Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed but I do own the idea of Third Prophecies

The next breath Dean took made him cough violently, his throat to dry to show mercy. Lying in silence for a moment he groaned once more.

He remembered he forgot to leave the lesson plans for the teacher aid.

To that is what Dean Winchester, former hunter of demons, ghosts, hairy beast, and anything else you could think of, had become. Instead of worrying about keeping himself alive everyday he was worrying about lesson plans and the tests that he was supposed to give next Friday.

Puckering his face in preparation of the pain he lifted his head up and looked down at the wound that was bleeding heavily and the fire lit dirty room of his surroundings.

Letting his head fall back down he closed his eyes for a moment. Even if he was thinking about tests and lesson plans he was still a Winchester. Stubborn and hard. And he knew because of who he was he was never going to give up his charges for his own self. In the obvious perspective they were far more important than he was. But his duties weren't done yet and he attempted to come up with a plan to warn them. Tell them of what he knew that they probably did not.

All of which turned out with him orbing. But A. there was an arrow sticking out of his back and B. Hecate made sure he was in anti-orbing prison. But again he was a Winchester. He'd find a way soon.

Henry winced as Will wrapped the bandage around his shoulder. The white gauze covering the fireball mark.

"I still don't understand why more weren't dead. You could have taken all of them in your sleep." Will joked causing Henry to smirk.

"They got me by surprise."

"Oh please." Will continued before his face got serious. "You gonna tell me what really happened?"

"I don't know. It's like the whole underworld got together and decided to rebel. But they attacked me." Henry spoke softly in thought.

"What do you me 'but they attacked me.' Who do you think they would attack, Paul Newman?" Will finished wrapping the bandage and tapped it, biting his bottom lip to look at up the young man with a hint of worry. "What's on you mind?"

"The thing is…why attack all three of us. Chris, Wyatt, and I." Henry scratched the side of his face as he pulled on his shirt. "Why not the immediate threat?"

Will stopped and looked at the younger man for a moment.

"You mean the sisters?"

"It would have been the logical choice. They weren't expecting it so they easily could have been taken out of the picture. They're the only ones who were able to defeat the high powered leaders that eventually led to the down fall of the underworld."

"You think this has something to do with Dean's disappearance?"

"I think it have everything to do with Dean's disappearance." Henry replied.

"What do the others think?" Will hesitantly asked.

"Wyatt just thinks it may have something to do with an uprising. That maybe they needed a whitelighter to get to the Elders or magic school."

"But you think otherwise."

"…I just think that there is something more with Dean's disappearance."

"That instead of looking for the big bad they should be looking for Dean." Will concluded watching over at Henry who nod in meek reply. "Well did you tell the others about this?"

"Will…what do think the others would say? Wyatt's plan is far more detailed than mine and it makes more sense. But something tells me Dean's the key to all of this. And…"

Henry watched as Will seemed to think about this. He was going to comment but suddenly a loud shrill chime went off. Will slid open his pager and frowned as he read the screen. Sliding the opening the large piece of plastic shut he placed attached the sidekick back to his hip and stood up.

"I got to go. There was an accident with a bus. Listen when I get my break I'll check out with some sources. Call if you need anything." And without another word Will walked out, his car engine quickly filling Henry's ears.

"Him." Wyatt pointed to a picture of a demon in the book. "He definitely seemed like the leader of the group."

"Cerberus, an upper level demon who has the characteristics of a dog also known as a Hell hound. He was servant to the Source until the Source was vanquished and is able to take the form of a large black dog." Paige spoke aloud.

"Do we need Phoebe?" Piper asked softly keeping her arms crossed. Leo had gone back to magic school to make sure Laura, Penelope, Max, and Patty stayed there. She had called Billy to going find Prue and Melinda. If demons were attacking the Charmed Ones children then Piper wanted the ones who weren't under her watch at this time in Magic School.

"No, there's a potion. We should be fine." Paige spoke to which Piper nodded. With a knock on the door Henry slowly walked in biting his bottom lip.

"Will's gone." Again Piper nodded.

"Alright Paige do you think you can make the potion. I'll call Phoebe and let her know that she should keep an eye on Coop."

"Sure thing, I just need to get home and pick up Henry, take him to Magic School."

"Wyatt, can you pick up grandpa and take him there too?" Piper turned to her eldest who nodded before orbing out, Paige following shortly.

"Henry, have you seen Chris?"

"I think he's downstairs." Henry spoke before shoving his hands in his pocket. "Hey Aunt Piper?"

"Yeah sweetie?" Piper replied flipping through the book. Henry cringed placing a hand to his lower abdomen as the sharp pain hit him. "Henry?"

"I…uh… I think I have an idea?" The twenty two year old said rubbing the cramp in his stomach softly as Piper looked up at him.

Chris gasped as he held around his middle sliding down against the wall of the basement. Letting his head fall forward he cringed at the cramps in his stomach and brought his legs up to his chest. Breathing through his nose and out through his mouth he waited for the nausea to wave off. Relaxing his limps once more he looked down. He had changed into a pair of jeans and shirt quickly before sprinting out, which was when he felt faint at first. His stomach was in knots and a sharp pain twisted in his gut. Moistening his mouth he licked his lips and slowly lifted his shirt gasping at the site before him. What was a welt at the time was now a large open gash that was blue and purple on his abdomen. It wasn't bleeding out which Chris didn't know if that was a good or bad sign. The arrow wound had reopened.