"What are we getting?" Sam asked.
"Everything." Dean said. "We have the knife, and we have guns, but we need to get more things. Salt, knives, bullets, holy water, all of it."
"Okay, I'll get the water and the bullets." Bobby said. "You three stay here." He told us. "Sam, you get the knives and the salt, Dean you stay here with the girls." Bobby and Sam went upstairs and split up to get the tools.
"I have a bad feeling about this." I said. "I don't think we should be splitting up right now."
"Look, I know that this is all new to you, and it might be a little scary but we know what we're doing. Trust me; they can take care of themselves." Dean gloated.
"No, but think about it. They could have sent an upper-level demon to finish the job but they didn't. Maybe this is just the plan, to rattle us up so that we would feel the need to split up." Dean stared at me and then glared out the door. He flipped the idea over in his head.
"Alright stay here." He said. He stepped out of the safe room. "Bobby?" he called. "Sam?" Suddenly, a demon walked up behind him.
"Dean!" Kimberly called. But it was too late. The demon threw Dean and sent him flying into the wall. He was pinned and couldn't move. The demon turned to us and her eyes turned black. She walked up to the door and grabbed the door. She ignored the burning steam coming from touching the iron, salted door, and slammed it shut. An "I told you so" would be in order if we weren't all about to die.
Sam tried to make it quick. He ran with his gun pointed straight ahead to the kitchen. He readied himself for a surprise attack. He made it to the kitchen and saw it was completely vacant. He ran to the cupboard. Bobby didn't bother separating his weapons from regular everyday utensils. Sam shuffled around looking for the salt and some sharp knives.
"Hello Sam." He heard over his shoulder. He reached for his gun, but it flew across the room. "Come on Sam. Don't fear me. You know I would never hurt you." Sam became very still as he realized what evil had snuck up on him. He turned around slowly. "Why, you don't look happy to see me at all." said the blonde with a face that's peeling away.
"What's wrong? Are you melting away? You could always go back home down under if that vessel isn't working out for you." Sam spat out.
"No, no." The mystery man walked with his back to Sam with no worry. "This one is just temporary. My true vessel is being stubborn." He looked over his shoulder and smiled at Sam. "But patience. It won't be long. I will soon find my true home, but thanks for caring." Sam's nose flared in anger.
"I will never say yes." He growled. That was the hope. That somehow, everyone else was wrong, and Sam and Dean would never say yes. Dean to Michael, the angel and Sam to Lucifer, the Devil.
"We'll see." He said with confidence.
"I'll kill you. We will kill you." Sam threatened. Lucifer chuckled.
"But we need each other Sammy."
"Don't call me that!"
"Oh. Only your dearest brother can call you that huh? Big brothers. We look up to them. Idolize them, and then they turn on us."
"I am nothing like you." Sam said. "Why are you here?"
"You know why." Lucifer said. "You probably won't say yes today, huh?" Sam smirked and looked away. "No, of course not. So for now, I'm not here for you. I'm here for those three beautiful girls. They look like a lot of fun." Sam glared at him. "I won't hurt them. Not really anyways. I just can't have them come into their powers. That would complicate things."
Bobby grabbed a big jug of holy water and a box of bullets and ran down the stairs. He got to the basement and saw Dean pinned to the wall by a demon. He opened the jug of water when he was knocked in the back of his head by another demon.
"Dean!" we yelled. We banged on the door, trying to find some way out to help him.
"Dean! Dean! Dean! Oh no Dean!" we heard behind us. It was a female's voice, but it wasn't any of the Charmed Ones. It was a mocking whimper, hiding a laugh. "Gosh girls." We spun around and saw three women dressed in black leather, definitely demons standing in the room. "Get a grip." The blonde in the front said. A knife slipped out of her sleeve. "Don't worry. We'll take it nice and slow." The three girls walked up slowly with devious smiles on their faces. It was the moment of truth. All fear had to go out the window.
Bright white light and he was gone.
"Cass!" Sam exclaimed in relief. He ran up to him to make sure his wounds were okay. Castiel cut his hands to make a symbol on the wall out of his blood. That symbol is used to get rid of angels. He wasn't sure if it would work on Lucifer, but he is his brother technically, right? It was worth a shot.
