Okay, so i should warn you that this chapter is a little longer than usual. Nope. Scratch that. It's a lot longer. About two chapters in one. I just thought i'd make it as long as possible to make up for the long waits I've been putting you guys through. Thanks to all my latest readers. I've been getting a lot more added favs and story alerts. You guys are awesome. So, here you go. Enjoy and as always, please Review.

"Alright, so, who would like to start us off?" the doctor asked the group of mental patients. Immediately, some guy put his hand up. The doctor looked at him and tried again. "Anyone else?" No one else offered. The doctor sighed. "Alright Ted. Calm down."

"I am calm. And I'd very calmly like to talk about the monster hunting us." Sam and Kim's ears perked up at that.

"Ted, we're not going to have this discussion again." The doctor said. "It's not good for group."

"I agree." Said Ted. "You know what else isn't good for group? A monster eating all our faces off." This guy was a little shaky but he made a good point.

"Alright, fine, thank you. Anyone else."

"I saw it." Ted argued. "When it killed Susan."

"Yeah, I saw it too. It had big monster claws!" an ill patient added.

"No it didn't!" Ted argued.

"Yeah, it was an alien, like on the X-Files." She said.

"Stop it!" Ted shouted. "Stop helping. Listen to me. We're all dead."

"That's enough!" The doctor took order. He leaned over and took off his glasses, through playing games. "There. Is. No. Monster." Sam looked at Kimberly. She couldn't deny that this guys argument, crazy or not, was believable.

Dean sat at a table playing checkers by himself.

"King me!" he shouted in glee.

"Eddie?" he heard. Dean was quite pleased to see a beautiful woman standing before him. "I'm Dr. Erica Cartwright. I've been assigned your case."

"You're my shrink? Lucky me."

"And you're my paranoid schizophrenic with narcissistic personality disorder and religious psychosis. Lucky me. Can we talk?"

"Yes. I've actually got some questions for you." Dean countered. The doctor took a seat in front of him.

"What a coincidence. I've got some for you too."

"Well then, quid pro quo, Clarice."

"Okay, Hannibal. I'll go first. How many hours a night do you sleep?"

"Three or four every couple of nights." Dean answered honestly. "Tell me about the recent suicides."

"They were tragic."

"But you haven't noticed anything strange, like black smoke or sulfur?"

"No. Why? What's that supposed to mean?" the doc asked curiously.

"Demon signs. I hunt demon, monsters, that kind of thing."

"How many drinks do you have a week?"

"Well, I got to sleep sometime so, what's seven times… somewhere in the mid fifties. You ever feel any cold spots or get a chill walking through the hospital?"

"Not that I can remember. If I had?"

"There's a ghost around." He answered. The back and forth banter went on for quite a while with Dean getting absolutely nothing on the case. By the time it was over, Dean wouldn't admit it, but she got into his head, maybe more than he even realized.

As Sam and Kim headed out of grouping, the nurse came to get another blood sample from Kimberly. However, when she entered the nurse's office, she was entirely surprised to get a whack on the back of her head. Immediately, knocking her unconscious.

"For you, I have something particularly special in mind."

"Where's Kimberly?" Dean asked as he ran into his brother.

"With the nurse. Are you okay?"

"I just got thraped. So, no, I am not okay. Tell me you found something."

"Yeah. A guy says he saw a creature. Let's meet up in an hour when the girls get out of jail."

"Okay, the sooner we kill this thing, the sooner we get the hell out of here. This place gives me the creeps." Dean turned to see a girl standing on his toes. She grabbed him and kissed him deeply. Tongue and all.

"Hi." She said.

"Hi." He responded.

"I'm Wendy."

"Uh huh." Dean muttered. Sam stood there watching in shock. She circled Dean and smacked his ass before walking away. Dean watched her with seduction in his eyes. "Maybe this place isn't so bad after all."

"Dude, you cannot hit that." Sam said bluntly. Dean pouted.

"Oh, so torn."

At lunch, just like the doc promised, Dylan and I were released. He gave us a warning but frankly, at that point, we didn't care much for keeping up appearances. Sam spotted us and dragged us to the meet up spot to get Dean.

"Guys, Shar's got bad news." Dylan spoke.

