AUTHOR'S NOTE: So, maybe two in one day will make up for the long gap in between. Anyway, I appreciate all the support and reviews are always welcomed.

"So, what time is this new white lighter supposed to get here?" Dylan called from the shower. Kimberly, who was brushing her teeth, spat out the toothpaste and answered.

"Twelve."

"Then where is Shar? It's already 11:30."

"She's on her way. The hotel is only a 15 minute drive from here." After the big blow out with Sam and Jessica, I tried to tolerate Sam's presence in my home, but he refused to give me my space. It got to the point where one of us had to leave, so to avoid the drama, I packed a bag and left in the middle of the night. I had been staying at a nearby hotel for a month, only coming home for demon battles and such.

"Guys?" I called when I walked into the manor.

"Up here!" Kimberly called back. I made it 5 minutes before the hour.

"Hey girlie." I greeted my sister. "Where's Dylan?"

"She's getting dressed." I placed my bag down and sat on her bed.

"And your boyfriend?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

"I really wish you wouldn't call him that."

"Why not? You've been spending a majority of your time with him since Cody."

"As friends!"

"Friends who kiss?" I asked skeptically.

"Look, I am not rushing into any commitments. Dean and I are just… hanging out." I rolled my eyes at her but refrained from commenting. "Anyway, he and his brother are on a case in Minnesota, as promised." I gave a small smile that didn't quite reach my eyes. "How are you?" Kimberly asked, picking up on my emotionless expression. I let out a sigh and shrugged.

"I'm not… great, but I'll live. Sam has only popped up at my door once since I left, and the phone calls have died down." Dylan walked in, fully dressed and took a seat next to me, placing a hand over mine in a silent greeting so that she wouldn't interrupt the conversation.

"Do you miss him?" Kimberly asked.

"Yeah… I miss what we had."

"Do you want him back?" Dylan asked. I let out a rough breath with wide eyes.

"Yeah, a part of me does, but I've cried too many tears since that day to let him back into my heart."

"Well, I think it's still possible." Kimberly said. I smiled at her in shock, seeing how both she and Dylan wanted him dead in the beginning. "I've heard you rip people apart for a lot less, but even now, the way you speak of him… 'Yes, I miss him. Yes, a part of me wants him back.' It sounds like he has a better chance than any other guy would in his position." I didn't know how to respond to that, but luckily I didn't have to.

"Hello?" we heard called through the manor from downstairs.

"Upstairs!" we answered in unison. We all lined up in the hallway.

"I hope he's not a dick." Dylan whispered.

"I hope he's not hot." Kimberly whispered back causing all of us to giggle. When he turned the corner, however, all of us were in shock.

"Uh, I hope he's not gay." I muttered. The blonde, 6 foot only God knows what, Adonis, smiled and all I heard was Kimberly whisper 'crap', next to me.

"Hello ladies. I'm Eric. Eric Northman."

The four of us gathered around the Book of Shadows as Eric leafed through the pages.

"So, how long have you been a white lighter?" Kimberly asked.

"Since the Great Depression."

"Oh. Which means that you lived in the 20s. Did you like it, you know, before the stock market crashed?" I asked, always being fascinated by that decade.

"Well, the oppression sucked ass but the sneaking around was fun. Going to speakeasies, getting liquor, under the table of course, and mixing with the colored girls. All very scandalous, unspeakable things." The three of us girls smiled at each other.

"So, how did you become a white lighter?" Dylan asked.

"I gave my life to save a large group of innocents, including a witch who I was very much in love with."

"Did you know she was a witch?" I asked. Eric shook his head.

"No. Not until after I died. She was afraid to tell me, because she thought I'd turn on her. She was African American, so she assumed that her being a witch as well, would just be too much for me to handle. That night, we were at the speakeasy, where she sang, and a group of regulars came bursting in. After the stock market crashed, they lost all of their money, and they blamed the speakeasy, claiming that their money was stolen by 'this sinful place'."

"So what happened?" Kimberly asked.

"They threatened to burn the place down, but only after all the whites vacated the premises. I couldn't let that happen, so I attacked them, giving everyone time to escape. I told my lover to run and I'd be right behind her, but I was shot in the back and they burned the place down with me."

