Back to the future!- Part one

Penny Halliwell brought coffee out to Bobby and John in the sun room where they were researching and planning how to find yellow eyes. They had been working together for months and John was surprised how nice it was to stay in one place. Bobby only came up the last weekend in every month to pow wow and report anything he had found in more detail then he gave during their phone calls and for once Sam was happy. He loved being able to stay in one school for such a long time and Sam was glad to at least know Piper and Phoebe. For once he got to meet people and make friends before being pulled out of school.

Penny had grown very fond of the young boy, but she couldn't deny that she missed her eldest granddaughter. No matter how hard she through herself into fighting demons with the two hunters Penny missed having all of her girls together. Prue, of course, had to make things difficult. She chose to stay with her father for holidays and had yet to come home to see her sisters. Patty wasn't do well, either, and constantly thought about the night that had changed everything. The night Prue had been attacked.

It had ruined everything; chasing Dean away and leaving Prue brokenhearted. Penny didn't know how the girls were going to handle being the Charmed ones when they were older and it was their turn to protect the innocent. Sure, each girl was versed in her power and trained to the full extent but the power of four was bound in their bond as sisters, and Penny was beginning to regret pushing Prue too hard.

Prue's body fell back onto the hospital bed as sweat dripped down her face and hair. No energy was left in the seventeen years old' body and hair was haphazardly coming out of her high pony tail; her bangs which had been clipped back had come loose and were now getting in the way of her eyes.

All she heard were doctors. Her eyes were closed and she saw the back of her eyelids as she just breathed and that was when she heard that miraculous sound; a cry rang out through the room and Prue's blue eyes suddenly opened and a lazy smile appeared on her face, though labor had certainly not been lazy and in truth nothing Prue did could ever be described that way. She just had no more energy left in her body except the emergency reserve she was using to look at her baby.

"It's a girl," the doctor told her and a nurse handed her baby to her, newly swaddled in blankets. "What's her name," the nurse asked.

"Priscilla," Prue said and tore her eyes away from her little girl long enough to share a smile with her father. "Priscilla Quinn Halliwell," Prue said.

"I thought you were going to name her after Dean," Sally asked; the only other friend or family member who knew about Prue's child and had been allowed in for the delivery.

Prue's smile altered slightly. "In a way I am," she answered. "I was doing an assignment for my theology course and I found a saint named Priscillian. She was one of three children who were supposedly killed by their father for being Christian. I think that's enough said," Prue told her.

In the months since she had been attending Berkley and living on her own, Prue's heart break had turned into anger and bitterness. Who was Dean to judge her? As far as she thought, her child would never know about Dean Winchester and they'd both be better off for it.

"I'm leaving you with Grandma Patty and Grams, okay? I'll be back in a few hours to take you to ballet okay?"

"Okay, mommy," four year old Priscilla said. "Is Auntie Paige going to be here?"

"In a few minutes," Prue said. "She's still on the bus with Aunt Phoebe. Be good, okay?"

"Okay," Priscilla said and gave a little jump before kissing her mother goodbye. She took Grandma Patty's hand and walked into the Manor.

"Are we gonna learn more magics," the little girl asked.

"How about we make cookies first," Patty asked.

"Yeah, yeah!" Excited, Priscilla ran ahead into the kitchen and Patty marveled at her granddaughter.

Dean wandered into the cafe and saw three people he hadn't set sight on for five years.

Sammy had tracked him down and asked him to meet him in Palo Alto. When Dean had told him that he didn't hunt anymore Sam had informed Dean that Sam didn't either. He was now a freshman at Stanford and was studying Poli-sci for pre-law. This was all stuff that Sam had filled Dean on during their phone call. He hadn't, however, mentioned that his dad and Uncle Bobby would be there too.

"What's going on, Sammy? You said it was just going to be you and me today."

Sam looked at his brother, happy and angry to be seeing him again for the first time in five years. "Sorry about that. Dad over heard our conversation and he wanted to come."

"Over heard your conversation from Stanford or was that a lie, too?"

"It was parent's weekend," John said finally jumping into the conversation.

"You went to parent's weekend," Dean laughed snidely.

"Coincided with a hunt," the older man replied with a straight, unyielding face.

"Ah, let me guess," Dean said clapping his hands together. "You're still going after the yellow eyed demon, right?"

"Wrong," Bobby said. "Now stop being a damn idjit and listen to your father," he said cutting through the bull shit.

"We know who the yellow eyed demon is and what he's after, Dean." John cleared his throat and took a gulp of his water. "We need you in on this. This is huge and you're apart of it, whether you want to be or not."

"And why is that? Why shouldn't I just go back to the home I've made for myself and say Adios misha-migos?"

"Because if you do the world will be thrown forward into the apocalypse and everyone you know will die," a stone cold voice spoke to him even though Dean hadn't seen the stranger walk up to him; only heard the sound of something moving rapidly in the wind as a breeze hit him. "Dean Winchester, it is time to play your part."