Castiel led the way, walking towards the house that was in serious need of some spring cleaning.
"Wait here." Castiel said when we were in front of the door. Within a blink of an eye he was gone.
"I still don't see why we're doing this." Dean said. He sat at the table in the library, cleaning his gun.
"Oh, come on Dean. We had this discussion already." said an irritated Sam.
"Yeah, I know, but witches?"
"Cass said they are good people." Sam tried again. Dean laughed humorlessly. "What?"
"Nothing." Dean said, dismissing it.
"No, say it. You have been burning to say something to me. Just get it off your chest."
"No, it's just… I don't know. I thought you might have learned something." Dean stared at Sam, waiting for him to object.
"Learn something about what?" he asked confused.
"Who to trust. You left me to go run around with "bloody Ruby" and she bit you in the ass and opened the gates to hell, and now you want to dive head first into a pile of witches?" Dean and Sam stared at each other and let the awkward silence argue their points.
"They are here." Castiel said, appearing behind Sam. Dean and Sam let out a restless sigh. They know the popup show by Castiel far too well.
"We don't need their help." Dean hopped out of his seat, and picked up his gun. He saw Castiel open his mouth to say something. "Yeah, I know. They are very powerful and could be useful, but witches Cass? I'm not that desperate."
"But you are." Castiel said. Dean glared at his gun. "I told you that these witches are good. They are the Charmed Ones. The three most powerful witches in history."
"So, doesn't that make them a threat?" Dean protested.
"Let me ask you this. If they really are that powerful, would you rather have them against you?" Castiel shot back. Dean broke eye contact in temporary defeat. Castiel walked out to open the door for us. "Follow me." They heard him say.
We walked inside to reddish walls and worn furniture. It looked like a place that was once warm and homey, but was brought down in spirit by dark times.
"Follow me." Castiel ordered. There was no mindless muttering between us. There weren't even any impatient complaints when we were waiting at the door. The past twenty minutes sunk in at those moments of brief silence, and we were completely taken over in our thoughts.
"How could we be Charmed? Why is this happening to us? The world lies in our hands? What if we fail?" Worry tormented us up until the moment we walked into a room full of books, a desk and two men that were so stunning, my heart picked up in speed when I saw them. They were tall, one much taller than the other, but still both were taller than us. The taller one had neatly layered brown hair that wasn't too long and blue eyes, while the other one had shaggy blondish brown hair which was cropped short with green eyes. They were gorgeous and apparently a little dangerous. The shorter one held a gun, and the other one had his knife on the table. What the hell did we walk into?
"These are the brothers I was telling you about." Castiel broke the silence, and my trance. The taller one walked up to us and held out his hand.
"Hi, I'm Sam." He said. He smiled and I thought I was back in the eighth grade when I would collapse at the sight of my imaginary boyfriend, Jamal. Kimberly shook his hand.
"I'm Kimberly. This is Dylan and this is Sharnel." She said introducing us.
"And this," Sam said waving Dean over. He didn't seem too pleased. "is my brother Dean." Dean gave us a lazy wave and a fake smile.
"So, these are the girls who are supposed to help us save the world." He stated in a sarcastic tone. Great, another Kimberly. "So, what is your big plan to kill the devil? Plant hex bags in his hotel room?"
"Hex bags?" Dylan asked. "Um, that sounds like black magic." Dean rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, anyways, we just found out about all of this. We don't have a plan." I said.
"Oh, that's great. So the world is in the hands of new comers?" he fumed.
"They are gifted and will come into the craft quickly. This is their destiny." Castiel defended us.
"I think angel wings might be right." Said a man that came from the steps. "I've been reading up on the legend of the Charmed Ones."
"Oh, come on. It's a TV show!" Dean exclaimed. "Forget my personal disliking of witches. They are still another setback. Someone else put in danger. Someone else we have to look out for."
"And you will learn to!" Castiel ordered. "Girls, meet Bobby. He's their… mentor would be the best name." Bobby smiled at us and went back to reading.
"Good magic will pass through generations until they settle with three sisters. They will be guided to their destiny with time and growth, to become the Charmed Ones when they are needed most." Bobby spoke.
"It makes sense. If ever there was a time for super witches to be needed it would be the apocalypse." Sam said.
"And my best thought is that the show was their guide so that they will know what to do when the time comes." Bobby concluded.
"Trust me." Dylan breathed. "The show could not prepare us for this."
"Okay. So, what now?" Sam asked.
"You must keep them safe. Demons, hundreds of demons will take the advantage and try to kill them tonight. Bring them to the safe room." Castiel said.
"What advantage?" Dean asked. Castiel looked at us sternly.
"They have no powers."
"What?" the three men said in unison.
"As children, their parents bound their powers to keep them safe. To get them, they must read from their Book of Shadows, which will not be here until tomorrow."
"Okay. So, then we need to go downstairs." Sam said, hopping up.
"Sam." Castiel said. Everyone stopped and returned our attentions to him. "Just like there are different types of witches, there are also different types of demons. That safe room… will not keep you safe forever. I will help their parents get the book. Train them to fight." Castiel said and then vanished. The five of us stared at each other filled with questions, but we knew we didn't have the time. Bobby led the way downstairs to the basement which is where he built a safe room. The walls are made of 100% iron and soaked in salt. There were also pentagons and other symbols we didn't recognize everywhere.
