Prudence Halliwell wasn't easily terrified but that night as Grams ushered her into the manor she was legitimately afraid. Grams tried to calm her but all she remembered where blurs of movement and terror and the thought that Dean was hurting her. It didn't make sense because for as long as she had known Dean she had been sure that he would be the one person who would never hurt her.

Her room was dark and she laid there with her head on her pillow as she sobbed. Prue could hear Phoebe and Piper whispering out in the hallway and she could see their feet in the sliver of light under the door. All she could think was that what terrified her more than anything would be losing Dean, even if he had attacked her.

Grams put Piper and Phoebe back to bed with a sleep potion, casting an alarm system in case they woke up in the middle of the night. Creeping downstairs she went to the kitchen and opened the back door allowing two men in. John Winchester was accompanied by his longtime friend Bobby Singer and both hunters wore weary expressions on their faces.

"What happened out there tonight," Bobby said gruffly.

Grams turned the stove on and placed the kettle onto the burner before sauntering over to the table and sitting as the men just stood there. "Lower level demon, easily taken out with a basic spell. I am the very best at what I do and even the best of hunters has nothing on the power of the charmed line," she said getting under the skin.

"Listen here lady, I don't much care for witches so give me one good reason I shouldn't blow your ass to kingdom come," Bobby raised his riffle.

With a raise of her arm the gun disassembled and slammed against the cabinets on the other side of the room. Standing, Penny braced herself on the table as she leaned in to make her point. "You might know more about the supernatural than the average person but when it comes down to it you're the minor leagues and I'm the New York Yankees. My family is the be all end all in the magical world so while you're in my home you will keep your guns down or I will be forced to take aim at you. Do I make myself clear?"

Bobby guffawed and John nodded hesitantly. "How is it that you and your granddaughter got in the middle of our hunt?"

"Your hunt? Let me tell you something; California is my territory. My family has been here for over a hundred years, Mr. Winchester. Nothing goes on here that I don't know about."

"And you want us to believe that you and your granddaughters are good witches," Bobby asked with more than a hint of sarcasm.

"Believe what you want but we're here for one reason only. My granddaughters don't know about their powers or the supernatural. Tonight would have been a disaster if I hadn't come along; you nearly got your son and my granddaughter killed. As long as you're around you put my granddaughters in danger and I can't allow that. I can handle this part of the country, but you have to take your boys and go. Dean and Prue can't see each other again or we risk putting my girls in danger."

"From what you told us earlier your girls are gonna be in danger eventually," John told her.

"Yes, but when they're older and ready to handle the responsibility together. For now they deserve as normal a life as possible."

John looked around the manor and for a moment allowed himself to indulge in the fantasy of being able to provide a stable home life for his boys but he knew that would never happen. "You're right. I'm taking the boys on our next hunt and we'll avoid California."

"I hope you and your boys are safe," Grams said and John and Bobby left for their motel.

Prue had spent the entire weekend crying in her room. She got ready for school Monday morning and hurried to her first period class hoping to see Dean but was disappointed to find his seat empty. After a week of finding his seat empty Prue finally realized that Dean wasn't coming back.