"Oh my God." I gasped. Eric shrugged.

"Yeah, well, it's over now. She made it, and so did I. That actually has something to do with why I was chosen to be your white lighter."

"What do you mean?" Kimberly asked.

"The witch that I saved was your ancestor, which allowed the charmed ones to come to be."

"Wow, what's her name? We may have heard of her." Eric looked at me and smiled.

"Her name was Charlotte. Charlotte Warren." Dylan and Kimberly had wide eyes as they stared at me in shock.

"But that's…" I trailed off, immediately feeling awkward. I just thought he was hot. I didn't need all this extra past love from a past life crap. "Well… this is awkward." Eric chuckled and shook his head.

"Don't worry, we'll keep things strictly professional. I take my job very seriously." He said with a wink. "How dare you say you take your job seriously, and in the same breath, wink at me!" I shouted in my head. I worriedly looked to my sisters for help, who only smiled at me.

"Okay, then let's get down to business." I spoke quickly. "We haven't been able to get any answers from the elders about my new power since Cody got the boot."

"What's your question?"

"My question is, where the hell did it come from? I'm not Prue. I'm not going to die. I'm not going to die, am I?"

"No, you're not going to die. Calm down. You were meant to have this power."

"But, I get premonitions. I move my body ten feet into the air. What's the connection?"

"Your psychic ability. You can see the future in your mind. You can move yourself with your mind. And now, you can move other things with your mind."

"But we already have a sister who can do that." Kimberly pointed out.

"Yes, but there is a subtle difference between Dylan's power and Sharnel's power. Dylan can teleport things including herself within the blink of an eye, while Sharnel actually has to help something travel from one destination to another."

"O…kay. So, does that mean, I'm going to get astral projection too?" I asked.

"No, that will actually go to Kimberly." Kimberly looked up in shock.

"What? Why?"

"Because, you have the ability to manipulate particles. You can slow them down to the point of freezing, speed them up to the point of exploding and now duplicate them."

"Okay, I'm getting a headache." Kimberly said and took a seat.

"To make things simple, the charmed ones were supposed to get Prue's powers at some point, but since none of you are destined to die and be replaced, and Dylan can already glamour herself and move things around, you two split Prue's powers. Is that a better explanation?" Kimberly and I looked at each other and nodded.

"Yeah, that works." Eric rolled his eyes with a smirk. Kimberly's phone rang, interrupting the moment. She saw that it was Sam, so she stepped out into the hall to pick up.

"Hey, how's it going?" she asked. She heard Sam sigh into the phone.

"Not well. Dean upped and disappeared, leaving a goodbye note for us." Kimberly's brows furrowed together in worry.

"What?"

"He's going to say yes to Michael."

"I don't get it. I thought you guys were just going to hunt some regular demons in Minnesota. You know, clear your minds from the fact that hunters broke in our house and shot you?!"

"I know, and we did, but the case was bigger than we thought. We fought the Whore of Babylon." Kimberly let out a quick aggravated breath.

"What the hell does that mean?"

"She's basically a demonic creature that tricks people into deadly sins to condemn them to Hell. This one made everyone think that they were chosen by God and that they were going to be saved. Dean, for some reason, bought into it, and when he found out it was all crap, he took off." Kimberly rubbed her temple, trying to soothe her migraine.

"Okay, well do you know where he is?"

"Yes, but I'm going to need your help."

"We're on our way."

When we arrived at the motel that Dean was squatting in, we met Sam outside the building. Kimberly rushed up to him and hugged him.

"I'm glad you're okay. We're going to save Dean from his own stupidity." Kimberly said to him. Sam nodded and chanced a glance at me.

"Hi." He spoke. I gave him a small smile but didn't answer.

"Thanks for the lift Eric, but you should probably go." I said.

"Okay, let me know if I have to heal anyone." He spoke before grabbing my hand and gently kissing it. I smiled at him and shook my head, knowing that he did that on purpose.

"Okay, let's get this idjit." Dylan said, breaking the tension after Eric orbed out.

"Sending someone a candy-gram?" Sam asked as we filed into Dean's room. He looked up through his mirror, mid-swig and turned around in shock.