"What? What happened?" Dean asked.

"What happened is you brought me out here against my will to die. Thanks very much. Next time I say 'today I'm not doing anything'… I'm not doing a damn thing!"

"Wait. What do you mean you're going to die?" Sam asked.

"She had a premonition. Lucifer kills us using our powers."

"Your powers? How could he get your powers?" Dean asked in disbelief. Dylan and I shrugged.

"I don't know, but thanks a lot Dean." I muttered.

"No. There will be no death. Lucifer isn't even here. Cass is locating him." Sam interjected.

"Well, maybe this is all a set up. Look, the important part is that in Shar's premonition, Kimberly was already dead or unconscious. Where is she? We have to make sure she's okay."

"She's fine. She's with the nurse." Sam said. "We have a witness. Let's just go talk to him. Maybe we'll be able to connect the dots with more information." When we got to his room, Ted was under attack. He was being hung. Sam tried to pick the lock.

"Hurry up." Dean rushed him.

"Back off Dean!" he shouted. He got the door open, but it was too late. Ted was hanging from a metal pipe. While waiting for a chance to examine the body, we began to chat.

"Guys, I'm getting a bad feeling about this. Where is Kimberly?" I said.

"We'll find her right after this. Come on." Sam went to work, taking out the body of Ted and feeling the neck wound. Dylan came very close to it and then poked the face. Dean stared at her.

"It's cold." She said.

"He smells funny." I said.

"He's dead Shar." Sam scolded me. With a little more inspection, Sam found a deep hole going up to his brain. As he got autopsy tools ready to further his investigation, I decided that someone needed to be a look out and that someone would be me. Dean tagged along. Not wanting to think about the noises of the saw, I looked at Dean.

"You know, I thought coming here… pretending to be crazy would be kind of fun. It's not." With those words I gave Dean a good punch to the gut. He bent over in pain.

"Ugh. You bitch." He groaned. I smiled down at him and patted his shoulder. While Dylan and Sam were having their jollies with a dead man's brain, we heard someone approaching.

"Dude." Dean whispered as we rushed back into the room.

"Oh, that's nasty." I said seeing Sam holding a brain.

"Look, his brain's been sucked dry." Sam said holding it up.

"Fascinating." Dean said. "Someone's coming."

"Yeah, so could you put that away please?" I said feeling squeamish for like the first time in my life. The door opened and the four of us froze. The body was put away in time, but how could we explain ourselves to the nurse? Well, Dean came to our rescue. Or should I say Little Dean.

"What are you guys doing in here?" the nurse asked. Dean pulled down his pants and waved his hands in the air. Dylan and I looked down and our eyes bulged. Little Dean isn't so little after all. "Pudding!" he shouted with a little dance.

"Pudding!" Kimberly heard Dean's voice as she slowly came to.

"Fuck you and your pudding." Kimberly muttered. She heard an exasperated gasp.

"That attitude is not necessary Blossom!" She looked up to see me bouncing up and down by her side.

"Yeah. Whatever? Dean, tell me you guys didn't kill that nurse. She's mine."

"Psh. No. The nurse isn't the monster this time." As Kimberly rubbed her head, she noticed that Dean kept swaying back and forth. She looked up at me and I was still bouncing with a smile on my face from ear to ear.

"Shar, where's Dylan?" I did not answer her. Instead I bounced away. She got up and followed me into the hall where Dylan was.

"Took you long enough to wake up!" Dylan shouted. Kimberly's head was still hurting.

"Well, I'm sorry I was unconscious." She responded sarcastically.

"No worries. Now we're together again." I said happily.

"Why do you sound like that?" she asked becoming annoyed. "You're a little too perky." Dean came up to us with his pants around his ankles and a pudding cup rested on his "friend".

"Guys meet pudding!" he yelled.

"I love pudding!" I yelled. Kimberly smacked me on the arm and I gasped.

"What? What did you see?" I looked at her like she was crazy.

"I saw the back of my eyelids, what did you think I saw?" Kimberly stared at me.

"Oh no. Oh no. Are you kidding me? We're not even fighting the source!" she yelled at the ceiling. "Okay, I guess this is a little different. Maybe whatever is killing people has infected you guys." She turned on her heel and slapped the hair off of Dean's face. "Snap out of it!" Dean threw himself on the floor and began to cry.

