"Got her!" I said as I slammed down the crystal with anticipation. Kimberly paced as she tried to calm herself for what was to come.

"So, do you need a ride there?" Sam offered. I smiled at his generosity but I already knew what my answer would be to that question. Kim was watching us with a look that I knew all too well, so I made eye contact and folded my arms. I shrugged at him casually.

"Thanks but Dylan drove her corvette to the bar, so I will have to walk there and then drive her back home." I answered.

"Shar, you can't walk. This isn't the city." Kim pointed out.

"Kim, I have the map. I think I can navigate." They shared a look of frustration.

"Shar, we need to make this quick. You don't know the area." Kim reminded me.

"Go get your purse. I'll drive you to her, and then you can follow me back in her car." Sam took charge. I wondered if they were being difficult on purpose. I'm just trying to keep my head above water here. Is that too much to ask?

"Ha!" Kim had a sudden outburst of glee. The two of us turned to look at her. "I don't have to do it! We have an angel. Castiel. There is no way that the demon can seduce Cass." I shook my head at her as she started doing her happy dance that usually got the same look from Dylan and I. Shame.

"Well, as much as I would love to flirt with my sometimes girlfriend as a guy, that is a great plan. Cass can definitely take the bitch." I agreed. Sam gave us a questioning look that made Kim laugh.

"Yes, Shar is my girlfriend… sometimes." We giggled at the joke that always sparked intrigue with the male species. Sam shook his head.

"Oook, well Dean has finished two flame throwers so far." Sam said picking one up to show us. My eyes brightened as I saw it.

"How does it work?" I asked being more than a little excited. He gave it to me and was about to show me when Kimberly interrupted.

"Um, let's not and say we did. Don't give the fire crazy chick a flame thrower please." She snatched it right out of my hands. "You and Dean can handle the flamethrowers. Even though we haven't decided to stay here permanently, it's still a nice getaway, and I don't think we should burn it down. No. Sharnel and Dylan don't get flamethrowers. I'll tell Dean that he can stop making them." Sam looked at her and then sighed. I guess he didn't really feel like having the whole argument about us having to live here again. "Now, you two go get Dylan, because there is also a spell that we could use, if your flamethrowers don't work and we will need her."

"Um, she won't be much help. In fact, she might just get in the way. She might just hit on the succubus." Sam laughed, not realizing that I was serious. There is a lot of information that these guys don't know about. The fact that Dylan plays for both teams for example. Hopefully we won't have to live with them in the long run, and they never have to find out.

"Hey Dean. Lay off the flamethrowers alright?" Kim said as she walked downstairs to see our awesome basement for the first time. It was normal, equipped with its own gym, but what made it unique was the weaponry. Pistols, shotguns, swords, and knives. She almost forgot why she came down there in the first place. She stood in a defensive stance and threw a high kick to the punching bag. Dean stopped working to admire her formation and then processed what she had said.

"Why? What's up Kung Fu Barbie?" he asked. She rolled her eyes and looked at him.

"You should thank God you said that to the wrong sister. We aren't using them. Only you and Sam. Trust me, you don't want those in our hands. Especially Shar and Dylan. They are a bit of pyromaniacs." Dean smirked at her. "Wow, they are full of it."

"Who?" Dean asked completely lost.

"Our parents. This house, our cars, this basement, they are totally trying to avoid an ass whooping but it's coming to them." Dean chuckled.

"Don't you think maybe they had a good reason for doing what they did?" Dean countered. She raised a brow at him. He was cute, but he was really ignorant.

"Sweetie, maybe if there wasn't eight seasons of Charmed telling them what not to do, I could understand that."

"Where's Sam? Does he have his flamethrower?"

"Yeah. He left with Shar to get Dylan." Dean smiled.

"Oh, that's good. We need to work on changing the future for the better." Kim looked at him curiously. "I mean, Sam was isolated from us in the future that we went to where he went bad, so he needs to spend more time with the group." Kim then nodded in understanding while Dean had a proud smile on his face for his bullshitting skills. "So, come on. I'll be your sparring partner." He too set up his defensive stance.

"You sure you want to go down that road again? Last time, you got a little bit upset." She smiled teasingly at him. If only she had any idea, but Kimberly never does. She's a natural flirt. She never realizes when she is doing it.

"Are you sure the crystal found Dylan?" Sam asked skeptical.

"Don't question the crystal. I already said the scrying spell, trust me. Dylan is there." Sam laughed at my confidence.

