Hello. This is my first Supernatural story. I have come to really like the show but I have just finished season three, so please don't give me any spoilers. This is basically a remake of the series with the Winchester brothers having a sister. But there is something interesting about her. I hope you all like it. Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Chapter One: Home
Late at night, an underground subway train was running on the rails with occupants riding and filling up the train cars, expect one. A lone, dark haired female was sitting in one of the seats, leaning back against it and appearing to be asleep. However, she wasn't entirely alone. In one of the train's air ducts, a thick cloud of what looked like black smoke slithered out. Floating in the air, it made its way to the sleeping female. It gathered around her feet and started circling its way up her body until it made its way to her face. Then it inched towards her parted lips.
"Should I send you to Hell now, or play with you first?"
Then the thing was splashed with something wet and it backed away, roaring in pain. The dark haired female stood up.
"Holy water, always effective against your kind." she said, putting away the bottle she had pulled out.
She stared at the gathered up demonic cloud with her cold, dark eyes and pulled out a sheathed katana sword from behind her back. She placed her hand on the hilt and slowly walked towards it. She was about to pull out the weapon when the suddenly bright light of the subway tunnel blinded her. Taking advantage of this moment of weakness, the demon made it's escape by seeping through the cracks of the door of the train car.
"Damn." she cursed as the train came to a complete stop soon after.
Gripping her katana tightly, she shot out of the car when the doors opened and went after the demon, dodging the bodies of humans on the subway platform.
The young female made it above ground and onto the streets. She looked left and right for any sign of the demonic cloud. She raised her head a bit and sniffed the air, trying to separate the demon's scent from the people around. Pretty soon, she caught it. Not hesitating, she ran across the road, almost getting hit by a '67 Impala as she did so. She stared at the two, taken aback guys in the vehicle for a moment before taking off again, heading into an alleyway.
Once there, she stopped for a moment and looked around. When she looked up, she saw a small bit of the demon disappear onto a roof. Strapping her katana to her back, she started to climb up the wall ladder and headed up towards the roof. She made it to the top and looked around for the demon, her hand on the hilt of her weapon.
She slowly, and calmly, looked around the area, focusing her eyes and ears to find any trace of the demonic cloud. She heard a distant sound and quickly spun around, ready to pull out her katana. Instead of seeing the demon, she just saw a couple of rats scavenging for food. She exhaled slowly, her grip on the handle loosing just a little.
Suddenly, some invisible force pushed her from behind and she fell to the ground. Then she felt something grab her ankle and drag her to the edge of the roof. Just as she was pulled over the edge, she grabbed the edge with one hand and held on tightly. She grabbed it with her other hand and tried to pull herself up, but couldn't get her footing.
Then she saw the same thick cloud of black smoke appear in front of her.
"Cheap trick." she growled lowly, glaring at it.
It started moving towards her.
"Not today."
She reached behind her and grabbed the hilt of her katana. She pulled it out and stabbed the demon with the blade, burning and killing it. It soon disappeared into nothingness. She froze and listened, waiting to see if it would come back. After awhile, she sighed and sheathed her sword back. Grunting a bit, she managed to push herself up onto the roof and sat down.
"I'm glad it was a low level demon." she said to herself.
Sighing once more, she stood up and dusted herself off. She looked out into the city that she was in.
"Next stop, Lawrence, Kansas."
(Meanwhile)
A group of vampires had gathered and were discussing a problem that had recently captured their attention.
"So it's true?"
"Apparently. Someone like us is hunting other supernaturals. It's becoming a real problem."
"The strangest thing is, she doesn't kill or drink the blood of humans.
"Well, what do we do?"
"It would be bad if she found us and came after us. So we should find her before she finds us. We basically know only one thing about her and that's her name."
"What is it?"
"Lucy."
(In Lawrence, Kansas)
A woman was sitting on the floor of the of the dining room of the two-story house she had moved into not too long ago. She was going through some boxes, unpacking, when she came across a framed photo of her and her husband on their wedding day. She smiled at the picture.
"Mommy?"
The woman, Jenny, jumped a bit in surprise and looked up from the photo, seeing her young daughter standing there.
"Hey, sweetie. Why aren't you in bed?"
"There's something in my closet." her daughter, Sari, told her.
"See? There's nothing there." Jenny said after checking the girl's closet.
"You sure?"
"I'm sure." the woman confirmed, closing the closet door. "Now, come on. Into bed." she helped her daughter into bed and tucked her in.
"I don't like this house." Sari told her mother.
"You're just not used to it yet. But you and your brother and me, we are going to be very happy here. I promise." Jenny swore, leaning forward and kissing her forehead. "I love you." she said before turning off the lamp on the nightstand by the bed.
She was about to walk out of the room.
"The chair." the young girl said.
"Okay, right." the young woman picked up the wooden chair in the room and placed it under in front of the door. "Just to be safe."
Sari then laid down on her bed and Jenny walked out of the room.
The young mother was back in the dinning room and going through more boxes. As she was looking through one, she heard a strange rattling and tapping sound. She stopped what she was doing and listened, standing up from the floor. She sighed.
"Please, God, don't let it be rats."
Grabbing a flashlight, Jenny walked downstairs into the basement. She tried to turn on the lights but nothing happened when she flipped the switch. She looked around and saw a light bulb in the ceiling with a long string connected.
She pulled it to see if the light bulb would turn on but luck was not on her side at the moment.
"Terrific." she said sarcastically.
She looked around a bit more and accidentally hit her forehead on a lampshade that was hanging from the ceiling. Then she shined her flashlight on an old, metal box. Kneeling down beside it, Jenny flipped the latch and opened it. There were many different things in it. She picked up a small stack of photos.
