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"I don't think this is a good idea." Dylan spoke her mind as she paced back and forth. Kimberly ignored the incessant movement while Dean and Sam's eyes followed after Dylan.

"Well then we're in a pickle because I do and I'm sure once Sharnel gets back, she'll agree with me. Majority rules." Kimberly said as she copied the spell to call a lost witch on a loose piece of paper.

"You don't speak for her." Dylan objected to which Kimberly raised an eyebrow in response. Dean raised his hand.

"Well, I think I'm going to have to side with Kimberly on this one." Dean butted in, unknowingly easing the tension in the room. Dylan scoffed at him.

"You don't get a vote, kiss ass."

"Hey!" Sam interjected. "That's not necessary. And we're all risking our lives to fight by your side, so we do get a vote."

"Dylan, don't you think this Cadence chick expects us to come in guns blazing?" Kimberly stated, wondering why Dylan would decide to try her patience at a time like this.

"It's a trap for you in particular and you have no powers. By summoning her here, we have the upper hand, we're on our turf, our powerbase and we know what to expect." Kimberly explained.

"Damn it, no!" Dylan yelled. She became so overwhelmed with frustration that she lashed out by hitting a small trinket off the shelf. Everyone stared at her in shock. Kimberly stood up straight, Dean straightened up in his seat and Sam scrutinized her every move.

She realized that her outburst appeared threatening. With a sigh, she apologized. "I'm sorry you guys. It's just… I'm so stressed out. I mean, you have no idea what it feels like to be wiped out of creation just like that." Dylan said, snapping her fingers to make her point.

"I don't think it's safe to bring this imposter into our home because I have no powers." Sam and Dean seemed to relax a bit, but Kimberly still kept her guard.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

"I mean, this is exactly what Cadence wants. Kimberly, Sharnel and Cadence, in the manor, by the book. You guys will be handing her the chance to reconstitute the power of three and get rid of me forever!"

"We're not going to let that happen, Dylan." Kimberly assured her through gritted teeth. "She may have powers, but she is no stronger than us. It'll be two against one." Dylan sighed and let her head hang down.

"Kim-"

"Do you have a better idea?" Kimberly asked, cutting her off. Dylan just glared at the wall in response. "Didn't think so. Now, you need to trust me." Dylan nodded her head and scowled.

"Fine." Dylan walked out of the attic and leaned against the wall, listening to what was being said.

"Don't worry Kim. She's just scared." Dean said.

"Is she? She seems anything but scared. Almost suicidal actually. There's something up with her." Kimberly responded.

"Like what?" Sam asked skeptically.

"I don't know Sam. All I know is that's not Dylan. Not the Dylan that I grew up with anyway and I have half a mind to test her blood."

"Kim, we are dealing with a witch. Not a shifter." Dean objected.

"I know but-"

"No. No buts. Let's just stay focused on our plan and wait for Shar to get back."

"I don't know if I can do this Cass." I whispered. I had an athame in my hands and I tried to will my hands to stop shaking but they just wouldn't.

"You have to Sharnel." I let out a gust of air in exasperation to his blatant disregard for my humanity.

"I know that Cass, okay!" I bit out. I took a deep breath to calm myself. "I know that." I grabbed the door handle and opened the car door. Before stepping out of the car, I turned to look at him. "Why can't you do it?"

"Sharnel-"

"I am going to do it. I just need as many reasons as possible to justify it. That's all I'm asking." Castiel sighed.

"She can sense my powers. She'll put up more of a fight if she feels she is in danger and she would have to die in fear. She shouldn't have to die in battle." I nodded. Castiel didn't realize that she would be in fear no matter what, but he tried his best.

I climbed out of the vehicle and crossed the street. I placed the athame in my purse and plastered a smile on my face.

"She's not an innocent. She's already dead. She's not an innocent. She's already dead. She's not an innocent. She's already dead." I repeated to myself as I knocked on her door. I looked over my shoulder and wondered if an angel of death was looming over my shoulder, knocking on her door as well.

"In a minute!" she answered. She sounded frantic. I heard a commotion going on behind the door, but then she finally opened it. Her breath caught. "Aunt Char?" I stared at her in disbelief, wondering how she knew my name.

