Author's Note: So, This next Chapter was supposed to be on another episode, but since someone (not mentioning any names) still has not given back the season of charmed i need to cross reference from, i decided to not make you guys wait. Besides, after the seriousness of the last chapter, i thought we could use a little down time and as always, this chapter isn't lacking in the drama department. Enjoy and of course REVIEW! Please and thank you :)

One year ago, Kimberly, Sharnel, and Dylan were best friends. Blood couldn't bring them any closer. The only worries these three women had was when they were going to be able to move into their amazing city apartment together. But sometimes destiny rings and everything changes.

"Woah! Are you trying to kill me too?" Sam exclaimed as he ducked out of the way of my blade soaring past his head.

"Sam, I told you guys not to come down here!" I yelled in panic. I was spending the day in the basement, training myself to master both my powers and my martial arts skills. Taking up my defensive stance, I let out a breath and threw two kicks to our punching bag.

"You've been down here all day Shar. You have to take a break. Eat something maybe?" he said with a smartass tone. Ignoring him, I threw another kick.

"Not hungry." Sam watched as I levitated into a back flip, and threw another blade at the bulls-eye on the wall. I charged at the punching bag, only to have my attempts thwarted. Sam caught my wrist and spun me into a nearby chair.

"Okay, I'm beginning to worry. You're becoming a little obsessed." I only stared at him. "You skipped class today. You have been down here training since you woke up."

"Sam-" he cut me off.

"I know your upset about what happened in Missouri," with that I looked away from him. "We all are, but you going super-witch on us is seriously scaring us."

"Look, Jo and Ellen died because we weren't prepared. We tried it your way Sam. Going in half cocked just wont cut it. It's the Charmed Ones turn to take this bastard on, and I'll be damned if I let my lack of focus get my sisters killed." Sam stared at me with worry in his eyes and reached a hand to my cheek.

"This isn't something you have to do alone. And believe me, we won't let anything happen to them."
With my guard down temporarily, Sam leaned in and touched his lips to mine. "Now, go get dressed. I'm taking you out." I rolled my eyes with a smile.

"Sam, I'm not really in the mood to go out." Sam stared at me with a cocked brow. Obviously, I didn't have a choice. With a sigh, I gave in. "Fine. Let me go take a shower." I groaned as I walked by him.

"Hurry up." He said playfully with a smack on my butt causing me to jump.

"How you doing?" Kimberly asked as she sat down on the floor and leaned her head against the couch. Dean sat slouched with a permanent frown printed on his face. He's been sipping on beer after beer since noon. Dean slightly raised his head to acknowledge her. After a moment of silence, Dean finally spoke.

"So how does it feel?"

"How does what feel?"

"Losing your first innocent." Kimberly filled with worry. Dean sounded numb to the fact, as if these innocents were random people.

"I can't breakdown about it. Dylan hasn't left her room and Sharnel hasn't stop beating up every object in the basement."

"Your being the strong big sister. I can relate."

"Dean, if you need to talk-"

"I don't." Kimberly shook her head.

"Fine. Let it eat you up inside. I'm sure it'll do you a lot of good." Kimberly bit out. Dean looked down at her in shock.

"This is you comforting someone?" Dean asked sarcastically.

"You mean comforting the almighty Dean who doesn't let anything ever bother him? Nope. You don't need it." She said as she got up and walked to the kitchen. As she poured herself something to drink, I came out of the basement. "Well, would you look who finally decided to leave the bat cave. So, Batman, where's Robin?"

"He's on his way. He had a hard time getting into the tights." I laughed as Sam made his way through the door. Kimberly burst into laughter, confusing poor Robin.

"Now, that I'd like to see." Said Kimberly.

"Are you busy?" I asked.

"Not until Cody gets home from work. Why? What's up?"

"Sam's dragging me out into the world and I need your help choosing an outfit. So there's a Plan B now? What happened to Plan A: Avoid Cody at all costs so you don't have to explain anything to him?"

"I came to my senses. I still think it's a little too soon to tell him my secret, but I can give him a cryptic and vague explanation. Sure it will probably piss him off, but I'll just distract him with fabulous sex and all will be forgotten."

"In that case, you need new lingerie."