"What, did you scry for me or something?" Dean asked Kimberly.

"I didn't have to." She spoke firmly.

"You were going to kill yourself, right? It's not too hard to figure out the stops on the farewell tour." Said an agitated Sam.

"I'm not going to kill myself." Dean objected weakly.

"No? So, Michael's not about to make you his muppet?" Dean took a swig of his whiskey, not wanting to hear Sam's smartass remarks. "What the hell, man? This is how it ends? You just… walk out?" Dean went to refill his glass.

"Yeah, I guess."

"How could you do that?" Sam asked. His voice sounded like he was breaking apart before our very eyes.

"How could I?" Dean asked, taking the offensive. "All you've ever done was runaway!" he reminded his little brother. Before Sam could open his mouth, the slam of the room door shifted everyone's focus. Kimberly had left, not being able to listen to the crap that she was hearing any longer.

"God, what is the matter with you Winchesters?" I said suddenly, bringing all eyes to me. "Do you ever think about anyone else but yourself!?"

"You think I'm doing this for me?!" Dean yelled.

"Yes! Because you're too much of a coward to risk failing. So, instead of giving it your best shot, you're giving up and forfeiting. You have been just waiting for the chance to be with Kimberly. And when your chance is finally here, you just want to check out!? Are you serious?"

"I'm doing this for her! I'm doing it for all of you! So, that you don't have to die, fighting our battles. Cleaning up the mess that we made!"

"Well tough!" Dylan screamed. "You don't get to make these executive decisions! You're not the boss of us! And if you do this, you'll only be leaving an even bigger mess behind!"

"You just don't get it, do you! It ends with me!"

"Why? Because the angels say so?" Sam interjected. "Yeah, because they've proven to be such a trustworthy bunch."

"You can't stop me." Dean finally says. Sam couldn't help but let out a humorous laugh.

"Are you... out of your FUCKING MIND?! Even if you make it through me, you've still got three charmed ones to deal with, and if by some miracle, you ninja past them, we've got back up."

"Who? Bobby?" Dean asked skeptically. Sam smirked and gestured for Dean to turn around. When he did, Castiel placed two fingers on his head and knocked him out cold.

When Dean awoke, he was in Bobby's safe room alone.

"Fuck." He swore. He went to the iron door and knocked on it. "Come on, let me out of here." The sliding peep hole slid open and Dean saw a pissed off Kimberly.

"Oh, I will." She opened the door, but stepped in his way. "But not yet." Placing a hand on his chest, she pushed him back into the room, as she locked them both inside.

"What, are you going to yell at me too?" Dean said, going back to his sarcastic asshole default. Kimberly gave him a fake smile before punching him in the jaw. Dean held his jaw and looked at her in shock.

"I read my goodbye letter." She spoke coldly. "How dare you say all those things to me in a letter! And then try to off yourself!?"

"If Michael won, I'd most likely survive." Once again, Kimberly punched Dean, this time in the shoulder.

"Damn it, woman!" he said, holding his arm. Kimberly surprised Dean by swinging him against the wall and pulling his face down for a breathtaking kiss. Even if she temporarily thwarted his plans, he wasn't going to reject this moment. He picked her up, quickly wrapping her legs around his waist and made his way to the one small bed in the safe room. Kimberly pushed Dean down on his back as she kissed him feverishly, making her way down to his neck. She ground her pelvis against him, causing him to groan as he grew against her. She ripped his shirt open and made her way down his chest, kissing and biting along the way.

"Do you want it?" she breathed against his happy trail.

"Yes." He spoke in a gruff voice. She giggled and froze him. "Well, not to day asshole." She said as she fixed herself and walked out of the room. "That'll teach you to try and kill yourself."

"What we need to do, is just try vanquishing him. Charmed Ones style." Kimberly heard me suggest as she made her way into Bobby's library.

"That's a last resort. If you give it your best shot and it doesn't work, he will kill you." Sam objected.

"What does that matter? The next attempt we make on Lucifer's life will probably be our last no matter how we try."

"Shar's right." Dylan said, defending me. "God, himself, has washed his hands of this whole thing. It's up to us. And you guys came to us for help, so let us try to help you, the best way we know how!"