She must have mentally smacked herself because she smiled at me and placed her hand over her chest. "Pardon me. You are just the splitting image of my aunt Charlotte, rest her soul." I swallowed and mentally shook myself. I offered her a smile.

"That's quite alright. I'm sorry to interrupt your day." She fanned a hand at me.

"Oh nonsense. I really appreciate the visit after the day I had Miss…" she trailed off, waiting for me to fill in my name.

"Uh, Christine. My name is Christine Fields. I'm an old friend of your sister."

"Constance?" She whispered. "You know Constance?" I nodded.

Technically, it's not a lie. I met Dylan's grandmother plenty of times although I do believe the angels had it wrong. Constance is a real laugh if you don't take anything she says to heart, but she can be mean to the bone at times. And this Caitlyn seems really sweet.

She stepped aside and let me in. I looked back at the car and although I couldn't see him, I could feel Castiel's disapproving glare from a mile away. "Where are you from?" she asked.

"New York."

"Oh, the big apple. I always wanted to visit. I hear it is absolutely lovely." I chuckled.

"It's alright."

"Well, what are you doing here? Is everything okay?" I nodded a little too eagerly.

"Oh yes! I just… I just wanted to meet Constance's sister. She talks about you all the time."

"Really? We didn't end things on the best terms. You know how siblings can be." I nodded, knowing all too well how siblings could be. "Would you like something to drink?"

"No thank you. I wont take up much more of your time." She nodded and poured herself some fresh lemonade. After taking a healthy sip, she placed the glass on the counter and sighed.

"So, are you going to do it in here or in the living room?" Her voice suddenly sounded a little darker. I tensed.

"Do what?" She turned and gave me a smirk.

"Do not insult my intelligence little girl." I stood up from the seat she had offered me and watched her closely.

"Caitlyn, I don't think I know what you mean." I put my hands out in front of me just for good measure. She smirked at me and then she suddenly disappeared. It looked like she dissolved into the air. Then I felt someone behind me. She reached into my easy accessible purse and grabbed my knife. Before I could react she held it against my throat. "Damn it Cass. You could have told me she materializes!" I thought to myself.

"I do not take well to people trying to harm me. And for you to be my own flesh and blood." She trailed off and made a 'tisk' sound with her tongue. "That really stings."

I grabbed her hand and tried to pull the blade from my neck. It was pressed against my throat and it only took the slightest gulp from me to break the skin.

"Look…" I panted. "You're right. I was sent here and believe me, I wish I wasn't, but this is for the greater good." To be honest, I couldn't think of anything better to say at the moment.

"Taking innocent lives is for the greater good? Mine and the life of my unborn child!" Everything I steeled myself against was being thrown in my face. I willed myself not to cry.

"I'm sorry." She jerked me and pulled the knife against my skin. It sliced into the skin but thankfully she did not hit any veins. I gasped from the pain.

"Why do you look so much like my aunt? Did you escape certain death? Are you a ghost?" I placed both hands up in the air to show her that I was defenseless.

"We both know that I'm not a ghost. Ghosts just don't ring on your doorbell and they definitely don't bleed."

Her breathing calmed and from the close proximity, I could tell that her heartbeat was decreasing to a normal rate. Signs of belief although she still held the knife to my neck.

"I look like your aunt because she was me in a past life. It's hard to explain, but I'm from the future and I guess you could say that Charlotte has been reborn, along with Catherine and your mother Cadence."

"Then why have you come back to harm me?"

"Because the child that you are carrying gives life to a powerful darkness. She's teamed up with Lucifer and is trying to kill a charmed one. My sister."

"Liar!" Caitlyn lifted the dagger and attempted to bring it down to my chest, but I caught her wrist and pushed against it. While struggling to keep the dagger away from me, I protested.

"I'm not lying! I wish I was but the birth of your baby brings on a great evil." Caitlyn seemed to think that over for a moment and shook her head.

"No. I'm not going to let you hurt my baby. I don't care what you say or what happens in the future. You will not harm my baby!" Tears came to my eyes. I knew it was the right thing to do, but it didn't feel like it.

