"I need your help," Chris said as soon as Kyle formed in the park. He glanced around a little warily.
Kyle ignored his words, instead glaring at Chris. "What are you doing, Chris? Do you have any idea how dangerous this is? You calling me? Me orbing here?"
"I'm aware. I'm not stupid, Kyle, but this is important. I have a way to save him."
Kyle stopped short at that. "Chris…"
"I'm serious. I know a way. It'll work, too. I can bring him back, save everyone."
Kyle watched him for a moment, refusing to hope. "How?"
"First things first." He stepped closer to Kyle. "I need you to do something for me. I need you to make me a whitelighter."
Stunned, Kyle shook his head. "I can't do that."
"You have to. You're the only one I can ask, the only one left. Leo's gone, all the other elders are gone. Leo gave you the power before he died, I know he did."
"I can't," Kyle repeated.
"You have to. Please, Kyle. I can do this."
When Dean walked into P3, he'd gone there with the intention of at least talking to Piper this time. He'd been distracted, however by the sound of something crashing to the floor in the backroom.
"What the hell happened?" He asked when he opened the door and stepped into the room. Chris was struggling to lift himself up on the couch and Dean grabbed his arm, helped him sit down.
"I'm fine," Chris said when Dean looked him over.
"Uh huh." Dean's voice was skeptical. Blood stained the right side of Chris' shirt and, ignoring Chris' protests, Dean lifted his shirt to check the wound. The wound, which looked like it had been caused by some kind of knife, wasn't life threatening but it was deep enough to require stitches.
"So, I don't suppose I can take you to the hospital?" Dean took off his over shirt and pressed it into the wound, causing a pained hiss to escape Chris.
"I'd really rather you not."
"Right." He paused. "I'll get my first aid kit." He frowned before standing, however, remembered something Piper had told him. "Wait, I thought you could heal yourself."
Chris' eyes met his and he suddenly looked very nervous. Dean raised an eyebrow.
"So, I guess you're lying about more than Piper thought you were."
Chris closed his eyes and let out a sigh. "Please don't tell her."
Dean studied him a moment. "I'm going to get some thread…then you can tell me why I shouldn't."
"Well?" Chris asked when he met Kyle for the second time.
"I'm not turning you into a whitelighter, Chris. I wasn't lying when I told you I can't."
He held up a hand, cut Chris off. "There is something I can do. Something I do have the power to do."
"I can give you my orbing power." Kyle hesitated a moment. "I don't like the idea of you running around the underworld without the powers you inherited from the girls but I can help you pass as a whitelighter at least." He sighed. "You know your mom would kill me for agreeing to this if she were here."
"But she's not here, that's the point."
"Thank you for this. I promise I'll get them back."
Chris was really trying to focus on the pain in his side. He'd been unable to convince Dean to let him take care of it himself and he was still trying to think of how he was going to get out of this. He'd blown his cover already.
Dean handed over a bottle of whiskey as he started threading the needle through his wound. That pain did take most of his focus.
"So, you gonna tell me why I should lie for you? What are you…if you're not what the girls think you are?"
"Not a whitelighter," Chris admitted.
"Yeah, thanks. I got that already."
"I'm half…like Paige." The lie didn't leave his mouth as easily as he would have liked. He blamed it on the pain and the fact that Dean was way too close. Dean pressed the bandage he'd brought into the wound with a little more force than necessary.
"You know, if you want me to lie for you, you might want to stop lying to me."
"I'm not lying," Chris insisted. "And how would you know anyway?" Frustration leaked into his voice at his own inability to pull off a convincing lie to this man.
Dean snorted. "You've got the same tell Sam has." When Chris remained silent, Dean started to get up. "Alright. Maybe I should go find Piper then…"
Chris grabbed his arm, stopped him. "Wait, you can't." He paused. "Look, I can't tell you everything but if you tell the girls, they won't let me anywhere near the book or Wyatt and I have to be there. I have to save him."
Dean crossed his arms. "Save him from what?"
"I don't know. You think if I knew I'd still be looking? What I do know is that if I don't save him, then everyone dies. The future I came back from…it's not a good place to live. I had to convince the girls I was a whitelighter to save them…to save everyone."
Dean studied him a moment. "The girls are gone in your future." It wasn't question but Chris looked down, nodded anyway. "You knew them, didn't you?"
Chris' head jerked up, surprise in his eyes. "How do you…?"
"That look in your eyes. You don't get that look for strangers." He sighed, rubbed the hand that didn't have Chris' blood on it through his hair. "Alright, I believe you."
Chris' head went down again, his dark hair falling into his eyes. "Thank you."
Dean studied Chris as the kid fell asleep on the couch. The pieces were all there in his head. The kids mannerisms, the way he'd looked at Dean when he'd told the kid he believed him. It reminded him so strongly of Sam it was startling.
And the look in the kids eyes when Dean had asked about the girls? He was right. You did not get that look for strangers. He recognized it. He'd seen it in the mirror after his mom died, seen it in his dad. He'd seen it in strangers eyes after some spirit or whatever he was hunting got to one of their family members. People got that look for someone they cared about, someone they loved. For family.
Dean shook his head. He really needed to talk to Piper.
Piper had been wiping the same spot on the counter of the bar for nearly ten minutes, lost in thought. Her mind wouldn't rest. She couldn't stop thinking about Dean, wondering if he'd left. She was sure he wouldn't without at least calling her but the doubts still crept up.
She stopped when a hand was placed over hers, stopping the movement. When she looked up, she met Dean's eyes.
"You're still here," she said, unable to keep the surprise out of her voice.
"Still here." He paused, turned her hand so that theirs was entwined. "I'm not…I'm not leavin', Piper. I can't." He frowned a little and tilted his head, staring down at their hands. "I don't want to."
Piper gave him a small smile and nodded. She didn't want him to either. "Okay."