This plot bunny wouldn’t leave me alone, so I had to write it down, despite having like, three other stories. I can’t help it; my mind just wanders too much.

Summary: The supernatural world will be forever changed when the Winchester boys meet the Halliwell boys. Charmed and Supernatural crossover. (Man I’m a crossover freak, ain’t I?)

Takes place during Season One for Supernatural, and for Charmed, it’s in the future when Wyatt and Chris are grown. (Wyatt is 25 and Chris is 23). I know, the timeline doesn’t make sense, this is AU, let's say that Charmed happened like 15 years earlier than it actually did.

I do not own.

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Sam Winchester sat scowling in his brother’s precious car. What the hell is taking Dean so long? All he had to do was get some breakfast from McDonalds before heading off again. It had already been 20 minutes damn it!

Finally, Dean came out, one hand clutching a brown McDonald’s paper bag and the other was holding his cell.

“Sorry Sammy,” Dean said shortly as he got in. “Got a call.”

Sam tensed. He could sense the new job creeping up to them. “A job?”

“A chain of mysterious disappearance, both male and female, no apparent similarities between them,” Dean said. He revved the engine. “I’m back baby,” he purred softly.

“Dean,” Sam said exasperatedly.

“A friend of an old client disappeared recently,” Dean said, heading out of the parking lot. “Thought it might be sort of our thing.”

“Where to?”

“San Francisco,” Dean said grinning. “City of hot babes.”

XXX

Chris Halliwell was having a pleasant dream when he was rudely interrupted by his cell ringing incessantly. Groaning, he hefted himself up with one arm and reached for the annoying phone with the other. He flipped it open. “Hello?”

“Morning, sunshine,” sang the voice of his older brother. “Hope you’re up to some work today.”

“I’m supposed to teach today Wy,” Chris said dryly. “Magic School, remember?”

“Have Aunt Paige find someone else,” Wyatt said. “A bunch of witches have gone missing throughout the city. I’m surprised that mom hasn’t told you about it yet.”

“She’s busy with P3 and I’m busy with getting myself settled with my class,” Chris said. “Those kids are the worse, I swear. They annoy the hell out of me.”

“You were their age not long ago. They’re 12, right?”

“Insufferable brats,” Chris sighed. “Yeah, I’ll go tell Aunt Paige in a bit, I guess.” He climbed out of bed. “Where are you?”

“The room next to you,” Wyatt snickered. “I just thought it’d be an interesting way to wake you up.”

Chris sighed. “Jerk,” he muttered and hung up. He quickly got dressed and rudely stepped into Wyatt’s room beside his. “Damn you.”

Wyatt was sitting comfortably in front of his desk, his computer screen at some news site. “Hey, what can I say? Jumping onto your bed to wake you up has gotten boring…”

“…and childish,” Chris retorted. “You should be glad that the Elder’s are paying you to vanquish. Mom would kill you if you randomly waste money like that.”

“Where they get the money, I’m not sure, but I’m glad,” Wyatt said, spinning around. “Hey, shouldn’t you know? You’re half-Elder.”

“Psht,” Chris muttered, running his hand through his messy brown hair. “I only got some of their powers, you know that.” He trotted up to the computer. “You don’t know what’s going on yet?”

“The Elders were unsure themselves,” Wyatt said. “Must be some high-ranking demon. Anyway, the missing witches all have the power of telekinesis.”

Chris frowned. “What could the demon want?”

“I don’t know,” Wyatt said. “I tried the Book of Shadows, but I guess we haven’t seen this demon before. And I was just checking the news, just in case the disappearances have reached the news. If it did, we would’ve a big problem.”

“We’ve got to work pretty fast then,” Chris said. “Aunt Paige, Paisley, Patricia and Billie are in danger of this demon too.”

“They already know,” Wyatt said. “Aunt Paige should be safe in Magic School, and Paisley, Pat and Billie should be moving there today too, for protection.”

“Alright, so it’s just the two of us,” Chris said. “We can protect ourselves.”

“Right,” Wyatt bit his lip. “The problem is that at the last attack, Aunt Paige was at the scene. I’ve asked her, but she just said that a bunch of low-level demons surrounded the witch, who’s apparently Aunt Paige’s charge, and disappeared with her. Aunt Paige only managed to kill one of them before they left. They shimmer in and out, real quick.”

“Which clan of demons?”

“All from different clans,” Wyatt said.

“So there’s one high-ranking demon controlling many, many clans of lower level demons and they’re capturing telekinetic witches,” Chris said. “Perfect,” he added sarcastically.

Wyatt grinned. “Hurry up and get ready. You look like some bed rat or whatever.” Chris scowled and tried to hit him. Wyatt grabbed his wrist and pushed him towards the door. “Nup, you don’t get to hit the next king Arthur. Besides, you need me perfectly healthy. We’ve got an Underworld to explore.”

XXX

HONK!

Sam’s eyes opened instantly, and jumped, nearly hitting his head on the roof of the car. He groaned and rubbed his hands over his face.

“Revenge,” Dean said, getting in the car. He threw a paper bag and Sam caught it smoothly. “Breakfast, eat quickly. We need to meet up with Rob.”

“The old client?”

“Yeah.”

“What was the case?” Sam asked sleepily, taking out a sandwich.