"Well, in that case…" I trailed off as I used my free hand to drive my elbow into her side. I grabbed her wrist and spun causing her to flip and collapse to the ground.

As she lay on her back, I kneeled down with my right knee in her throat. I once heard that if you cut off oxygen to the brain, people feel less. I wasn't sure if it was true, but I hoped so. "I'm sorry."

I raised the dagger and held it with both hands. She tried to scream for mercy as I drove it into her stomach but my knee blocked the passageway to her lungs. I twisted the blade, hoping to make it as quick as possible and then pulled it out.

I sat next to her lifeless body and pulled her into my lap. I decided to allow myself to mourn for her since no one else would. "Cass!" I called. In a flash he was by my side. I couldn't meet his eyes as I spoke. "It's over."

"Fucking good for nothing witches!" Cadence grumbled as she paced back and forth in Dylan's room, and tried to come up with a new plan. It was obvious that Kimberly was going to ruin things. Cadence couldn't cast her trust spell on us until I returned from the past and Kimberly seemed to be on the brink of catching Cadence in the act.

"I have to do something." She muttered. "I have to get rid of that stupid witch." She spat out, referring to Dylan. "But how? To kill Dylan, I'd have to use dark magic and once I invoke the darkness, the sisters' white lighter will be able to sense that I am not Dylan." She growled in frustration.

"How do I kill her without using my magic?" A knock on her door, interrupted her train of thoughts. Sam opened the door and poked his head inside.

"Is that how knocking works in this house?" she groaned with her hands on her hips. Sam chuckled.

"Yeah, well, you wouldn't know since you never knock." Cadence sighed and forced a smile.

"Is there something you wanted Sam?"

"I'm going on a popcorn run. I thought we could watch a movie or something in the meantime to take your mind off of things. Do you want me to pick up anything else?" She shook her head impatiently.

"Okay, I'll be back in a few. I'm thinking Pirates of the Carribean, but I guess you can pick since someone's trying to off you." Sam said jokingly. When she didn't smile, Sam frowned and left, but then Cadence seemed to perk up.

"Pirates, huh? Now there's an idea."

"Rosemary." Kimberly asked for it by holding out her hand. Dean handed the protection herb to Kimberly.

"Rosemary." He repeated as if checking it off on a checklist. Kimberly placed a pinch of rosemary in the mixing bowl.

"Cypress." Kimberly said. Dean took a sprig of cypress and tossed it in the bowl.

"Cypress." He repeated.

"And yarrow root." She took a yarrow root and added it to the bowl.

"Now what?" Dean asked.

"Well, we have to grind the ingredients together while we chant the spell, so as soon as Shar gets back, we'll be good to go." Kimberly answered. She flipped through the pages of the book, attempting to keep herself busy.

"I still don't get why you need to call for her though? I mean, isn't the whole point of Sharnel going back in time to wipe Cadence out of existence?"

"Yes, in theory, but Cadence is under the protection of Lucifer himself. Killing Caitlyn puts the timeline back on track, but it doesn't necessarily mean the threat will be over. We're still going to have to make sure she's gone." Dean nodded with knitted brows.

"But she won't be a relative anymore… would she even be a threat?"

"She wouldn't be a charmed one anymore, but God only knows what heat she's packing that she got from Lucifer."

"So then we should be ready for battle." Kimberly nodded.

"Which is why I'm making a vanquishing potion." Dean nodded and smirked at her. Kimberly felt his eyes on her and looked up. She gave him a puzzled smile. "What?" Dean shrugged.

"Nothing, it's just… you're really good at this you know. Way better than you give yourself credit for." Kimberly blushed and looked back to the safety of the Book of Shadows. Somehow Dean's green eyes were just a scary place to be.

"At what? Being a witch?" Dean nodded.

"Well yeah, there's that… and you're good at being the oldest. Taking the lead. You usually step back and let Sharnel and Dylan take charge, but when everything's up in the air, nothing holds you back." Kimberly tried to joke and ease the moment.