"Already taken care of. A lot happens while you're busy getting sweaty in the basement, you know." Sam's head just went back and forth between us before finally, his headache got the best of him.

"Okay, I give up. You women just blow through way too many subjects for me to keep up." He muttered in annoyance as he brushed past us. Giggles followed us upstairs until we got a glimpse of Dylan shuffling from the bathroom to her bedroom. Kim and I looked at each other and shared a nod. With a gentle knock, we pushed her door open without waiting for an answer and saw her balled up in her bed with her back to us. She sighed, apparently knowing that we'd only let her fall apart for so long before coming to check on her.

"I know. I'm being silly." She said immediately as she sat up against the bed head and brought her knees into her chest.

"Oh no honey. We don't think you're being silly at all." Kimberly said gingerly as we crawled into her bed with her. I gently pulled a hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear.

"Talk to us. Tell Dr. Hill and her assistant what's wrong." Earning a slight chuckle and an eye roll, she smiled.

"It's just, I feel like I let everyone down. I feel like I let Jo and Ellen down."

"That's absurd!" Kimberly exclaimed.

"It's all Dean's fault." I joked.

"It's always all Dean's fault." Dylan mumbled with a smile on her face. Blaming Dean for a broken vase or cracked wall, or scorched curtains always made us feel better in our demon frequent home. "But seriously, why couldn't I heal her? What could be a more perfect time to give me that power? What are they saving it for? Paige was able to heal Cole. It was one of the first things she did."

"That was different. Paige helped Leo heal Cole. She didn't really get that power until the last season of Charmed." Kimberly pointed out.

"Yeah, well I could have orbed her somewhere."

"She still would need heeling." I countered.

"No matter what you say, we're not letting you blame yourself for this." Kimberly said sternly.

"It was all Dean's fault." We all said in unison and laughed weakly.

"If you really think about it, it's the elders fault. All that destiny crap is more important than just giving us our powers now." Kimberly said bitterly.

"Aren't angels elders?" I asked, thinking aloud.

"I have no idea what goes on up there, and I don't really care to find out. They could all kick rocks in my opinion."

"Agreed." Dylan added. I picked up Dylan's cell and looked at her phone.

"Besides, you have more important things to worry about. Like Randy, who has called you three times today." Kim and I blew kisses at Dylan as she snatched her phone and shooed us out of her room.

"Kim!" we heard yelled throughout the house as I tried on the fifth dress in my closet. We ran out of my room and straight to Dylan's.

"What?" she asked.

"Get dressed." Kim raised a brow. "Kim, get dressed. We have a double date. Cody and Randy will be hear in an hour. I figured it would be an easier setting for you and Cody to talk. We're going to some bar to play pool." Kimberly looked at me.

"I like how I have a choice in all this."

"You obviously don't, so let's pick out my outfit, so that we can pick out yours."

"Why? That dress has 'Sammy, take me' written all over it." Dylan blurted out. I looked down and shook my head.

"Which is exactly why I'm going to change. I want cute and sassy, not hot and frisky. First date and all." Dylan opened her mouth to object. "Yeah, the other time doesn't count." I said not wanting to think about that embarrassment. An hour later, the three of us were all dressed up and ready to go out. We waited downstairs for our men in the living room. For Kimberly, we settled on a red corset with a brown leather jacket, skinny jeans and 3 inch heel boots. The corset really emphasized her chest region, therefore distracting Cody from talking. Dylan wore a gray crop top with yellow jeans and combat boots. She threw a jacket on simply for the weather. I wore a dark gray mini dress with a black lace hand glove and some black ankle boots. My hair was partially braided into a bun with a head band through it. Sam and Dean soon came down the stairs and I was amazed at what a simply V-neck and a black leather jacket could do for Sam.

"I thought you said no 'hot and frisky'." Dylan teased.

"What?" Sam asked.

"Nothing." The three of us recited with innocent smiles on our faces.

"Let's go." I said eagerly.

"You know, you guys could always come with. We're going to shoot some pool." Kim offered. Sam came over and put an arm around my shoulder, embarrassingly making me blush.

"Thanks, but I've got something special in mind for tonight." He answered.

"What about you Dean? Mr. Flannel and boots." Dylan joked. He scoffed.

