Sam and Dean stared at each other.
"He can't make us." Dean concluded after five minutes. Sam sighed.
"Actually, he probably can." They walked into the living room and sat in a couple of free chairs in front of us. They watched us as our chests moved evenly with our steady breaths. Dean shook his head. Sam was right. Castiel probably could make us live together. A snore escaped from Dylan.
"You've got to be kidding me." Dean mumbled. Sam laughed. "Get used to it."
"Alright, get up." Dean said tapping her on her shoulder. "Come on guys, wake up." We groaned in irritation.
"What?" Dylan asked with an attitude.
"Time to get up." Dean said ignoring her mood.
"I thought we weren't leaving until tomorrow." I pointed out sleepily.
"We're not." Sam said.
"But our guess is since your demon friends like to take advantage so much, they will strike on our trip. So we have to train you to fight now." Kimberly groaned and put her pillow over her head.
"Dude, it's like 1 in the morning." Dylan groaned reading the time on her phone.
"I know, we need more time, but we only have 7 hours to get you guys ready, so hop to it." He grabbed Kim's pillow from her face and threw it in the lazy boy couch. She glared up at him.
"Dean's got a point. You can sleep while we drive." Sam agreed. He stood up and held his hand out to help me up. I glared at it, but then sighed in defeat. What they were saying did make sense. I grabbed his hand and let him pull me to my feet.
"Come on D." I said going to Dylan and helping her up. Kim didn't want Dean's help so she got up on her own.
"Fine." She said. "But we don't have any workout clothes to change into." She pointed out.
"True." Dylan agreed.
"But it's not like you'll be wearing workout clothes when you get attacked." Dean countered. "You might as well get used to fighting in that." He gave us a look over that made us slightly uncomfortable. Dylan smiled. I guess now that the shock of being Charmed and having to stop Lucifer from taking over the world has set in, she has time to flirt.
"Okay. So, where do you want us?" she asked. Kim and I rolled our eyes. They might have not known what she meant, but we sure did. Huh. Slipping in sexual puns here and there is no problem to Dylan, but put her in a conversation with a hot guy that could actually lead somewhere, and she has a heart attack. Sam smiled.
"Right here. We'll move things out of the way so we don't make a complete mess of Bobby's house." Dean winked at her. After moving the furniture, we sat down to stretch. Sam and Dean looked at us like we were stupid.
"Uh… What are you doing?" Sam asked.
"Stretching. What does it look like?" Kim answered in her usual sarcastic tone.
"Are you going to have time to stretch when I demon attacks you?" Dean laughed. We glared at him.
"Fine. What would you have us do?" I said. Wrong choice of words. He put on that famous Dean smiled that meant a lot more than he let on.
"We will fight with no weapons first, and as you guys get better, we will increase the difficulty." Sam said all business like. It's funny, they think fighting them with no weapons is the easiest thing ever. Ha. I looked them over. Sam looked about six foot five. Well, I always wanted something to climb… My mind wondered for a second. But seriously speaking. How the hell were we supposed to fight them? Even if it was 3 against 2. I mean this guy had biceps busting through his button down and his brother. He looked about six foot one and he was thick with muscles. Now I'd like to wrestle in the sheets but that's about it.
"We'll go easy on you." Dean said reading the worry on my face. Apparently I wasn't the only one worried. Dylan and Kim had similar expressions on their faces also.
"Not too easy though." Sam said to Dean. "Their naturals trust me." Huh. Looks like he had more faith in us than we did.
Naturals huh? I don't know, maybe it was because we were about to die. But whatever made us kick ass before had left the building.
"Are you sure these are the right Charmed Ones?" Dean asked looking down at us. Sam shook his head with doubt. The three of us lay on the ground staring at the ceiling. None of us were getting up.
"So is training over?" I asked. Dean chuckled.
"Okay. We will make it easier for you this time." Sam said.
"How?" the four of us asked together.
"My brother and I will use no weapons, while you guys can use your powers." I rolled my eyes.
"Yippee." I said sarcastically.
"I can't control my freezing." Kim said.
"Yeah and I can only call things to me. What? Should I call for your fist so I can get knocked out faster?" Dylan added.
"And what am I going to do? Premonition you to death?" I pointed out.
"Have some pride in your powers!" Sam ordered us. "Now get up." Dean and Sam started off by telling us this time when they were going to attack. "Ready? . . . Attack!" Sam and Dean charged after us. We screamed and tried to block their attack. Then, silence. They were frozen. High five Kimberly!
"What do we do now? This doesn't last long." Kim asked.