"Eh, I just tag along and freeze things." Dean shocked Kimberly by placing a finger under her chin and forcing her to look him in the eye.

"No. You don't."

"Dylan? Dylan, is that you?"

"Randy? Randy, baby, are you okay?" Dylan asked frantically. She tried several times to touch the cage bars but Cadence wasn't playing around. They zap like a bitch.

"No I'm not okay! I'm in a cage! You jumped me! What the hell!" Dylan suppressed her urge to roll her eyes.

"No, I did not jump you."

"Oh, so you have a twin now?"

"No. Randy, it's hard to explain, but trust me, I'm going to get you out of here."

"What the hell is going on?" he barked stubbornly, but his bickering was brought to a sudden halt when an almost exact replica of his girl friend appeared out of thin air.

"Honey! I'm home!" Cadence called in an "I love Lucy" tune.

"You crazy bitch! When I get out of here, I'm going to-" Cadence walked up to Dylan's cage and kneeled down in front of her.

"You'll what? Sweetie, what makes you think you're ever going to get out of that cage? You or your little boy toy."

"Leave him out of this." Dylan growled viciously.

"Why should I? I think he's kind of hot. Totally out of your league."

"Dylan…" Randy gasped. "I have to say, I'm freaking the fuck out!" he panted. Cadence laughed.

"You know for such a big ball of muscle, you sure are a little pussycat." She mocked him.

"Don't worry baby. Let me handle this." Dylan spoke. "Cadence, why don't you be a real woman and face me with no weapons or magic to hide behind." Cadence smiled.

"I could… or I could just do this." Cadence took an ancient looking athame out of her bag and used her power to bring Dylan close enough to touch. As Dylan pressed up against the bars, the zapping sensation started and Dylan screamed.

"Dylan!" Randy shouted. "Leave her alone you bitch!" Cadence took the blade and sliced Dylan against the neck with it. She was careful to only break the skin, and then she let Dylan's body collapse to the ground. She turned to Randy.

"Relax. I can't kill her, not directly anyway. But I can put a curse on her." Dylan held her throat and fought to stay conscious.

"What did you do to me?" she gasped.

"Well, you can actually thank the jolly green giant for this idea. See, he gave me the perfect way to kill you indirectly. By using this cursed dagger to merely slice you with, you will age and within the night, you'll die of old age. It's brilliant."

"Dylan? You're going to be okay baby." Randy spoke. Cadence pouted at him.

"Aw, how sweet. Here you are worrying about her, when you are going to have it worse."

"I swear to God…" Dylan said, gripping at the ground, trying to steady herself. "If you touch him."

"Why don't you look him in the eye and tell him how much you love him? You know, a lot of people wish they got to say goodbye to their loved ones before they died. Maybe you shouldn't pass this up."

Cadence waved her hand and the cage magically opened. Randy charged out and Cadence flicked her wrist and sent him into the bumpy wall. She stood over him, grabbed his neck and raised the knife. "Go on. Tell her you love her."

Tears streamed down Dylan's face before she even realized it. Randy's eyes met hers and she saw water in his eyes as well. He must have been scared if he was on the brink of tears.

"I love you Dylan." He choked out through Cadence's hand. His overbearing size would have won him the fight easily if it wasn't for Cadence's powers.

"No. Please. Don't." Dylan sobbed. Cadence smiled wickedly and drew the blade back to slash his throat, but then the knife fell. Cadence fell over and clutched her chest.

"Ah! Fuck!" she swore as she writhed in pain on the ground. Randy inched towards the knife, but Cadence was too quick. She used her telekinesis and flung Randy back into his cage. With a wave of her hand, the cage resealed itself. She fought to catch her breath.

"Fuck your sister!" she shouted at Dylan. "God! That hurt like a bitch! What the hell kind of protective amulet is this?" Cadence said as she clutched at the necklace around her neck.

"That's right. Sharnel killed your grandmother. You're dying bitch." Cadence shook her head.

"Not as long as I wear this amulet. Unfortunately it doesn't protect me from the pain. Excuse me while I go take a nap. Do me a favor. Hurry up and die." With that, Cadence blinked back to Dylan's room.

