Heres the basic information for this story:

In this story, Melinda Warren had a son named Richard. Richard, however, died only fifteen minutes after his birth. Melinda did not know it, but her son was brought back as a whitelighter. He was able to grow into adulthood before the elders kept him at that age. He had a child, who continued the Warren line in a different direction than the Halliwells.

Lyla Warren ran into the New York City alleyway just in time to see the demon turn a corner. Dirty blonde hair wipping into her face, she rushed around the corner after him. This was getting very frustrating. Shed been trailing the same demon for nearly three hours and wasnt getting anywhere. Her powers of conjuring, pyrokinesis and levitation werent doing her any good now. She couldnt reveal herself to the demon until he led her to the innocent. If her sister Charlotte, Charlie for short, had known about this she would have came with her. She wanted her sister to have some time to relax, but was starting to regret it. Charlie would have known what to do in this situation.

Lyla grew more urgent as the demon made his way down to the subway. It was far past midnight and he hadnt made a move yet. She was sure that he was going to attack soon. With this thought, she rushed after him, and sat down next to him when she finally caught up. The only other person was a tall, white-haired man sitting across from the demon. Lyla kept glancing at the demon, hoping that he didnt know who she was. Charlie and she had quite a nasty reputation, after all. Only nasty if you were evil, of course. As the ancestors of Melinda Warren, distant cousins of the Charmed Ones, they were well-known and powerful witches.

"I know youve been tracking me witch," the demon said the instant the man got off.

She faked a laugh, "Witch?"

"Dont play games with me," and without another word, he flung an energy ball at her.

'Of course,' Lyla thought, 'It couldnt be a fireball.' She couldve deflected that.

Instead, she dove out of the way just in time to avoid the deadly blow to her chest, however she could not escape a painful wound on her shoulder. She fell to the ground, fell to the ground, but bounced back up and levitated, kicking him in the chest. This was not necessarily the wonderful rescue she had planned. Of course, in that fantasy where she saved the innocent, she was also fighting side-by-side with an extremely hot male witch. Recovering from the kick, he stood back up and tackled her out of the air. His eyes turned completly black and Lyla screamed. She conjured an athame with a wave of her hand, but he knocked it out and pinned her hands to her sides, climbing over her and holding her hands there with his knees.

And then the door slid open to reveal two men. The taller one had longer, brown hair and the shorter one had short, brown hair. Even given the current situation, Lyla couldnt help but notice how hot the both were. The demon, however, was not so focused on the new arrivals. He conjured an energy ball in his hand, drawing Lyla back to the present as the doors closed, and any chance of escape seemed gone. She heard one of the men saying 'oh shit,' though he didnt seem dased by the supernatural. Just as the man shot the demon, Lyla called her sister Charlie. Her voice resounded through the compartment. The demon cried out and flamed out. Charlie orbed there in time to see him flame. If Lyla werent so terified, she would have made fun of the short, low-cut nightgown and the toothbrush in her sisters hand. Charlie took in the scene, looking like she might kill someone. She decided that dealing with the men, who must have been using rock salt, was more urgent than yelling at her sister.

"Uhh," Charlie was too stressed to think of something to say to these men.

"Are you a demon?" the blonde demanded, pointing the gun at her.

"No. Im a witch and a whitelighter. What exactly are you?" she said, sounding worried.

It amazed Lyla that her very powerful sister was so cautious and worried all of the time. Then again, she couldnt name a time when her sister was dependant on complete strangers to save her ass from a demon.

"Were hunters," the tall one said, not sounding as harsh as the other, "Witches are real? I guess I shouldnt be surprised. Whats a whitelighter?"

"Guardians for good witches. Shes my sister and both of our whitelighters," Lyla answered, getting up from the ground, waiting for a comment on her all-black outfit from her big sister.

"Hunters? Do you guys want some help while youre in New York? Its the least we can do after you saved her sorry ass," Charlie said, ignoring her sisters glare.

The taller one chuckled and the blonde one smirked as he checked both of the sisters out.

"Were just taking a break for a while," the taller one said, and the blonde one seemed to dislike this fact.

"Well, you can stay with us if you want, but we dont live in Manhattan. Were in Brooklynn," Lyla offerred.

"Actually, that would be great. We do need to learn more about witches," the blonde one answered.

"Okay. Im Charlie Warren and this is my sister Lyla," Charlie said.

"Dean and Sam," Dean said, pointing to himself and then his brother.

Later

The two girls walked into their home, a three story Victorian that was rather large for a home in New York. The Victorian home was yellow and old-fashioned. The first story had the kitchen, dining room, living room, parlor, two offices, a playroom that they used as kids, and a bathroom. The second story held bedrooms, many of them, and three bathrooms. The third story had an alter room, a kitchen for potions, a storage room for magical goods, a small library that was the size of the living room, a work-out room, and a room that was used for self-defense (physical and magical) training.

Dean couldnt keep his eyes off of the sisters, and even Sam was checking them out a lot. Lyla was tall and thin. She had curves, though they werent very noticeable. She was around a B cup, so not flat-chested. Her hair was blonde, but had some darker highlights and some that were even brown. Her highlights were natural and her hair was a little bit wavy, but only a little. Then there was Charlie. She was several inches shorter than Lyla. She was around five foot two and a more of a figure than her sister. She had curves in all of the right places and was probably about two cup sizes bigger than her little sister. She had dark brown hair that looked almost black. It was straightened, but was naturally curly.

"I cant believe you guys are letting complete strangers stay with you! Youre two young women living alone in Brooklynn. Charlie, youre smarter than that!" Charlies boyfriend, Jake, was there and didnt even seem to realize that the three people in the parlor could hear him clearly.

"Jake, I know it seems weird, but... well we know that we can trust them. Besides we can take care of ourselves," Charlie soothed.

After a few minutes more, Jake stormed angrily out, seeming more jealous than concerned, and Charlie walked into the parlor. Lyla handed her a cup of coffee. Charlie sat down on the couch that Lyla was sitting on the arm rest of and sighed.

"I cant keep lying to him. 'Its complicated' isnt good enough anymore."

"Then maybe you should just break up with him," Lyla said with a smug smile.

"Why is that exactly?" Charlie asked.

"Because hes a jerk."

The boys looked at each other. Since when do women like Charlie date guys who are jerks?

A/n: Hope you like it so far. Please review. I want to get a book published, so please, please, please, if you see anything I can improve with my writing let me know!! Dont be too nice. I need your insight!!! Also, I dont know why, but the apostrophes dont show up in my writing on fanfiction. Its ont grammar mistakes, its my computer being stupid, as usual.