"Cry baby!" Dylan shouted. Kimberly shook her head.

"You guys are crazy." She walked off and heard a scream.

"An innocent to save!" Dylan shouted.

"Let's go hunt the son of a bitch demon!" Dean shouted. We all ran up to the room to see Sam in binds.

"BLOOD! I need it! I NEED it! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"OMG." After freeing him, Kimberly began to strategize. "Okay, if this is anything like the show then I'm stuck in my own head. Doesn't that mean I could make myself wake up? Dylan! Slap me! I think if-"

"Okay!" Kimberly was cut off by a thunderclap to the face. She glared at Dylan and walked away with us following close behind. "I wonder if my powers work, so I could avoid getting hit by a car." She tossed Dean's pudding cup in the air and flashed her hands. She frowned as it fell to the ground. She sighed. "Naturally." She muttered. "Okay, so here's the plan. That bitch nurse is behind this, so we're going to find her, kill her and that should wake me up. Got it?" Kimberly spun around on her toes to see Dean playing with his nipples, Sam sucking on my wrist and Dylan trying to scare her reflection in the mirror. Kimberly stared at us with a slack jaw and a mind full of disbelief and frustration. "Hey!" she shouted, making everyone jump and look up at her. "Sam, what the hell are you doing?"

"Drinking." Sam said as he showed Kimberly the obvious hickey on my arm. I giggled with glee.

"Kinky, isn't he?" I said with extreme admiration. She rolled her eyes in disgust.

"Dean?" she asked.

"They're just so perky." He said with a huge smile. "See?" he said as he lifted his shirt. Dylan wore an evil smile as she walked over to him and gave him a purple nurple. Dean screamed in pain.

"Unbelievable." Kimberly muttered as she turned once again and walked away from us.

The nurse escorted us back to the main room with all the patients. The four of us stood in a circle along with Martin and discussed everything. It's still not much to go on, but it was enough to brainstorm. We determined that whatever this thing was, sucks it's victim's brain dry and then makes the deaths look like suicides.

"Any ideas?" Dean asked. There was a brief silence but then Dylan held up a finger.

"Actually, I think so." I looked at her in confusion.

"Um, I don't believe there was an episode of Charmed with a demon like that." She shook her head.

"There wasn't, but I vaguely remember reading something like that in the Book of Shadows." Everyone stared at her.

"Book of Shadows?" Martin asked.

"Do you remember what it was?" Dean asked, ignoring Martin's question.

"No, but it's in the trunk. I can orb it in here if I can find a place with no cameras."

"Orb? Can someone please explain to the crazy person what's going on here?" I looked at Dean who had a look on his face as if he just got caught.

"Dean." I pushed. Dean and Sammy stared a look.

"I think we have to tell him now." Sam said.

"Tell me what?" Dean sighed and glared at Dylan.

"He doesn't know… about you three." Dylan and I had the same face on, daring him to challenge us. "Martin, Sharnel, Kimberly and Dylan aren't your average hunters." I rolled my eyes.

"Oh, for goodness sake Dean. We don't have all day. Rip the bandage off already. Dude, hi. We're witches. The Charmed Ones. Good witches. You have a problem with that? Because we still have to deal with my premonition, therefore we don't have time for you to have a bitch fit and frankly, I'm not interested in hearing one from you because I was supposed to be home resting, not preparing myself to die. So what I'd really like to hear from you is a 'wow, thank you for coming to help on such short notice and hopefully we can all work together to nip this thing in the butt'. Okay? Got it? Good." Martin watched my mouth as word after word flew out of it. Sam looked down at me.

"Feel better?"

"Yeah, I really needed to get that rant off my chest." Martin didn't object because one, he's crazy, but not that crazy and two, he figured if Dean and Sam trusted us then we really were good people. I followed Dylan to the restroom being sure that there were no cameras in there.

"Book of Shadows." Dylan called. It orbed into her hand and we quickly flipped through the book. We landed on a disgusting picture of a face with wiry hair, sharp teeth and wrinkles along its face.

"Wraith. They crack open skulls and feed on brain juice." Dylan read.

