"That had to be the most boring party I ever been to."

"It wasn't so bad, I saw the most beautiful woman there." The guy teased, holding his wife.

"You should have took her home." Janet Dutton teases back.

"I already did." They started kissing.

Janet reluctantly pulls away. She had to brush her teeth, she worked as a dentist and knew how important dental hygiene was. She did take off her dress, smiling at her husband's lustful gaze.

"I'm going to freshen up."

"I'll be waiting."

Unknown to them, a unhinged woman was waiting to perform her spell. She had Janet's toothbrush in her hands.

Janet starts getting ready for bed, she had no idea the danger she was in.

"Echran maden fiéré, fiahohshshee shé morelon." The woman lights the candle as she starts to chant.

Janet finishes taking off her jewelry.

"Marc oh don."

Janet opens her new toothbrush. She wondered what happened to her toothbrush this morning, but she didn't think much of it.

"Einder bolic."

The woman opens up her cloth with Janet's old toothbrush in it. She places it on her dark altar. She repeats her first chant, the spell needed to be said exact, or or hex won't work. She then takes her athame and cuts her hand. It hurt, but not as much as her broken heart. Fuck Paul. He deserved to see how much he hurt her. Her blood drips into Janet's used toothbrush.

"Marc oh don duer kianave kihér tolic einder bolic."

The woman chants, her various dark occult objects spread across her table. She was glad she spent the money on these things, shame about her pet rabbit. Oh well. Better dying here than at the pet store she bought him at this morning.

"Duer kianave kihér."

Janet was brushing when she felt something loose. She looks down in disbelief.

"Oh. God." Her tooth came off. Then a minute later, she feels another tooth. "What the..." She gasps as she starts spitting up teeth. Terrified she calls for her husband.

The woman chants, her spell was almost complete.

"Echran, muk madan, fiéré fiah, ohshee, einder bolic."

Janet screams as she cries for her husband, she was bleeding heavily as she continues to spit out all of her teeth. The door slams and locks in Paul's face as Janet continues to scream.

The woman had one final chant. She stabs Janet's toothbrush.

"Einder bolic. Argh!" Take that Paul.

Paul was about to kick the door down, just as the door mysteriously opens. He walks in horrified and devastated at seeing his wife's body. He called 911, but he knew it was too late.

Ellie Garcia, former Cassity Ranch hand was somewhere in Florida with her mom drinking ice tea. She was nervously looking outside, she kept hearing growls.

"Ellie honey? What are you looking at?" Her mom asks as they eat dinner.

"Just checking. I thought I heard growls." Ellie was scared. She heard howls and barks these last few days. Dean said her hellhound was dead, but Ellie kept goofer dust on her at all times.

"There's no trees around here, except palms. Wolves, and coyotes are rare down here." Her mom tells her. "Besides, I have a gun. I don't need a dog to protect us."

"Thank goodness." Ellie talked her mom out of getting a dog. She used to like dogs, until that weekend. She shuddered at her employer's death. She managed to escape thanks to Adam, Dean and Sam. Dean told her the Gates of Hell were closing, even with her contract, she can avoid her deal. She continued eating till she saw her mom's face. Oh god. The growls were outside her door. She jumped up and started digging through her bag. Her mom was wondering what the heck was her daughter doing. Especially when she started pouring black ash all over the doors and windows.

"Ellie! What's going on?!"

"Mom! Get in the circle!" Ellie screams. The hellhounds, they were about to break in.

"What?"

"They are almost inside. Get in!" She pulls her mom inside her circle.

"Ellie what's going on?"

"Hellhounds. The black dogs. They are almost here."

"Hellhounds? Dogs? I don't hear anything."

Ellie was going to say something else, till the dogs broke in. Her mom screamed as her daughter shivered and died screaming. There was so much blood.

Sam and Dean were on the road to Colorado when Dean's phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hey babe."

"How's things at home?" Dean asks his wife.

