Bleeding Rose

By: RavenHeart101

Disclaimer: Hahahaha. You are funny… thinking I actually own this…

Summery: Newest place for Sam and Dean is San Francisco, California. But, they aren’t the only ones there. Darryl called in Chris and Wyatt for a strange case. What will these four do when their paths cross? And what is this about an assassin witch after both Sam and Wyatt?

Warnings: Slash (don’t like it, don’t read it), language, sexual situations, alternate universe, disregard to some things probably seeing as to how I’ve only seen up to the middle of season 3 of Supernatural.

Chapter 7

The brothers went to bed relatively early after that. Once they realized that Chris would not be waking up any time soon, that is. Chris, himself, was plagued with bad dreams of an evil older brother and of darker times. When he awoke, the first thing he noticed was that he was not at his own house. The next thing he noticed was the excruciating pain he was in. Not caring about personal gain, he muttered a spell that he learned when he was young to heal the cuts. Not all of them healed, the spell was written by an eight year old, only the particularly deep cuts stood out on his pale skin. Pale because of blood loss he noted before falling back against the pillows.

The memories of the day before flowed back to him in a mist. His heart tugged at the thought of his brother hurting him and he hated himself for even thinking that Wyatt was acting on his own intentions. He did not even know where that thought came from. If Patty were there, she would have slapped him upside the head.

“Who’s Patty?” Chris jumped and sat up sharply in the bed, wincing when he disturbed the deeper cuts. The Hunters… yes he was staying with the Hunters… he had come here asking for help…

Dean raised an eyebrow at the witch before him as he looked down at his hands, hiding a blush. He walked towards the witch and held out a cup of coffee for him to take. Chris held it but did not drink it. He was not much of a fan of coffee. "Who's Patty?" He asked again, sitting down across from him and glancing over at Sam's empty bed. He had no idea where his brother dissapeared to in the morning. He scowled to himself, probably meeting up with that Ruby demon chick. "Girlfriend?" He asked when Chris didn't answer him.

Chris' green eyes shot up at him, looking at Dean with a more than a small amount of hysteria. "What?" He snapped out, his eyes wide. "No, no, no! Patty-she-she was my cousin."

"Oh." Dean said in realization, a small smile tugging at the edge of his lips. "Sister?" He asked again after a few moments of silence.

A small smile formed on Chris' lips. "Kind of." He said softly, gazing down at his linked hands.

"Best friend?" Dean tried again.

Chris was silent, staring at his hands. When he finally answered the Hunters question it wasn't hard to tell that he was trying to hold in tears. "Yeah." They were silent after that until Sam walked back into the motel. He glanced at them nervously before dropping down onto the bed.

"Dude, where were you?" Dean asked in an I'm-bored-but-slightly-annoyed-with-you voice. Sam glanced up at him, his eyes dull.

"Checking up on some leads." Was his short answer as he began to shuffle through his plastic bag.

Dean's eyes flashed lightly, and Chris noted how his fists clenched his mug of coffee just a little bit tighter. "With a little help from Ruby?" He asked as if he already knew the answer. His voice was thick with bitterness and a small amount of anger. Chris almost dropped the mug of coffee that was keeping his hands warm out of shock, he sounded just like Wyatt when Chris did something that he didn't approve of.

"Drop it Dean." Sam said with a small scowl at the bag in front of him.
Dean slammed his mug onto the kitchen table with a loud clunk. Coffee sprayed out onto the table. "No, Sam! I won't just drop it. She's a demon."

"And he's a witch." Sam pointed out. Color rose onto Chris' cheeks, spraying little red spots.

Dean's eyes hardened almost dangerously. "He's different." Wait so he was defending him now? Dean pushed that thought into the back of his head, filling it away for later.

Sam matched his brother's look. "How so?" His voice was equally as bitter and full of pure disobedience.

Chris stared at the brothers with wide green eyes. They weren't seriously fighting about him were they? "Because!" Dean yelled at his younger brother.

"Because why, Dean?! Because dad said so?!"

"Yes, Sam! Because I actually trust dad!"

"He's been wrong before!"

"Hey!" Chris yelled, breaking up their argument. He flew onto his feet, staring at the brothers with aggravation. "Thanks to your fighting, we've lost precious time to save my brother."

