Author's Note: So, I'm assuming that most of you guys reading this story, are both Supernatural and Charmed fans, and may be able to figure out that I kind of combine two episodes from the two shows together. Anyway, this is going to be split into two chapters. i was going to upload the second one today as well, but I didn't get a chance to finish. So, enjoy. And REVIEW!

"Today is going to be a great day." I boasted proudly to Sam and Dylan who were in front of the big screen. Dylan, not interested in what I was talking about tried to see past me to the screen. Sam smiled at me.

"What are you going to do today?" he asked. I came and perched on the side of the bed and smiled down at him.

"Absolutely nothing." I gave him a peck on the lips and then looked at the screen. "What are you guys watching?"

"Saw 6." As I watched some chick get impaled I nodded.

"Oh, ok that makes sense." Dylan gave me a quick glance.

"So, you're finally slowing down. No more super-witch? No more workaholic?" I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, yeah. I know, I became absorbed in keeping myself busy to the point of obsession. Don't worry Dr. Gray. I haven't completely lost my mind."

"Yet." She joked.

"How's Kimberly?" I asked.

"She's still acting as if she doesn't care. Cody came over yesterday looking for her; she walked past him and left."

"Well, it serves him right." Sam said suddenly. "He said he doesn't want to be with superwoman."

"He was still pissed and he doesn't know the whole story." Dylan defended him.

"Yeah from what she told him, he probably thinks we're mentally ill, running around dressed in costumes. How could she expect him to be okay with that?" The door opened and Kim walked in.

"Hey guys." With that, she went straight to her room.

"She's not dealing." Sam murmured after she was out of sight.

"You think?" Dylan jabbed. Dean walked in shortly after.

"Hey guys. Was that Kim I just saw walk in the house?" Sam and I shared a look.

"Yes. Yes it was." Sam answered.

"Okay, then the gangs all here."

"Uh oh." The three of us responded.

"Yeah. Uh oh's right. I just got a call. Sammy, you remember Martin?"

"Yeah, he stopped hunting."

"He says there's a case at the psychiatric hospital he's in."

"And where's that?" Dylan asked.

"Ketchum, Oklahamo." My eyes fell out.

"OKLAHAMO! Dean, you weren't here so you are excused, but… today I don't feel like doing anything." I began to sing the Bruno Mars Lazy Song. Dylan backed me up with the whistling. "I just want to lay in my bed." Sam and Dean stared at us and shook their heads.

"Look, there have been some deaths recently and he says it's our kind of deal."

"Didn't you say this Martin person is in a psychiatric hospital? As in a patient? You want us to go to Oklahoma to investigate a monster that a psychopath claimed to see?" Dylan asked.

"That's not a real enlightened attitude for a psych major Dylan." Sam scolded.

"Eh. I can't always be in Psych mode."

"Besides, she does have a point." I pointed out. "How do we know that he's not conjuring up a demon from his hunting experience because his psyche cannot handle anymore death?" I countered.

"You willing to bet another innocents life on that theory Shar?" I pouted at Dean.

"But… the Lazy Song." Dean blinked at me slowly.

"Get dressed. I'll fill Kim in on this one."

"I don't think she's up to it. Maybe she could sit this one out?" Dylan asked.

"No. We don't know what we're up against. We may need the power of three."

As Lucifer used one of his many skillful powers to project his mind, he listened intently to our squabble. Lucifer, apparently did not appreciate my sisters denying his final offer, so he was spying on us to see how to change our minds, but opportunity struck. Lucifer doesn't really care for the bottom feeders, but he always did find Wraiths particularly interesting. Not their feeding process of course, but their mind games. He almost admires them. Quickly, he appeared to the monster.

"Now before you do something you would painfully regret, I'm here to make you a proposition." The wraith stared at him. "In all honesty, you really don't have a choice anyway if you want to survive."

"Who are you, and why should I care?" With a simple smirk, the wraith was pinned to the wall.

"The names Lucifer." Wide eyes followed his statement. "So you've heard of me, I guess? Look, you're going to have some visitors today. I don't know. Maybe you've heard of them. The Charmed Ones?" Panic struck in its eyes. "As far as I know, they aren't coming to make friends with you, and they certainly are not coming alone. The Winchester boys are accompanying them. Now, these girls are very powerful, but they need to be taught a lesson. Stumbling across you just seemed convenient. I want you to separate them all. Get into their minds. Be creative, but your main objective is to get one of the sisters to relinquish their powers. They know how and it's easier than you would think. All it takes is a simple spell read three times just by one of them. As of now, I think the sister that would be most open to this is the eldest. She's losing her boyfriend because of witchcraft. In truth, she never wanted to be a witch. She's afraid of everything that could happen and everyone that she could lose. Prey on these feelings. Do not kill them though. When they relinquish their powers, they will be mine. I'll slap them up a bit. Torture them for like a month or two and they'll turn. Once they do, I'll give them back their powers to rule beneath me. As for the Winchesters. Have fun. Whatever you do to them, I could just fix later. Fail and you will suffer a faith worse than death."