"Oh, there goes my lunch." I muttered. Dylan smiled and continued.

"It says here that silver can kill it and the slightest touch of it will crack the skin of a wraith."

"Okay, so then this should be easy." Dylan gave me a look that said 'that's what you think' and pointed to a line in the book. I looked down to read it.

"Are you kidding me? They shift into humans? That means it could b anybody!"

"Yup. The only way to see its true form is in the reflection of a mirror." I looked at Dylan and sighed.

"If we make it out of here, Dean owes us Jimmy Choos."

"And the purse to match."

After our little bathroom research check, Dylan orbed to the car to put away the book and get silver blades. While she did that, Dean had another chat with his shrink. He stood by the main room's exit and watched in a mirror as people walked by. He saw that the monster was the head doctor of the clinic. As we met up to arm ourselves, Wendy marched down the hallway with a smile on her face.

"Oh no, no, no. Not today sweetheart. Come on. Keep walking." Dean thought she was going to him, but instead she pushed past us to get to Sam. She pressed him against the wall as we all watched in shock and kissed him. My mouth dropped and Dylan immediately grabbed my right hand with the blade in it while Sam stood frozen in shock. Dean looked between me and them with a look of worry on his face.

"I want him now. He's larger." She said as she let go of him. With that she walked away. Sam immediately looked at me afterwards with horror in his eyes.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know she was going to kiss me. She-she forced herself on me."

"Are you trying to tell me you just got mouth raped? You are an overgrown man Sam. It's not possible for you to get raped."

"What did you expect me to do? Head butt her?"

"Yes!"

"She's an innocent."

"Huh! Not that innocent."

"Alright, alright, you two. You two have been dating for what? Two weeks now? Don't you think it's a little too soon for this?" Dylan asked, stepping between us.

"Tell that to gigantor over here." I exclaimed.

"Can we get back to business?" We all began walking and I muttered to Sam 'this isn't over'.

After arriving to the doctor's office, we discovered that he was still in the building.

"Okay, let's split up. Sam, Dylan, you take the West wing. Shar and I will take the East." As Sam and Dylan walked through the halls, Dylan shook her head.

"You have a death wish my friend. Word of advice. Don't cheat on Shar. Ever."

"I'm not planning on it."

"You already did." Sam pursed his lips and tried to ignore her. "She's not the jealous type. She gives you her trust, but you lose that and your life will be a living hell. Especially since you live together. There is nothing Sharnel hates more than a liar." Sam spun around.

"Dylan. Do you think we could stay focused?"

"I'm just giving you some advice. No one knows her better than we do you know."

"Thanks, so when I need it, I'll ask." Sam was about to turn a corner, but Sam spotted the doctor. He pressed Dylan back against the wall. As soon as the doctor turned the corner, Sam swung and sliced his arm. Dylan automatically realized that his skin did not crack.

"Sam!" she shouted, but two more workers came to help the doctor. They grabbed Sam but he managed to knock them both off. He punched one in the face and smashed the other's head through a glass window. Dylan gasped and covered her mouth in shock. The doctor filled with fear, tried to make a run for it, but Sammy the bloodhound spotted him. Dylan tried to grab him but Sam was too strong, pushing her hand away. He ran and tackled the doctor to the ground. He pinned the doctor and raised his blade, ready to strike.

"Knife." Dylan called. Luckily, the doctor was so frantically trying to scurry away that he didn't notice the knife disappear from Sam's hand. "Sam, the cut's not burning. It's not him!" she shouted.

Kimberly walked and walked through the hallway until she smacked right into the nurse.

"What are you doing out of bed Kimberly?" Kimberly glared and automatically grabbed the nurse's throat. She slammed the nurse back into the wall and kneed her in the gut.

"Get out of my head bitch." The nurse toppled over to the ground but Kim did not let up. She kicked the woman in the face and the nurse cried out.

"Kimberly what are you doing!" I shouted.

"Kill her! Break her neck!" Dylan roared. The nurse's scream attracted the attention of the guards. They grabbed Kim and put her in a straitjacket.

"Let me go!" she shouted.

"Baby, stop it. You'll be taken away from me." Dean whined. Kimberly looked up in shock.

