Author's Note: Okay, so last week i tried to upload this chapter about five times and every time, fanfiction didn't let it through for some odd reason. Anyway, it went through this time. That's all that matters. So, here is the second part to Charmed Ones go bad. Enjoy and review guys.

I shimmered into the manor and rushed out of my room. If those girls thought that I wouldn't retaliate, they were highly mistaken. There was only one thing I needed. Power. I craved it, and I knew exactly where to get it. As I rushed out of my room, I crashed right into Sam.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down there speedy." I glared up at him, but I couldn't stay mad as I took in his features, from his eyes, to that chiseled chest. I reached out and took hold of one of his muscular arms.

"My, my, my…" I trailed off as I looked him over slowly from head to toe. He looked at my strangely confused. "Been working out lately?" I asked. He smiled shyly, but his coyness was challenging my patience. "So, we hooking up tonight or what?" His brows went up in shock.

"What happened to girl's night?" I shrugged nonchalantly.

"Eh, it's overrated. Besides, I'd much rather be spending time with you." Sam smiled once again. "I'm going to go change my top and throw some make up on this scar."

"What scar?" I looked in the mirror that hangs on the wall in the hallway. It was gone. To my surprise, the scratches from the demon attack were completely healed.

"Nevermind. Go get dressed." Sam watched as I twitched away, back into my room. "She's going to be the death of me." He thought. Boy, how right he was.

"You don't have to listen to me, she says. I'm not the boss of her, she says." Kimberly mumbled as she threw herb after herb into the pot on the stove.

"Someone's angry." Dean muttered as he walked over to the fridge. Kimberly glared over to him.

"Don't mess with me Dean." She grumbled through gritted teeth. He looked up from the innards of the refrigerator questioningly.

"What's got your panties in a twist?" She grabbed the corner of the counter to refrain from peeling the flesh off his bones.

"Your face."

"Ouch. What did I do? Is something going on?" When she didn't answer him and continued to add ingredients to her potion, he continued, taking a step closer to her. "Do you want to talk about it?" Kimberly gave him one of her famous sarcastic glares which Dean has seen in the mirror so many times before. "I know, I'm not the one to usually want to 'talk' about it, but if something's up, you have to tell us."

"And why do you care?" Kimberly bit out, shocking Dean. She glared at the butcher knife in front of her.

"Um… because, you're my roommate, and my partner in crime, and because I'm forced to." He said with a smile, trying to make a joke. He saw that Kimberly was not reaching out, so his concern only grew. Dean reached out and placed his hand over hers on the counter. It was beyond him, why Kimberly snatched a knife and drove the blade between his thumb and his index finger.

"Don't touch me."

"Okay, you need to calm the hell down." He said. Dean tried to grab the knife out of her hand, only to get his hand twisted back and elbowed in the throat while she attempts to stab him in the face. He grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back. Quickly, taking advantage, he spins her around, keeping her arm locked behind her. Dean pressed Kimberly downward against the counter and took the knife away. He was surprised to hear her giggle.

"Babe, what are you doing here?" a surprised Randy asked as Dylan marched into his house.

"Just dropping in." she said with a smile. She scanned the room quickly. "Cody home?" she asked.

"Not for another half hour." Randy said with a devilish smile. Dylan's smile fell immediately.

"Okay, so you should entertain me until he gets back."

"I think I can do that." Randy said as he approached Dylan. He wrapped his arms around her waist but she pushed him off.

"Sex? That's the best you can do?" Randy stepped back, a bit confused. "Randy, you need to be a little more inventive than that." Randy slowly nodded as he walked behind Dylan and started rubbing her back. Apparently, he thought a little foreplay would be more inventive. Dylan… she had other plans. As he rubbed her back, he laid gentle kisses on her neck. "Randy?"

"Hmm."

"Why do they call you the Viper?" Randy chuckling into her neck.

"How about you let me show you?" He spun her around and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Nah. I think I can figure it out on my own." She waved her hand and Randy went from a 6 foot 4 best, to a long snake, slithering on the ground. "I always wanted a snake. It's not Cody, but it'll do."

"Nice place." I said as Sam walked me into a fancy restaurant.

"Yeah, I heard about it. I thought we could try it out."

"I'd pick some place a little more secluded though." I mumbled softly. We were seated quickly and I took off my coat. Sam watched me, scrutinizing my every move.

"Shar what is that?"

"What?"

"That." He said pointing to my wrist. It was the same mark from my premonition, but it was missing the vines. I shrugged.

"A tattoo."

"Yeah, I can see that. When did you get a tattoo?"

"Well, I didn't have one this morning so I would guess today. Sam, I don't have patience for your idiotic questions."

"Excuse me?"

"Are you deaf?" Sam was certain at that moment that either something was wrong, or I was on the worst day of my period.

"What's the matter with you?"

"Nothing! Jeez Sammy."

"I brang you here to talk Shar. You wanted to talk, so let's talk."

"Talk? I said I wanted to talk?" He nodded slowly.