Sam smiled as Dean and Jenna talked. Sam already talked to Piper, she said she had a case. She was just waiting for Paige. Sam and Dean were on their way to Colorado to help Adam.

"Really? Oh that's great! The money should help us. Us? Sam and I will be back in no time. Keep the place homey. Remember if you get in trouble, call any of the hunters nearby. OK. See you later, bye."

"No I love you?" Sam teased Dean.

"She knows. Besides that is private." Dean hated expressing his feelings. He rather show Jenna, not tell her.

"Fine. Colorado, how much longer?"

"About ten hours." They had a long drive, they were currently in Oklahoma. They just finished a case, it was weird. They had a case about deadly bugs in Oasis Springs years ago. It wasn't the boy's favorite case, it was something both disliked. Those homes were abandoned due to the land curse.

Their original plans were to drive straight to Colorado, leaving any cases to other hunters. But they got a call from Matthew Pike. Matthew was now a grown man, but called Sam and Dean about seeing bugs in the former housing neighbourhood. He said he didn't want anyone else entering those houses, but squatters were living there. Sam asked how long they were living there, Matt said four days. He was terrified about entering those grounds, but he felt a moral obligation to get those people out of there.

Sam and Dean discussed it. They had their mission, but Matt needed help. Sam couldn't use his magic, he wasn't feeling so great. So they drove. It took them a day to get there, good thing traffic wasn't too bad. Sam and Dean made it to the place Matthew sent them to.

Sure enough, there was squatters there. Even with Sam and Dean showing off their badges and threatening arrests, the squatters refused to leave. They were planning on just knocking everyone out with sleeping powder and dropping them off at various homeless shelters when they saw a bug. Usually that wouldn't bother anyone, but Sam and Dean knew about the cursed land. Then they saw the cloud of bugs. The squatters looked up and screamed.

"Get in the car!" Sam demanded. There were six people, but all eight squeezed inside the Impala.

"Go, go go!" Sam ordered. No way in hell they were sticking around. Dean drove out like a bat out of hell. Luckily the bugs didn't follow them, but Sam wondered. It wasn't the sixth night, plus it was daytime. Once they dropped off the squatters in another town, they waited a day before they went back. This time they were burning down the housing complex.

Once they doubled checked for more people, they pored gasoline on every house. They lit them on fire, deterring others from coming inside.

"It wasn't the sixth night." Dean mused.

"Maybe the curse is changing." Their thoughts were interrupted by a phone call.

"Hello?"

"Is this Dean?"

"Who the hell is this?"

"Just a friend. My condolences."

"How did you get this number?"

The voice laughed.

"My name is not important. I sent you a article. Open your attachment."

Dean suspicious opens up his messages.

Woman Dead From Animal Attack

When Dean and Sam read the name, they were in disbelief. Their former charge Ellie was dead. According to the article, she died from a vicious animal attack. However, her mom swore her daughter and her were alone. Other than a black dust everywhere, there was no signs of a break in. Her mom was being held on suspicious manslaughter charges, there were no animal fur or prints in her home.

"Sorry about your friend."

"I'm hanging up."

"Before you do, did you enjoy your bugs? Had to keep you busy while my hounds were collecting Ms Garcia's debt."

"You son of a bitch." The voice laughed.

"Anyways, stop this silly case of shutting the Gates. If you don't, more people will die. By the way, don't bother tracing this number. I have spoofs and magic protecting it. Besides, this is just one of millions I'm using." The voice laughs as he hangs up.

Dean angrily hangs up. Sam saw him clenching his phone.

"No way I am stopping. We are so close." Dean felt bad for Ellie, but she should have known better. Hopefully the Soul Trader got her out of there.

Agent Malinon, and Agent Rzeznic of the CDC (Center of Disease Control) were interviewing Paul Dutton who was devastated by his wife's death.

"She was so scared. The police and medical examiner cannot explain it. Her teeth, they just fell out."

