With a glance at Dean Prue sat on the park bench.
"Mind if I sit here?" She asked.
He looked up at her and saw how beautiful she was.
"Absolutely, not at all!" he replied. She laughed at the way he didn't try to hide the fact that he was attracted to her. Dean dropped his father's journal on the floor, as Prue bent down to pick it up for him a jolt of panic went through him, she couldn't find out what he and his brothers did, the journal had fallen open, and Dean was filled with dread, she would think he was crazy, even dangerous. Prue handed the journal back to him, closed, she had closed it but not before taking a peek at it. She noticed the alarmed look on his face and saw him gathering his belongings ready to make a swift exit. As he stood she grabbed his arm and pulled him back down.
"Wait." She said, suddenly. "I'll tell you my secret if you tell me yours."
Dean frowned but was certain she was talking about the journal.
"You saw it didn't you?" He said pointing to the journal
"Watch this" she said. With a slight movement of her hand a paper bag on the floor drifted towards them, He looked at her and frowned again, there wasn't even a hint of a breeze.
"I'm a witch, a real live, good witch" She whispered to him, what was the luck, a cute guy, worth dating, already knowing the pressures of fighting the supernatural, Prue was a happy woman.
"I…I'm Dean, Dean Winchester, I am ummm…hunting…evil" As soon as the words left his mouth Dean realised how crazy they sounded.
"Prue Halliwell" She shook his hand "I guess we're on the same side, what brings you to San Francisco?"
"I am following a lead about 'the power of two', I've no idea what it's about"
It was now Prue's turn to look alarmed.
"Did you say the power of two?" She repeated
"Yeah why, you know something about it, because if you do then it could really help" He replied
"No, I have to go now," She said, "I'm sorry, I enjoyed meeting you" Her new found happiness and the spark she felt when meeting him fizzled away.
Dean watched her as she walked away.
Prue broke into a run and was alarmed at the fact that she may have found something big, what Phoebe had said was true.
Prue went home to the attic and franticly looked through the Book of Shadows.
"Winchester, Winchester" She repeated to herself, flicking through the Book of Shadows. Prue heard her sisters enter the front door. She called them to the attic.
"So this guy, he knew about 'the power of two'?" asked Piper
"No, he seemed as mystified as we are, he was puzzling"
"Puzzling? What do you mean." asked Phoebe
"I don't know, that's why it's called puzzling" said Prue
"Well, let's go and downstairs. We can call Leo, maybe he's found something out from the elders" Suggested Piper, already leaving the room.
Phoebe grabbed Prue's hand and was about to lead her out of the room too, she suddenly gasped as she got the vision. She saw a man, much like the one Prue had described. He delivered a knockout punch to an assailant that Phoebe couldn't see. At the same time, Prue felt the impact of that same punch; she had been punched a few times in her life but never that hard, ever. She fell to the ground.
"Piper!" Shouted Phoebe "Leo"
The whitelighter orbed in answer to Phoebe's call.
"What happened?" he said, already tending to Prue's broken face.
"Prue got punched by a guy in my premonition, all I was doing was touching her hand." said a worried and now even more mystified Phoebe.
"Wow, what a right hook!" Said Prue now fully healed.
"I think that was an understatement, he broke your nose and chipped two teeth in one punch" Said Leo, also worried.
"We need to know more about this guy" said Piper.
Dean, Sam and Jack were in the motel room discussing Dean's meeting with Prue, now deducing that Halliwell was a name they would definitely look into.
"I'll take the first shower" Said Jack
"Nice work bro, your skills with women finally paid off. He patted a hand on Dean's shoulder. Sam's head began to ache and he saw in a vision the face of a woman, she had a distressed look on her face. She suddenly waved her hand, with that the vision ended, and Dean was smashed against the brick wall on the other side of the room, by an invisible force even he didn't see coming, before Sam and Jack even knew what had happened. Before Sam had even realised what had happened he was still recovering from the premonition.
"Dean!" shouted Jack, he ran to his brother's crumpled form at the bottom of the wall where he landed. Sam followed. Jack shook Dean's shoulder gently, he didn't respond.
"Sam call an ambulance. Now!" he yelled at Sam.
Jack took command, he realised he was doing something he had never done before, he was the oldest brother now, in charge, holding things together and the last to fall to pieces under pressure. Responsibility rested on him.