One of a man with dark hair, the next one was of the same man with a beautiful, blonde woman. The one after that was of the couple together standing in front of an older version of the house with two boys, one being four and the other being only a few months old. Jenny smiled a bit at the picture and then turned it around, seeing it had writing on the back. It said 'The Winchesters. John, Mary, Dean, and Little Sammy'.
Then, out of the corner of her eye, the young mother saw a small stack of envelopes. She picked them up and saw they were from a Lila Crane to John Winchester.
(Meanwhile)
Sari gasped, sitting up when she heard a strange sound. She looked and saw the chair being moved from the closet by some invisible force. Then the closet doors started to open by themselves. The girl clutched the stuffed animal she was holding tightly, hearing a noise that sounded like low whispering. The doors were now open completely, revealing pitch darkness inside the closet. Then a form started to take shape inside, the form being covered in bright red, orange flames.
The girl screamed.
There was no light, the entire sky covered with dark clouds. Up in one of the windows of the two-story house, the figure of a woman was seen. She was banging on the glass, looking terrified and appeared to be shouting for help.
Sam Winchester gasped, waking up from the dream he just had. He quickly sat up in the bed of the motel he was staying in with his older brother, who was sleeping in the bed next to his. He sighed, trying to calm himself.
(The next morning)
"All right, I've been cruising some websites. Think I found a few candidates for our next gig." Dean informed, using his younger brother's laptop. "A fishing trawler found off the coast of Cali. It's crew vanished. And we got some cattle mutilations on West Texas." he looked and saw that Sam was busy focusing on drawing on a notepad. "Hey!" he said, making the younger male look at him. "Am I boring you with this hunting evil stuff?"
"No, I'm listening, keep going."
The older of the two sighed a bit as the other one returned back to drawing.
"And here a Sacramento man shot himself in the head..." he held up three fingers. "Three times." that didn't seem to get his brother's attention. "Any of these things blowing up your skirt, pal?"
"Wait, I've seen this." Sam said, talking about the bare tree he had repeatedly drew on the notepad.
"Seen what?"
Instead of answering, the young hunter got up from the bed and went over to his bag, getting out his father's journal. He opened it and pulled out a picture from one of the pockets that was on the inside. It was a photo was their family before the night their mother died. He looked and saw that the tree in the photo was the same as the one he drew.
"Dean, I know where we have to go next."
"Where?"
"Back home. Back to Kansas.
Dean scoffed a bit.
"Okay, random. Where did that come from?"
"Alright, um, this photo was taken in front of our old house, right? The house where Mom died?" Sam asked, showing him the picture.
"Yeah." the oldest replied, looking at the picture for a moment.
"It didn't burn down completely. They rebuilt it, right?"
"I guess so, yeah. What the hell are you talking about?"
"Okay, this is gonna sound crazy, but the people who live in our old house, I think they might be in danger." Sam told him.
"Why would you think that?" Dean questioned.
"Look, just..." the younger one didn't know how to explain it. "You got to trust me on this, okay?"
"Trust you? You got to give me a little bit more than that."
"I can't really explain is all." Sam said, starting to pack up.
"Well, tough. I'm not going anywhere until you do." Dean stated.
The hunter sighed, stopping his actions. He looked at his brother.
"I have these nightmares."
"I've noticed."
"And sometimes they come true."
"Come again?"
"Look, Dean..." Sam started to say. "I dreamt about Jessica's death for days before it happened."
"Sane people have weird dreams, man. I'm sure it's just a coincidence." Dean told him.
"No, I dreamt about the blood dripping, her on the ceiling, the fire, and I did't do anything cause I didn't believe it. And now I'm dreaming about that tree, our house, and some woman inside screaming for help. That's where it all started. This has to mean something."
"I don't know."
"What do you mean you don't know, Dean? This woman might be in danger. This might be the things that killed Mom and Jessica."
"All right, just slow down, would you?" the oldest said. He chuckled a bit humorlessly. "I mean, first you're telling me that you've got the shining, and then you tell me I gotta go back home. Especially when..."
"When what?"
"When I swore to myself that I would never go back there."
Sam didn't say anything as his brother turned his back.
"Look, Dean, we have to go and check it out. Just to make sure." he told him.
Dean was silent for a while. Then he turned around.
"I know we do."
(In Lawrence, Kansas)
The young woman rang the doorbell of the two-story house. She looked around the area, waiting. Not much longer, the door opened and revealed a pretty blonde woman.
"Can I help you?"
"Yes, I was hoping you could." the darker haired female replied. "You see, my family used to live here a long time ago."
"Your family?" Jenny questioned.
"Yes, the Winchesters, my name is Lucy."
"Well, I actually found photos of your family and I don't think I saw you in any of them."
"That's because I was born four years after my family moved out. I was an unexpected child."
"Aren't we all? Would you like to come in?"
"Yes, thank you." Lucy said, walking inside. "You said you found some photos of my family?" she questioned, looking around.
"Yeah, along with some letters." Jenny told her.
"Letters?" the dark haired female repeated, following the other woman further into the house.
"I found them in a box in the basement. They were addressed to your father from a Lila Crane."
"That's actually why I came here. Those letters are important to my Dad and he wanted me to come and get them for him."
"Well, they're still in the basement." Jenny said. "I didn't read them."
"I appreciate that. They're pretty private."
The blonde showed her to the door of the basement.
"I can show you where the box is."
"No, thanks, I'll manage." Lucy told her before opening the door and walking downstairs.
(Not much later)
The two brothers had just pulled up near their old home.
"You gonna be alright?" Sam asked Dean as he turned off the car.
"Let me get back to you on that." he replied, staring at the remodeled house.
They got out of the vehicle and walked over to the building. When they got to the front door they knocked on it. It wasn't long before a woman answered it and Sam immediately recognized her from his dream.
"Yes?" she said.
"Sorry to bother you, ma'am, but we're with the Federal-"
"I'm Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean." the youngest cut off his brother. "We used to live here. We were just driving and we were wondering if we could see the old place."