Phoebe pretended to write it down. Bored, she waited for her sister. This is what Sam and Dean do? Boorriirrinng.

Piper was checking out the bathroom. She already knew what she was looking for. She checked for anything unusual.

"Gotcha." She looked at the hex bag. Once she came out of the bathroom, she showed Phoebe.

"Thank you for your time."

"Amateurs. A hex bag? Really?" Phoebe was rolling her eyes as they walked towards their rented car.

"Must be a baby witch. A real witch wouldn't bother with toys like this." They were looking at the contents. "Where's the cursed coin, the charred baby bones? What do you think?" Piper asked as they pulled away.

"Normally I don't care, but this witch must be as stopped. If this gets out, the Salem Witch Trails will begin again. But this time worldwide."

Both Piper and Phoebe were on a case. Usually Sam and Dean would be both on it, but they had something bigger to do. So Piper and Phoebe were on it. Paige called them about the attack in Scared Meadows, she said there was a coven that were working with the terrorists. She said she didn't want to leave, she was scared for the innocents inside.

"Well, did you find out who wanted Janet Dutton dead?"

"The hell should I know?'' Piper was irritated. "I should be home with my husband. Instead I'm doing a case." Piper, despite being a warlock, was looking forward to having a normal life. "I should be in my home in Kansas."

"Quit complaining. Once we kill these pretenders, we can have a normal life again."

They drive away.

Elizabeth Higgins was tending to her garden. It was early spring, Sturbridge Massachusetts was chilly this time of year. Needless to say, her herb garden was blooming, her herbs were ready to be harvested. She was pleased with the results, however, she couldn't help but wonder if things were too good to be true. She saw her neighbour, and best friend Amanda Burns pull up. She was curious why Amanda didn't show up to Book Club.

"Amanda! Hey Amanda!" Elizabeth called. Why was Amanda ignoring her? Amanda usually waved back.

Amanda's mind was in another place. She was too busy figuring out how to get Paul back. His punishment had to be more brutal. When she heard her name, she looked over at her friend who was looking up.

"Elizabeth! Hey. Sorry, I just have a million things on my mind." She said walking towards her home.

"Sweetie, are you okay?" Elizabeth was worried about her friend. She knew about Paul Dutton's affair with Amanda, and how devastated she was when Paul ended it. It had been weeks, and even with girl talk, Netfilm, and plenty of Rocky Road, Amanda was still upset. "You didn't come to Book Club last night."

"Yeah. Sorry. I was gonna call, just things are kinda busy right now." Amanda was in a hurry. She wasn't looking forward to cleaning her oven, but Paul's final meal was inside. She saw Elizabeth's worried expression. Hopefully, she didn't figure things out. "I'm fine. Really. I'll call you later."

Elizabeth just watches her go in.

Amanda takes out her rotting chicken. Flies, maggots and worms were all over it. Perfect. Paul deserved everything coming to him.

Paul Dutton was just sitting somewhere eating a burger. He didn't feel like cooking, or staying at his home. Janet's death still haunted him. He knew he couldn't live there anymore, especially since there may be a deadly disease inside. That is why he hired professional cleaners to clean it. He was currently staying at his sister's, he was planning to leave town. Especially since he had so many hang up calls and letters from his ex. He turned on his radio, Poison's "Every Rose Has its Thorns" was playing.

Amanda put down her rotting chicken. She knew where Paul was, she installed a GPS in his car. No matter where he was, Amanda was one step ahead. She picked up her athame. Good thing she bought it online. She started chanting.

"Echranmuk madan fiéré marc oh don." Amanda chants as she places Paul's watch on the dark altar. This watch, it was Janet's present to Paul on their anniversary. Oh well. She figured it would be poetic. "Duer kianave kihér tolic einder bolic marc oh don duer kianave." She holds up her blade. "This dinner was cooked for you Paul Arthur Dutton." She stabs the rotting food. "Now you are gonna eat it." She said with malice.