"And why are you telling me all this. Why not just force me to do your bidding and keep me in the dark?"

"Because, if you know what's at stake for me, then you will realize how much is at stake for you. I wouldn't lie to you. You can trust me. After all, I'm an angel." With that he was gone.

"So, this is your brilliant plan? You're going to tell the doctor that you're a hunter? Tipping off the monster?" Kimberly said bitterly.

"You got a better one?" Dean countered.

"You get in your way? When you guys get caught, we will get in our way and save your ass." Dean and Sam sat in front of the doctor patiently. Bobby called into the hospital and spoke with the doctor claiming that he was a psychiatrist and he had two major cases on his hands. The girls and I waited outside for our appointment trying to get into crazy mode.

"Why don't you tell me how you feel?" The doctor began. Sam sighed heavily.

"I'm fine. I mean, okay, a little depressed I guess."

"Alright. Any idea why?"

"Probably because I started the apocalypse." Dean shared a look with the doctor.

"The apocalypse." The doctor repeated. Sam nodded.

"Yeah, that's right. I killed this demon and I accidently freed Lucifer from hell so now he's topside and we're trying to stop him." The doctor looked up from his notes.

"Who is?"

"Me and him." Sam pointed to Dean, who didn't object. "Along with three witches and an angel."

"I'm sorry, did you say witches?"

"Yeah, the charmed ones. Their pretty cool. I'm dating one of them."

"And you have an angel… you mean on your shoulder?"

"No, no. His names Castiel. He wears a trench coat." Sam quickly responded.

"You see what I mean doc? The kid's been beating himself up about this for months. The apocalypse wasn't his fault." The doctor slowly looked at Dean.

"It's not?"

"No. It was this other demon Ruby. She got him addicted to demon blood and near the end he was practically chugging the stuff." The doctor was in disbelief and as he looked at Sam, Sam hung his head down in shame. "My brother's not evil. He was just… high. So could you fix him up so we could get back to driving around the country and killing monsters." The doctor smiled and told them to wait one moment while he made a phone call.

"Herma… cancel my lunch." The doctor said. As they exited the office and past us in the waiting room, the doctor apologized for the delay that was going to take place.

"Don't worry. It's okay. We have all we need as long as we're together." Kimberly said with a bright smile. The doctor furrowed his brows and nodded at her. Sam and Dean went with the nurse to get a checkup. She was annoyingly chipper.

"Alright, you can go ahead and take down your pants." Sam looked up in confusion.

"Um, what? What for?" Snap went the glove!

"How was your silkwood shower?" Dean asked when he finally met up with his brother again.

"Okay." Sam said awkwardly. "Yeah, good. Yeah, good, um, good water pressure. Did the nurse-" Dean cut him off.

"She was very thorough."

"Yeah. Good."

"Hey guys!" Kim called.

"Where's Shar and Dylan?" Dean asked.

"Solitary Confinement." She said with a broad smile. Sam and Dean looked at her in shock. "And that's how it's done." She gloated.

"What did you tell them?" Sam asked.

"Do you really want to know?"

"So, ladies, sorry for the wait. I understand that you three have also been sent here by Dr. Babar in Chicago."

"Yes sir." Kimberly spoke.

"And you three know Alex and Eddie, Dr. Babar's other patients?"

"Boomer is my cinnamon bun!" I said in my perky cheer voice. The doctor eyed me carefully.

"Who's Boomer?"

"Her boyfriend." Kimberly interjected.

"I hate that asshole!" Said Dylan

"Don't be mean Buttercup! Smiling will save your soul!" I protested.

"Don't tell me what to do Bubbles!"

"I'm sorry. Are those nicknames?" he asked Kimberly. Obviously she was the sane person out of the three.

"No. I'm Blossom. This is Bubbles. And that's Buttercup. We need your help doctor. My sisters cannot control their emotions."

"You're mean Buttercup!" I began to cry. I pulled my knees up to my chest and began to rock back and forth. "I'm not your friend anymore!"

"Boohoo, cry me a fucking river." Dylan responded.

"WAH!" I began to ball.

"You see, we need your help. We cannot do our job if they keep this up. When our wrath collide Doctor, it's scary. We could actually split up and then what?" Kimberly's voice sounded serene and neutral. Very creepy. Like some weird stalker. "We have to stay together forever. All we need is each other." she smiled.

"Yeah! Well Bubbles is a baby." Kimberly stood up just then.

"Oh no."

"Don't… call… me… BABY!" I screamed as I launched myself over Kimberly.

The boys looked at Kimberly in shock.

"Oh my God." Sam finally spoke.

"So let me get this straight. You three channeled the Powerpuff girls?" she shrugged.

"You only get to do it once in a life time Dean."

"No. No, actually you don't. You shouldn't ever." Sam said as he shook his head.

