that Zoe had someone, he just wasn't the right kind of guy for her. That realization didn't make him feel any better, but he told himself that it was how it was and that he'd need to get over her. His heart fell to his stomach as he realized he never would.

Sam heard the conversation too, but he figured Tim was Zoe's older brother. He walked into the kitchen and over to his Dad. John looked at his youngest son and smiled tightly, before turning back to the lettuce he was tearing to shreds. Sam picked up an onion and started peeling it. Zoe had just turned her back to check the potatoes when Dean came in, anger very visible in his demeanor. He glared at his family for a moment before sitting down at the table next to his father.

"Hey Dean," John said casually, dumping lettuce into the bowl.

"Hey Dad," Dean said, grabbing some tomatoes to dice. He glanced around at this small world of domestic tranquility and snorted, "well aren't we just one happy family?" Sam and Zoe shot him a glare before Zoe spoke up.

"What crawled up your ass and died?" Dean just shrugged, continuing to mutilate the tomatoes. Zoe watched him for a moment and then she spoke up. "Dean, we need diced tomatoes, not tomato sauce. Dean just glared at her.

"Well, I'm sorry I'm not perfect like freaking Tim, okay?" Dean yelled at her, not noticing her flinch or the other two men staring at him in shock. "If he's so fucking amazing, why don't you go back to him?" Zoe looked at him, feeling the color drain out of her face before she answered in a low voice.

"I can't, for two reasons. One, he was my older brother, and two, he's dead." She answered walking out of the kitchen before turning and her heel and glaring at Dean, with as much hate as she could muster. "Fuck you, Dean. I don't need your bullshit." She then turned around and left the house, slamming the front door so hard that the house shook. There was a shocked silence in the kitchen before John broke it.

"Well, you certainly put your foot in your mouth this time, didn't you?" He asked. Dean was numb with surprise at Zoe's reaction, he'd never heard her react that way to anything before. John looked at his younger boy, who seemed to get what was needed and left, to find Zoe, knowing she needed a big brother at the moment.

He found her near the back quarter of the lot, where they had been training with weapons earlier that day. She was sitting in the front seat of a rust bucket, crying harder than she had earlier. Sam didn't say anything to her, he just sat on the ground, next to her and pulled her into his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck, sobbing harder. He just sat there and held her while she cried, knowing that words were useless and that she just needed someone to hold her. As her tears died down, she noticed what a mess she'd made of Sam's shirt, it was covered with tears and makeup, both from earlier and now.

"I'm sorry about your shirt," she said, hiccuping slightly. Sam chuckled.

"It's okay, it'll wash." He responded, looking into her clear green gaze before asking, "Did Tim kill himself? She nodded.

"In the bathroom, with a noose." She replied dully. "His girlfriend that he was about to propose to had died in a car accident and he was convinced he couldn't live without her, so he hung himself. I was the one who found him." Sam looked at her, realization dawning on him.

"That's why you've been so worried about me since Dora disappeared," he said. She nodded and continued.

"You were completely shut down like he was, I couldn't watch you die the same way, especially since you and I both know that she's alive somewhere," Zoe said. "You're like a brother to me, Sam. I already lost one, I don't want to lose another." Sam nodded and pulled her close.

"I promise," he whispered, kissing the top of her head. She looked at him hope warring with doubt in her green eyes.

"You promise what?" She asked.

"I promise that you will never lose me because I kill myself," Sam said. Zoe smiled at him and snuggled back into his shirt, letting him keep the demons of her past away for a few more moments.

Back at the house, John was making a phone call, after having left his son in the kitchen to realize how disgusted he was with himself. The line rang three times before anyone answered.

"Hello?" The familiar male voice answered.

"Leo?" John said, confirming that it was the Whitelighter.

"Yeah, John?" Leo responded, John made a noise of affirmation. "What can I do for you?"

"I actually need to speak to one of the girls, are they available?" John asked. Leo was silent for a moment before he responded.

"I think Phoebe or Paige are here, let me check." Leo said.

"Okay," John responded, hearing the twinkle sound that always went with orbing. A minute later, Phoebe was on the phone.

"Hey, John!" She said, "what can I do for you?"

"I just wanted to let you know that I found the Colt." John answered.

"That's great!" Phoebe said, "and yet, I don't get that you're all that happy at the moment. Have you not found your daughter yet?"

"No, It's been months, I'm not even sure if she's still alive." John said, allowing the hopelessness to come out. "Dean fears the worst and it's making him edgy and Sam is just depressed all the time, I'm afraid I'm going to lose my boys too." He broke off with a sob in his voice.

"Maybe we can help find her," Phoebe said. "We have a lot of contacts, so we can help look. Come back to San Francisco after you deal with Azazel." John smiled.

"Why didn't I think of asking you girls before?" John asked.

