In six months a lot had happened to the Winchesters. Dean had finally convinced an extremely skeptical Sam that Jack was in fact their long lost brother. The boys were still in search of their father, but were also in search of the thing that had attacked Jack on the night Dean found him. Dean and Sam's bickering had hit an all time high, leaving Jack in the middle acting as a buffer between the two.
The three boys were asleep in the car, Jack and Sam in the back and Dean in the driver's seat. The boys began to awaken, stiff after a night sleeping in the old car. As soon as Sam woke up he looked at his brothers and tried to figure out what the words in his dream meant. He decided not to tell them about it just yet, neither of them were the easiest people to get along with first thing in the morning!
Phoebe Halliwell wandered down the stairs that very same morning, wondering the same thing as Sam Winchester two-hundred miles away in San Francisco.
"Morning, want some coffee?" Asked Piper as she walked in to the kitchen, Prue was already drinking hers and readying herself for work.
Phoebe grunted as a positive to Piper's question.
"Hey, do you both remember that time when I heard Grams saying the 'power of one', and then it turned out to mean the power of three as one"
"Yeah, why" Replied Prue
"It wasn't Grams but I heard someone say 'the power of two'? I haven't got the foggiest"
"I'll get Leo to check with the Elders, I'm home this morning so I'll check the book." said Piper.
Phoebe hugged her and rushed off to the bathroom to get ready for college.
"That's a worry, I can't imagine why there would be a need for the power of two, rather than three," Prue said to Piper.
"I know" She agreed "It's always been the three of us, unless they know something we don't" She indicated upwards towards the elders.
"San Francisco, Sam? You were in San Francisco, are you sure"
"Yes, I'm sure, how many bridges look like that Dean?" Said Sam irritated at the stupidity of the question.
"And it was saying the power of two? What the hell does that mean?" Said Jack breaking into the debate
"I don't know. Should we go to San Francisco and find out?" Sam asked
"These dreams always seem to mean something important, maybe it's got something to do with Dad or the demon that killed Mom" said Dean
"Or the thing that attacked me in the motel room" Added Jack.
They both looked at Sam.
"I guess we're going to San Francisco" He said.
Dean had learned now that Sam's dreams meant something usually when he had them. However, after meeting Missouri Mosely for the second time, this time with Jack, she had still treated him the same, the spare part, as if the whole family revolved around Sam, and even Jack seemed more than him. It was immature, he knew, but he was jealous of his little brothers. He'd never dare to admit it to anyone else but his Dad. Dean hated when his Dad wasn't around he felt John was the only one who truly understood him.
Jack parked the car near to Golden Gate Park entrance when they arrived in San Francisco.
"So, Sammy, where do we start?" Asked Dean
"Dean, I'm not the oracle of everything, I don't know OK"
"Well you were the one who brought us here. Dean shouted back
The shouting carried on and Jack felt exasperated, despairing at his brothers' relationship falling apart at the seams, he got out of the car. The shouting ceased.
"I'm going to find out what I can, find some of the people who run in the same circles we do. Actually do some work! You two can go jump off the damn bridge for all I care!" He said
His irritation was very clear; he didn't wait for a reply just walked away in the opposite direction.
"I'll meet you back here at six 'o' clock" he called back to them.
"I think we annoyed him." Said Dean
"Yeah well what's new? We are annoying each other all the time lately. I'll go to the library see what I can find." Said Sam
"Great, what about me?" Said Dean
"Ummm, just have a wander and see what you find." said Sam walking away trying to stifle laughter.
"Funny." He replied, then turned away and stalked off in the opposite direction, to do exactly that, no idea what he was looking for.