"Yeah, well the doc thinks I'm severely co-dependent, Shar's suppressing a lot of darkness, resulting in the overly perky behavior and the random outbursts, and Dylan is suppressing deep sadness, resulting in all her anger.

"Did Dylan really jump on the man's desk and scream 'you look like a pumpkin, bitch'?" Dean asked. Kimberly began to topple over with laughter just thinking about it.

"Yeah and then Sharnel cried and said that she's not orange, while I, hating the fighting, began hitting myself in the head. It was quite the spectacle. Sorry you missed it."

"Okay, well, they're pretty much useless being locked up."

"Oh, it won't be for long. Just until lunch. The doctor can't keep them away from me for too long because I told him I'd run into walls. By the way… not as fun as it looks." Dean gave her a slow blink and then looked past her.

"Oh. There he is." Dean spotted Martin. The trio walked over.

"Sam, Dean, wow. Wow, you boys got so big. You look good." Martin stood to shake their hands.

"Thanks, you too." Said Sam, trying to be polite. "Um, this is one of our friends. Kimberly. She and her sisters are here to help."

"Nice to meet you." She said shaking his hand.

"You too. Thanks for coming." The four of them took a seat. "In the old days, I could have taken care of this with both hands tied behind my back… but, well, now…" he trailed off.

"What do you think it is that we're hunting?" Sam asked.

"I don't know yet. A ghost, demon, monster." Martin whispered. "Animal, vegetable, mineral." He attempted to joke, but all three current hunters were watching him skeptically. "The hospital's had five deaths in the last four months. Doctor's keep calling them suicides, but they're wrong."

"How do you know that they aren't suicides?" Kimberly asked a bit irritated. Truthfully, she never wanted to be involved with this case. It sounded like a waste of time to her from the start and she had enough troubles on her mind then to have to deal with a nutcase all day.

"Has anyone seen it?" Dean asked hopefully.

"Well, a couple patients have had glimpses, but there's not a lot to go on."

"Are they reliable?"

"Yeah, sure. Why wouldn't they be?" Kim stared at Martin blankly. She turned to Sam.

"Is he serious?" she spat out bitterly.

"Look, I know you think I'm a bag of loose screws. You wouldn't be wrong, but I wouldn't have called unless there was something here. I can feel it in my gut." Kimberly sighed.

"We need Shar. Maybe she can get a premonition. Put a face on this…thing." Kimberly suggested. Dean tensed next to her.

"She can get a what?" Martin asked. Sam quickly steered the conversation elsewhere.

"We believe you Martin. Have you checked any of the bodies? Found signs of an attack?" The man sighed.

"No. I don't, I don't go around dead bo-bodies anymore." He said with a shutter. Kim raised a brow at him.

"Alex, Eddie, I see you're making friends with our new patient Blossom and Martin."

"Their names are Brick and Boomer, doctor. Butch isn't here." Kimberly corrected pointing from Dean to Sam. "And Boomer's not my friend because he keeps trying to steal Bubble's away from me." Dean and Sam stared at her as she spoke with that creepy monotone voice. "Can I see my sisters now?"

"I'm sorry Blossom, but I told you, they will be back at lunch time. In the meantime, why don't you join us?" The four stood up and walked to the room with the rest of the patients. The doctor stopped and blocked Dean. "Actually, I'm going to be putting you in the afternoon group."

"What? Why?"

"To be frank, the relationship that you have with your brother, much like the one Ms. Evans has with her sisters, seems dangerously codependent. I think a little time apart will do you all some good."

Dylan orbed into my room.

"So that was fun. I didn't appreciate the clawing though." I gasped in fright.

"Yeah, well, I didn't appreciate the biting. Crazy." I said fighting to catch my breath. "What are you doing? If they check on you and you're gone, we are screwed."

"Eh. I wouldn't be the first looni-tune to escape the confines of her room. They're not going to scream witch."

"So, when do you think they'll let us out of here? They tried to drug me, so I calmed my ass down."

"Yeah me too. Hopefully they let us out soon. I'm getting bored." Dylan answered. I laughed.

"Yeah, I hear ya. Oh, and by the way…" I trailed off as my hand met her face. I gasped as I was drawn into a premonition.

Lucifer stood in front of Dylan and I with a triumphant smile, while Kimberly lay unconscious on the floor. We tried to run to her, but he flashed his hands and we froze. Then with a wave of his hand, orbs flew us into the wall, landing Dylan on some kind of hook. She hung from it, still alive, but in severe pain. A dagger orbed into his hand and he threw it right at me.

"What the hell!" Dylan shouted.

"I told you no slapping or punching, so I owed you that one." I answered, distracted. She sighed in frustration.

"Fine. You're right." Staring at me, she began to notice something was wrong. "What?"

"We have problems."

"Well, the doc thinks he can fix them." I shook my head.

"No. I mean huge problems. I just had a premonition."

"You smacked me and got a premonition? I don't like the sound of that. What did you see?" she asked.

"Lucifer… killing us with our powers."