The five of us spread out across the streets and readied ourselves. We swallowed our fears and worries and put our game faces on. One of the male cops put a fireball in his hands.

"You're going to pay for that witch." He said looking at me. Dean grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

"Get behind us girls." He said. The demon threw the fireball and it stopped right in front of his face. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Sure, like you can protect us." I mocked. "Thanks Kim." I said. She froze the road, the demons and the hunters.

"Fireball." Dylan called. The fireball orbed from Dean's face to her hand and she tossed it full force back at the demon. Everything unfroze and the demon blew up. One down, four to go.

"You're welcome." Kim said to Dean with a smug smile. Dean took his gun and shot right over her shoulder at one of the "cops" who shimmered right behind her. She jumped.

"You're welcome." He said back. She sneered at him.

"Okay, who else wants to die by the hands of the Charmed Ones and their little helpers." I said jeeringly. Sam and Dean narrowed their eyes at me. The demons stared at us pensively before shimmering away.

"Little helpers?" Sam asked.

"You heard me. Let's get a move on." I answered. The girls and I began to walk back to the car.

"Wait, why would they not fight? Don't you think it might be a trap?" Sam thought out loud.

"Trust me. They just watched three of their buddies get impaled three different ways. They aren't coming back." Dylan informed. Dean reloaded and let out a round on the road blocks. We hopped in and smashed right through. He's a bit scary but sexy with his gun.

Seven in the morning and we are all still on the high way.

"So," Dylan said breaking the silence. "You guys going to tell us who you are?"

"Didn't we cover this?" Dean answered slightly annoyed. He was hoping we wouldn't ask. "We are hunters, you're witches, Cass is an angel, end of story."

"What's up with all those badges and IDs?" I asked. Once again they tensed. Dean and Sam shared a meaningful look.

"We have a bunch of them." Sam started.

"Sam." Dean scolded.

"We have to tell them. We're stuck with them. They will find out sooner or later." Dean glared at the road in defeat and shook his head. "Sometimes we need to go… undercover as someone with authority, like a marshal, or-"

"An FBI agent?" Kim interrupted asking in disapproval."

"Yeah." Sam smiled innocently. "We can't just go up to people and tell them we are hunting demons and we are trying to save the world. You should understand that. I'm pretty sure you guys don't want people to find out you're witches." Our silence confirmed his assumption.

"We're only human." Dean continued. "If we want something… we have to lie for it."

"Okay, so you guys must have your own business or something if you're able to just up and leave on little "vacations" every other week." Dylan concluded putting up air quotes. The guys chuckled.

"Hunting is our only business." Dean said.

"Then where do you get money from?" Kim asked. "Don't tell me you guys rob banks for the greater good." Kim said sarcastically.

"No. We don't rob banks… We just have terrific credit." Sam said.

"Or other people do anyways." Dean laughed.

"Wait, you mean you rip off peoples credit?" I asked in disbelief.

"Rip off is such a harsh term." Dean smiled.

"Yeah, crook is a much better fitting term for you two." Kim mumbled. The talking stopped as we became lost in our thoughts. I guess the Charmed Ones did have to lie a few times to cover our asses but we never stole… scratch that. They stole an urn to save Paige among other things. I guess we can understand these guys more than we would want to.

After a full day of driving we all agreed on one thing. Rest. When we entered Illinois Dean regretfully pulled into a nearby motel. Sam was dosing off but he rubbed his eyes open when he heard the engine stop. He looked around in confusion.

"You're joking right?" he asked Dean judgingly.

"I know. We'll lose a day sleeping but I'm tired and you are too tired to take over." Dean pointed out.

"Dude, if we stop now it will take us forever to get back."

"Where are you rushing to? The manor?" Sam looked away in defeat. Dean continued. "Look, we need sleep. And if you don't care about us, what about them?" Dean motioned to the three sleeping beauties, leaning on each other in the backseat. "They may be naturals, but they're not used to this. After that last battle, they are completely wiped."

"And since when do you care?" Sam asked surprised.

"I don't. Not about them anyways, but I do care about ending this whole apocalypse crap and I know that we need them to do it. But they won't make it if they don't rest up, now can they?" Dean smiled proudly. He knew he was right. Sam rolled his eyes and then sighed.

