Yes, we have started another story. After watching the Charmed finale we just felt like roleplaying something including Charmeds future. So we started this crossover fic.

I am writing this story together with my friend Katie in roleplaying format. This means, that we do write in the perspectives of all our characters! The perspective will change from one person to the other several times. This is just what roleplaying is about. If you do not like this and it confused you too much, don´t read our stories!

I will try however to use some small borders to make you aware of perspective/character changes. Hope it helps…

We do not claim to own any of the characters besides the OCs. We just write for fun!

I am not originally English, so please bare with me if you find mistakes!

The story:

It is a Charmed, Buffy, Angel, Supernatural and Ghost Whisperer AU crossover, but I´m sure you will get to know characters that you don´t know within the fanfic.

Charmed: it startes in the future, when Wyatt Halliwell is 25 years old

Supernatural: it starts right after the season 1 finale

Angel: it starts about 3 months after the series finale

Buffy: it starts about a year and 3 months after the series finale

Ghost Whisperer: it starts in the future, when Melinda and Jims daughter is 22 years old.

We know, that we do mess up the timelines completely, but we don´t really care. This is just for fun and it is AU, so everything is possible.

After the Buffy finale Buffy and Dawn travelled the world and stayed in Italy for a while. Giles decided to start a school for all the Slayers that had been called. He also was made head of the new watchers council and now had all their ressources. He went to the other hellmouth in Cleveland to realise his plans. Willow, Xander, Faith and the other Slayers went with him. About 11 months after they arrived in Cleveland they managed to close the local hellmouth in a huge battle.

After that they all moved back to California where they started a new Slayer school in an abandoned building of the old watchers council just outside of San Francisco.

About a month later they heard about the big fight in LA and decided to go and help Angel and his friends. Buffy and Dawn had just been on vacation in San Francisco to visit their old friends when they heard the news. Not being able to just stand back they joined their friends on the journey to LA, where they arrived when the big battle was taking place in a dark alley.

Together they all managed to fight back the forces of evil that Wolfram and Hart had sent after them. Wounded and weak the surviviors arrived back at the Slayer school, where they are now.

This battle however was just the beginning, as Wolfram and Hart are planning their revenge. While they are working on their ultimate big plan they are sending demons after the well known forces of good in the world, to distract them from themselves and their plan.

To stop this upcoming new appocalypse the forces of good will have to unite and fight back together. Fate is already working it´s way and bringing them together…

The main characters:

Angel:

Angel, Cordelia Chase, Illyria, Spike

Buffy:

Buffy Summers, Dawn Summers, Faith, Riley Finn, Xander Harris, Willow Rosenburg

Charmed:

The Halliwell-Wyatt family:

Piper Halliwell, Leo Wyatt, Wyatt Matthew Halliwell (25), Chris Halliwell (23), Melinda Halliwell (21)

The Halliwell family:

Phoebe Halliwell, Coop, Phillipa Halliwell (20), Peyton Halliwell (19), Patience Halliwell (15)

The Mitchell family:

Paige & Henry Mitchell, the twins Mandy (Amanda) & Kaylee Mitchell (21), Michael Mitchell (20)

Prue Halliwell, Kyle Brody, Billie Jenkins

Supernatural:

Sam and Dean Winchester

Ghost Whisperer:

Melissa Gordon (22)

Ok, enough said… here the story goes. Hope you will like it!

Rescuing the Winchesters

Sam slowly opened his eyes while pain rushed through his body. He just wished to be unconcious and not feel the pain, but he knew it wasn´t possible. It surely was no coincidence that the truck had hit them. A demon had to be in it and he wouldn´t just go away. He was here and he would kill them.

He pushed himself up, ignoring the pain and blood. He knew it was his own, but he didn´t have time to find out where it was coming from.

He opened the door and slowly got out. Feeling dizzy he had to grab the door to steady himself. Breathing heavily he then made a step forward to open the front door where Dean was sitting.

"Dean, Dad", he called while trying to open the door. He then noticed that the car looked like a mess, especially on the side where his father was sitting. It would be a miracle if his father had survived the crash. Panic rose inside of him, fear of losing his father. And what if Dean was dead, too? He didn´t move.

