The Charmed Winchesters

Chapter 1

Important!

This takes place at the beginning of Season 5 of Supernatural and is about the third generation of the charmed ones. The triplets are Piper's grandchildren. All monsters that have been in both shows, i.e. vampires and wendigo, are all shifted to supernatual's lore. If you have any other questions feel free to PM me or review and i will answer all!

I couldn't understand anything other then the fact that I was breathing. It felt like I had bricks piled on top of my chest. The smell of smoke began to drift into my thoughts and I could hear the sound of sirens and yelling people. I felt myself being carried, I was aware that my arms were limp, swinging as I was moved. Suddenly fresh are was biting at my face, tearing its way through the smoke in my lungs like it was evicting it. My body tried to work with it, forcing me to cough and pain shot though my abdomen.

"I need a medic!" I felt the vibration of the words, and I was placed on something hard and cold. Something was pressed to my face, shoving more fresh air into my mouth, my body continued to heave the foreign poison out of my lips, but something was holding me down, people! I could feel their hands pressing down on me. Something about the pressure was comforting, it didn't matter if they were helping or trying to hurt me, they were there.

I felt something get stabbed into my arm, and the darkness that weighed down on my eyelids was replaced with a bright fluorescent light. The last thing I remember was seeing someone lean over me, and like someone was closing a curtain, the light got smaller and smaller until I was left alone in darkness.

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Dean pressed his head into his hands against his head. He was trying to get into the mindset of going to bed. Having had just come back from the future where his brother was the devil and the world had been taken over by Croatians, he just wanted a few moments of shuteye before dragging his brother back into the life where Dean could keep an eye one him.

Just as he laid down on the bed, shut his eye and felt himself begin to drift off, he heard his phone begin to ring. "Son of a bitch..." He grumbled, rolling over in the sheets and snatching it off the bedside table. The number wasn't saved to his contacts, but that hardly meant anything. People in his life were constantly getting new numbers and ditching the old ones. "What?" He said.

"May I please speak with Dean Winchester?" The voice wasn't one that Dean recognized, and he found himself put off and confused.

"Who's calling?" Dean questioned.

"My name is Mary-Anne Lofstead, I am the attorney for the Halliwell family, I understand that you are familiar with Melinda Halliwell?" Dean searched for the name in his groggy mind, it was to late at night for him to be thinking this in depth. After a few moments the name rung a bell.

"San Francisco, right?" He asked, he hadn't been there since he was a teenager, but it was around the time be started hooking up with girls, Melinda had been one of the first girls he'd had the pleasure of spending the night with.

"Yes." She said, "I'm sorry to inform you that Melinda was killed the night before last. And your children are currently at the hospital in critical condition." Dean couldn't have been more shocked if a house had been dropped on him.

"Wo, wo, wo, I think you have the wrong guy, I don't have kids."

"Well your name is on their birth certificate and Melinda left me this number as a way to contact you." Dean shook his head, there was no way, he hadn't even had this number for a year, how would Melinda have it?