"Maybe we should go home." He suggested.

"No, no." I sighed. "Sammy, I'm sorry. I'm a little crazy I guess. Let's start over. Please." I gave him my most innocent irresistible smile. After a moment, he smiled back at me.

"Okay. How about we start over after I run to the restroom? I'll be right back." He got up and left, but that just gave me a splendid idea. After washing his hands, Sammy turned around to see me standing right behind him. "Shar, what the hell are you doing in here?"

"This." I said as I launched forward and kissed him. I pushed him against the wall as I attacked. He grabbed my arms, trying to get control of me.

"Shar, what are you doing?"

"Isn't it obvious?" I answered slightly breathless. He stared at me incredulously.

"No, something is seriously wrong with you." He pushed me off. Fury increased inside of me and I felt as if fire was building up in my arms and hands. "Shar, what the fuck?" he asked staring at myarms. I looked down to see the vines, climbing up my arms instantly. "Oh my god." He gasped. Then my eyes went black.

"You talk too much." I said before shimmering out and leaving Sam scared shitless with worry. He whipped out his cell phone to call me and then decided against it. Instead he scrolled down to Dean's number. Just as he was about to press call, Castiel popped up in front of him.

"Cass, thank god. Look, there is something wrong with Sharnel. We have to get Kim, Dylan and Dean so we can save her. I think she's possessed."

"Well, do you know where Kimberly is? I can't sense her. She asked me to check with the angels about Sultra demons. I need to let her know not to go up against them without you or Dean. One scratch can turn a witch into one and if they make one kill, they will stay that way forver."

"Wait. Do these demons have a marking on their wrists? With vines coming out of it?" Castiel furrowed his brows.

"No. Their markings are on their foreheads."

"Well, we need to get home. Shar had black eyes and a mark on her wrist that grew vines before my very eyes."

"What demon can do that?"

"I'm hoping the Book of Shadows can answer that question."

"You know Dean, I like an aggressive man. I need someone strong enough to stand by my side when I take over." Dean chuckled.

"And you're running around with pretty boy?" he asked mockingly.

"Maybe. Or maybe…" Kimberly quickly broke out of Dean's grasp and pushed him into the refrigerator. "You." She whispered into his ear as she raised a leg around his waist. Dean looked at her questioningly.

"Kim? What are you doing?" She grabbed the back of his neck and pressed his lips against hers, breaking the kiss just slightly enough to bite his bottom lip.

"Taking over." She answered simply. Dean fought his urges to think with his downstairs brain and gently pushed her back.

"Kimberly, you have a boyfriend."

"Like you care." She lifted her hand and magically, a condom popped between her fingers.

"How'd you do that?"

"Magic." She answered seductively as she ran her lips down his neck.

"Kimberly." She was really making this hard for him. "Is this how it happened? She comes on to me and then I knock her up?" With that, he took control. "Kim, stop it." He demanded. Kimberly glared at him.

"I don't like your tone. Don't make me blow you up. That would be such a waste." She said with a wave of her hand.

"Did you get a tattoo?" Kimberly looked down at her wrist.

"I guess I did." Dean shook his head and tried to walk past her. She blocked him. "And where do you think you're going?"

"To my room. I'm going to regrettably, walk away from you." Dean said with a smirk. He thought she must have been drunk. Kimberly pushed him back. "Look, I'm getting really tired of you pushing me around like a hooker. You try and cut me, and then you molest me. I feel used." Kim smirked at him.

"You shouldn't think you have a choice my darling."

"The hell I don't." Dean walked around her, while she eyed him heatedly. He then stopped dead in his tracks. "Kim." He muttered.

"You realized your mistake?"

"Kim. Snake. Snake Kim. There's a snake." Dean muttered. He sounded genuinely scared.

"What?" She looked past him to see a snake, slithering diagonally on the ground. She screamed. Dean looked up at the sound of Dylan's triumphant cackling. "You!" Kimberly yelled. She flashed her hands, and right before the snake launched, it froze into an icicle. Everyone looked down at the snake and Kimberly smiled. "This could be fun." She spoke.

"What the-" Dean started until he turned around and saw vines coming up Kimberly's arms.

"Kim. What's going on with you?"

"Shut up Dean." She said and then put him on ice. Her eyes went black. "Your turn." She spoke to Dylan. I shimmered in the living room and was nearly hit by Dylan flying across the room. She was on fire. "So, it appears I have blow-up power with kick too." Dylan's eyes went black and the vines trailed up her arms like ours. The flames instantly went out. She wore this evil smirk on her face as she stood.

"That wasn't very nice." She spoke with an eerie calm to her voice. Dylan stared at Kimberly while all the furniture began to shake. The TV fell and crashed on the floor, the china, fell from our open cabinet immediately being destroyed, the lights flickered and even the very ground began to tremble. I smiled widely as I felt a surge travel through my body.

"Ladies. I have an idea." Dylan raised a brow at me. Apparently, she was too pissed to even notice my presence.

"Shar." She said.