"Dean", he said once more, grabbing his brothers arm.

Then he heard a roaring laughter. It came from the other side of the car, where the truck was. Next to it stood a man. He looked human, but he wasn´t, at least not anymore. He was possessed by a demon. And he was here to kill them.

Sam stared at him for a moment and tried to think of what he should do now. Their weapons were in the back of the car. But he would never reach them in time. And even if he did, what chance did he have?

The gun, he had to find the gun. Dad had it. Or was it Dean? He reached into the car to look for it, but he didn´t see it.

"Dean, wake up! Where is the gun?", he yelled. But then he was pulled away from the car and thrown though the air.

Landing hard on the floor Sam felt pain rush through his entire body once more. When he looked up the demon was standing over him with a grin on his face.

A groan passed through Dean's dry and bloodied lips, but his eyes remained firmly closed. Slipping in and out of consciousness he could faintly hear his brother calling for him. Sam's voice was so far away and out of his reach. And all Dean wanted to do was to sleep. Sleep through the pain that was penetrating through his whole aching body.

"Piece of - uh, crushed Metal!" a voice then suddenly called out.

A moment later parts of the car bonnet was flying through the air. Reaching its mark it made contact with the demon sending the creature stumbling over Sam and to the ground.

"Michael, get the others out of the car", Paige called out to her son, before running closer to the boy on the ground and to the demon that was slowly rising to its feet. Her blue eyes scanned the ground trying to find more ammo to throw at the thing before it had time to attack her. Spotting a bin a few feet away she held her hand out. "Bin", she called before flinging her arm in the direction of the demon. The whole bin zoomed through the air and crash into the demon who roared in frustration and pain.

Michael heard his mother and quickly rushed over to the car. Two men were inside. One looked really bad. Michael didn´t think that he was still alive. The younger one was bleeding out of several wounds, but he was breathing.

He grabbed the younger one and tried to pull him out of the car, but he was stuck.

Frustrated Michael made a step back and called: "Men", while moving his arm from the car to the ground beside him. Both men vanished in blue lights and appeared again on the ground next to Michael.

Smiling proudly he knelt down besides them.

"Mom, you have to heal them", he then called and looked over to her. He still wasn´t really good at healing. He had tried often, but only managed to heal small wounds sometimes.

Noticing that his mother was occupied fighting the man or demon - whatever he was - Michael sighed in frustration. He had to do something.

"Kind of busy here, Michael" Paige muttered in response, not that he had heard her because before she had a chance to properly call this out, the demon was charging towards her. Orbing quickly to prevent a collision, she formed back closer the young man who was still on the ground. Her tense gaze flickered over his body as if she was assessing his wounds. He was hurt, but he would survive.

The demon was once again charging towards her, she would have to act quickly. Frowning, she searched for anything that would stop this creature dead in its tracks and hopefully kill it. Noticing a sharp piece of metal which must have been ripped from the car during the impact of the crash, she quickly focused all her concentration on sending the pointy end right through the 'things' chest.

A defining screech told her that she had aimed well. The piece of metal that had formally been part of the car had penetrated right through the demons stomache. She had been aiming for the chest area, but close enough. Momentarily admiring her handiwork, she watched the creature drop to its knees before keeling right over. "Michael, how are they doing?" she called out referring to the two innocents he had pulled out of the vehicle.

She then peered down at the brunette man next to her "You okay?"

Sam looked at the woman confused. Moments before a demon had been standing over him, ready to kill him. Then he had been hit by a pice of their car which had knocked him down. After that Sam had witnessed a woman fighting the demon off with some kind of … magic – it had to be magic.

"Who are you? And how did you do that?", he just asked ignoring her question.

Michael kneeled over the younger man. He surely couldn´t help the older one, but maybe the younger.

He held his hand out over his body and concentrated. His hand started to glow and Michael saw a few wounds heal. Smiling he concentrated even more. Then he heard his mother call. Damnit, he thought as he fell back onto the ground. She had startled him and he had lost his concentration. Breathing heavily he turned around and looked at his mother.