"So, how are you dealing? I mean with the manor and everything." He asked. I sighed.

"I haven't really processed it. It all became a blur when I found Scottie. But you guys can't honestly expect us to pick ourselves up and leave our lives behind. Sam, we have a home in the city. We are city girls at heart. I mean yeah, we want to live in suburbia later on when we settle down, but we are in college. I love my college. I have friends who I don't want to be distant from, like Jevaun, Kim's cousin. I have a boyfriend and I don't believe in long distant relationships. The manor just isn't going to work. I'm sorry."

"Do you love him?"

"What?" He caught me off guard with that one.

"Your boyfriend. I mean, friends are forever, you know. Distance won't affect your friendship, but boyfriends…" I stared at him in shock, while he kept his eyes jumping between me and the road waiting for an answer. I let out a humorless laugh.

"I… honestly can't answer that right now. But I do think that what we need is sometime to figure it out, and if I'm up here, we won't have a fair shot."

"You do know that's bull right?" I couldn't believe how forward he was being. I mean I'm all for blunt honesty, but jeez. "If you loved him, you'd know it. Your heart would break from the agony of thinking about being apart. I mean, you may really care for him, but it's not love."

"Well it was. We just had some strains in our relationship, but love takes work right? It's only been about six months. We could work past the issues." Sam stopped at a red light and put the car in park. He turned his body towards me and I was having a difficult time paying attention to the words coming out of his mouth.

"Okay, let's speak hypothetically. Say, you never met us, and none of this charmed stuff happened to you. Would you really believe that the relationship is worth the stress? Because it sounds to me like you have doubts. Look, I don't mean to pry, but you're a great girl and a witch. You deserve more than you're going to get. So you shouldn't add to your stress with a relationship that isn't worth it. This whole time since I've been with you, I haven't seen you call him once. All I'm saying is maybe, he's not the one." I broke his penetrating eye contact, refusing to think about my trip to the future.

"Green. The light is green." I said when a horn was blown behind us, abruptly ending our conversation.

Knock. Knock. Knock. Dylan heard on her window. She was off in la-la land dreaming of a time when she was happy. Just hanging out in Kim's house with the whole gang, rocking out on guitar hero. Dylan, Kimberly, Jevaun and I sharing laugh after laugh. That's one of the happy moments she feared we wouldn't have anymore. She rubbed her eyes and momentarily thought that the knocks where just an over exaggeration of the pounding of her temple. She groaned in pain.

"Excuse me." She heard from out her window. She sat up and wind down the window to a police man. "What are you doing sleeping in your car miss?"

"I'm homeless." Dylan said with a noticeable attitude. Dylan despises the police because she feels that they are useless pricks, who use their authority for personal gain. She has little respect for them. I keep trying to tell her that it is going to get her arrested one day, but she's a Scorpio. We're stubborn. The cop raised an eyebrow at her.

"Really? This is quite a car for a homeless person."

"Yeah. I guess I could sell this for a small apartment, but what can I say? I guess I'm sentimental. It was a gift from my mother." The cop observed her slurring of words and swaying motions.

"Miss, are you drunk?"

"Does it really matter? You didn't find me driving. I'm sleeping it off dude, chill." This cop was not prepared to handle a girl like smartass Dylan. He stared at her becoming irritated.

"I'm going to need you to step out of the vehicle." He ordered. She gave him the look that was usually followed by 'are you fucking kidding me right now?'

"Oh crap." I said as Sam and I jumped out of his car. We saw a stumbling Dylan exiting her car in front of a cop and I panicked that she was dumb enough to drive while intoxicated.

"Is there a problem?" Sam said to the officer. The cop turned and looked at us.

"None that concerns you." He answered.

"Actually, Ms. Gray is entirely my concern. I am FBI agent Styles, this is my partner, agent Riis." Sam flipped out one of his fake badges with such confidence. I was pissed that he included me in his illegal sham but I tried to play it off. The cop looked me over.

"You're pretty young for an agent." He said.

"I have a baby face." I said trying not to lie.

"She's a rookie. I'm showing her the ropes, but we have strict orders to take Ms. Gray into protective custody." Sam answered. I was caught up in thoughts of the mutual dislike between the charmed ones and cops. It's way too soon to have the cops on our trail.

"Well, Ms. Gray here was driving drunk."

"I was sleeping!" Dylan jumped in.

"It's okay Dylan. There's just been a misunderstanding." I said.