"What?"

"Don't make them send you away baby."

"Why are you calling me that?"

"Get the doctor!" the nurse muttered through her battered face. Once the doctor showed up, he frowned at Kim.

"Monsters again? Kimberly, we've been through this."

"Save it doc. I already know what you're trying to do." She looked at the nurse. "Real original." She said sarcastically.

"She's not a monster. None of us are, Kimberly. This illness started a few months ago and it's only getting worse." The doctor offered a sympathetic smile and then looked pass her. "Take the other patients to they're rooms."

"No! Dylan orb. You can do it. It's my head. I'm in control."

"You haven't been in control for a long time Kimberly. But you will be." The doctor said. She was taken to her room and put in restraints.

"It's okay Kim. You've got everything under control. Don't worry. You can get out of this." she reassured herself.

Dylan met up with Dean and I a little later when the guards stopped roaming the halls.

"Where's Sammy?" Dean asked. Dylan chuckled.

"You have to see for yourself." We broke into Sam's room where he was sitting up in his bed. He looked completely spaced out.

"You okay?" Dean asked. Sam widely shook his head.

"No." he whispered. "No, I'm not okay. I-I… I am a-awesome." Sam breathed. Dylan and I couldn't help but burst out into laughter. He was zooted out of his mind.

"They give you something?" Dean asked.

"Oh yeah. They gave me… EVERYTHING!" Sam bellowed. I tried my best to stop laughing at him with no success. Dean looked down at his brother with shame in his eyes. "It's spectacu… lacular." He said with a giggle. All attempts to stop laughing ceased. I had to hold Dylan up.

"Oh my God." Dylan laughed.

"He always was a happy drunk." Dean informed. Sam tried to focus. He grabbed Dean's arm for attention, tugging him down to his eye level.

"Dean, the doctor wasn't a wraith."

"I know."

"I thought you said you saw his funky town face." Said Dylan. Sam chuckled at her words while Dean and I just stared at her.

"I did." He pressed. "I saw it in the mirror and it was not human."

"Or you're seeing things. Maybe, m-maybe… you're going crazy." Sam mused. Between his words and his facial expressions, there was no way I could remain mad at him anymore.

"I'm not crazy." Dean objected.

"Well, come on. You've been at least… half crazy for a long time." Sam said with a hilarious expression of skeptics on his face. Dean frowned. "Since you got back from hell or since before that, even. I mean, where in… where in a mental hospital…" Sam trailed off with a cackle. "Maybe , maybe you finally cracked! You know, maybe, maybe now you are really, for real, crazy."

"That's your boyfriend Shar." Dylan reminded me.

"I know. Aren't I lucky?" I joked.

"I made a mistake." Dean said defensively. "That's all. I'll find the thing." Sam nodded.

"Okay. Yeah, yeah, yeah." Sam whispered as he grabbed his brother's shoulder in comfort. "I know. I know." Dean raised a brow at Sam's hand. "It's okay Dean. Hey. Look at me." Sam said with tears coming to his eyes. Dean slowly turned his focus back to Sam. "It's okay… because you're my brother… and I still love ya." Dean stared straight faced as his brother while we stood in silence and watched. I was trying so hard not to laugh, but then Sam pinched Dean's nose and went 'BOOP!" and it was over for me. Sam gave him a hippy smile while Dean just glared back at him in shame.

We split up briefly to try and figure out who our new target was while Dean ran into his shrink again.

"You missed our session today." She said.

"I'm a little busy."

"Still hunting that wraith?"

"People are dying."

"People die all the time." Dean wasn't in the mood for her to work her mind tricks on him.

"Look lady, why don't you just let me do my job and maybe save your life?"

"It's not my life that I'm worried about." Dean stopped walking and turned around. He saw as me and Dylan were walking up to him.

"Oh my God. I am fine!" he pushed. "Okay? I'm fine." Dylan and I stared at each other in confusion.

"Okay." We said hesitantly.

"Come on. Even you don't believe that." The doctor said. "All this pressure that you're putting yourself under? All this guilt? It's killing you. You can't save everybody. You can't." Dylan and I stood next to him and tried to see what he was staring at. "Hell, these days, you can't save anybody Dean."