"You know, that's funny, because I found some of your old photos last night." Jenny told them.
"You did?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, and some letters addressed to your father. Your sister came in not too long ago."
"Our sister?" he repeated, pretty sure they didn't have one.
"Yeah, Lucy. She said she came to get the letters for your father."
"She did?" Sam questioned, just as confused as his brother.
"Why don't you come in and meet up with her?" Jenny said, opening the door wider for them to come in.
"Yeah, we should probably do that."
The two brothers walked in and the woman closed the door. They followed her into the kitchen, where they saw a young, very pretty woman with long, waist-length dark hair, that was in a high ponytail, and dark eyes. She was crouching besides a playpen and was handing a small boy, looking around two or three, some juice in a sippy cup.
"Excuse me, Lucy, your brothers are here." Jenny told her.
The dark haired female turned her head and saw the two hunters, a slight look of surprise appearing on her face. The brothers then remembered her being the one they almost hit when she suddenly ran out in front of their car.
"Oh, I wasn't expecting them to be here." Lucy said, standing up straight.
"Yeah, same here." Dean agreed. "Sis."
She narrowed her eyes a bit at him, staring at him a bit coldly. Then she turned to the blonde.
"I hope you don't mind, but I gave your son some of that juice that was in the fridge since he kept asking for it."
"Oh no, it's fine, Richie's kinda a juice junkie. But I least he won't get scurvy."
"That's true."
"So did you find the letters?"
"Yeah, I got everything I need." Lucy said. "I should probably go now, I got things to do."
"What's the rush?" Dean asked, stopping her from leaving. "We all just got here, sure it wouldn't hurt to stay a bit longer. Don't you think?"
The dark haired female stared at him, almost like she was deciding if she should hit him or not. Then she sighed.
"I guess my things can wait." she said.
"Great."
"Sari, this is Sam, Dean, and Lucy." Jenny introduced to her daughter, who was sitting at the table in the room. "They used to live here."
"Hi." she greeted softly.
"Hey, Sari." Sam greeted.
"So you just moved in?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, from Wichita." Jenny replied.
"You got family here, or..."
She was silent for a moment.
"No, I just, uh, needed a fresh start." she told them. "So new town, new job, as soon as I find one, and new house."
"So how are you liking it so far?" Sam asked.
"Well, all due respect to your childhood home, I mean, I'm sure you have a lot of happy memories here, but this place as it's issues."
"What do you mean?" Lucy asked.
"Well, it's just getting old." Jenny replied. "Like the wiring, you know? We've got flickering lights almost hourly."
"Well that's too bad." Dean remarked. "Anything else?"
"The sink's backed up, there's rats in the basement." she informed. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to complain."
"Nah, it's fine. Have you seen the rats, or just heard scratching?"
"Just the scratching, actually."
"Mom." Sari spoke up.
The brothers shared a look as the blonde went over to her daughter.
"Ask them if it was here when they lived here."
"What, Sari?" Sam asked.
"The thing in my closet."
"No, baby, there's nothing in there closets." Jenny told her. "Right?" she looked at the siblings.
"Right, no, of course not." the youngest brother said.
"She had a nightmare the other night."
"I wasn't dreaming." Sari insisted. "It came into my bedroom, and it was on fire."
That caught the brother's attention.
"Well, I should be going." Lucy spoke up. "Thank you for letting me in. Have a good day."
"Oh, you, too." Jenny said as the dark haired female walked out of the kitchen.
"Yeah, we better get going, too." Sam informed.
"Places to go, people to meet." Dean said. "See ya."
They both left.
Lucy was walking down the street, away from the house.
"Hey!"
She turned her head and looked at the male who had called out to her.
"Son of a..." she trailed off when she saw the brothers following her, turning her head and walking faster.
Much to her disappointment, they caught up with her.
"Alright, who the hell are you?" Dean demanded.
"Lucy." she replied simply, not looking at either of them as they kept walking. "Weren't you listening?"
"What were you doing in our old house?" Sam asked.
"Getting something that I needed. Now leave me alone."
"Not until you tell us why you were pretending to be our sister." the oldest said.
She didn't say anything.
"Hey, I said-" he grabbed her wrist but she grabbed his hand and twisted it painfully, making him let go.
"Touch me again, and I'll tear your hand off." Lucy threatened, her tone of voice and expression showing nothing but seriousness.
She released his hand and walked away again, not looking back them.
"Geez, what's her problem?" Dean questioned, rubbing his sore hand as he watched her retreating figure.
"You okay?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, but the girl has one hell of a grip. At least I managed to snag this." he held up an envelope with his other hand.
"Where did you get that?"
"Got it from her jacket pocket while she was trying to break my hand. Maybe this will tell us who the hell she is."
"Probably. You know, for some reason, I got this feeling from her. It's neither bad or good."
"We'll worry about that later. Right now, let's get out of here before she realizes she's a letter short and comes back." Dean said, heading back to the Impala.
"Dean, remember what Sari said. A figure on fire." Sam told him, following him.
"And that woman, Jenny, that was the woman in your dreams?"
"Yeah. And you heard when she talked about the scratching and flickering lights, both signs of a malevolent spirit."
"Yeah, well, I'm just freaked out that your weirdo visions are coming true." Dean said as they made it back to the car.
"Well forget about that for a minute. That thing in the house, do you think it's the same thing that killed Mom and Jessica?" Sam asked.
"I don't know."
"I mean, has it come back or has it been there the whole time?"
"Or maybe it's something else entirely, Sam, we don't know yet."
"Well, those people are in danger, Dean. We have to get them out of that house."
"And we will."
"No, now."
"And how are you gonna, do that, huh? You got a story she's gonna believe?"
"Then what are we suppose to do?"