"I managed to heal one of them a bit. But I think the other one is dead", he called back.

Sam heard the guys words and quickly looked at him.

"No", he called getting up and ignoring the pain and dizzyness. Dad can´t be dead, he told himself while hobbling towards them.

Paige opened her mouth to reassure the young man that she was here to help but Michael then called out to her, reminding her that there were two more innocents that still needed her help. Quickly she jogged over, passing the brunette. Coming to a stop besides Michael she dropped to her knees and pressed two fingers against the older man's neck searching for a pulse. There was nothing.

She briefly closed her eyes before digging into her pocket and throwing her mobile to Michael. "Call an ambulance. There isn't anything they can do, but..." she trailed off noticing the younger man who she guessed was the son had finally made his way over.

Michael took the phone from his mother and called 911. When a woman finally picked up he told her about the accident. Then he hanged up.

Sam arrived near his dad and kneeled down besides him.

He then tried to find a pulse, but had no luck. "No, Dad! Don´t do this!"

Paige felt sorry for him, but there were more important things to do right now. Turning her attention away from him, she held her hand over the other young man who was audibly breathing but was still unconscious. A light transcended down from her hand as she healed his wounds with ease.

Sam then noticed the woman holding her hand over Dean, and the hand was glowing. What the hell?

"Hey, what are you doing? And who are you?", he asked. He was really confused by their sudden appearance. But it didn´t look like they were demons. The woman had killed the demon and they hadn´t harmed him or Dean. On the oppositte, Dean looked much better already.

Paige glanced at Sam when he spoke. His injuries were not that bad but would still cause him a lot of pain and blood loss. They needed to be looked at but she didn't want to risk being out in the open for much longer. The crash was sure to gain attention from the public soon and she knew it wasn't wise to be caught near the crash sight. "We're taking them home" she decided, glancing up at her son. "Can you orb him home?" she asked, nodding her head in Sams direction.

"I'll take this one."

"Sure, I´ll take him", Michael answered.

Sam just stared at them. "Orb? Whats that? And you can´t just take us away and leave Dad here!"

Sympathetic but still very alert eyes flickered back him. Paige knew how he probably felt and could understand his reluctance to leave his father. She had lost her parents in almost the same way, except for the demon involvement. The scene before her screamed at her, causing her to relive painful memories of her own that had happened all those years ago. The car journey, her parents, the crash...the flames!

"I know I do not sound very sympathetic when I say this but there is nothing you can do for him right now. My main concern is to get you and him to safety. Demons were after you and until I know why, you're both in my care." Someone had called her after all, if it was unintentional or not. It meant that she had a new charge.

"It's okay" she then said gently, her expression softening a little. "Your father will be in safe hands with the police, I promise." Henry could get the body released later.

Sam sighed. He still had no clue who they were and what kind of powers the woman had. But they had saved them and it looked like they wanted to protect them. He would do the same if he was saving someone. It was just weird to be the one who needed saving and protection. But in their state and with that demon after them they really did need help. He just hoped it wasn´t a trap. But why would it be? Anyone could have killed them right now.

"He is my brother. He´ll be ok, right?", he then asked concerned before getting up once more.

"He'll Probably be a bit grouchy when he wakes up but he will be fine", Paige assured him.

Sam felt relieved to hear this. "If we go with you I´ll have to get some things first", he then said hobbling toward the back of the car. He would not go anywhere without their weapons!

Michael listened to the guy and his mother. He felt sorry for him. Loosing your father like that surely was hard. He then walked after him to see if he could help with anything.

Paige remained beside his brother patiently, despite the fact that they were wasting time. Watching Michael go and help, she sighed as she rose to her own feet stretching her tired muscles. She was definitely not as young as she used to be.

Pushing her loose hair away from her face, she allowed her eyes to travel over the disfigured car. What on earth did the demon community want with these boys? It could be possible that it was just a solitary demon searching for a kill but she somehow doubted that. There was definitely something more to all this - she could feel it.

When Sam opened the back of the car Michael stared at all the weapons inside and then at Sam. Who was he and what did he need all the weapons for?