"Fine. I'll get us a room." While Sam went for a room, Dean looked us over through the rear view mirror.

"Can't judge a book by its cover can you?" he whispered to himself.

"Okay." Sam said opening the car door. "I got it."

"Upsy Daisy girls!" Dean said. Sam came to the back door and opened Dylan's door.

"Come on. Get up." He said. We woke up slowly. "Come on. I got us a room. I'm sure the beds are much more comfortable." We slugged our way out of the car and looked at our surroundings.

"In this cheap motel? Doubtful." I answered. We walked up to one of the rooms. Sam opened the door and walked in.

"So where's our room?" I asked. Dean and Sam stared at each other questioningly.

"This is it." Sam answered as if I was a bit slow. I gave him a sarcastic "thanks" look.

"So where are you two sleeping? Surely you don't really think all five of us are sharing a room. There are only two beds in here." I pointed out.

"Yeah, Shar's right." Kimberly agreed but in a more polite way. "The five of us cannot all share two beds. It would be better to get a room for the girls and a room for the guys."

"Yeah, well, as you can see, we aren't made of money." Dean said, sitting on the couch and making himself comfortable. "How about, you three take the beds, and we will take the floor… well, Sammy will take the floor, I call the couch." I rolled my eyes. The sleeping arrangement was just one of the problems. We want to get comfortable, and we don't have change of clothes, so the only comfort would be to sleep in just my undershirt and panties, but there is no way in hell I am doing that with them in here. I don't know them like that. Dean through Sam a couch pillow and they took our sheets leaving us with our blankets.

"Nighty night." Dean said turning off the lamp and shutting his eyes. Dylan, Kimberly, and I were standing there in the dark with our arms folded glaring at the nothingness. Kim was the first to give in. She sighed and took off her shoes. She then lay down and got comfy. Dylan and I then followed suit and collapsed on the other bed. Can you say sweet dreams?

Ring… Ring… Ring… It's one thing for someone's phone to go off 5 in the morning, but for your ringtone to be heavy metal! Jeez! I was hoping that Dean would wake up and answer his phone but that boy was out like a light. In fact, it seemed as if everyone here had fully mastered the art to ignore except me because no one else rolled an inch. Sigh. I slugged my way out of bed and picked the phone off the counter.

"Hello." I said with my morning voice. It's grungy and totally unattractive, not to mention deep.

"Dean?" I head on the other end.

"Do you have any idea what time it is? He's asleep. Can I take a message?"

"Oh, sorry. It's not like the apocalypse is going on out here. Just tell him Bobby called and to call me back as soon as possible." He said sarcastically.

"Bobby? Oh my God you're okay." I said relieved.

"Yeah, if being permanently stuck in a wheelchair is okay." My breath caught.

"What?" I asked breathless.

"What are doing?" I heard behind me. I jumped and spun around to find Dean standing shirtless behind me. GOD DAMN! Just like I suspected. Talk about six-pack. And his arms, he could hold me with those arms any- "What are you doing with my phone?" Oh right. Back to earth I go.

"Bobby called." I said handing him the cell. He was still frowning but he took the phone and went to the bathroom to talk. If we are supposed to work together and all, what's with the secrets? I shrugged and went back to sleep. It was too early to worry about it. A couple hours later, Kimberly woke me up.

"Come on. The guys went to go pay for the room. It's time to go. Dylan is in the shower." She told me.

"Okay. I'll shower when she gets out." I rubbed my shoulder and felt how tense I was.

"You got a full night sleep, but you don't look to happy." Kim noticed. I sighed.

"Well I had a tough wake up call."

"What do you mean?"

I thought it over. Maybe I shouldn't say anything until I talk to Dean. Maybe they have a good reason for not telling us. I don't want to stress them out unnecessarily. "Nothing. I just need coffee." I smiled. After we all cleaned up and got ready for the road, we headed out for some breakfast. Dean sent Sam to get him his breakfast, so I asked Kimberly to grab a plate for me. I needed to talk to him. Dean and I stared at each other for a while.

"So, you going to tell me what you were doing snooping through my phone?" Dean broke the silence.

"I wasn't snooping." I shot back with an attitude. "Your stupid ringtone was annoying me so I answered your phone."