(Meanwhile)
Lucy had stopped walking after getting a good distance away from the brothers. She reached into the pocket of her mini, black jacket and pulled out the envelops she had gotten from the house. She took noticed that all nine were sent on her birthday. Wait, nine? There should be ten. She was positive she got ten, unless...
"That bastard..." Lucy cursed.
Turning around, she headed back to the house to try to find the hunters.
(At a gas station)
"We just gotta chill out, that's all." Dean told his brother, standing outside the car. "If these was any other kind of job, what would we do?"
Sam exhaled.
"We try to figure out what we're dealing with." he said. "We dig into the history of the house."
"Exactly, except this time, we already now what happened."
"Yeah, but how much do we know? How much do you actually remember?"
The oldest looked at the youngest.
"About that night, you mean?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"Not much. I remember the fire, the heat, then I carried you out the front door."
"You did?" Sam questioned, that was the first time he head that.
"Yeah, you never knew that?"
"No." the young hunter shook his head.
"Well, you know Dad's story as well as I do. Mom was on the ceiling, and whatever put her there was long gone by the time Dad found her." Dean told him.
"And he never had a theory or an idea?"
"If he did, he kept it to himself. God knows we asked him enough times." he said as he sat on the trunk of the car with his brother.
"Okay, so if we're going to figure out what's going on now, we have to figure out what happened back then. And see if it's the same thing." Sam said.
"Yeah. Talk to Dad's friends, people who were there at the time."
"Does this feel like just another job to you?"
Dean didn't reply.
"Hey, we didn't check out that letter." he said, pulling out the envelope.
The youngest sighed at his brother trying to change the subject.
"Should we really open up?"
"Of course, I know you're just as curious about her and what she's planning." Dean said, looking at item he stole. "It's addressed to Dad from a Lila Crane."
"Lila Crane? That's the name of the character Vera Miles played in Psycho, isn't it?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, must be a fan. Understandable, that movie is awesome." the oldest declared.
He opened the envelope and pulled out a folded letter and also a photo of a beautiful woman with pure white hair and red eyes, in her arms was a newborn child.
"Wow." Dean said, looking at the woman. "Dad knew her? Wished he introduced me."
Sam rolled his eyes and took the letter from him, unfolding it.
"This letter was sent in 1987." he said, looking at the date at the top. He began to read the letter. "Dear John, I know our last meeting did not end well and I can not blame you if you still resent me. But I just had to write to you and tell you everything that has been going on. Many months after leaving, I have given birth to our daughter. I have named her Lucy, she looks very much like you. Even though you wish to never seen me again, I still want you to know about her. Every year on her birthday, I will write and send you a letter, telling you how she doing, I will also include pictures. Do not worry about how I will get the letters to you since you are always on the move, I will always find a way. I hope you will come to love Lucy has I love her, she is everything to me. I hope you and your sons are well. And, even though it is wishful thinking on my part, I hope to also see you again in person one more time. Love, Selena."
The two brothers were silent after reading the letter.
"T-There's no way, right?" Dean finally spoke after a moment. "Dad hooked up with this woman and that girl we ran into is..."
"I-I don't know." Sam replied. "It might be possible, I mean we don't always know what he did when he went hunting by himself."
"But, for Dad to..." the oldest trailed off. "I'll be back, I gotta go to the bathroom." he said, getting up and leaving his brother by himself.
He went to the other side of the gas station where the men's restroom was and pulled out his phone, dialing his father's number. After a few rings, the call went to voice mail and the familiar message played.
"Dad..." Dean started to say. "I know I've left you messages before. I don't even know if you get them. But I'm with Sam and we're in Lawrence and there's something in our old house. I don't know if it's the thing that killed Mom or not, but..." he took a breath to calm himself. "I don't know what to do. And we read one of the letters you got from that Selena woman. And we also meet Lucy, who might actually be our sister. So, whatever you're doing, if you could get here, please. I need your help, Dad." he hung up.
"No, sir, nothing weird down there, I promise." Jenny said to the plumber as she lead him in the kitchen and over to the sink. "The sink just backed up on it's own."
"Well, I'll take a look."
"Great, thanks. I'll get out of your way." she told him, leaving the kitchen.
The plumber soon got to work and it wasn't longer before he was under the sink. While he was working, a cymbal-banging monkey, that resting on a high chair, suddenly starting moving on it's own. he decided to ignore it and went back to work. He removed a pipe piece and tried to find anything that might be stuck in it. There wasn't anything. Then he reached under the sink and unplugged it. He looked back at the still moving toy. Not much longer, it suddenly stopped moving all together.
A little weirded out, the plumber got up and flipped the switch for the garbage disposal. Nothing happened and he flipped it a few more times but he still got the same results. Making sure it was turned off, he rolled up his sleeve and reached into the drain of the sink. While he was feeling around, he felt a tug. He pulled his arm back and saw nothing in his hand. Once again, he out his arm into the drain. Then, just out of no where, the garbage disposal turned on and he screamed in pain as he felt his arm getting cut, his blood flowing out of the pipes and into the bucket underneath it. While that was happening, the cymbal-banging monkey started playing all on it's own again.
(The next day, at Gunther's Auto Repair)
"So you and John Winchester used to own this auto sop together." Dean said to the owner.
"Yeah, we used to, a long time ago. As a matter of fact, it's been twenty years since town disappeared, so why are the cops so interested all of a sudden?"
"Oh, we're reopening some of our old cases, the Winchester disappearance is one of them."
"Uh huh, what do you wanna know about John?"
"Whatever you remember, you know, whatever sticks out in your mind."
"Well, he was a stubborn bastard, I remember that. And, whatever the game, he hated to lose, it was a whole Marine thing, ya know? But he sure loved Mary and he doted on those kids."
"But that was before the fire." Sam said.
"That's right." Gunther confirmed.