"What'd you say?" he whispered.

"We didn't say anything." Dylan muttered. Dean held up a finger, signaling us to wait.

"The truth Dean. You got Ellen and Jo killed. You shot Lucifer but you couldn't gank him. You couldn't stop Sam from killing Lilith and oh yeah, you broke the first seal. All you do is fail. Did you really think that you, Dean Winchester, with a GED and a give them hell attitude were going to beat the devil? Please. The world is going to burn and there is nothing that you can do about it."

"Who are you? How do you know that stuff?" Dean barked. One of the guards sighed.

"Hey, settle down." He said.

"Dean." I groaned and grabbed his hand.

"Tell me!"

"I said settle down."

"Who are you?" Dean whispered. "Who is she?" he asked the guard, pointing at nothing.

"Dean, what are you talking about?" I asked.

"Who?" the guard asked.

What are you blind? Her!" he pointed again to nothing.

"There's no one there." Dylan informed him. Dean looked from Dylan to the woman in disbelief.

"I'm not real Dean." She said. "I'm in your head… because you are going crazy." She whispered. Dean stood, stunned speechless.

"Leave me alone." He said and began to walk away from us.

"But, the case!" Dylan called. Dean ignored her and kept walking. He passed another doctor and the nurse. When he looked in the mirror however, they're faces were both faces of wraiths. He spun back around and kept it moving. Dylan and I followed him, but even our faces looked like wraiths to him.

"Oh God. I think Sam was right. Dean is crazy." Dylan whispered to me.

Kimberly waited until finally, she heard footsteps. It was Dean coming to her rescue.

"Oh thank God. Dean, untie me." Dean came and wobbled up to her bed. He plopped down on the side of it and smiled.

"But I like you this way."

"What? Dean, I'm not playing with you!"

"Alright my little petunia. We can run away and go make babies together."

"What the hell is wrong with you? Okay, so I kind of had a thing for you before, but one, that was only just a fantasy, two, I have a boyfriend and three, the guy that I had a crush on, was not this. So, there will be no nookie tonight." Dean untied her and she took his hand and led him back upstairs. "We have to find the nurse." Kimberly whispered. There was a room with a glass window and she could see the nurse resting. The nurse was badly bruised and was connected to an IV. "Okay, so, you keep look out." She ordered. Dean was busy trying to touch his nose with his tongue and moaned an awkward okay. Kimberly sneaked up to the nurse and saw a tray on the table next to her. Kimberly grabbed the tray and saw the nurse open her eyes just before she swung down on her head. Kimberly repeatedly whacked at the woman's head, ignoring the splatter of blood until she heard Dean run inside.

"Somebody's coming." The door flew open and in walked the doctor.

"Oh my God." He gasped.

"It's okay." She said, holding up the blood soaked metal tray. "Now, I just have to wake myself up and everything should be fine." She smacked herself and opened her eyes to see that she was still in the same place. She tried pinching herself and that didn't work either. The doctor checked the nurse's pulse and then looked up at Kimberly.

"She's dead."

"No. No, she's a monster."

"Guards!" the doctor called. Before Kimberly even realized, she was in solitary. They gave her a mild sedative to make her sleep and when she woke up, she wasn't covered in blood anymore.

"Shar! Dylan!" she called. "Guys!" The door to her room opened and the doctor walked in. He looked different. His hair was graying and he looked a little more worn than he did before.

"Hello Ms. Joseph. How are you feeling today?"

"Where are my sisters?"

"We've been through this Kimberly. They're not your sisters. Only your friends. I thought you were beginning to understand that. I thought we discussed releasing you from here."

"Please. Then let me go."

"It's not up to me. It's up to you. You have to let go of the notion that you're a witch. You've once said that innocents are more important than anything else. Well, this illness made you kill an innocent and you have spent five years locked up here because of it." Kimberly looked up in shock. That's when she realized how unbelievably long her hair was, running all the way down to her belly button.

"But how?"

"You are stuck in the past but you don't have to be. I have some people here to see you." In walked Dylan, hand in hand with Randy.

"Hi Kimberly." Dylan said, giving her a hug. Dylan's hair was cut until wavy layers and had blonde in it. "I wish you could have been at our wedding." Dylan said showing her the ring.