"No thanks. I think I'm going to stay at Bobby's for a while."

"What? Why?" Sam objected.

"We don't have a case. Bobby needs my help with something." Dean shrugged.

"Should we come too?" I asked.

"Dean will call us if he needs us." Kimberly said, giving Dean a look of understanding. Sam, Dylan and I watched the silent exchange when the bell rang.

"The guys are here!" Dylan shouted in glee. We all smiled at her. She needed a pick me up so no one is to ruin her excitement. She opened the door surprised by how fast Randy had her in his arms. Cody side stepped them and went straight to Kimberly, taking her by the hand and pulling her to him. His lips instantly found hers. I guess Dylan and Kimberly really did a number on them.

"Are you okay?" Cody asked. She nodded, finding herself speechless. "Good. Now you can tell me what happened."

"Uh." She struggled.

"Well, we have to go!" I jumped in. "Sam? Shall we?"

"Uh," Sam stared at his brother. "Yeah. Um Dean, let me know when you get to Bobby's." With that, the two of us made haste out the door. Sam wasn't the only one to see the mood change on Dean's face.

"You know, I think we should get going too." Dylan said following my lead. "Can't postpone your ass whooping too long." Randy laughed obnoxiously.

"Fat chance of that happening sweetheart."

"Come on Cody. We can talk later." Kimberly said. "Later Dean. Call me if anything!" she yelled as she dragged her boyfriend out behind Dylan and Randy. Once the door closed, Dean took out his phone.

"I'm on my way." He said simply before slamming it shut. Dean got in his car and took off but the direction of the expressway he got on wasn't pointed to Bobby's. Within a few hours, Dean was in Jersey City looking at an apartment building door and balding his hand into a fist. With three swift raps to the door, it opened and Dean's frown smoothed out into a serene look of neutrality. "Hey Cassie."

"Haha!" Dylan and Kimberly bumped hips and busted out their victory dance. "Women rule and boys drool."

"Well, when the women look as tasty as you do, it's hard not to." Randy answered. Both Cody and Kimberly made looks of disgust as Dylan and Randy shared a kiss.

"I'm sorry. Is there anywhere for me to throw up?" The foursome turned to the strange voice and immediately both Kimberly and Dylan were paralyzed with fear. "What's the matter girls? Aren't you going to introduce me?" Kimberly let out a breath of panic and froze the bar.

"Leave them out of this." Dylan commanded as she and Kimberly quickly pulled out pistols to defend themselves with.

"Oh ladies. Is all this really necessary? I mean it's not like that little toy will faze me."

"What do you want?" Kimberly said bitterly.

"To give you girls another chance. My last offer. You've already seen what happened at our first battle. I'm giving you a chance to join the winning team. We could do so much together."

"You killed two good people in our last battle. Go back to hell." Dylan spat. Lucifer put both hands to his heart as if the words cut through his chest.

"Now, now. I didn't kill those pretty women. You did. It was your choice to fight, and for what? I take it the mission was to kill me? Their death lies in your hands." Kimberly and Dylan stared down the angel who has made our existence hell on earth. "Okay. So, I guess it will take even more death to finally turn you. So be it." And with that, the entire bar unfroze and Lucifer was gone.

"Do you girls know that asshole?" Randy asked.

"Better than we'd like to." Kimberly said staring into the distance, with her mind now far away.

"Come on. What do you say we give you guys a rematch?" Dylan offered. She patted Kim's shoulder. "Come on." She repeated. As Dylan gathered the balls and set up to brake, Cody came behind Kimberly and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"What's wrong?" he whispered into her ear. She forced a smile on her face.

"Nothing." Cody frowned. "Okay, I may not be able to read your mind, but I can tell that you've been avoiding something. I think it's time you tell me what's going on. Who was that guy Kim?"

"Cody, we just got our girls back. Can't we enjoy ourselves for a little before you dive into your suspicions?" Randy tried to diffuse the situation. Dylan sighed and leaned against the pool table. Obviously, their night was in a spiral downward.

"There wouldn't be any suspicions if Kim would just talk to me. You can't just say I'm in trouble and I'm leaving for a couple of days without explaining yourself. I was taken over with worry."