"I'm fine." He said. He threw the book into Sam's chest. "Get this to the girls. Make them read the incantation. Hurry, they are in trouble." Sam ran down the stairs and saw two demons hovering over Bobby. There was a puddle of blood next to him.
"Bobby!" He ran up to the demons and punched one in the face. The other one grabbed him from behind, but he managed to spin around and stab him with the Ruby knife. He turned and slit the other demon's throat with it. As soon as the demons were dead, Dean fell from the wall. Sam went to help him up. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, but Bobby's not. We have to get him to the hospital."
"Cass is upstairs. He can heal him." Sam informed him.
"He's here with the book?" Dean asked. Sam lifted the book off the ground and showed him. "Okay, you get that to the girls, I'll get Cass." Dean jetted up the stairs while Sam ran to the door and swung it open. He was stunned at what he saw. Tackle, kick, punch, spin, duck, cut, stab, scream. We fought for our lives. Kimberly held the blondes hair so I could kick her in the throat. Dylan flipped the brunette and took her knife. She drove it threw her head and watched as she screamed and died. The red head snuck up behind me and swung her knife at me. I ducked and she flipped over me. Kimberly took her knife and stabbed her. She exploded and died. The blonde was last. She managed to cut Kim on the arm, but she and Dylan kicked her and sent her flying right into my knife. Goodbye pasty hags. Sam stood there with his mouth open.
"Wow." Was all he could say. He gave us the book. We rushed through the pages looking for it and couldn't believe that we knew it all along. We figured it wouldn't be the same spell that we've been saying for years. If it was we would have our powers already, or so we thought. We glared at each other, completely pissed off. "Well, go ahead. Read it." Sam urged.
"Sure." Kim said in a "what the hell" sort of way. "Shar? Want to do us the honors? You are Phoebe after all." I sighed.
"Whatever." I said. Then I read the incantation. "Hear now the words of the witches, the secrets we hid in the night, the oldest of Gods are invoked here, the great work of magic is sought. In this night and in this hour, I'll call upon the ancient power, bring your powers to we sisters three, we want the power, give us the power." Suddenly, blue lights came down from the pentagon over our heads. Sam looked up like it was the independents day blue light. "Don't worry dude, its normal. We have our powers now."
"How do you know?" he asked.
"Dylan, call for this knife." I said. She nodded in understanding.
"Knife." She said and then beautiful white lights appeared and then the knife orbed into Dylan's hands. Sam was amazed. It was kind of cute, his ignorance. We laughed silently at it.
"Let's go check on Bobby." He said.
"What's wrong with Bobby?" Dylan asked. Sam had a distressed look on his face, but he wouldn't talk. We rushed up the stairs and saw Castiel.
"Where are Dean and Bobby?" Sam asked.
"On their way to the hospital." Castiel said. He sounded ashamed.
"What? Why?" Sam yelled. "Why didn't you just heal him?"
"I can't. I'm cut off from that kind of power." He answered.
"Oh great, so we get the white lighter who can't heal us?" Dylan mumbled.
"At least we're alive." I said.
"Huh, for now." Kimberly said.
"Come on, we have to get to Bobby." Sam said.
We hadn't notice how much time we spent in the panic room, but when we stepped outside into the shining light of daytime, we were disgruntled. The drive to the hospital was filled with tense silence. Sam worried that we would be too late. He would never forgive himself if Bobby didn't make it and he wasn't there by his side. We finally arrived at the hospital. Sam had us sit and wait in the waiting room while he went to find Dean.
"I hope he's okay." Kimberly murmured what was burning a hole in all of our minds. Twenty minutes later, which felt like an hour, Dean and Sam walked down the hall with stressed out expressions. We stood up in anticipation. We didn't know them for very long but Bobby was an innocent man who protected us in his home all for the greater good. He deserved more than this.
"Come on. We'll take you home." Dean said.
"What? No, how's Bobby?" I objected. Did he really think we weren't going to ask?
"He's fine." Dean answered with his words, not with his heart.
"We want to see him." Kimberly said in a "we mean business" tone.