"Because you're a stubborn man, John Winchester." Phoebe said, smiling. "Bring your boys this time, it's time they meet us."

"Will do, Pheebs," John said, using her nickname. "See you after we deal with this thing." He hung up the phone and turned to see Dean standing there, with accusation and annoyance in his eyes.

"Who was that?" He asked, "and what's the Colt?"

"A daughter of an old friend," John said dismissively. "The Colt is a gun designed to kill any supernatural creature, we should be able to kill the yellow-eyed demon with it. They helped me find it."

"God, Dad," Dean said. "Is that demon all you ever think about? Your obsession with it is gonna get you killed one day."

"I've been looking for it since the fire, Dean." John said, "you should understand."

"Oh I understand all right," Dean snapped. "You're so obsessed with hunting this thing that you went and left Addie alone in some town where you knew I wouldn't be able to get a hold of her. She's missing, Dad and all you care about is killing this demon. Your obsession is tearing our family apart and you don't seem to care. Haven't you seen it, Dad? Sam looks like he's about to fall apart because the love of his life is gone. You haven't even talked to him, have you?" John just stared at his son.

"Of course you would see that, Dean." John said, "You just pushed away the girl you love over a misunderstanding. Don't tell me that I'm pushing my family apart when you're doing the same thing." Dean looked at him, shocked.

"How long have you known?" He asked, "I hadn't even fully admitted it to myself until earlier today." John smirked at his son.

"Dean, I'm your father," he began. "I've known you and Zoe were meant for each other since you described meeting her almost three years ago. You need to find her, apologize and tell her how you feel, or she is going to leave, and she may take Sam with her." Dean's fist clenched and John clarified, "they will leave to find Addie on their own, not to be together. They think they are the only two who still think she's alive, and I'm beginning to think that she's not, but I have to take this demon out." Dean nodded and walked out of the room, still stiff and angry at his father, but realizing that he was right. Bobby came out of the next room, chuckling.

"Another bonding moment with one of your boys, John?" Bobby asked, shaking his head. John just looked at Bobby and shook his head and Bobby continued, "Were you on the phone with Phoebe Halliwell?" John nodded. "How are they doing since Prue's death?"

"Better," John said, "Apparently Patty had a relationship with her Whitelighter, Sam and they had a daughter, too." Bobby whistled.

"I thought that was against the rules," Bobby said. John nodded.

"It was, the rules have changed since then." John stated and Bobby snorted.

"So there's a new Halliwell?" Bobby asked. John nodded.

"Yep, the Power of Three remains intact." He confirmed and Bobby grinned.

"Good, cuz this world needs them," He said. "How else are they doing?"

"Well, Piper married her Whitelighter, Leo and they have a son, Wyatt." John said.

"Hang on, Leo? Was his last name Wyatt?" Bobby said. John nodded.

"That's where they got the name from, they were all surprised when he turned out to be a boy, that no one had a boys name picked out." John said.

"I served in World War Two with Leo Wyatt, it makes sense that he would become a guardian angel," Bobby remembered. "Got killed in the line of duty saving mine and a whole bunch of other people's asses. He was a damn good medic." John nodded, and Bobby continued, "Anyways, sounds like Piper's breaking all sorts of traditions."

"Yeah, she's an amazing woman," John said. "They helped me find the Colt, too." Bobby nodded and John handed it to him.

"It's a beauty," He said. A door opened and shut and they heard two sets of footsteps coming up behind them. John turned to see Sam and Zoe standing there.

"What's that?" Sam asked, pointing to the gun.

"It's a gun that will let us kill that yellow-eyed demon," John said, Sam nodded.

"After we do that, what then Dad?" Sam asked, Zoe looked a little shaken, but understood Sam's need to get some of his frustration out.

"After that, we find Adora." John said. Sam looked at him with hope in his eyes. "If she's alive, we will find her, I promise you Sam." Sam let out a sob and Zoe pulled him close, hugging him.

"We kill this yellow-eyed thing first?" She asked, John nodded and she grinned, "Well then, allons-y!"

Three weeks later all hell broke loose, literally. The yellow eyed demon had given them the slip and then caused a car crash, putting Dean in a coma. Zoe stood next to his bed, gripping his hand like if she'd let it go, he'd die. Sam was looking lost and John was looking guilty as hell over something. He and Sam kept getting in a fight over what to do about Dean and Zoe couldn't really handle it at the moment. Finally she snapped.

"Enough!" She said loud enough to get their attention. "We have a lot on our plates right now. We still have to find that damn demon, and look for my best friend." She was carefully not mentioning that it looked like Dean wasn't going to pull out of the coma he was in, and that her heart was breaking because of it. "We've lost enough as a family, you two need to stop butting heads and get along!" Sam nodded, looking ashamed of himself, but John stared at her a minute before nodding. He turned to leave the room, before looking at Sam.