"What?" Kimberly whispered. She heard cooing and looked past Dylan to see Sam and I walking up to her. I was holding an adorable little baby girl, no older than 3 months old.

"Hey tiny." Sam teased as he knelt down and hugged her. "Shar and I thought it was about time you meet someone." I knelt down with the baby in front of Kimberly.

"This is your Auntie Kim." I spoke. "Kimberly, this is Sophia Alyssa Winchester."

"Shar, you had a baby?" Kimberly asked, almost bursting into tears.

"Yeah, sweetie, I told you that last time I visited you. Don't you remember?"

"We gave her your middle name." Sam added.

"That way you're always with her." Dean pushed through. He tenderly kissed Kimberly on the lips. He along with Sam wore a little scruff on his face.

"How are you feeling?" Kimberly's breath caught.

"So much has happened." Dean smiled at her.

"You can have this. Just as soon as you come back to me Kimberly. Don't let this alternate reality ruin our life." A tear dropped from her eye.

"Your friends let go of their delusions and now look at them. The doctor spoke. "Married. Having kids. They are the happiest they've ever been and you can have it too. You know how. Just like the way they did. Do it. Do not rob yourself of anymore happiness. It's not fare to you or to Dean."

"You want me to say the spell." She cried.

"Yes. Do it. Set yourself free Kimberly."

After Sam apologized and was allowed to go to the day room, he found Dean, but Dean took him by surprise.

"It's not the demon blood Sam. It never was."

"What?" Sam asked.

"The problem was you. It was always you. The lies, your arrogance, and the black spot on your sole." When Sam looked around, he was surrounded by the patients.

"Now we're all going to die because of you." One lady said. "It's all your fault."

"You killed all of us." Another man added. He shoved Sam. "Freak." People started shoving Sam in all different directions and yelling at him.

"You evil son of bitch! Loser! Freak! We're all going to die!" One of them punched Sam and he started fighting back. Throwing punch after punch at all of them. The problem was, he was swinging at air. There was no one there. He was quickly grabbed, and he punched a guard in the face. Three more came to grab him.

"Leave me alone! Leave me alone! I didn't do it! Get off of me! Stop it! Leave me ALONE!" he growled. As they dragged him back to solitary, he continued to push and shout while Dean sat in the corner and watched through fearful eyes.

"What's happening?" he whispered to himself. Dylan and I had had enough. We marched right up to Dean and Dylan slammed her fists down on the table.

"Dean!"

"AH!" Dean began to belt out the longest scream I have ever heard. He flipped backwards out of his chair, stood up and started hopping up and down, still screaming. Dylan and I stared at each other and then back at him. He finally calmed down.

"That was scary." He said. We walked away and went to Martin's room without another word. After Dean tried to get a hold on the clues, we put it together.

"So the wraith, it poisoned us. Maybe with venom, you know. Death by touch? Or, or venom, or uh, saliva, or-"

"Dean wait!" Dylan stopped him. She looked at me and we both spoke.

"Wendy." We said in unison.

"Wendy?" Martin asked.

"Wendy!" Dean exclaimed. "Wendy slobbered all over me and Sam. That's how we got infected."

"So, this girl gave you and Sam supernatural mono?" Dylan asked with a smile.

"And I get to kill her?" I asked in excitement. "Ohhh, this is going to be fun." I said in an evil tone. As we walked, everyone stared at Dean as he walked from square tile to square tile.

"Dean?" Martin breathed. He stopped and looked at us.

"I-I can't step on the cracks." Dylan and I slowly blinked at him.

"Dean, when a man who has lost their marbles such as Martin here, looks at you like that, you know you have a problem." I teased. Our laughter was cut short by a piercing scream. We ran to Wendy's room and Dean kicked the door open to see Wendy laying down unconscious with the nurse sitting over her.

"Is this real?" he asked. She smiled and pulled her brain drill out of the girls head. She licked it and then it slid back into her arm.

"Oh it is sugar. It's very real." She attacked and easily managed to knock Dean out. Martin grabbed his silver and tried to stab her but she foiled his attempt and through him across the room.

