A/N: OKAY...so the past was change successfully and the prophecy now includes all four sisters. Stay tuned to see if changing the prophecy changed the sisters' fates. And READ and REVIEW
Dean had transferred to Baker High in the middle of the first semester and before he knew it he was involved with the prettiest girl in school. Prue was something special; student body president, captain of the cheer leading team, a member of the karate, gymnastics, and dance team, as well as a foreign language honor society and was hands down winning the valedictorian spot for their class. The girl was also a witch.
Prue Halliwell was special. The eldest born witch, she was the most powerful of her generation; her powers the strongest her family had ever known. Her telekinesis could send objects flying thousands of miles away and she could control her astral and physical body at the same time while using magic in both incarnations. Over the years she had also developed a force field and the ability to conjure and summon things to her. As of lately she had gained the power of projection, which allowed her to move between planes as well as to create things by sheer thoughtfulness. What none of these things allowed her to do was to know the thoughts of others, and right then all she wanted was to know what Dean was had turned to look at him after he shouted but after opening her mouth she found she couldn't speak. Prue Halliwell was terrified of losing the one person who seemed to understand her all because she was a witch; freak.
John Winchester came running, pointing his riffle from one witch to another to the next and back to the first. Waving one hand, Penny dismantled his weapon sending it deep into the woods. "Silly boy, tricks are for kids. What do you think you're doing playing at hunting down demons? And with salt none the less, pssh."
"Mother," Patty reprimanded through clenched teeth. Turning her attention toward Prue, she jogged over to her daughter and hugged her tight in the safety of a mother's arms. Prue just looked at Dean.
"What the hell is going on here," Dean shouted and the attention went back to him. He walked over to his father and Bobby, dividing them into separate groups; Team Hunter vs. Team Witch. It was a stand still. Neither group wanted to reveal too much to the other in fear of giving away the upper hand and they stood there in silence.
"Who are you people," John asked calmly. He didn't want to put Dean in danger by upsetting the old woman.
"Someone you don't want to mess with," Penny answered. "Patty, take Prue to the car. I'll...deal with our friends here."
"Not so fast," Bobby said stepping forward and the next thing the men knew Prue and Patty were gone in the blink of an eye. "What the...where'd they go?"
"None of your business," the old witch replied. "But if you must know, my daughter has the ability to stop time. That's how she was able to leave without you noticing," Penny gloated.
"You're witches," Dean said to himself, unable to believe his misfortune.
"Yes. my dear. I know not everyone is as fortunate," Penny said fluffing her hair and basking in the wonderment that was the Halliwell magic.
"This...I can't..." Dean started pacing back and forth with his head in his hands and suddenly he was running as fast as he could, ignoring shouts from Bobby and John. He didn't know what he was running to or how long it would take him to get there. He just knew that he couldn't be there.
Patty ushered Prue into the manor. Sam had taken the other girls out to a movie and they would be home soon unless Phoebe talked him into ice cream. Patty figured she would have about an hour to diffuse the situation.
Guiding Prue upstairs, Patty looked on at her oldest daughter with mixed feelings of relief for her safety and sadness at Prue's sorrow over Dean's reaction. Patty knew that few mortals were capable of handling the existence of magic without completely losing it, and somehow Prue had managed to meet one who not only knew about magic but as luck would have it was under the impression that witches were evil. The rejection Prue was going through was familiar, as Patty remembered how Victor had reacted when he first learned about her heritage.
Maybe her mother was right. Prue needed to be at home where the rest of them could take care of her, especially now that she was so fragile. Putting Prue to bed, Patty climbed in behind her daughter and cradled her in her arms.
Penny, John, and Bobby entered the manor through the back door off the laundry room. They had spent a good two hours unraveling the mystery of how exactly Prue and Dean knew each other and how exactly the demon had targeted them. It turned out that John had been tracking the demon for weeks and his hunting meant that he wasn't keeping track of his children as closely as Grams and Patty did the girls.
He had told Penny about following the demon across counties and they had talked about the demons end game. By targeting witches he was creating grade A demon spawn and ruining the chance of good magic to expand. Orders presumably came directly from the Source as Zepar was an upper level demon who was extremely insulated. Penny knew that would make it difficult to track down any acquaintances who not only helped him but might be thinking of carrying out his plan.
Penny rummaged through the cupboards and began to make a fresh pot of coffee, using her powers to retrieve Irish cream as she knew that she could sure use a pick me up -despite her heart condition- and figured the men could, too. She guided the cups over to where the men were sitting and watched their bewildered reaction to the use of her powers, and noted with a grin that the one with the beard was giving her the evil eye.
"Now, gentleman, what else can you tell me about what you were talking about earlier?"
"We've been tracking a demon we call Yellow Eyes for more than a decade," John said calmly. Any other day he would have wiped the...witch...off the face of the earth if he had come across her in the middle of a hunt. Dean's involvement with that girl had seriously jeopardized their mission. Looking around the kitchen though, he saw the kind of stability he had once been able to afford for his sons.
"A decade and you haven't been able to track him down," Penny laughed at the men. "Well it looks like a good thing for you boys that our paths have crossed. I have ways of tracking these things down," she said.
"And how do you plan to do that," Bobby said snidely.
Penny leaned across the table and said, "Follow me."
The two men finished climbing up the stairs after the old witch and entered a large attic. At first it didn't look an different than any other attic filled with old family antiques and junk until they saw a gleaming wood podium that was holding a book that seemed to be as old as the witch, Bobby thought; ancient.
With a flip of her hand the book opened and turned to the section on upper level demons. "Alright, boys," she said motioning them over. "Come look for your demon."
Over the next couple of days Penny spent most of her time tracking down leads with the hunters while Patty stayed home worrying about Prue. Dean hadn't been in contact with her or his father and scrying didn't seem to be working for whatever reason.
Patty made lunch for her and Sam during the little time they had alone while they girls were at school and Sam enjoyed the one day during the school week that he didn't teach on campus when they turned at the sound of knocking on the back door to see Victor walking through.
"We need to talk," he told them and sat at the table before beginning. "I know you're doing the best that you can, and you're doing everything right for the girls as they grow into the witches you say they're meant to turn into but the fact of the matter is that we're raising young girls foremost, and witches second," he said at Patty's attempt to interrupt him. "We all know that Prue's been going through a phase and Penny hasn't been helping much with her attitude. I think that it might be best if Prue moves in with me for a little while so things work out."
"Now wait a minute, Victor," Patty told him, "Prue is doing just fine here and I don't think she wants to leave the manor, especially since she's just sixteen!"
"Then why did she ask me if she could move in with me," Victor asked, leaving Patty and Sam speechless.