"We do what we do best?" I said with a false brave face. "We wing it." I went up to Sam and kneed him in the chest. They unfroze. Dean was still charging.
"Uhhh, LAMP!" Dylan screamed. And then a lamp orbed in her hands and she smacked the white of him with it. Sam bent over and grabbed my leg so I flipped and kicked him with my other one. They were down.
"OMG. Did we just beat them?" Kimberly asked astonished.
"Damn." Dean grunted. How the hell were they getting back up? What did it take? Dylan ran away from Dean, but he caught Kimberly's arm before she could do the same. She flashed her free hand to freeze him, but of course it didn't work. He tried to flip her on her back but she ran off the wall and landed on her feet. Dylan and I were shocked and proud but we had our own psycho to deal with. We couldn't shot "touchdown!" like we wanted to. Sam got back up and faced us. He cracked his neck. Psycho.
"Okay. That was good. Now, try this." He said. He walked up to us slowly instead of charging like a mad bull this time. He swung at me but I ducked. Dylan caught his fist, but his strength powered through, so instead she swung him past us, and kicked him in the back. I did a low spin kick and he tripped and fell on his back. I decided that we shouldn't let him get back up, so I got on top of him and pinned him down. Kimberly stood back up. She saw she was standing underneath a doorway. She jumped up and grabbed the bar to kick Dean in the chest and send him flying backwards. She fell back down to her feet and then ran beside Dylan.
"Hmmm. Nice position sis." I heard Dylan say behind me.
"Why do we have to fight for our lives while she gets to-" I heard Kimberly say. I let go of Sam's arm to hit her when he took advantage of my distraction, flipped me over and pinned me down.
"Wow. Now that's an even better position." Dylan joked and tilted her head to check out the merchandise. They were so distracted that they hadn't notice Dean come up behind them. He grabbed Dylan and put her in a choke hold.
"Would you two like to concentrate now?" I scolded them from under Sam's arm. Dylan did a split kick and kicked Dean right in the forehead causing him to fall on his cute butt. Kimberly ran up to Sam and kicked him in the side. He rolled off of me and Kim helped me up.
"Oh yeah, that's right. The Charmed Ones kick ass." Dylan said.
"Fine." Dean growled. He was angry. His pride was hurt. "Let's make things a little more interesting." It was half sexy, half scary how he pulled a knife out of nowhere. That boy has some magic tricks up his sleeves. Dylan smiled anxiously. I know someone who can't wait to test his skills out. Sam came up behind us with the Ruby knife.
"Don't we get any weapons?" Kim asked.
"You don't use weapons." Dean reminded us.
"You don't need them." Sam added.
"We don't use guns! But knives, sure." Dylan said. But it was too late. They were already charging at us with those sharp sexy blades of fury. Unfortunately for them, they came at us just a little bit too serious with those knives which pissed us off. Now, don't think it was easy. That fight was kind of a draw, but we won in the end with a lot of scratches and bruises. Oh yeah, there was tension in the air. Great for a long road trip huh?
"Get your things Sammy. We're out of here." Dean said slamming his suitcase on the sofa, and throwing his bullets in it.
"Now?" Sam asked confused.
"Yeah, why waste anymore time?" Dean answered. His tone was harsh and sarcastic. Jeez, so we kicked your ass. Get over it.
"It's too early to leave now." I objected. Dean gave me his sarcastic smirk over his shoulder.
"Did you have a vision that said we can't drive at 4:30 in the morning?" he asked mockingly. I glared at him. What an asshole.
"Look, it's not really your fault, due to the intense circumstances. But with all the demons and the travelling and the training, we haven't showered in two days. Can you give us an hour to be a girl?" Dean and Sam looked us over. The huge fight we just had didn't help our appearance. Our shirts were torn and bloody, we lacked make up and our hair… well, we don't need to talk about that. I looked at them. They matched our messiness. "You know it wouldn't kill you to shower too stinky."
"Fine." Dean said without looking at me.
"There are two bathrooms with showers." Sam showed us. "One is down here, to the right and one is upstairs. First door on your left."
"And what are we going to put on?" Kim asked. Sam sighed.
"I'll lone you guys some shirts." He said.
"Unfortunately, they can't help us with the undergarment situation." Dylan mumbled.
"Yeah, sorry. All we have are boxers." Sam said.
"I'll take one." I said.
"Ew, you're on your own with that one." Dylan said.
"I don't do commando." I replied. After washing up, we all got dressed. All the girls were in one of Sam's shirt. Seems he's the only generous one.