"He ever talk about that night?"
"Not at first, I think he was in shock."
"Right, but eventually, what did he say about it?"
"He said something caused that fire and killed Mary."
"He ever say what did it?" Dean asked.
"Nothing did it, it was an accident. A electrical shortage in the ceiling or walls or something. I begged him to get some help, but..."
"But what?"
"It just got worse and worse."
"How so?"
"He started reading these strange old books and started going to see this palm reader in town."
"You have a name for this palm reader?" Dean asked.
"No, afraid not."
"Let me ask you something else." Sam spoke up. "Did you ever happen to see him with this woman?" he showed the older man the photo of the white haired woman. "Her name is Selena."
"No, I've never heard him mention the name. And I'm positive I would remember seeing someone like her."
(Later)
"Alright, so there are a few psychics and palm readers in town." Sam informed, looking through a phone book that was at the payphone they had found. "There's someone named El Divno, there's the Mysterious Mr. Fortinsky, Missouri Moseley, and..."
"Wait, Missouri Moseley?" Dean questioned. "That's a psychic?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
The oldest opened the door of the driver's seat and pulled out their father's journal.
"In Dad's journal, first page, first sentence, read that." he handed the book to his brother.
"I went to Missouri, and I learned the truth." Sam read.
"I always thought he meant the state."
(In the office/home of Missouri)
The two brothers were in the sitting room, waiting for the psychic to get done with her other client and to see them.
"Alright then." they saw the lady psychic walk into the room with her client. "Don't you worry about a thing. Your wife is crazy about you."
"Thank you."
"Whew! Poor bastard." Missouri said after she closed the door when the customer walked out. "His woman is cold banging the gardener."
"Why didn't you tell him?" Dean asked.
"People don't come here for the truth, they come for good news." she replied, walking back into her office. She looked back at them when they were still sitting. "Well, Sam and Dean hurry up, I ain't got all day."
The two looked at each other before they stood up and followed the woman into her office.
"Well, let me look at ya." Missouri said as she looked the brothers up and down. "Haha, you boys grew up handsome." she looked at the oldest. "And you were one goofy looking kid." she told him. She turned her attention to the youngest. "Sam..." she grabbed his hand. Her expression turned sad and she looked at him with sympathetic eyes. "Oh, honey, I'm sorry about your girlfriend. And your father, he's missing?"
The hunters were taken aback from her knowing that when they didn't say anything.
"How did you know all that?" Sam asked as she let go his hand.
"Well, you were thinking it, just now."
"Where is he, is he okay?" Dean asked.
"I don't know."
"Don't know? You're suppose to be a psychic, right?"
"Boy, you see me sawing some bony tramp in half? You think I'm a magician?" Missouri retorted. She didn't give him a chance to reply. "I might be able to read thoughts and sense energies in the room, but I can't just pull facts out of thin air. Sit, please."
Sam chuckled a bit from his brother being told off and they sat down on the couch in the room while the woman sat in a chair across from them, a coffee table in-between them.
"Boy, you put your foot on my coffee table, I'm gonna whack you with a spoon." she said to Dean.
"I didn't do anything."
"Well, you were thinking about it."
Sam chuckled again as Missouri made herself comfortable in her chair.
"Okay, so, Dad..."
"Just wait a minute, Sam." she cut him off. "There's one more person coming."
"Who?
A moment later, they heard the door open and closed.
"Oh, there she is."
"Oh no." Dean said when he saw Lucy come into the office, a sheathed katana sword in her hand.
"I have a bone or two to pick with you, you thieving bastard." she told him.
"Glad you could join us, Lucy." Missouri said. "I'm Missouri."
She grabbed her free hand to shake it.
"Oh, sweetie..." she looked at the younger female with an expression that was sadder than the one she showed Sam. "Your mother..."
Lucy looked at her with slightly widened eyes.
"For you to see something like that, and being on your own for so long."
She pulled her hand back.
"I didn't come here to have my palm read or to get sympathy." she stated. "I came to get my letter back from him." she looked at the oldest brother.
"Letter? I don't remember any letter." Dean said, playing dumb.
"Maybe cutting off your fingers will refresh your memory."
"Girl, if you get blood in my house, I'm going to smack you." Missouri warned her before she could put her hand on the hilt of her weapon. "Now, did you take her letter?" she asked the hunter.
"Maybe."
"Give it back."
Dean scoffed a bit, reached into his jacket, and pulled out the letter he had stolen.
"Did you read it?" Lucy asked as she snatched it from him.
"Yeah, we did."
"So you know." she sighed. "Great. Yes, I am the younger sister to both of you. Younger, half-sister, I might add."
"You're not youngest anymore, Sammy." the oldest said.
"Your father met my mother four years after yours died." the dark haired female told them.
"How come Dad never told us about you?" Sam asked.
"Don't ask me, I only know what my mom told me. I never meet the old man. Well, now that I got my letter back, I'm outta here."
"Hold up." Missouri said just as she was about to leave. "Stay and have a seat, you might wan to hear what we're going to talk about."
"No, thanks, I've places to get to."
"Oh, you're not gonna leave with the way things are right now. That's not the kind of person you are."
"Touch someone's hand, read their mind, and you think you know them." Lucy muttered to herself. "Fine, I'll stay." she said.
She walked over to the couch and sat in-between the hunters, not looking at either of them. Sam and Dean stared at her for a while before turning their attention to the psychic.
"So, uh, when did you first meet our dad?" the youngest brother asked.
"He came for a reading a few days after the fire." Missouri replied. "I just told him what was really out there in the dark. I guess you could say I drew back the curtains for him."
"What about the fire? Do you know about what killed our mom?" the oldest asked.
"A little. Your Daddy took me to your house, hoping I could sense the echos, the fingerprints, of this thing."
"Did you?" Lucy questioned.