Paul takes another bite. The radio starts playing another song, odd, especially since the station didn't change. "I Put a Spell on You" by Screamin' Jay Hawkins starts to play. He puts down his burger, unaware there was maggots inside. He turns off the radio. He wasn't in the mood. He took another bite.

Both Halliwell woman were around the corner watching Paul. Piper yawned. Phoebe was checking out her socials.

"How much do you wanna bet before he croaks?" Piper asks.

"I don't know? Five bucks?" They been following him since this afternoon. Good thing they hacked Paul's GPS. "Check this out. There was a massive fire in Oklahoma. Looks like your hubby solved that bug case."

"How about ten?" She turned her car key. She didn't care less about Paul, but realized she needed him to track down that witch.

"We saving that guy? Why?"

"We need him to track down the witch." Piper saw him choking.

Amanda jumped when her chicken exploded. She was about to end Paul's life. Once she heard the whispers, she knew it was over.

Blue Earth, Minnesota

They got another text. The address Sam got, it was in a church. They hurriedly drove, they had to save Pastor Gideon. Once they got there, both were sickened to see both the pastor and his wife, Sheryl, Dean's former crush, impaled together with a large branch. The smell. Ugh. Both men had to cover their noses. This church, it had been abandoned for years, it was boarded up when they pulled up. It was the site where "Leah" the Whore of Babylon gave her sermons. Due to the smell, they must have been dead for two weeks.

"Dammit!" Dean swore.

"I just got that text last night. Why are they dead?" Sam was looking at their bodies.

"Demons Sam. We got to get our asses to Colorado." He smelled the air, trying hard to smell sulfur. There was none. Whoever these demons were, they were through. He saw Sam making some phone calls. "Who are you calling?"

"Gideon's house. If there is demons, those kids are in danger. I'm going to take a drive, and call some local hunters. Just in case."

While Sam was talking on his phone, Dean got another phone call. It said blocked number.

"The hell are you doing? Pastor Gideon had nothing to do with you!"

"Isn't it obvious? I'm killing everyone you ever saved. Besides, that Pastor was on my list for months. He kept blocking my plans to get those souls. I had to get rid of him." The voice laughs. Back then 'Leah,' wanted to collect everyone for Hell. That was as close as Sam and Dean got to losing. Thankfully, Dean killed that bitch. "I'm killing everyone you ever saved, damsels in distress, innocents, heroes, your family, your friends, Jenna." Dean's blood went cold.

"You lay one hand on her..."

"You have twelve hours. Get going."

Sam was talking on the cell when Dean when he ran out.

"Dean! Dean!"

Dean had tears in his eyes. He had to hurry, he tried calling, the phone number said out of service.

"My wife."

"Lets go." Dean hurriedly speeds off.

Both Phoebe and Piper were looking at Amanda's dead body. Piper was staring coldly at her body, Phoebe was blowing a bubble from her gum.

"Cool." Phoebe's bubble popped. "Suicide for her dark Lord? News flash, Lucifer doesn't give a shit."

Piper lifted up her wrists. Three lines, both wrists. Good thing they were wearing gloves.

"This was no suicide." She saw the dark paraphernalia.

"Witches yanking on other witches? A coven all right." Phoebe heard the stories from Rowena. The lucky ones were thrown out, other members were killed or sacrificed for their spells.

Piper looked up. A dead rabbit with its teeth pulled out.

"This is pathetic." She looked at the book Amanda was reading. The so called 'Book of Shadows' was beside her body. She picked up the handwritten copy. It was a copy of a copy, the original was passed along throughout the centuries, it was lost over time. No one, not even Rowena was able to track it down.

"What do you want to do with her?" Phoebe asked popping her bubble.

"For starters, swallow that stupid gum. You are getting annoying." Piper said in a grouchy voice. Neither woman were picking up their phones, they didn't want to be disturbed.