"Okay." Dean said. "Now that we're all freshened up, let's hit the road." Since we washed off most of the animosity along with our filth, we weren't so tense anymore. Relaxing our nerves gave us a chance to actually pay attention to less important things.
"Nice car." Dylan said as we walked to Dean's black 1967 Chevy Impala. It really was a beauty. Even at its old age, it ran smoothly and beautifully.
"Thanks. It's my baby." He said letting his guard down. Who'd of thought the way to his heart was his car? Figures. We got in and he cranked up the radio. Rock. Sounds like… Metallica? Huh. Didn't peg him for the hard rock type but you can't judge a book by its cover. Just like they didn't expect us to bop our heads and sing along. It's because we're black huh? Wrong again. We're not completely black. We are all mixed with something. Actually, a lot more than we thought apparently since we are witches and all. Before we knew it, we were all singing and the mood went from awkward to bearable. We needed to get on the highway, and the only way to get there was to go over a bridge first. Dean came to a slow stop as he saw three police officers standing in the road to the bridge. It was blocked off. Naturally. One of the cops who happened to be female approached the car. Dean lowered his window.
"Morning officer." He said politely. He smiled a great smile. It wasn't his usual sarcastic smirk, it was genuine. It was sexy.
"We're going to need to search your vehicle before you can leave this town." She said. Us girls weren't worried, but Sam seemed to tense. I really hope we weren't going to jail.
"Is there a problem officer? We just need to get home." Dean said with his charming smile. "See, we are New Yorkers and we decided the best way to get back home would be a road trip."
The officer smiled back at him. "Well we are looking for someone. We just need to check your car and then you are free to go. You guys are going to have to step out of the car just for a second." Dean's smile faded and then tensed. Sam and Dean got out of the car and stared nervously at each other. The officer came to our door and opened it for us. She held out a hand to me. "Come on honey." She smiled at me. I smiled nervously. I tried to hide my panic. I had no idea what they would find in their car but I just had a bad feeling about this. I held her hand. My feeling was right. I gasped as a got my first premonition. OMG. I saw demons and lots of them. She was one of them. Out of reflex, I snatched my hand from hers. She smiled again but I recognized that smile. It was a cocky smile. I smile that only evil smiles. "Are you okay?" she asked. I could feel Kimberly and Dylan's eyes piercing the back of my neck.
"Y-Yeah." I stuttered. I got out of the car. How do I tip them off without letting these demon scums know? I ripped my phone out of my purse and started typing. A few seconds later, Kimberly and Dylan's phone went off.
They're demons! it read. I felt them tense next to me.
"Premonition?" Dylan mouthed to me. I nodded slowly. It was only 5:15 in the morning. It was still dark and we were the only people on the road. The other two "officers" began to walk towards us. The chick went about her charade, checking the inside of the car. Sam and Dean were still staring at each other. They knew she would want to check the trunk. The trunk is where they keep their entire arsenal.
"Okay." She breathed climbing out of the car.
"We good to go?" Dean said, getting ready to hop back in.
"Not just yet speedy." She smiled seductively at him. Skank. "Pop the trunk." He hesitated.
"Uh, sure." The guys slowly walked to the trunk with the cop. We followed behind them.
"Okay." I whispered to Kim and Dylan. "When they open the trunk and she sees anything, she will attack, so we have to be ready because they don't know." The girls nodded in agreement. I stood next to Sam on the left side of the car. Kim managed to wiggle between Dean and the demon and Dylan stood on the right of the cop.
"Well. What are you waiting for?" she urged. She took the key from Dean and popped the trunk open. What we saw, surprised all of us. Guns, knives, swords, bullets and… fake IDs? I'm not talking about your average "I'm 22 years old when I'm actually 19" fake ID. I'm talking about fake FBI and CIA badges. Who the hell are these people? But there was no time to worry. That bitch's eyes went white. I snatched the sexiest jagged edge knife I could reach while Kim kneed the bitch in the gut. The boys didn't see the demon action going on in the chicks eyes.
"Kim! What the hell?" Sam yelled. The cop bent over and clutched her stomach. Kimberly pushed her towards the trunk while Dylan slammed the trunk on her head. I pushed a stunned Sam out of the way and while they held the trunk down, I drove the knife into her back. We watched as she writhed in pain and then blew up. Dean's mouth was open but he was too shocked to talk.
"How did you know?" Sam asked. We smiled at him, feeling proud of ourselves. Then we heard shuffling. Oh that's right. There were two more. We turned our attentions to them. Suddenly, 3 more shimmered in. Five against five. At least it's even.