"He needs his rest. He'll be fine. We have to take you guys home now." Sam almost growled at us. They were definitely hiding something but we didn't push it. We walked to the car in silence.
"So where are we taking you?" Dean asked. The three of us looked at each other knowingly.
"Brooklyn." We all said in unison. We had a bone to pick with our parents and we knew just where they would be. Sam and Dean's eyes widened at the request.
"New York?" Dean asked. We nodded slowly as if he was retarded. "Okay. Maybe we ought to get some sleep before we make that trip." Dean said.
"Yea." Sam agreed.
"Why? How long is the trip?" Dylan asked.
"With Dean's driving…" Sam thought. "That's a two day trip." Shock struck our faces. "Did Cass zap you guys here?" We nodded. We couldn't speak. We were bracing ourselves. "We're in Kansas."
"And that's a two day drive?" I asked astonished.
"I drive fast." Dean said with a proud grin. "Looks like for now we can crash at Bobby's until we're ready." Dean was right. We didn't know how exhausted we were until we laid down. As soon as our heads hit our pillows, it was lights out mentally. Dean was right about another thing. We were new to this. No matter how much Charmed we watched, we could never have been fully prepared for this mess. The guys got a bite to eat while we slept.
"Life's funny, isn't it?" Dean said after taking a big bite of his bologna sandwich. Sam arched an eyebrow at him. "Who'd of ever thought we would get our asses beat, and of all the things to come to our rescue, it'd be witches?" he chuckled and took another bite. Sam chuckled, seeing his point but then his smile left his face.
"Yeah… too bad they couldn't completely save Bobby." Sam said. Dean frowned.
"I can't believe that this is it. Cass needs to angel up or something. I mean it's his fault Bobby's paralyzed now."
"I know." Castiel said appearing next to them. Dean held his heart.
"Jeez. Why do you do that?" he breathed.
"I should have been able to heal him. I am sorry." Castiel said. He looked around the dining room. "Where are the girls?" he asked with a frown.
"Sleeping in the living room." Sam answered. They leaned to peek at us. "Now that they're all witchy and everything, what's going to happen?" Sam asked.
"They are going to end the apocalypse." Castiel answered. They leaned and peeked again. They saw Dylan slightly roll over in the couch.
"Them? Alone?" Dean asked, not convinced.
"I don't know Dean. You didn't see them fight. Before they got their powers, they fought of three demons, and let me tell you, they kicked ass." Sam informed them.
"Well of course they will need help." Castiel slipped in nonchalantly. The boys didn't miss the fact that Cass wasn't looked either one of them in the eye.
"Cass?" Dean and Sam said together.
"Sam, what did Lucifer say to you?"
"What? Lucifer?" Dean butted in.
"When I went to get weapons, Lucifer cornered me in the kitchen." Sam explained.
"What did he want?" Dean asked outraged.
"Oh, you mean besides my body?" Sam joked. "He was here for the girls. He said he couldn't have them come into their powers. He said it would "complicate" things." Sam said putting up air quotes.
"Wow. If Lucifer himself is coming all this way here just for them, that must mean they are really powerful." Dean concluded.
"They will be." Castiel said. "Which is exactly why they will need further protection." Dean glared at Sam in an "I told you so" way. He knew Cass had something up his sleeves.
"Which translates to?" Dean asked half certain of the answer.
"You two will protect them."
"Oh no. I put up with the witches for the greater good and everything, but there is a line." Dean slammed his hand down.
"Yeah, they seem nice but I would have to agree with that. No." Sam agreed.
"Look, if you want to stop Lucifer, this is the way you will do it. You will live with the witches and you will protect them!" Castiel ordered.
"Live?" the boys asked as if they didn't hear the first time.
"Yes. You will live with them at the manor. You will not be road tripping them back to their home; you will bring them to the manor, their new home."
"You want us to kidnap them." Sam concluded. Castiel glared at his joking attitude.
"Where is this manor?" Dean asked.
"Upstate New York." Castiel said. "So you don't have to let them know until you're there that you aren't bringing them to their parent's house. All their stuff has been moved already. It is set. It's a five bedroom house with 2 and a half bathrooms. I marked it on the map. Happy travels." Castiel said putting a map in front of them and disappearing.