Castiel and I popped into the living room and the place looked the same. No signs of war or death.

"Guys!" I called.

"In here!" I heard Kimberly's voice from the kitchen. Castiel and I smiled at each other and I rushed off into the kitchen.

"Where's Dylan? Is she okay?"

"Yeah, she's in her room." Dean answered.

"Are you okay? Did you… you know?" Kimberly asked. I nodded and let my eyes fall to the ground. I wasn't ready to talk about that yet.

"It needed to be done." I looked around. "Where's Sam?"

"He went to the store to get Dylan some popcorn." I nodded.

"That's sweet of him." I took in the herbs and the bubbling pot around me. "So, what are you doing in here?"

"Making potions." Dean said happily as he picked up some poppy seeds and tossed them over the pot. Kimberly quickly froze the room and shook her head at Dean's frozen stature.

"He's going to be the death of me." She said with a shake of her head. She picked the poppy seeds out of the air and unfroze the room.

"Dean, are you trying to kill us?" I asked in amazement.

"Poppy seeds do not mix with certain things. That's why you only put a tiny bit." Kimberly said, putting in a pinch. Dean jumped as that tiny amount caused the pot to have a small explosion.

"It wouldn't kill you to watch a couple of Charmed episodes every now and then. We have them all." Kimberly suggested.

Dean rolled his eyes. I watched the two carefully and nodded. They were especially chummy for two people who were going through an awkward patch a minute ago.

"I'm going to check on Dylan." I said.

"Okay, wait until you see her head." I raised a brow at Kimberly's odd comment and went upstairs. As soon as I saw Dylan, however, I understood.

"Shar, you're back!"

"What the hell is that?" I asked in shock.

"What?" I stared at her hair with my mouth hanging open.

"The dead raccoon on your head." They don't call me the honest bitch for nothing. Her mouth dropped and she looked highly offended.

"It's a wig. But I like it!" I shook my head.

"No, that needs to come off. Right now." To her surprise, I grabbed her hair and gave it a yank, trying to get the wig off, but it didn't budge. I didn't feel the wig. I felt her scalp. She gave me dagger eyes and all I could think was uh-oh.

"Bitch!" she shouted as she flung me into and through Dylan's door. Hearing the commotion, Kimberly and Dean rushed up the stairs to find me laying in rubble in front of Dylan's room. "How dare you! My hair is unique! It's called individuality and a rejection of conformity!"

"I told you that wasn't my sister!" Kimberly shouted as she and Dean helped me up.

"Duly noted!" Dean yelled back. Cadence growled and dug in her pocket for her spell.

"Sibling rivalry comes to an end,
as you open your heart to a new friend." Cadence began chanting.

"What is she doing?" I asked sounding fuzzy as if I had a concussion, which was more than likely.

"She's casting a spell." Kimberly answered.

"From this moment the trust you lack,
is given-" Kimberly blew Cadence up and sent her flying back into Dylan's room.

"She was supposed to blow up! Why didn't she blow up?" Dean panicked. The two got me down the stairs and lay me on the sofa.

"Stay here." Kimberly said as she made her way back up the stairs. Kimberly looked into Dylan's room and was astonished. "She's gone!" she yelled as she ran back down.

Suddenly, Cadence blinked next to Dean. She waved a hand and sent both him and Kimberly flying. Dean crashed into the wall and Kimberly crashed into the glass cabinet.

"The two of you will cooperate or you will all die!" Cadence shouted. She raised her hand at me, but then two loud gun shots sounded throughout the house. Blood poured from Cadence's wound. She touched it and winced in pain before blinking out of the manor. Sam was by my side before I even made sense of what happened.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked. I nodded.

"Yeah, just a concussion, but Kimberly is hurt bad. Dean may be unconscious too."

Sam helped me to my feet and we went over to check on our roommates. As I suspected, Kimberly had the worst injury. Blood leaked from her ear and her pulse felt weak. Sam carried her to the couch.

"We need Cody." I proposed frantically. Sam shook his head.

"No. She doesn't want Cody's help right now. She'd be pissed if you called him." I shrugged.