"Fine." Phoebe swallows. "You taking the Book? Smart." She knew they had to destroy it, can't have any wannabe witches running around.

Piper called the authorities. She didn't give a rats ass about Amanda, but drawing attention to her death can draw out the coven. She checked underneath the coffee table. Hex bag.

"Lets get outta here."

Agent Murphy watches the sisters as they drove away. He was already planning on telling the police it was a suicide, but he went to check out the body of Amanda Burns.

Ron Van Allen was putting on his jacket. He knew when his wife showed up with her friends, it was time for him to leave.

"Where's Tammi? She usually turns up for your Book Club.'' He says bending his fingers. The new woman he didn't recognize, she must be a new member.

Both Elizabeth Higgins, and Renee Van Allen smile at Ron. The third, a pretty brunette was silent.

"Oh, she had to leave town." Renee lied. She had no idea what happened to Tammi. Weird. She was the one who brought that weird book. Oh well, she knew Tammi, she must be involved with another one of her adventures. Probably with some hunky guy. Her friend, a woman named Victoria was her replacement. Neither Renee or Elizabeth knew who she was, but was way better than witchcraft than any of them. She barely spoke much, but when she talked, all three of the new witches listened.

"Well if she calls, tell her I said hi. I'll let you be to your gossip and girl talk. I'm not stupid, I know what you ladies talk about, and it ain't books. When have any of you bought a book?"

"Goodnight Ron." All the woman say. Ron smiles as he walked out. His boys were waiting, fantasy football was about to begin.

Elizabeth looks at Renee in worry.

"You didn't tell him?" She asked, thinking about Amanda. They cast the spell two hours ago. It was very through, Victoria said it was punishment for murder.

"That is Book Club business." She watches as Victoria sets up her altar. Tammi was good, but Victoria was better. She didn't have to chant to get what she wanted. When Renee, Elizabeth and Amanda asked, Victoria clammed up.

Their book club business started a year ago. It was just Tammi, Renee, Elizabeth and Amanda. At first it was about books. For one day. Soon it turned into four woman gossiping and laughing. Then three months ago, Tammi came in all excited. All four woman were regular church goers, until that book. At first they all laughed, it seemed silly. Then when Tammi asked about their desires, they lamented that they wished things were better. Elizabeth was frustrated with her money troubles. Her husband's company was in danger of laying him off and she was stressed out and wanted a vacation. Renee was always a bit selfish and vain, she was getting jealous that others seem to win at life. Amanda, she was always a little off, she was desperate and lonely. She lamented that she wanted what her friends had, a marriage and a family. As for Tammi, she seemed content with her life.

"C'mon! Stop laughing!" But she was laughing hard herself. "What do you want?"

"Witchcraft? Seriously?" Elizabeth said holding up her glass of red wine. "We go to church every Sunday."

"Yeah, this is really silly. I prayed for love. I got jack shit." Amanda said out loud. She prayed every night for true love, she got nowhere. She was friends with Paul and Janet, but wanted Paul for herself.

"I read The Secret cover to cover, and seen the movie, bought way too much good luck charms, but got nowhere. My home pottery business isn't doing so well." Renee said in a dark voice. "I must have spent hours entering every contest there ever was, never won once. Not even a booby prize."

"What do you have to lose? It's just a book." Tammi puts down her 'Book of Shadows.' The name was stolen from the original, it was a evil version of the Warren Book. The true name was unknown, only the First knew it.

"You actually read that thing?" Elizabeth looked at it. That Book creeped her out. "What does it say?"

"Tammi" smiles. If only they knew. She herself was a soul collector, she was considered one of the higher tiered demons, not as high as her masters, Lilith and Lucifer, but she got power from the souls she collected. Unlike Charon and Zhan, she loved to inflict torture on her prizes in Hell. The other demons considered her worse than Alistair, a title she relished.