"She witnessed a murder, and went to the bar. We were told to bring her in for protective custody, so we told her to wait there for us. She must have gone to sleep in the car instead." Sam lied. It was kind of scary how quickly he came up with that whole BS situation. "We'll take it from here officer. Thank you." The cop eyed us pensively and I thought he wasn't going to leave, but Sam didn't seem uneasy. The cop then nodded and walked off to his car. Dylan and I stared at Sam in amazement. "What?" We shook our heads at him.

"Come on. Let's get you home. We have a demon to vanquish." Dylan looked at me with a blank face.

"You're shitting me right?" she asked.

"Nope. Sorry drunkie." I said making Sam laughed.

"Okay, follow me, and beep your horn if I'm going too fast." He said. I scoffed at him.

"Please. I can keep up." With that we were off. It wasn't long before we were back at the manor. As we walked in we heard a crash and we worried that the demon beat us here.

"Nice." Dean said as Kimberly dodged his hit. "You guys are fast learners."

"Well, we have good teachers." Kimberly was now in a sports bra and sweats, while Dean was only in sweat pants and was completely shirtless! They were drenched in sweat from all the training. Kimberly went to kick Dean but he ducked and then flipped her, pinning her to the ground underneath him. "Ok, ok, if you wanted to be on top all you had to do was ask." She joked. Dean smiled and only stared at her. They were breathing heavily from all there 'bonding'.

"Well," Dylan said, making the two of them jump out of their trance. "Someone's having fun." Kimberly all but shoved Dean off of her and jumped up.

"Dylan! You're home." Dylan, Sam and I wore smiling faces of approval.

"Yeah. We are." I smiled. She glared at me. "So, how about we vanquish up a demon?" I suggested. After calling Castiel and informing him on what was happening, the group had me take a nap to try seeing where the succubus was at the moment. Since I didn't get much sleep last time, it didn't take long for me to knock out. Like before, my dream started out like just another dream. I was listening to music in my room when my phone rang. I looked at it to see Sean's number on it. I then, opened my window, and tossed it out. Then there was a knock at my door. But when I opened it, I was suddenly on stage. Music was playing from a guitar that was wrapped in my arms. Familiar music, and I was confused as to what was happening but then I saw him. A guy, that was even hotter than the last one. He watched me intently and I felt that same heat as I had before. Then words left my mouth. They were more like lyrics to a song that I love. "When I was younger I saw my daddy cry and curse at the wind. He broke his own heart and I watched as he tried to reassemble it. And my mama swore that she would never let herself forget. And that was the day that I promised I'd never sing of love if it does not exist." My eyes began to flutter. As my dream faded and reality became more and more clear, I sat up.

"So, did you get anything?" Sam asked. I shrugged wondering why he was sitting over me, but then I remembered I was on the couch.

"I think so."

"What did you see?" Castiel asked me.

"Well, at first, it was a normal dream-"

"What happened?" I shook my head at Cass.

"Nothing important. Trust me. Anywho, afterwards I was on stage singing to an audience. There was this guy standing in the audience and I got the same feeling of need and heat but I didn't see enough. I just started singing The Only Exception by Paramore and then I woke up."

"So, you think Hayley Williams is the succubus?" Dean asked. We stared at him. It was unbelievable that he was dead serious.

"Do you think this was another premonition?" I asked Cass, ignoring the idiot sitting next to my sister. Castiel walked over to me and felt my forehead. I was burning up even though I hadn't noticed before he pointed it out.

"Yes." He answered simply. "Did you see anything that could either identify the guy or find the place where the demon was singing?" I thought back and struggled to remember the details.

"Well, I am pretty sure that the succubus was in the same place in both my premonitions. They both had a stage and a bar, and the bar had a glowing sign over it. It said The Phoenix."

"The Phoenix? That's where I went to drink earlier." Dylan said. "Tonight is karaoke night."

"Okay, let's hop to it. The demon has already picked a playmate tonight, so Cass, you are going to have to change her mind. Get her focus on you." Dean said.

"In the show, Prue's aggression got the demon's attention. She punched some guy in the face and got arrested." Kimberly informed him.

"Cool, so Cass, you get to kick the crap out of Sam and get the girl." Dean smiled.

"Why must I be the punching bag?" Sam protested.

"Because you're massive. If Cass can take you, that's impressive." Sam glared at his brother.

"Alright then. It's settled." I jumped in. "Saddle up boys and girls." Dean petted his flamethrower.

"Time to deep fry a succubus." Dean said proudly.