"Tray!" Dylan called. She grabbed it as it materialized into her hand and swung it. Then I kicked the wraith in the stomach.

"Get the knife." I said to Dylan. The wraith grabbed my throat but I reversed that and we were left knotted up on the ground. I managed to get the upper hand and kick her off of me. Dylan swung the blade but the nurse covered with her arm. She screamed and ran out. We ran after her, but she thought that one through.

"Those patients attacked me." She said to the guards. Dean and Martin ran up to us.

"Where'd she go?" Dean asked.

"Can't worry about that right now Dean." I said pointing to the big burly men charging at us.

"Go. Find her and gut the bitch." Dylan yelled as she tossed the blade to Dean. Martin, Dylan and I managed to keep the four guards busy while Dean slipped by. Dylan jumped and kicked one of the men in the face, while I spin kicked another. Both fell unconscious.

"A little help." Martin called.

"Hey!" I shouted. One turned to me and I punched him in his throat. He bent over trying to catch his breath while I swung my foot around and kicked him in the back of his head.

"Lamp." Dylan called. She spun around once to get that extra swing before bashing the lamp into the last guards head.

"Watch them. I'm through playing around. We're going to go find Kim." I told Martin. The nurse couldn't keep Kimberly in her office on the main floor, but she was heading somewhere in the basement when she caught us in the morgue. We went to the room and saw Kimberly, passed out on the floor. Dylan bent down to check for a pulse. She sighed in relief.

"She's alive."

"From whence they came, return them now, vanish the words, vanish our powers." Kimberly whispered. It was as if she was talking in her sleep.

"What?" Dylan asked.

"She's relinquishing our powers."

"That's how Lucifer gets them." Dylan realized.

"Oh no. We're not about to lose them now. Not after everything. Ready?"

"For what?"

"We're going in."

"Do you have a spell?" I grabbed her hand.

"I hope this works without crystals." I said as I placed my hand on Kimberly's forehead. Dylan raised a brow at me, not knowing what I was talking about. "Life to life and mind to mind, our spirits now will enter twine, we meld our souls and journey to, the ones whose thoughts we wish we knew."

"From whence they came, return them now, vanish the words, vanish our powers."

"That's it Kimberly. You're almost there." The doctor whispered. Dylan and I showed up just in time.

"Kimberly don't!" Dylan yelled.

"From whence they came, return them now, vanish the words, vanish our powers."

"How come I wasn't invited to the crazy party?" Lucifer stood right next to Kimberly. "Don't worry. I'm just popping in to collect my new powers. I'll deal with you guys later."

"From whence they came…"

"Kimberly, stop it. We're your sisters." I shouted.

"Return them now…"

"Do it Kimberly. You're almost free." The doctor tried.

"Vanish the words..."

"Come on Kim. You could do it." Lucifer nudged.

"No!" I shouted and ran with the intentions of kicking Lucifer. Before my foot touched him, he snapped his fingers and I exploded. Dylan gasped and took a step and he repeated the same to her. Kimberly sat in shock and watched. The other versions of us were still there with our families. Lucifer knelt down beside her.

"See, you don't have any sisters." Kimberly sighed.

"You're right." With that she stood. "I don't have sisters. They were my cousins!" she said and flashed her hand. With that she sat straight up and gasped for air. She was surprised and relieved to be squashed in a hug with me and Dylan.

"How are you alive?" she asked.

"We were a figment of your imagination." Kimberly stood.

"First things first. The nurse. Then Lucy." Kimberly walked away from us without another word leaving us to trail behind her. She marched to the room where Sam was kept and found him still pinned to his bed while Dean was pinned against the wall and the wraith was seconds away from ending him. Dylan and I took a step to attack but Kimberly blocked us. "No. This one's mine." Dylan and I shared a look and then nodded in agreement. Dean was holding the wraith's brain drilling arm back and then snapped it off. She screamed and was quickly silenced by the flashing of Kimberly's hands. The nurse blew up. "Thanks for the upgrade. Guess blood is a little thicker than water." We were silent for the entire drive home and all I could think about was what ten more years of this would do to us. We could end up like the Halliwell's in the show and live happily ever after or we could all end up like Martin. With the amount of issues we all seem to bury, it's not that unlikely.