She shook her head.
"What was it?"
"I don't know, but it was evil."
(Meanwhile)
"Look, I feel just awful about that poor man's hand." Jenny said, on the phone. "But how can I be held liable? But I can't afford a lawyer."
Then she suddenly heard a sound upstairs.
"Listen, you're just have to let me call you back." she hung up. "Richie, Mommy is going to be right back, okay?" she said to her son, who was in his playpen.
"Okay."
"Okay." Jenny left the room, leaving her son by himself.
"So..." Missouri started to say after she had listened to what the brothers had told her. "You think something is back in that house?"
"Definitely." Sam said.
"I don't understand."
"What is it?" Lucy asked.
"I haven't been back inside, but I've been keeping an eye on the place and it's been quiet." the psychic told them. "No sudden deaths, no freak accidents, why is it acting up now?"
"We don't know, but with Dad going missing, Jessica dying, and now this house, all happening at once makes it feel like somethings starting." the youngest brother said.
"That's a comforting thought." Dean remarked.
"Well..." Lucy started to say, standing up. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm leaving."
"Where are you going?"
"Back to the house. I take it Missouri is coming, too."
"Of course, let me get my coat and purse."
"You guys are welcomed to come along, I don't care, it's your house." she told her brothers as the older woman walked out of the room .
"Wait just a sec, you still haven't told us why you were at our house in the first place." Sam said, standing up along with his brother.
"I went there to find some clues to where the old man might be. I want him to answer some questions I have for him."
"Well, we're looking for him, too. Maybe we can work together."
Dean turned to him with a look that seem to say, 'Hell no'.
"No, thanks, I prefer to work alone." Lucy said coolly. "Besides, I don't him very much." she looked at the oldest. "He has sticky fingers, which he will loose if he doesn't keep his hands to himself."
"Well I don't like you very much either." Dean told her. "You've got a bad attitude."
"You've just noticed this now?"
"You three."
The siblings looked towards Missouri, who was holding her purse and wearing her coat.
"Does this look like family therapy to you?" she asked sassily.
They shook their heads.
"Then save all this for later and come on."
(Back at the house)
Richie was playing in his playpen when the bars sudden fell down. Then the child-safety latch on the fridge was unlatched and the door opened. The toddler stood up and walked over to the appliance.
"Juicy." he said when he saw a sippy cup filled with juice inside.
He climbed into the refrigerator and picked it up. Just as he started to drink it, the door shut on its own and the latch was put back in place, sealing the boy inside.
"Well, Baby, either we have rats or Mommy is going crazy." Jenny said as she walked back into the kitchen.
She looked and saw that the bars of the playpen were down and her son was no where to be seen.
"Richie? Richie?"
She started to panic and went down the hall to see if she could find her son but she didn't.
"Baby, where are you?!" she called, getting very worried as she went back into the kitchen.
Then she saw some white liquid leaking from the fridge. Quickly, she went over and undid the latch, opening the door.
"Mommy."
"Oh my goodness!" Jenny cried in relief as she grabbed her son and pulled him out of the fridge, hugging him tightly and feeling how cold he had gotten.
Then she heard someone knock on the front door. Still holding the boy, she went and answered it, seeing the Winchester siblings.
"Sam, Dean, Lucy, what are you doing here?" she asked, trying to calm herself.
"Hey, Jenny." the youngest brother greeted. "This is our friend, Missouri." he gestured with his head to the lady psychic.
"If it's not too much trouble, we were hoping to show her the old house." the oldest told her. "For old times sake."
"You know, this actually isn't a good time." Jenny said. "I'm kinda busy."
"Listen, Jenny, it's important- Ow!"
"Can't you see she's upset, you idiot?" Lucy questioned after hitting him on the back of the head.
"Forgive this boy, he means well, he's just not the sharpest tool in the shed." Missouri told the blonde. "But hear me out, please."
"About what?" Jenny asked.
"About this house."
"What are you talking about?"
"I think you know what I'm talking about. You think there's something in this house, something that wants to hurt your family. Am I mistaken?"
"Who are you?" Jenny asked.
"We're people who can help." Lucy told her. "We can stop this thing, but you need to trust us."
"There's a dark energy around here." Missouri said as she and the siblings walked into Sari's room. "This room should be the center of it."
"Why?" Sam asked.
"This used to be your nursery, Sam." she told him. "This is where it all happened."
The young hunter looked up at the ceiling while his older brother pulled out his EMF and his younger, half-sister looked around the room.
"That an EMF?" Missouri asked, wandering around the room and looking for the source of the dark energy.
"Yeah." Dean replied.
"Amateur." the psychic said as she went over to the desk in the room.
Then the EMF started buzzing.
"I don't know if you boys should be disappointed or relieved, but this ain't the thing that took your mom."
"Are you sure?" Sam asked.
Missouri nodded.
"How do you know?"
"It isn't the same energy I felt the last time I was here, it's something different."
"What is it?" Lucy asked as the older woman went to the closet, opening it.
"Not it."the psychic replied, walking inside the closet. "Them. There's more than one spirit in this place."
"What are they doing here?" Dean asked.
"They're here because of what happened to your family." she told him, walking back out. "You see, all those years ago, real evil came to you. It walked this house, that kind of evil leaves wounds. And sometimes wounds get infected."
"I don't understand." Sam said.
"In other words, this place has become a magnet for paranormal energy." Lucy said, leaning against the wall. "It's attracted a poltergeist, a nasty one."
"That's right." Missouri confirmed. "And it won't rest until Jenny and her babies are dead."
"You said there was more than one spirit." the middle sibling said.
"There is. I just can't quite make out the second one." she told him, walking in and out of the closet again.
"Well, one thing's for sure no one's dying in this house ever again." Dean declared as he pocketed the EMF. "So whatever is here, how do we stop it?"