"I promise not to hunt that demon without you, Sammy." He said before leaving the room. Zoe looked at Sam with sorrow in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Sammy." She said, before slouching down beside Dean like she had been before. Sam looked at her. The demon had beat the shit out of her and she was somehow still standing. He studied her face, noticing the bruises on her skin, her split lip and spectacular black eye. He turned and left the room, unnoticed by her as she ran her fingers through Dean's hair. "I love you, Dean." was all she whispered. Sam came back in holding an icepack and gently placed it over her worst looking bruise. She flinched at first from the cold, but relaxed as she realized it was soothing. She looked up to see Sam sitting next to her.

"If he wakes up, are you going to tell him?" He asked her. She shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't think he feels the same way." Zoe said, "he's not like you, if he felt something for me, he would have said so." She leaned her head against Sams shoulder, as weariness began to fill her body. Sam noticed the slight dig about him waiting so long to tell Adora, but let it go as he knew her nerves were shot. She started snoring softly as he looked at his big brother.

"You gotta wake up, man." Sam said softly, "She needs you, hell I need you." Sam could have sworn he heard Dean chuckle as he looked at his face to see no change.

Addie didn't know where she was. One minute, she was sleeping in her bed in San Francisco, the next she was in a hospital room. There was a man in the bed who was obviously in a coma and two other people, one man and one woman, sitting next to him, looking sad. The conscious man was the most gorgeous person she'd ever seen in her life, and the female was pale, with black hair and purple streaks. She felt a pull towards them, but didn't really understand what it was for. She was confident they couldn't see her and she walked over to the man in the bed to smooth her hand over his hair.

"Addie," a husky voice said her name and she spun around, to see the spirit form of the man standing behind her. "How are you here?"

"I don't know," she said. "I don't even know where here is. The last thing I know is going to sleep, and I woke up here." She thought for a moment, "maybe I'm astral projecting. They said it might happen." She then looked at the spirit with confusion. "Do I know you?" He stared at her blankly before laughing.

"Of course, I find you and you can't remember me," He said. "Life seems to be having a joke on me." Addie smiled softly.

"What happened?" She asked him, "to you, I mean."

"I was in a car accident." The man explained, "after having the crap beat out of me by my dad, who was possessed by a demon."

"I'm sorry," Addie said. "I hate demons." The man seemed surprised.

"You know about demons?" He asked her.

"Yeah, I live with a family that slays them on a regular basis." She said, "they're teaching me their style, but for some reason, I already know how to fight and things."

"Why do you keep saying you don't remember," He asked another question.

"Because I don't," she answered. "I woke up one day, surrounded by people I didn't know, in a house I didn't know, with no knowledge of who I am. There are some clues though, but I don't know what they mean."

"Like what?" He couldn't help but ask.

"As soon as I could get around, I lined all the windows with salt," she said. "And I'm here, with you, and your injury means something to me, but I don't know who you are." She sounded frustrated.

"I'm Dean," he said. She smiled at him, before frowning and turning around.

"Someone's coming," she said. A mist came pouring in from a nearby radiator and a demon formed.

"It's your lucky day, kid." He said, before smacking Dean on the forehead. The demon then turned to her, grinning. "Wandering a little far from your body, aren't you." Addie didn't even stop to think, she moved the empty bed in the hospital room between her and the demon. 'Wake up.' she thought, 'come on, Addie. Wake Up!' The next thing she knew, she was sitting in her bed, breathing deeply.

Dean sat up, gasping for air. Zoe and Sam looked up in amazement. "Dean," Zoe breathed, before all the energy went out of her body. Dean looked around, surprise on his face.

"Addie," he whispered, getting Sam's attention.

"What?" He asked.

"Addie was here," Dean said. "She's alive, Sammy." Sam let out a sob of relief.

"She's here?" He asked.

"I don't think so," Dean answered. "I remember talking to her."

"Dean, you aren't making any sense." Sam said.

"I know, it's all getting fuzzy, but she's alive. We need to remember that." Dean said, forcefully. He then looked at Zoe, who'd fainted. "Is she okay?"

"She's been sick with worry about you," Sam told him. "She loves you, you need to talk to her about it. I don't know how you feel about her, but you need to let her know." Dean nodded, moving his hand over to her head, letting his fingers run through her hair. Realization shone in Sam's eyes. "You feel the same." Dean nodded again, swallowing hard. Neither of them noticed John standing in the door making sure both his boys were okay before turning back to the demon standing next to him. It's yellow eyes shone as it smirked.

"You ready?" It asked, turning to go back to his room. John followed it, pulling out the Colt.

"Yep," he said, handing it over. The demon smiled and placed it's hand on his forehead.