"Why didn't you wake me up?" his attitude was still clear. I snapped back.

"I was going to take a message! Now, don't turn this on me. You're the one lying. You're the one who didn't tell us about Bobby and the one with the fake EVERYTHING!" He narrowed his eyes at me.

"Bobby is NONE of your business." He said through gritted teeth.

"I'm sorry, but he's paralyzed because he was protecting me and my sisters, so he is very much my business." I stood up and pushed in my seat. "Next time you want to protect us from the truth, don't! If we are truly going to work together, then we should be able to trust each other." I stormed past the table and past Dylan, Kimberly, and Sam coming back to our table.

"Shar, we have your food." Dylan said.

"I'm not hungry. I'll be by the car." I grumble past them. Sam shook his head at Dean.

"What's her problem?" Dylan asked Dean.

"I guess we don't agree on everything." Dean answered. He then ignored them and munched down on his breakfast bagel.

"So, what are we planning today?" Kimberly asked trying to lighten the mood.

"Uh, well we are going to hit the road, keep heading north." Sam answered.

"Don't you think we should train some more?" Kimberly asked.

"Nope. You girls can handle yourself." Dean said between bites. Dylan and Kim looked at each other.

"You don't like us too much." Dylan said. It wasn't so much of a question. Dean shrugged.

"I don't know you." He answered in his sarcastic tone.

"Yeah, but you know that we are witches, and you don't like it."

"No. No I don't." Dean answered honestly. He leaned forward, challenging them.

"This whole powerfully good witch thing is new to us. We were taught not to like you." Sam explained.

"Prejudice." Dylan mumbled. Kimberly kicked her from under the table. "What?" she said defensively. "They don't even try to get to know us before deciding that we're no good. That's prejudice to me." Sam sighed.

"Sorry. We know that you're good. It's just going to take us some time to get used to it." Sam defended them. "Just like when Phoebe fell for Cole. It took the girls a while to get over the fact that a demon could be good and just except him in the family." Dean, Dylan and Kim stared at him wide eyed. "What? So, I watched a few episodes before when I was bored and there was nothing on tv." They laughed at him.

"Just when I thought you couldn't get anymore gay." Dean mumbled. Sam elbowed him and he almost choked on his hash brown. Good for him. Sam finished up first.

"I'll start the car." He said as he threw out his garbage. Dean threw him the keys and he was out the door.

"You know, if you want to go that route, we were taught not to like you either." Dylan shot back.

"Really?" Dean said. "We hunt demons."

"And witches. Your witch hunters. You must have killed plenty of good witches, thinking they were evil." She was right about that. "So, forgive us. It will also take us some time to get used to." She smiled smugly at him. BAM. Shut down.

Sam came and sat against the car trunk next to me. He didn't look at me. He just sat there like a silent creeper.

"He's a dick. I know. But he's just doing what he thinks is right." I looked at him questioningly. "We should have told you guys about Bobby, but he's family to us. That's our burden to bare. We didn't want to put more stress on you guys. You just found out about being Charmed and you were just thrown into the middle of the apocalypse. I know he doesn't act like it, but he doesn't want you guys to be distracted by things and wind up getting hurt." I sighed. Good point.

"I didn't mean to snap at your brother, and he's not a… total dick. I just felt a bit guilty about it, and I took it out on him."

"It's not your fault. It's not any of your faults."

"I know that's what you're supposed to say, but he would be walking if it weren't for me and my sisters… and our parents, and all of their secrets. You would think with the show as preparation, they wouldn't bind our powers. We could have been ready and fully developed into our powers if we always knew."

"Well, maybe this is how it was meant to be. If you were all powerful, you would never work with us and we would never become allies. I think it's better to have all the good guys on the same side." Sam smiled at me and brushed his shoulder against me playfully. Jeez. Why are these brothers so unnaturally beautiful. Even our white lighter. Totally hot. If his destiny wasn't with the Piper of the group, I'd let him show me the light. Sam and I smiled at each other.

"Hey. Time to go guys." Dean said breaking our trance. Sigh. Maybe we are making unnecessary tension between us all. Maybe one day, we could all be good friends. Allies as Sam puts it.