"It said we can get anything we want. We pray to those dark, demonic forces" She bent her fingers while holding up her wine glass, "we can have anything. Renee, want success, just ask. Elizabeth, want your money troubles to go away? Amanda want love? This book can grant it."

"Yeah right." Amanda was skeptical. "There's no such thing."

"What do you have to lose? Your souls? We go to church every week, but our prayers get nowhere." Astaroth knew humans, no one ever said no. She wondered who the author was, or who even The First was. She was one of the earliest demons, but when she was human, she herself wondered who wrote that book. No one in Hell wrote it, however it did drew it power from Hell.

Amanda downs her drink.

"What the hell."

All three were damned that night.

Dean drove all the way to Lawrence. None of their friends were answering, that asshole must be preventing Dean from reaching them. Sam tried teleporting, but because he was so weak, he was unable to. Sam was worried about his sister in law, but was more worried about Dean. His knuckles were white from gripping the wheel so hard.

"Dean, maybe you should let me drive."

"In your condition? Not a chance." Sam passed out several times driving back to Kansas, Dean was exhausted himself, but coffee existed for a reason. He knew God didn't care, but he prayed anyways. "Jenna better be alright."

The guy said twelve hours, but Dean made it under ten. Once he made it to his house, he ran out of the car.

"JENNA! Jen!" The door. Oh no. Sam knew they were too late.

Dean went in first, but when Sam walked inside, his heart sank. There was signs of a struggle. Dean's house was a disaster, furniture was overturned, his cupboards were wide open, Jenna must have been looking for a weapon. Dean had anti demon sigils everywhere, most were invisible, he did not want any demons inside. He ran throughout the house calling Jenna's name. Sam helped him look, but he knew it was too late. Dean threw a vase against a wall and collapsed in sobs. When Sam went into the bedroom, he saw blood. Jenna's necklace was on the bed.

"Please be alright." He didn't have hope, there was blood everywhere. He answered Dean's phone when it rang. Dean was sitting on the floor with his head down.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you about the Daylight Savings." The voice said when Sam answered it.

"We had one hour left." Sam said in a furious tone.

"Oh did you? I'm getting old. Oh well. Sorry about your friend. I told my friends not to make a mess. Silly me." Dean grabbed the phone away from Sam.

"Where is my wife." Dean said in a furious tone.

"Dead. I had hungry friends. You had anti demon sigils, but nothing against vampires, werewolves and other deadly things. I had to feed my pets. Sorry about the mess. Listen. You want this to stop? Give up. I have those same people watching your friends. The Charmed Ones? Magic is about to disappear. I may be down in Hell, but my monsters don't need magic to survive. Sam? I have modern day witch hunters following your wife and sister in law." Sam closed his eyes. "Tell your bastard brother to return our demon and the Demon Tablet. And I'll call them off."

"Fuck...You." Sam rarely swore, but he was white hot with anger.

"Cute. What's the line? Saving people, hunting things, the family business. Well, I think the people you save, they're how you justify your pathetic little lives. The alcoholism, the collateral damage, the pain you've caused. The one thing that allows you to sleep at night, the one thing, is knowing that these folks are out there, still out there, happy and healthy because of you, you great, big, bloody heroes. Plus your wives. Shame about Mrs Winchester, but the the other Mrs is still out there. They're your life's work and I'm gonna rip it apart piece by piece. Because I can. Because you can't stop me. Because when they're all gone, what will you have left?" The voice hangs up. Dean just stares at the floor. Sam already threw Dean's phone on the bed.

Dean was numb. He was no longer crying, he felt empty. Sam was breathing hard.

"I'm not giving up. Jenna, she is smarter than any seasoned hunter I know. She has to be alive, she's gotta be."

Sam didn't have much hope, but he hoped Dean was right.

"I'm sure she's alright."

"Sammy, let's keep going. Other wise, we will lose others." Dean's voice was calm, but Sam knew his brother well. Dean was angry. Really angry.