(Later that night)
"So what is all this stuff anyway?" the oldest asked, talking about the various herbs, powders, and other stuff he and Lucy were filling small, velvet bags with.
"Angelica root, van van oil, crossroad dirt, few other odds and ends." Missouri told him.
"What are we suppose to do with it?"
"We're gonna put them inside the walls, in the north, south, east, west corners on each floor of the house." his sister, he was not used to that yet, informed.
"Punching holes in the drywall, Jenny's gonna love that." Dean said sarcastically.
"She'll live." the psychic told him.
"And this will destroy the spirits?" Sam asked.
"It should. It should purify the house completely. We'll each take a floor."
"We're gonna have to work fast." Lucy stated. "Once the spirits know what we're up to, things are gonna get bad."
"I'm not sure I'm comfortable leaving you guys alone?" Jenny said as Missouri walked her and the kids out of the house.
"Just take your kids to the movies or something, it'll be over by the time you get back."
The blonde was reluctant but nodded. The psychic watch her leave with her children and then went back into the house.
Sam was in the master bedroom upstairs and was kneeling beside one of the walls, tapping it with the end of the wooden handle of the small axe he had, trying to find a hollow spot. Unknown to him, the plug of the lamp that wason a nearby nightstand unplugged itself and started to slither over to him.
Dean was in the kitchen and had just found the spot he needed to toss his bag in. As he used his small axe to make a hole in the wall, he was unaware of the knife drawer opening on its own.
Lucy was in a guest bedroom that was upstairs. She was tapping on the wall and trying to find a hollow spot for her bag. When she did, she used the end of the hilt of her katana to make a hole. She was unaware of wardrobe that was starting to tilt forward.
Missouri was in the basement, looking for a to put her own bag in. In the corner of the dark room, she found it behind some old floorboards. She tossed her bag in. When she did, she screamed when she saw a large trunk slid over and squish her lower body against the wall.
Just as he was about to toss his bag in, Dean heard something. He turned his head and dropped to the floor, just as a knife impaled itself into the cabinet his head was in front of just a mew second ago. He quickly sat up and turned the table on its side, just as more knifes went into it, the sharp blades sticking out on the other end.
Lucy had just put her bag in the hole she made when she heard a creaking sound. She turned her head and saw the wardrobe falling towards her. Holding her hand, the dark haired female caught it, but was forced on her back. She struggled to push it off, but it was too heavy, and it felt like something was trying to push it down and squash her. She grunted, her eyes closed as she felt her arms about to give out.
Just as she was about to get flattened by the invisible force, Lucy's eyes snapped open, revealing them to now be red, demonic cat eyes with thin, black pupils. Gritting her teeth together, her two canine teeth now longer and sharper, she shouted and pushed the wardrobe off to the side with newfound strength. Panting, the dark haired female sat up, her eyes still red and demonic.
Before he could make a hole into the wall, Sam heard a crash behind him. He turned his, just as the cord of the plug wrapped around his neck tightly and pulled him to the floor, strangling him. He gasped, his hands flying up to the cord around his neck and trying to pull it off, but it was useless. He saw the bag he had dropped and reached for. He managed to grab it, but the cord strangling him had weakened him and made him drop the bag again. His hands went back to trying to pulling the cord off, but all was in vain.
"Sam!" Lucy yelled when she came into the room and saw her brother getting strangled.
She put her hand on the hilt of her katana and pulled out the sharp, pure iron blade. Holding it over her head for a moment, she slashed it down on one length of the cord, cutting it in half.
Sam gasped as the pressure on his neck lessened and he was able to breathe better. As he was catching his breath, Lucy grabbed his bag and kicked a hole in the wall. She tossed it in and a bright white light appeared in the room, making her cover and close her eyes. When the light was gone, she put her arms down and opened her eyes. She then went over to her brother and helped his sit up, taking the rest of the cord off of his neck and tossing it to the side.
"Hey, are you okay?" she asked, grabbing both sides of his face and making him look at her.
Sam gasped for breath a few times and opened his eyes. He was going to reply when he saw her red, demonic eyes and sharp fangs.
"What's wrong?" Lucy questioned when she saw the shocked look on his face, unaware of what he was seeing.
"Y-You're..."
"What?" her eyes and canines turned back to normal.
"Uh, n-nothing." he told her, finally catching his breath. "T-Thanks for the help."
"Don't think about it." she said."Come on, let's go downstairs." she helped him.
"Y-Yeah..."
Everyone had gathered in the kitchen, which was a complete mess due to the poltergeist.
"Are you sure this is over?" Sam asked Missouri.
"I'm sure. Why? Why do you ask?"
"No, forget it, never mind."
Then they heard the door open and close, the hallway lights turning on.
"Hello? We're home." Jenny announced, walking into the kitchen with her children and soon gaping in shock from the room that looked like a disaster area. "What happened?" she asked.
"Hi, sorry about this." Sam apologized. "We'll pay for all of this."
Dean looked at him with an expression that said, 'We will?'.
"Don't you worry, Dean's gonna clean up this mess." Missouri told the blonde. Then she looked at the hunter. "Well what are you waiting for, Boy, get the mop."
He scoffed a bit, thinking of some unpleasant things about the psychic.
"And don't curse at me."
(Later that night, after the cleaning and the siblings and psychic left the house)
Jenny turned off the lamp on her nightstand and laid down her bed. Just as she was about to get to sleep, she felt a slight shaking. Then the shaking increased and she sat up. The entire bed was shaking back and forth, picking up speed. She screamed.
(Outside)
"Okay, tell me, what are we still doing here?" Dean asked his brother, sitting in the car and watching the house.
"I don't know, I still have a bad feeling." Sam told him.
"Why? Missouri did her whole Zelda Rubinstein thing, the house should be clean, this should be over."