He then glanced to his mother. "You should see this, mom!"

Frowning, Paige walked over. "What is – wow!" Her eyes gazed impressively over all the artillery. She now had proof that there was definitely more to all this, and she was worried. Who were these people?

"You've got a lot of fire power here", she queried, suspicion slowly creeping into her voice, "I'm assuming this in not your first run in with a demon?"

"Well, not everyone can do what you can", Sam said glancing at the woman while putting all the weapons in a big bag.

"And no, definitely not our first demon. There are way too many out there."

When he was done he turned around and walked over to Dean. "Dean", he said nudging his brother. "Wake up! I need to know where you put the gun!"

Michael who had followed him raised an eyebrow. "Don´t you have enough guns in your bag already?", he asked. What good was one more or less gun? They needed to leave before the police arrived, which could be any minute.

"That gun is different! Dean, wake up!", Sam said anxiously.

"Speaking of guns, can we hurry this all along, before the cops arrive?" Paige asked, pulling the rear of the cars boot lid down with an echoing bang.

Another deep groan passed through Dean's lips. With a grimace his eyelids slowly fluttered open. Surprisingly he felt pretty good, a lot better than he had felt before for sure. Turning his head slightly, he squinted up at Sam.

"What?" he rasped feeling a little disorientated. After a moment pause the fuzziness which had settled in his mind began to clear, giving him the ability to think more clearly. He pushed himself by his elbows so that he could look around. His eyes settled on their father's body.

"Under my car seat" he finally said, forcing himself to his feet.

Sam felt relieved when Dean finally woke up and moved. He difinitely looked better than before and even better than he felt himself.

He then got up and went to the car. Looking under the drivers seat he finally spotted the gun and grabbed it.

"Ok, we can leave", he then said looking at the woman and the guy.

"I´ll explain everything later, Dean", he then said. Not that he knew much himself. he more hoped to get some explanations himself.

Michael nodded and walked over to him and then heared sirens in the distance. "Ok, take my hand quickly. We need to be out of here when they arrive", he said holding his hand out to Sam.

Sam raised an eyebrow. He more thought of running, but he did what he was told.

The next second the two of them disappeared in a swirl of blueish lights.

Dean's eyes widened when Sam disappeared, being replaced by a number of blue lights which circled around each other before shooting off. Mouth agape, he turned to Paige who had just grabbed his arm.

"Wait-" was all he could spit out before he too disappeared along with Paige. The lights hovered for a few moments before fading. Leaving the crash sight deserted.

The police and Ambulance soon arrived, both unaware of the events that had taken place minutes before.

Michael orbed them to the Mitchell Manor, a house not far away from the Halliwell Manor, where he lived with his family.

They arrived in the living room and Sam looked around surprised.

"Nice", he said and quickly walked over to the couch. He still felt weak and wasn´t sure how long he would have been able to keep standing.

"Are you ok?", Michael asked concerned. "When mom is here she surely will heal you. I´m not that good at the whole healing thing, you know", he said.

Sam looked at him a bit confused and then noticed another blueish light apear right behind him.

"…just a darn minute-" Dean stuttered finishing the sentence which he had started to say before Paige had orbed them. Seeing that he was now standing in a nicely furnished living room, he looked around wildly until he spotted Sam. How in the hell did he get here? Still questioningly looking at his younger brother, he asked: "You alright there, Sammy?" He had just noticed that Sam had not survived the crash without a scratch - he was covered in cuts and bruises. Luckily he appeared better off than their father.

Dean swallowed the lump that was forming in the back of his throat. Now was not the time to start thinking about his dad. Not in front of all these strangers.

Sam was glad to see Dean again. At least they were still together.

"I´m still alive, if that´s what you mean", he then answered.

Quickly shrugging her coat off, Paige watched the two boys. She guessed that they were not much older than her own children. Once she was free of the warm fabric, she walked over to Sam and sat down beside him. The brothers could talk freely in a few moments, right now she wanted to take a look at the youngest injuries.

"Here, let me take a look at those" Focusing on the deep graze along his thigh, she used her healing abilities to heal the wound.