"We have to get to Colorado."

"You need food and rest."

"I'll be okay." Dean insisted.

"No your not. My home is just down the road. Maybe Jenna escaped there."

"I hope so."

Elizabeth was gardening when two women walked up. Both Piper and Phoebe were glamored, both were afraid to be recognized.

"Nice garden. You must have a green thumb." Piper said with a admiring voice. Even in sunny California, certain plants only grew in their seasons.

"Excuse me?" Elizabeth said with nervousness. She was a newborn witch, but she could sense magic. Those women were radiating with it.

"Those herbs. They are growing out of season." She recognized belladonna, wolfsbane, and mandrake. Her and her sisters used those on a regular basis for their potions. "Oh where are my manners." Both Piper and Phoebe pulled out their fake badges. "I'm Detective Dallin, this is Detective Fahey." They listened to Bananarama on the drive here.

"Hi." Phoebe showing off her 'Detective Fahey' badge.

"We are following up on Amanda Burns' death." Piper told a nervous Elizabeth.

Agent Murphy was down the street. He saw how nervous Elizabeth Higgins was. How nervous she was talking to the two Halliwells. But not as much when her friend Renee showed up. The agent was wondering what happened to "Victoria." He knew "Tammi Fenton" was dead, she died when the demon entered her body. He also knew the demon that was inside of her was killed by another demon. He didn't know who, but didn't care. He also knew that with the exception of Tammi, those women were on their way downstairs. As for Victoria, he was wondering who she was. She was a lot stronger than the demon Tammi. She was no demon, Agent Murphy knew that. But her true identity was unknown. He truly doubted any weapons could kill her.

"Those morons are stupid." Piper threw down her jacket. "Don't they know what that book is about?" They were back in their cheap motel room. They knew they can sleep at home, but wanted to be close to this case.

"A first class trip to Hell." Phoebe says picking up the remote. "Chinese or Italian. I'm not picky."

"Whatever." Piper couldn't care less.

A knock in the door interrupted their conversation. Piper nodded at Phoebe. Phoebe already had her witch killing bullets.

Ruby, expecting Sam and Dean looked startled at seeing the two witches.

"What do you know. It's the demon slut Ruby." Piper said opening the door.

"Fuck you whore." Ruby sasses back.

"A natural born witch is not a whore. Unlike you. Borrower."

Ruby bristled at the insult. Once they unglamored themselves, Ruby knew she was fucked.

"What should we do with her?" Phoebe was holding her arm with her foot.

Ruby was no match to these witches. They fought in the motel room, but with two Charmed witches, Ruby didn't stand a chance. She found herself on the floor, bruised and bloody. Her nose was bleeding from their beatings.

She felt scared. She usually wasn't afraid, she saw things in Hell she wanted to forget. But she knew how powerful they were. Especially now. Their sister Prue was the new Queen. These women, they were dark. Ruby didn't know what was worse, evil or good Charmed magic.

"She can't smoke out, we trapped her worthless soul in that meat suit. I don't sense an innocent inside, we can torture her sorry ass." Phoebe was getting bored. Torturing a witchy demon would be fun.

"Your husband. He's in danger." Ruby warns them. "Jenna, the demon took her."

"Lair. Look, she has a wedding ring. Did you get hitched? Poor bastard."

"Fuck you." Ruby swore back at Phoebe. Phoebe just smiles.

"All that flesh. Alastair and Astaroth, amateurs compared to what Piper and I have planned for you. Piper, do you want the first honor?"

"Her alternate universe self slept with my husband. And cheated on him! Bitch." Ruby screamed when Piper froze her hand.

Phoebe grimaced. Her scream, it was screechy.

"Why stop with her hand? Let's tear her apart piece by piece. Then put her back and do it all over again."