"I tried to keep him calm. I know you two will explain when you're ready." Dylan smiled grateful at Randy, with a hint of guilt. Kim wasn't the only girl hiding something.

"Fine. Let's talk." Kimberly said sounding a bit irritated. "But not here. Let's go home." Dylan's heart accelerated. For the first time in a long time, she had no idea what Kimberly was planning to do.

"You have got to be kidding me." I said with a straight face. "There is no way in hell!" Sam laughed at me as he dragged me towards the air balloon he rented for the night.

"Shar, you're a Charmed One. You fight demons. This is nothing."

"Sam, I am deathly afraid of heights!" I screamed as he attempted to lift me. I wriggled out of his grip and tried to take off but three steps for me is a half a step for Sam with his long legs.

"It'll be fun."

"Sitting in a bucket, hundreds of feet in the air is not my idea of fun." I growled through gritted teeth. He held my shoulders and forced me to look into his puppy dog eyes. "You can look pitiful all you want Sam. It's not happening."

"Okay, well one, we have to be sure that if the demon of fear comes after you, height won't be a problem. It's not like I said let's go joy riding in the empire state building elevator." Elevator's give me the creeps too. I'm Phoebe. Sue me.

"Sam." I moaned. I felt as if a panic attack was coming on, which I'm prone to in these types of situations.

"Shar, it's a great way for us to escape. No interruptions. Just you and me. You like roller coasters. You could get in this damn balloon. Especially since it's already paid for!" With that he flipped me in the bucket. Sam climbed in with the 'pilot' and sat next to me with a big triumphant grin on his face.

"Do you feel accomplished?" I growled. He chuckled at me.

"Very much so. Just relax."

"If I relax my bladder will release itself. How accomplished will you feel then?" Sam threw his head back and barked out laughter. The sad thing is he thought I was joking. "Did you bring a paper bag?"

"No. Why?"

"Because when I start hyperventilating and wind up having a heart attack and die this will be ALL YOUR FAULT." Sam rolled his eyes at me.

"You're being a bit of a drama queen." I raised my brows.

"Oh really? So why don't we add a clown to this bad boy. Then it'll be a party." Sam glared at me.

"Who told you?" I smiled smugly at him and didn't say a word. "Dean." He muttered in annoyance.

Cassie ran her fingers through her curly locks and let out a heavy sigh.

"The devil? I mean after what happened back home, I opened up my mind to things but this is crazy."

"And it gets crazier." Dean said with a smirk.

"Okay, so you guys let Lucifer out and now the world is on the brink. Okay. That's overwhelming but I get that. What I don't get is… the Charmed Ones? That's a TV show."

"I know. But it's true. Came as a shock to me and Sammy too."

"So can they beat him? Can they beat the devil?"

"That's what we're told. It's their destiny and all that crap. But I really don't like the thought of throwing them in the line of fire. Powerful witches or no." Cassie leaned back and stared at Dean. Her first love, once again back to turn her life upside down, but she could never refuse him. As much as she would like to kick him in the face at times, he will always be a welcomed memory in her life.

"So, is that what you called me for? To drop a bombshell like that?" Dean stayed silent for a moment. "Dean I know you. There's something else on your mind." That was all it took. Dean couldn't hide. Not from Cassie. That's why he called her. Tears piled up to the brim in his eyes but never fell free. Cassie immediately moved from her lazy boy to the couch where he sat and held his hand.

"We went to battle a couple days ago and… and two people who I really cared about died. That stupid gun…I pulled the trigger, but it didn't…" Dean trailed off and rubbed his eyes. Cassie rubbed his shoulders and his arms.

"Stop it. Why do you do that?"

"Do what?" Dean asked surprised.

"Act like the world lies in your hands. It's not your fault. Did you force them to go? No." she answered before he could even speak. Dean smiled after a moment. "What?"

"I think you'd really get along with the eldest Charmed One. She has that same 'kick you while your down' attitude." Dean joked. She hit him playfully on the arm. "You know, looking at her, you'd think she was the softy, but I could tell that she's the glue. She looks after the other two, like I look after Sammy, and if something were to happen to them, I wouldn't want to be in the way of her wrath." Cassie grinned at him.

"See something you like Dean?" Dean suddenly came back to earth and glared at her question.