When the woman looked at his wounds Sam glanced at her and then noticed that her hand was glowing once more. He was about to ask her what she was doing when he suddenly started to feel better.

"How... how did you do that?", he then asked. "And who or what are you?" He now wanted to know what was going on.

Seeing as they were in no apparent trouble, Dean went and sat himself down in one of the chairs. Sam seemed pretty at ease with their current situation and seeing as he appeared to know more than Dean did, Dean saw no reason not make himself more comfortable. He was about to ask the rather attractive older woman what exactly was going on and what her part was in it all when Sam spoke up. Leaving his brother to ask the questions for now, Dean sat and listened.

"For starters you can call me Paige", she stated, now moving her hand over to his shoulder blade where the blood was still oozing out of a rather deep cut. Now that she had been in close contact with both boys she was pretty positive that Sam was her new charge. Call it her whitelighter sixth sense, or whatever, but Sam was the one with the magical powers. She was just unsure if he knew this or not.

"And that strapping young man over there is my son, Michael" she stated, her lips curling into a smile. She would have to tell her son how proud she was of how he had acted today, not once had he hesitated. He was learning quickly and Paige couldn't help but suspect that he would soon be getting his own charge.

"Mom!", Michael said annoyedly. The way she talked he felt like a child.

Paige chuckled slightly at Michael. She knew she often embarrassed her son, but it was all harmless fun. He was still her baby after all, even if he was twenty years old and had his own independent life. Well, not so independent; he still did live at home after all. Not that she was complaining, if she had it her way he would always live at home with her and Henry. The house would be so empty without the kids.

Michael then turned around. "I´ll get something to drink. Anyone want some, too?"

"Yes, please. And I´m Sam by the way", Sam said with a nod. He then turned back to Paige.

"Dean. And I'll have some water if you don't mind", Dean said, briefly turning his attention to Michael.

"Nothing for me, Michael" Paige told her son before turning back to Sam.

"I'm a Whitelighter. Your whitelighter to be exact. I'm not sure if you're aware of this but you subconsciously called to me when you crashed, which I guess makes you my new charge" The glowing light on his shoulder faded, and her work was done.

"There all better."

"Thanks, I feel much better", Sam said looking at himself. All wounds were just gone. He was as good as new.

"This surely comes in handy when fighting demons."

He then thought about what she had said.

"What is a whitel... er, what exactly did you call it? And how should I have called you? I don´t even know you."

"Whitelighter" Paige corrected him. "I'm kind of like a Guardian Angel - but, ugh - I hate that term", she waved her hand dismissively. "I help and protect charges - young witches and other good people, like yourself."

"Well, no offence but how come you haven't just popped up before this?", Dean butted in, "It's not like we haven't ran into a hell of a lot of trouble before."

Sam listened to her and raised an eyebrow. Before he could say anything however Dean already did that for him.

"Don't ask me, that's a question for the Elders", Paige said frowning. "…which you also know nothing about, ah, we'll come to the Elders later. You needed help Sam, that's all I needed to know. A whitelighter never abandons her charge."

Sam looked at her sceptical.

"This is all weird. I mean we were in trouble so often, but noone ever showed up to help. We already doubted there was anyone else out there fighting evil...", Sam started.

"Hey, that´s not true", Michael said while coming back with the drinks.

"Our whole family fights evil, and not just since yesterday!"

Sam looked at him surprised. Michael hadn´t said much so far, after all.

"You can say our family has a long history involved with the supernatural," Paige commented wryly. Standing up, she placed her hands on her hips and once again inspected the boys, they both look tired and by the look of it could do with some alone time. They had just lost their father. They didn't need her questioning them right now. The questioning could wait till the morning.

"Michael?" she turned to him. "Why don't you put out the spare mattress in the guest room?"

She then turned back to Winchester boys. "You two should get some rest", she said kindly. "You can sleep here tonight and we can talk more tomorrow."

"That's very kind of you, thanks", Dean said standing up, he wanted to talk to Sam alone without an audience.

Sam nodded with a smile. "Thank you. For everything", he said while getting up.

Michael nodded and left the room to do what he was told.

So, what do you think? Shall we go on?