A/N: I would like to dedicate this chapter to my brother-in law Keith, who passed away this previous Sunday at 28 years of age. We all miss you! I also want to dedicate this to my father who is in the hospital during this trying time.

Back to the future!- Part Two

Dean took a swig from his flask before tucking it back inside his jacket. The last twenty-four hours had him reeling and alcohol was his go-to solution for supernatural problems.

It had only taken one moment to completely take over his life again and there was barely anytime for anger. His new life as some average Joe with the Gordans had effectively come to an end leaving him back where he had started. Now he was listening to his father and brother explaining what was going on; why their mother had died, why yellow eyes was targeting them, the very reason they had been born and the most important thing of them all; the Apocalypse.

"You and Sam are meant to be the vessels in the final war between good and evil," Castiel explained. "It's in your bloodline; it allows the angels to enter your body and take possession but it can't be done without permission."

"Great," Dean said. "Neither of us will give permission and then the Apocalypse will never happen. It's as simple as that," he told them and stabbed his fork into another piece of pie.

"It's not as simple as that," Castiel spit out and leaned forward to look Dean straight in his eyes.

"Why not," Dean demanded.

"Because," John told him, "if it's not you then it's Adam."

"Whose Adam?"

"He's our brother," Sam said from his seat at the table they were occupying.

Prue jogged up the steps to the manor and upon entering found her four year old's face covered in chocolate as she sat in a booster chair at the dining room table while Grams taught her another spell. She took a moment to just watch, neither Grams nor Priscilla realizing that she was there, and remembered how afraid she had been when she had finally told her family about her baby. There had been anger and sadness, lots of questions, but everyone was happy about the addition of a baby in the family.

Surprisingly enough, Grams had reacted well to the situation though her mother had cried when she heard the news. Her sisters, however, were a different story. Paige had taken it the hardest. She had been particularly angry with Prue for not telling her because as the oldest and youngest of the girls they had a special bond. Phoebe, who had been a monster since before Prue moved out of the manor had suddenly become enthusiastic about everything and was excited for a niece. Piper was shocked, and hurt, but she had eventually come around and was more nurturing than usual; sending over casseroles and knitting blankets and booties for her niece.

The only thing that was missing was her child's father. She had been angry for so long because Dean was supposed to be the one person who never left her, and as it turned out he was the only one who had ever really let her down. Watching Priscilla giggle and play with Grams, that anger just seemed to melt away. There was nothing left but love for a very special little girl and that would be for forever. At least, that's what she thought.

Prue walked up to her daughter and kissed her daughter's dirty blond hair; who saw that one coming?

"Mama," she cried and jumped up on her seat to reach Prue for a hug. "Grams's teaching me about faeries!"

"A certain little girl told me she made friends with a faerie named Lily," Grams said with a laugh.

Prue smiled as she thought back to the magical friend that she and all of her sisters had at one point been obsessed with, when magic just seemed to be...well, magical, and pure and wonderful in a way that only children can see things. While Pris still didn't have her powers because Prue believed she was too young to keep them hidden, the little girl was still going through Grams' rigorous lessons so that she wouldn't be unprepared later in life. As normal as Prue tried to make her little girl's life she knew it would never be magic free or ordinary.

"I'm glad sweet pea! Have you had dinner yet? Good," Prue said and lifted Pris off her chair and onto the ground. "Go get your stuff for ballet. We have to go."

"Okay, mommy!"

"How did your exam go," Grams asked.

"Good. My professor asked me to talk after class. He thinks he can set up a paid internship at 415 magazine for the summer."

"That's great, Prudence."

Priscilla stomped down the stairs and leaped against Prue's legs. "Let's go!"

"Dean," John shouted at his son who was briskly walking away again. "Don't you dare walk away from me!"

Dean stopped in the middle of the cross walk, his jaw locked, and he turned back and steamrolled through his father. "Don't you dare talk to me about walking away. You made it an art form!My entire life was spent fixing your mistakes," he continued to yell. "You paint this picture of a perfect marriage with mom but you forget that I was there! Everything since then has been about you making up for being such a tool but you abandoned me and Sam on a regular basis to make yourself feel better about letting mom die!"

"I was going after the thing that killed her," John shouted.

"You were using her as an excuse to be the dead beat that you are!"

"STOP!" Sam ran out between them, holding his hands to their chests to keep them apart. "Just stop already. We have more important things to worry about!"

"Like what," Dean bit out.

"Like finding Adam. You know, our brother," Sam said slowly so Dean would comprehend it.

"And then what," Dean demanded. "We find him, protect him from the apocalypse, and what? The world won't end so do we teach him to be a hunter?" Dean turned from his father and faced his little brother. "He deserves more than this Sam, and so do we. This was never our fight; it was his," he pointed at their dad. "I will come with you, and I will keep him safe," he spoke of Adam, "but I won't let you do to him what dad did to us."

"You will never be normal," Cas stepped in. He had only known Dean for hours but some instinct drew him to Dean and to his brother in a way he hadn't felt for his own brothers in a long time. "The only way to live that life that you want is to see this through and to play your part."

Dean looked at his feet and just shook his head. "So where is this kid?"

"Mama, pick me up," Priscilla half whined- half demanded.

Prue slung her four year old over her shoulder so that her head was in the crook of Prue's neck. Her little girl was definitely a Halliwell; she knew what she wanted and how to get it and she would never settle for anything less. That was why Prue had signed her up for her dance lessons, and because Pris could melt the devil's heart himself and Victor always felt pray to her not quite subtle manipulations.

Walking up the drive way to the house she shared with Sally, Prue dug in her purse for her keys and let herself in. "What the hell," she yelled when she saw Sally tied up to an armchair, blood staining her white t-shirt.

"She was a bad Mommy," Max appeared holding a butcher knife and his eyes flashed black.