“A werewolf had attacked his daughter. Me and dad took care of it. The guy moved here, something about not being able to live in the house without her or something.” Dean chewed his sub thoughtfully. “He was a nice old guy. Great taste in cars.” He smirked.

Sam rolled his eyes. “Did the two of you join together to fawn over this thing?” He patted the seat.

Dean glared. “Don’t treat her so disrespectfully, Sammy.” He patted the driving wheel of the car gently. “You’ll understand when you’re older.”

Sam snorted. “Yeah whatever.”

“Anyway,” Dean said, driving smoothly onto the roads. “He lives nearby. He works at as a janitor at some club… P3, I think. Rob said that Owen, his friend, had been out grocery shopping, but he never came back.”

“I’ve been checking the internet for some news on recent or past disappearances. Nothing came up,” Sam said.

“Nothing?”

“Zero,” Sam confirmed. “No mentions of any disappearances for the past while. Nothing supernatural ever goes on in San Francisco, or at least, no one documents it.”

Dean frowned. “That’s just a little weird, don’t you think?”

“Definitely more than a little weird,” Sam agreed. “I stumbled on an account of some random storm that’s definitely a bit supernatural, but that’s it. And the storm was about, 22 years ago.”

“Do you think it has to do with the Demon?”

“Nah,” Sam said. “Nothing happened before or after. It just sort of came and went. No accounts of any mysterious fire, mysterious disappearances, deaths. It’s a little too normal.”

“Tell me about it,” Dean said. “Here we are.” He parked carefully into the driveway of a run-down house.

Sam got out, looking around the small neighborhood. “Kind of reminds me of the old days.”

“Yeah,” Dean said. “Can’t expect too much. The dude’s a janitor.” He rang the doorbell. “He used to be some big-shot basketball player, from what I heard. He said he received a full scholarship to a university for basketball.”

“Wow, and he’s a janitor now because…?”

“Didn’t go to university,” Dean said shrugging. “His girlfriend got pregnant, and died in childbirth. He had to raise her up himself.”

The door opened, and to Sam’s complete surprise, a man of about thirty years old opened the door. “Dean, I was waiting for you.” He stuck out his hand.

“Rob,” Dean said, shaking Rob’s hand. “Good to see you.”

“And this is Sam?”

“Yeah,” Dean said, stepping aside to reveal his younger brother. “The Stanford geek I told you about.”

Sam smiled tightly. “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” Rob said. “Come on in, there’s a lot to talk about.” He opened the door wider, welcoming in the two. He motioned them to follow him to the living room, and invited them to sit. “I’ll be back. Do you need some drinks?”

“We’re fine,” Sam said, not letting his brother speak. Dean glared.

Rob shrugged and left.

“Dude, he’s old?”

Dean grinned and shrugged. “He’s older than me.”

Sam rolled his eyes.

“I never said he was old, old. Just old,” Dean said, as if it had made sense. “His daughter was only ten when she was bitten and, well, killed.”

Sam nodded. “With his daughter and girlfriend gone, must’ve been hard.”

Rob returned with a bottle of bear in his hand. “Hope you don’t mind.”

“No, go ahead,” Dean said. Rob flicked the cap off and took a swig.

“Owen’s been the one who supported me a lot during these past two years,” Rob said. “He’s one of those rare, really good guys, you know? You don’t get to see them a lot these days, and now, he might be gone…”

“It’s alright,” Sam said. “We’re going to find him, so if you could tell us some details…”

“Recently, there have been a few disappearances in San Francisco,” Rob said, taking another swig of beer. “I asked around and apparently it’s not a big deal for the residents around here.” Dean raised an eyebrow and shot Sam a look. “They say that it’s happened a lot, and the people usually come back in a few days. They say that Owen probably took a small vacation to his summer house or something and he’ll be back in a few.” Rob placed his beer down, looking disturbed. “I know he didn’t, he’s not someone who’d just take off like that you know? It’s so weird how these people just take disappearances like it’s an everyday thing.”

“Did you take it to the police?” Dean asked, suddenly a lot more interested.

“Yeah, they checked around his place and the grocery store and stuff,” Rob said. “They couldn’t find anything though, and they called me a few days ago, saying that they’ve got one of the best detectives in San Francisco searching for him.”

Dean didn’t look impressed. He and Sam shared a look. “Oh really? One of San Francisco’s best huh? What’s his name?”

Rob frowned for a moment, and reached into his jean pocket. “He’s my boss’ son. The police left me with his name if I ever wanted to contact him, but they said that he doesn’t like being bothered much.” He retrieved a crumpled up white piece of paper. “His name is Wyatt Halliwell.”

“Is there a reason why he’s suddenly interested in this case? I mean, I’m pretty sure as one of the best detectives in San Francisco he’d have better things to do, since disappearances appear to be the norm.”

“I heard his aunt was hurt around the grocery store area. People think it’s just coincidence that she was hurt around the same area that Owen disappeared. I mean, she’s still here, but she refused to comment on anything. I don’t know where she is right now.”

“So it’s personal,” Dean said. “Anyway, we better get going working on this case.” Dean and Sam got up from the worn couches,

“I appreciate it,” Rob said, getting up too and extending his hand. “Thanks for taking this up.”

“Our pleasure.”

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End of Chapter One

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