"What? No?" Cassie laughed. "Besides, she's not interested in me. She's with someone else."

"Yeah, and is he a sweetheart? Super nice? Never a challenge?" Dean smirked.

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"Because it's much easier to deal with him then to deal with you. But your worth the headache Dean. And the way you smile when you talk about her only makes me think that she is as great as you are." Dean nodded and then grinned widely.

"You think I'm great?" She scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"Don't taint my new apartment with your oversized ego Dean." She said as she grabbed the two empty beer bottles and walked to the trash.

"Why'd you move anyway?" Dean called from the living room.

"I guess the bad memories outweighed the good ones. After a while, I just had to get out of there. Besides, the job as editor here is a terrific chance." She was busy in the kitchen and turned to Dean not two steps behind her. She smiled and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. "I think it's time for you to go." Dean frowned.

"What? Why?"

"Dean, those green goo goo eyes you got going isn't for me. Go home and get your girl, and when you need a friend… I'll be right here."

The two couples entered the manor in single file. "Have a seat. We'll get some beers." Kim said as Dylan followed her close behind to the kitchen.

"Um, so what's your plan?" Dylan asked.

"To tell them the truth without the supernatural aspect." Dylan looked at her sister like she was stupid.

"Huh?"

"Just follow my lead." The two went back to the living room and gave the gentlemen their drinks. "Okay, so here's the deal. We have some complications in our lives that don't really concern you two, but we wont keep you in the dark about it anymore."

"I don't get what you're trying to say." Cody said.

"Dylan, Shar and I recently found out that we aren't just friends, but distant cousins." Dylan sat down on the edge of the sofa with her nerves absolutely rattled. "It's a nice discovery I guess, but our family line comes with certain responsibilities and obligations. Unfortunately, they've caused us nothing but trouble."

"What kind of trouble?" Randy asked.

"Basically, our family comes with more work. The three of us, along with Dean and Sam save people." Cody and Randy raised their brows skeptically.

"Like vigilantes?" Randy asked heavy on the sarcasm. Kimberly sneered at him and nodded.

"You could say so." Dylan buried her face in her hands. "You can't judge us. This is what we do. So now you know."

"So police aren't doing a good enough job? You have to throw yourselves in the crossfire? Are you insane?" Randy asked.

"You could be hurt." Cody sounded pissed off by that point.

"We are properly trained for this. It's not just something we can walk away from. Besides, the police suck at their job."

"So, when you went off to Missouri, it was out of some insane need to play superwoman?" Cody almost yelled.

"You wanted to know right? So now you do. If we don't do our job, innocent people will die. It's not like we woke up one day and said, hey, let's go save the world."

"Okay, so you were sent? So, what are you like FBI?" Randy asked.

"You could say so."

"Stop saying that!" Cody yelled finally. Kimberly did not appreciate his yelling. This was hard enough on her without that.

"Cody-" he cut her off.

"Let me see your badges."

"We don't have any." Dylan finally spoke. She saw that this was becoming overwhelming to Kimberly. "We're not FBI. We go above their heads."

"So you're CIA?" Randy asked.

"We can't actually put a label on our position babe. I'm sorry. That's all we could tell you."

"We're dating CIA operatives." Randy sounded slightly proud. "How hot is that?" Cody on the other hand, got up and walked out. "Don't worry Kim. I'll talk some sense into him." Sam and I entered the house to see a teary eyed Kimberly, and a worried Dylan and Randy.

"Hey guys. What's going on? Where's Cody?" Sam asked. I just stared at him. For someone who went to Stanford, the guy sure doesn't have a lot of common sense. Kimberly went up to her room without another word. Randy and Sam shared a handshake and then Randy was gone. Dylan closed the door and punch Sam in the arm.

"What's wrong with you?" she yelled as she rushed upstairs. Sam looked down at me in confusion. I rolled my eyes and kissed him on the lips.

"I had fun tonight in despite of my fears. Thanks."

"You're welcome."

"Now, go gloat to your brother about how you're the only person in the world who could ever get me in an air balloon, while I go have a sister moment with Dylan and Kimberly."

"I still don't get what I did." I gave him a blank stare.

"You're lucky you're pretty."