Dean had some decency to look a little ashamed. Sam, on the other hand, deflated quickly. "Sorry, Chris." He apologized with a sigh as he dropped onto his bed, his face immediately going into his hands.

Silence filled the motel room for a few minutes before someone finally piped up. "What'd you find out?" Chris asked, looking at Sam pointedly. His arms were crossed in front of his chest protectively and his hand loosely played with the rose necklace that still lied permanately against his throat.

Sam looked up at him, not Dean. "Your demon... the Habui demon?" Chris nodded. "Yeah... him. He's probably a new recruit."

"For what?" Dean asked slowly.

Sam shrugged. "Ruby didn't know." Chris noticed the way Dean's hand curled into a fist at the mention of the name.

He rushed for an answer to Dean's question. "Probably for this demonic uprising. We've been hearing about it for months."

The effect was desired, Dean turned his gaze onto Chris instead of Sam and he regarded him with slightly calmer eyes. "How come no one's done anything to stop it?" Sam asked quietly.

"The same reason no one did anything to stop Hell's Gates from opening. There was nothing that they could do. We didn't- and still don't- know where the uprising is being held. Most likely someone wants to become the Source of All Evil again. Either that or it's another demonic reality TV show." Dean looked at him as if he had lost his mind.

"A demonic reality TV show?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

Chris laughed embarrassed, rubbing the back of his hand absently. "Yeah... That's what I thought." Dean snorted just as Sam stood up from his bed and retrieved his cell phone.

"Where're you going?" Dean asked, staring at his brother with apprehensive eyes.

Sam's eyes clouded over in annoyance. "I'm calling Bobby. See if he knows anything about this demonic uprising. Or reality TV show." He then left the motel room, leaving Chris and Dean in there by themselves.

They were silent for a bit, listening to Sam outside the room, talking rather quietly to whoever this Bobby was on the phone. "You should go easier on him, you know." Chris muttered, glancing up at the older Winchester. Dean fixed him with an exasperated look.

"Yeah, because I want him turning into a demon."

Chris rolled his eyes. "That's not what I meant." They were silent once again, Dean surveying the witch with a weird look in his eyes. Thoughts were running through his mind, for some reason he wanted to be close to the thing-person he was supposed to hate, the thin-person he was supposed to hunt. It wasn't a new feeling, but the weird pounding of his heart when their eyes connected was.

Dean sighed and dropped down next to the witch. "I know what you mean." He muttered.

"Look, I know you may not approve of every choice he makes, but he's his own person. And you're not his parent, no matter how much raising of him you did. He gets that you're worried about him, but he's also worried about you. No one likes being controlled, Dean... not even younger siblings... or witches." He added as an after thought. They were silent for a few more moments before Dean snorted and looked down at the witch that had lied down in the few moments of silence they had. His green eyes were closed and his lips held a small smile.

"I have one rule for you, Halliwell." He said gruffly. Chris peaked open an eye, raising an eyebrow.

"And that is...?"

Dean smirked down at him. "No chick flick moments."

Chris laughed softly. "No chick flick moments." He seemed to be fighting off a smile, but there was one in his eyes. "Got it." Chris looked at him with a completely serious face for a few more moments before he burst into laughter, Dean following soon after. Dean fell onto the bed beside him, looking at Chris with that weird look in his eyes again. Said weird look made Chris' laughter die down and his throat to go dry. And then it happened. A tentative brush of lips that caused his heart to flip in his chest. A tentative brush of lips that then escalated into a kiss. A kiss that was long and sweet and lazy. And then the locket had to start bleeding and ruin the moment.

A: N- YAY ROMANCE! AND ANOTHER CLIFF HANGER! -does a horrible dance- I think Lamy needs a prize for a really nice review! SO THANK YOU SO DARN MUCH! -glomps- Gosh, thanks to every person that reviewed (and will review... -gives every reader a motherly glare until they press the review button-). I glomp you too. Sorry, it took me long to update... school got in the way of writing and it sucked(sucks). Am I forgiven? -puppy dog eyes- Who else saw the amazingly awesome premere of Season 5 of Supernatural last Thursday? I DID! OMG IT WAS AMAZING! I saw Castiel and freaked.... alright... enough with this really long Authors Note... I'll just go a head and post the chapter now.