"Well, if you're doing that, we're going with you." Bobby demanded.

"You can't. If we do succeed, the blast alone, will kill you. It may even kill us, and we're the Charmed Ones."

"You guys can't be there." Kimberly spoke.

"Well then you're not doing it!" Sam spoke back.

"Sam, you don't really get a choice." I said softly. He glared at me.

"Oh, so Dean's not allowed to sacrifice himself because Kimberly's in love with him, but I don't get to object when the woman that I love volunteers herself for a suicide mission?!" I sighed.

"Can we not do this now?" I asked in annoyance.

"Well, when the hell else are we going to do this, huh Shar? I mean, you won't pick up my phone calls! You basically moved out of the house, just so we don't ever do this!" Sam yelled, gesturing between the two of us.

"Yeah, well your brother's trying to offer up his ass to be Michael's little jail bitch! So now, is not, the time!" Bobby slammed his book down on his desk, got up from his seat and walked over to us, grabbing Sam and I by an arm.

"I'll be right back. You two, continue trying to come up with something while I deal with these two idjits." he said to Kimberly and Dylan.

"Why am I an idjit?" I asked defensively. Bobby ignored me, until we were outside in front of his car. "Here." He said, dropping the keys in Sam's hand. "I need more books. Go to the book store and see what I'm missing on Lucifer." Sam and I looked at each other skeptically.

"But-" I tried.

"You two need to learn to work together again. So go! And don't come back until you figure it out."

The car ride was tense and silent for a while.

"This is all your fault." I said, finally breaking the silence. I was staring out the window so I was shocked when Sam pulled over. He climbed out of the car, but I refused to move. He came around to my side and opened my door.

"Get out." He ordered. I rolled my eyes and climbed out.

"Always the gentleman, I see." I said sarcastically.

"This is our fault. Not just mine." I raised a brow.

"Are you serious? You cheated on me!"

"Yes, which I've apologized a thousand times for! But you're the one who cut me out completely and left. You moved out!"

"It was either that or throw you out on your ass! And I didn't want to fuck up my good karma by making you a hobo again!" Sam chuckled humorlessly and took a step back.

"I just want us to get past this!"

"No, that's what I want. You want to constantly bring it up!" I yelled.

"I want us to talk about it, and deal with it, like mature adults. That's the only way we can really put this whole thing behind us."

"A mature adult wouldn't kiss someone else and then tell his girlfriend he loves her five seconds later! Nor would he lie about it to her face when she gives him a chance to come clean!"

"I'M SORRY! But God, even if you don't forgive me, you need to deal with the fact that we have to work together! We have to speak to each other! I mean, if you're trying to make me suffer, well, I am suffering from the guilt! You don't have to add the silent treatment to punish me." I looked at Sam incredulously, amazed that he still didn't get it.

"You think I stopped speaking to you to punish you? Sam, if I was trying to punish you, I'd be living in that house, going on dates, having wild and loud sex night after night! But I'm not, am I? I'm not partying and having one night stands. I left because I couldn't take it! You hurt me so much that I couldn't face you any longer. You broke my heart, Sam. And I will be damned if you stand here and make yourself the victim when I'm the one that's dying inside, missing you EVERY NIGHT!" I screamed. Tears fell free and I turned my back to him, not wanting him to see. Instinctively, he reached out for me, wrapping his arms around me. I took comfort only for a few seconds to pull myself together before stepping back, but when I tried to step back, Sam palmed my face and kissed me. It was as if, the raw edges from the hole that was left inside my chest was being tweaked and pulled. I pushed him away from me and wiped off my mouth. "You need to accept the fact that you broke us and that I will never be able to trust you again. If you can deal with that, then I will come back home. And we'll all figure out a way to stop Lucifer and that'll be the end of it. Can you handle just being two roommates who work together and nothing more?" Sam felt his heart throbbing as he listened to me. He didn't want to agree, but what other choice did he have. Let his brother say yes to Michael? Obviously, that's not an option. He nodded silently and rubbed at his eyes, stopping his tears from falling. "Okay, then let's go to the book store."