"I thought that the power I could have was enough, but the three of us… we can rule." Kimberly folded her arms, not convinced and still glaring at Dylan.

"And why do I need you?" she asked without taking her eyes off of Dylan.

"Same reason why I need you… and Dylan for that matter. Separate, we are powerful, but ladies, together, we are invincible. Our power lies in the power of three. Together, with the book, all of the demons and the angels, even Lucifer himself, will kneel to us."

"I like the sound of that." Dylan mused as the room suddenly went still.

"Then retract your claws." I opened out my hands and instantly, the book appeared in my arms. Dylan looked at her nails. Our finger nails had actually grown into sharp claws of destruction.

"All of this sounds good, but to kill angels, we need those special angel knives, and that is exactly what we will have to do. Kill Lucifer if we want to be on top." Kimberly pointed out.

"And how in the hell are we supposed to get close to him?" Dylan asked.

"We make nice. Cozy up to the devil and make our move."

"Sounds like a plan." I said.

"Thank god. You guys are home. As you can see, your sister has gone dark side." Sammy said as he, and Cass rushed through the front door. The three of us spun around to face him and both the angel and the hunter were in shock.

"Those are Sultra demon markings on their wrists, but it's different."

"Who cares? How do we fix them?" Sam spoke.

"You don't." Kimberly answered. In a blink of an eye, we were gone.

"Dean!" Sam called. He rushed into the kitchen to find an ice sculpture of his brother. "Cass, what did they do to him?"

"Kimberly froze him."

"Literally?"

"Sam, this is very bad. These girls are not supposed to turn. In their past lives, they fell under the influence of darkness and almost destroyed the world." Sam's eyes popped wide open.

"How did they turn back to good?"

"They didn't. Their powers grew too strong for the angels, so God had to come down to Earth and smite them himself." Sam's mouth dropped. Castiel placed a finger on Dean, and Dean instantly thawed out. "Sam, you two need to stop them from completing their first kill, or Lucifer will be the least of our problems." Dean was highly confused, having being frozen for the last twenty minutes.

"How do we save them?"

"They have to drink a potion that will reverse the infection of the Sultra scratch."

"How the hell are we supposed to get them to drink from us?" Sam asked incredulously.

"You have to." Castiel answered simply.

"How do we find them?"

"I'll track the girls, you two make the potion." After telling the boys what they needed for the potion, Cass was off to find us. If you were an evil charmed one, where would you be?

"So, who do we have to kill, to find out where the big guy is?" Kimberly asked after we shimmered behind a demon. He was a little short, with black hair, slightly balding at the hairline. Of course, that's just the meat suit he was wearing. He spun around in shock, but didn't think to attack.

"Nice suit." I said. What can I say? The man had style. He was in an expensive black tux.

"And to what do I owe the pleasure?" At his words, two bodyguards shimmered in behind us. We simply ignored them.

"Okay, one chance. If you want to live, you'll tell us where to find Lucifer. You want to die? Keep your mouth shut." Dylan got straight to the point.

"You know, I've heard stories about you. The charmed ones. So brave. So deadly. But I've never heard the word ignorant come up. Do you three not know who you are speaking to?"

"Enlighten us." I said.

"The name's Crowley."

"Pleasure." Kim spoke.

"Look, I don't want any trouble. Why don't the three of you just go home? No need to shed blood. Not today anyway." I gave him a sweet smile and then waved my hand, sending him flying back into the wall of his well furnished house. He hit the wall so hard, a statue near him, tipped over and broke.

"We won't ask again." I assured him.

"Oh, come on! Do you know how much that cost? You missy, owe me eleven grand." He reached into his pocket for something. "Or I guess your life will suffice." With that he pulled out a gun with a long skinny barrel and shot. The three of his shimmered in place and the bullet flew past us, into one of the two demons standing behind us. He instantly dropped dead.

"That's cool. I want it." Dylan said. Within seconds, dark orbs float in her hands, replaced by the gun.

"That must be the Colt. I remember Dean yammering on about that thing." I said. "I'm more interested in the Ruby knife. Can I kill Sam for it?"

"Sure. After we get Luci." Kimberly told me. The second body guard attempted to grab Dylan, only to be blown up in a beautiful ray of fire by Kimberly. The demon named Crowley stood terrified. "Now. Are you ready to tell us where to find him? Or should I start with your feet and work my way up?" Kimberly threatened.

It only took seconds for Crowley to squeal. Afterwards, we went straight to the underworld to find him. He was in the middle of some ritual and was surrounded by around 15 demons. As you can imagine, it didn't take long to torture and kill each one of his minions. It was tempting to put a bullet in his head right then, but we weren't sure it would work. We wanted the blade of the angels. Lucifer kept his back to us as he drank a bottle of demon blood.

"You've come for a fight?" he spoke calmly.

"We've come to give you what you want." Kimberly answered. He turned at her words and raised a brow. "Our loyalties." After a moment of thought, he answered.

"Very well. We have much to do. Let's go win this thing." With that he vanished, leaving us to follow his trail.