"So, she could be pissed at me. At least she'd be alive." Sam shook his head.

"Call Cass."

"No Sam. Cass used up his power to time travel. He has to recharge. We need a white lighter and we need one now."

I went over to check on Dean and he was okay. He was just knocked out which was fine with me. I didn't need him and Cody arguing about Kimberly's safety.

"There's one other white lighter we know." I raised a brow in confusion.

"Who?" Sam gave me an apologetic look as if that spoke wonders to me.

"Sam, Kim's dying by the minute and I just had a good amount of brain cells knocked out of me so I don't care. Just fix my sister while I go try to find the other one."

I'm pretty sure I'd be much more panicked if it wasn't for the supersized migraine and my intense need to sleep at the moment. I went in Dylan's now trashed room and got one of her brushes. Taking out a few strands of hair, I began to scry for her location.

I was shocked when I heard Kimberly's voice in the doorway to the attic. Not because she was okay, but because of who was with her.

"You wont find her that way." Kimberly said. I looked up to find Kimberly standing next to Jessica.

"Good to see you alive." I said distracted.

"You too." Kimberly spoke.

"Jessica, I take it you saved Kim's life… thanks." Jess smiled at me.

"Yeah… actually, I could probably heal that bump on your head too. You may have a concussion." She made her way over to me, but I took a step back.

"That's okay. I'm not going to sleep tonight anyway." Jessica nodded in understanding.

"Right… well, if you guys don't need me-"

"Actually, we do." Kimberly said to my surprise. I raised my brows in shock, but managed to stop myself from saying 'we do' in a surprised voice. "Dylan is probably being held captive in Cadence's lair and we need a ride to the underworld." Jessica sighed.

"Look, I don't want to step on anyone's toes and you do have a white lighter. I have my own charges-"

"Please." Kimberly begged. Her voice sounded so heartbroken and defeated, the coldest person in the world would have to rethink some things.

"She's my baby sister and I knew something was wrong and still I did nothing. Do you know how that makes me feel? I just want her back. Please." I walked over to Kimberly and put an arm around her shoulder. Saving Dylan was 10 times more important than my pride.

"Please Jess. Help us?" I added. Jess looked at us and nodded.

"Okay, fine. But how are we going to find her lair. Isn't it cloaked?"

"Definitely. But we have more than enough potions to torture it out of demons." Kimberly responded.

After packing up our potions and mortifying Sam with the fact that his girlfriend and ex were going demon hunting together (his face was absolutely priceless), we were off to the underworld. It took far less time to squeeze out the lairs location than we thought. It was so easy that we assumed it was a trap. We were right.

"Dylan!" Kimberly called out in relief when she saw her sister passed out in a cage. We rushed over, but before we could get there, 10 demons shimmered in.

"Not so fast ladies." A demon said before they all put fireballs in their hands. Maybe it was determination or maybe it was skill, but we blew past the threats and made it to our sister in no time.

"Dylan! We're here!" I said cheerfully.

Kimberly blew up the cage door and I climbed in to wake her, only when I rolled her over, what should have been a young woman in her early 20's, was actually, an 80 something year old.

Touching her gave me a flash and I saw everything. Cadence cutting her with the cursed athame and Dylan aging. Kimberly blew Randy's cage open and helped him up. Once he came to, he rushed to Dylan's side.

"You ladies aren't CIA agents after all, huh?" he said as he scooped Dylan up into his arms.

"All that matters is that Dylan loves you and we are going to fix this so you can have her back. You guys can discuss that later." I told him. The normally stubborn man did not defy my orders even slightly.

"Jessica, can you heal her?" Kimberly asked.

"No. I can't heal aging, even if it's from magic."

"The fountain of youth." I said.

"Huh?" Kimberly asked.

"I saw everything. Cadence stole the cursed knife from pirates. Does that ring any bells Kim?" Kimberly's mouth dropped.

"You don't actually think that we're going to have to…" she trailed off. I shrugged.

"Better start searching for a golden chalice." Kimberly growled.

"Oh, I hope Cadence isn't dead. She's got a WORLD of pain in store for her."