"Wait!" Her hand was frozen, but she didn't want to lose this vessel. Her other two vessels were destroyed. Kristy, Coma Girl got thrown in the Arctic Ocean, her body was then eaten by polar bears. Stupid witches. She should have known better than to sneak in during the Auction. Her other one, the blonde secretary, Alina was killed in Mexico. Ruby killed the Mexican Cartel using their vessels. Even as a demon, she was horrified by their crimes.

"You have ten seconds." Piper warned the demon.

"Sam. Dean. They are in trouble. The demon working for Kip, took Dean's wife. She will die if they complete the Trail. I swear, I'm not lying."

"Your face when I opened the door. You were expecting Sam and Dean. Nice try. Get up. Don't try escaping, we already bonded your powers." Phoebe warned.

Ruby reluctantly gets up. Her hand was frozen, but she knew it would be defrosted with little damage.

"I'm telling the truth. Jenna, she will die. Forget those whores. Head to Colorado, and help Adam. Sam and Dean, they have less than three days."

"I believe you." Piper said. She then froze Ruby. "Smash her."

"With pleasure." Phoebe karate chopped the witch.

"Slut." Piper tells her as they walked over her bloody remains.

Ruby knew how to put back her body, but it will take her days. She swore to get these women back.

Elizabeth was staring in horror at Renee's dead body. Her husband Ron snapped her neck.

"Stupid woman. Who is worse, Astaroth or Renee. Yeech."

"Your not Ron."

"No I am not. He was dead for three months now. Astaroth and myself, we were looking for souls. You three, you are ours. Well mine now. Astaroth is dead. Hope you are the praying type." He stretches. "You'll get used to the smell of sulfur. However, blood, bodily fluids, and sounds of flapping skins, no one ever got used to it, except Alistair."

Elizabeth backed away in horror.

"I didn't know. I swear."

"Bullshit. Hoped you enjoyed that trip to Hawaii. Those prizes you coveted, hope they are worth eternal damnation. Well, at least till God destroys reality." Ron laughs. "Don't worry, I am not interested in you at the moment. Live your life. You have more than ten years, you can still avoid the Pit. Better work at cleansing your soul. See you later." The last thing Elizabeth saw before she fainted was Ron's yellow eyes.

"Looks like we're too late." There was two dead bodies, Renee Van Allen, and a husky man. Elizabeth was alive, although unconscious. "What do you think?"

"Wake up the stupid witch." Piper answered back.

Both walked up to Elizabeth and woke her up.

Elizabeth saw two women looking at her.

She finished her interview to the police. She didn't mention Piper or Phoebe, both told Elizabeth to keep her nose clean. She swore to never dabble in the dark arts again. She was going home to tell her husband to quit his job. She was going to throw everything away from her ill gotten gains. She was going to destroy her garden, no way she wanted anything to do with it. She remembered the demon's eyes. Those yellow orbs. She never wanted to see them again.

"What do we do with this?" Phoebe says holding the "Book of Shadows." They were home in their manor.

"I have potions. We have to destroy it." Piper says.

"Too bad, imagine the power."

"We have the real thing. That" Piper looks at the book. "Is a counterfeit."

"I hate fake designer clothes, especially shoes. The fakes look real, however, they hurt when I walk."

Paige woke up with a large migraine. She groaned as she got up. That screeching, it was too much for her, she passed out. She was no longer glamoured, when she was unconscious, she lost her hold on magic. Good thing she was in a shed. When she cautiously peeked out, she was horrified at the scene. The terrorists were dead. Their eyes were gone, they bled out from their eyes and ears. The angel must have killed them. Hopefully Jo, Claire and the other innocents were safe.

Adam and Bela were in their hotel room, they cast a spell on that church, no one will ever find it. They demon didn't care, it was staring at nothing. Bela had to leave Adam, Donatello called. He said Adam had to be alone to perform the spell, otherwise it wouldn't work.

Once Bela left, Adam was playing the waiting game. Donatello, Kevin and Tony all told him the same thing. Wait for Sam. Both were needed for the final trail.