"So, why do you have guns?" I know, I know. What a ridiculous question to ask but the silence grew with the awkwardness and it was killing me. The three men looked at me like I was stupid. "I just mean that guns are too risky. I mean it doesn't work on them, but if they use it on you, game over."
"Guns work… if you have the right tools." Sam said.
"You know, if you're going to hang around us, you're going to have to learn to use one." Dean mocked me.
"No, we don't use guns." I said.
"We don't need them." Dylan added with a cocky smirk. Dean chuckled. More silence. Once in a while, Dylan, Kimberly and I would share a conversation and so would Dean, Sam and Bobby, but we never interacted.
"So, do you girls know how to fight?" Bobby asked, trying to make conversation. Suddenly, we heard shuffling coming from outside the iron walls. Our heads turned to the door. Then we heard footsteps run over us. We looked up to the ceiling where there was an iron pentagon. Dean and Sam took the safety off of their guns.
"Stay here." Bobby said. He opened the door to the safety room. Dean saw the worry on our faces.
"They can't enter. You're safe." He said. Bobby stepped out of the room and walked to the staircase. He saw nothing. "Bobby, get back in here. If they're hiding, it can only mean one thing. It's a trap." Bobby walked back into the panic room. Suddenly, there was someone standing by the staircase watching us with black eyes.
"Guys." Dylan said, pointing to the demon. Sam lifted his gun to shoot, but the demon raised his hands and made the door slam shut. We heard the lock shut on the other side. We decided not to worry, but then we looked at the men who are used to this, and saw the worry on their faces.
"Why would they lock us in here if they want to get to us?" Kimberly asked shaken.
"Like I said, it's a trap." Dean said.
"Not a well thought out trap." Sam said. "They can't enter the room, so we are safe for the night. We can jus-"
"Sam!" I screamed, cutting him off. A demon shimmered inside the safe room behind him. Bobby and Dean were too shocked to move.
"What the-" Dean said before the demon slapped Sam, and sent him flying into the iron wall. Ouch. The demon then looked at us. He launched himself at us. All I could hear was our screams and gunshots. The demon screamed and blew up.
"You were saying?" Dylan said to Sam. So much for us being safe.
"How the hell did that thing get in here?" Dean asked half amazed, half aggravated.
"I don't know. It must be powerful." Sam grunted as he got up.
"Please, that demon was low-level." I said. The men stared at me like I was speaking another language. Jeez, watch some TV.
"Low-level?" Bobby asked.
"You shot it and it blew up. If it was a strong demon, bullets wouldn't even hurt it." I said.
"Yeah, there are different ranks of demons." Kimberly continued. "We are just lucky he was low-level because we have no powers and those guns won't help you."
"And I really don't want to lose an innocent before we are officially witches." Dylan added. The three men were still confused.
"How do you know all of this?" Dean asked.
"From the show." We answered in unison. Dean rolled his eyes at our "duh" attitude.
"Okay, but that still doesn't answer the question of how he got in here. He's still a demon." Dean said. "And where'd he come from. He just appeared."
"And what demon blows up when they die?" Sam added.
"Wow, and you guys say you're pros?" Kim mocked them.
"Most demons have the power to shimmer or blink anywhere they want." Dylan explained. She saw the looks of confusion still were not evaporating so she continued. "It's magic. Magical beings have magical abilities like shimmering, which are like orbing and blinking, where you move from one place to another in the blink of an eye. But good and evil agree on one thing. It would be complete chaos if we were exposed which is why they blow up when they die. They leave no trace."
"Okay, we've been hunting these things all of our lives, and we have never seen anything do that." Sam pointed out.
"I bet you've never seen a fire ball either." I guessed.
"Or an energy ball." Kim added.
"Or a plasma ball." Dylan laughed. More looks of confusion. "Jeez, what do you guys hunt?"
"Hey. We hunt demons, ghosts, vampires and all other monsters." Sam defended them.
"Well, whatever the case, the things we fight, like the demon outside, cannot come in here." Bobby pointed out. "What can come in here, are the things they fight, so we have to be ready."
"Hope you know how to dodge." I said. "Without Kim's freezing powers all we have are fighting skills and useless guns."
"Hey, who says I have the freezing power?" Kim exclaimed.
"Really Piper? Don't forget that power is tied to the blow up power. Who in their right mind would give it to one of us?" I asked pointing to myself and Dylan. After she thought it over she nodded in agreement.
"Well, Cass did tell us to train them." Sam said. Dean shook his head.
"No. Oh no. No, no, no, no, no. We don't have the time, and I don't have the patience." Dean said, shaking his head.
"Dean." Sam tried. "Come on. You heard what they said. Their demons can come in here and they will be back. And that one was low-level. We need to train them to give them a fighting chance."
"Sam's right Dean." Bobby joined in. "We have a better chance if they can defend themselves. Six fighting instead of three." Dean sighed. He knew they were right, and with them ganging up on him, he couldn't deny it for much longer.
"Fine. But we're going to need some weapons."