"Yeah, probably, but I just want to make sure, that's all."
The oldest sighed and leaned back in the driver's seat.
"Yeah, well, problem is that I could be sleeping in a bed right now." he said.
Sam continued to watch the house and then he remembered what happened earlier with Lucy.
"Dean..."
"Yeah?"
"There's something I gotta tell you, it's about Lucy."
"What about her?"
"Well, earlier, she-"
The two jumped when there was a sudden, loud knock at the passenger window. They looked and saw a certain dark haired female.
"What are you doing here?" Dean asked after Sam rolled down the window. "I thought you left."
"Right back at you." Lucy retorted, her hands in the pockets of her black shorts. "Sam's question about it really being over made me stick around a bit longer to make things are really okay. Everything good?"
"Uh, so far." the middle sibling replied.
"Why do you care what happens?" the oldest asked.
"Despite what you might think, I actually have a conscience." she said. "As if I'm gonna leave when there's a chance of that lady and her kids getting hurt." she saw the second oldest staring at her. "What? You got a problem or something?"
"Uh, no, it's nothing."
She just 'hmped' and looked back at the house.
"Hey, something's going on."
The brothers looked back at the house and something, who someone, in the window of the master bedroom.
"It's Jenny." Lucy said. "She's in trouble." she took off running towards the house, Sam and Dean getting out of the car and following her. "Dean, you get Jenny, Sam and I will get the kids!" she told them, opening the door and going inside with them.
They raced upstairs and the oldest went to the master bedroom, trying to open the door but couldn't.
"Jenny!"
"I can't open the door!" he heard her yelled from the other side.
"Stand back!"
Stepping back a bit, Dean raised his leg and kicked the door open.
"Come on!" he said to the blonde.
"But my kids!"
"Sam and Lucy's got them, come on." he told her, taking her by the arm and leading her away.
"Sari!" Lucy yelled as she made it to the girl's room.
She looked in and saw a transparent figure made of fire, soon seeing Sari on her bed, crying out of fear. She went inside, avoiding the figure, and went over to her.
"Come on, it's okay." she said, picking up the girl. "Don't look at it."
Just as she walked out of the room, her second oldest brother came around the corner, carrying Richie. He looked in the room and saw the fiery figure.
"Sam, come on!" Lucy told him, grabbing his arm and pulling away from the room.
Dean and Jenny had made it safely outside and looked back at the house, not seeing the other two hunters coming out with the kids.
"Wait, Lucy."
"What? Now's not a good time, Sam." the dark haired female said when her brother stopped her after that made it down the stairs.
"Here, take them both out." he told him, handing her the young boy.
"What?"
Suddenly, Sam was pulled to the floor.
"Sam!" Lucy yelled when her brother was dragged into the kitchen by an invisible force. Cursing, she knelt down and sent both kids down, handing Richie to his sister. "Sari, take your brother and ran outside as fast as you can. Don't look bad, okay?"
When the girl nodded, she stood up and ran into the kitchen.
"Oh, are you okay?" Jenny asked when she saw her children run out of the house, picking up and hugging Richie.
"Sari, where's Sam and Lucy?" Dean asked the girl.
"They're inside. Something got Sam and Lucy went away him."
The hunter looked back at the house and saw the door slam shut. He quickly ran to the Impala and popped up the truck, lifting up the secret compartment where they stored all their weapons. He grabbed a shotgun, checking it and seeing it had rock salt bullets, grabbed a few more, and picked up a small axe. Closing both the compartment and truck, Dean raced back to the house, trying to kick down the door when he got to it but was unable to. He used the axe to try to break it down, getting in some cracks.
"Sam!" Lucy yelled when she saw her brother being tossed into some cabinets.
He stood up and was pushed into the wall, finding his body unable to move. Before she could do anything, she felt something shove her into another wall, holding her in place. They both struggled to move but it was all in vain.
"Sam! Lucy!" they heard Dean yell after he made a hole in the door.
Then they saw the same fiery figure walk into the kitchen. As it walked towards them, the oldest sibling came in him after he had chopped a hole large enough for him to come into the house. When he saw the figure, Dean pointed his shotgun at it.
"No, Dean, wait." Sam told him before he pulled the trigger.
"Why?"
"Because I know who it is."
Then something started to happen to the figure. The flames started to disappear and the figure turned into a beautiful women who blonde hair and wearing a white nightgown. Dean started at her in shock and slowly lowered the gun.
"Mom?"
"Dean." she said as she walked over to him and stared at him for a moment. Then she went over to the youngest brother, who was still pinned to the wall along with his sister. "Sam, I'm sorry."
"For what?" he asked, almost crying from seeing his dead mother for the first time in forever.
Instead of answering, Mary just stared at him for a moment. Then she turned around and went to the spot she was standing in previously.
"You get out of my house." she said, looking up at the ceiling. "And let go of my son."
Then her whole body burst into bright red, orange flames, making the siblings close their eyes a bit from the sudden brightness. Then the fire shot up into the ceiling and made contact with the invisible poltergeist, burning it. Then the fire disappeared and the hold that was holding Sam and Lucy down was gone and they could move again. They looked at the ceiling and everything was silent.
"Now it's over." the middle sibling said.
(The next morning)
Dean was looking at some old photos that he found in their father's old box, which was given to him by Jenny and now in the backseat of the Impala.
"Thanks for these." he told her.
"Don't thank me, they're yours." she replied.
He put the pictures back in the box and closed it.
"Well, there are no more spirits in there this time for sure." Missouri said as she came out of the house after checking it for spirits and sat down on the porch staircase with Sam and Lucy.
"Not even my mom?" he asked.
"No." she shook her head.
"What happened?"
"Your mom's spirit and the poltergeist's energy cancelled each other out. She destroyed herself going after that thing.
"Why would she do that?" Sam questioned.
"To protect her sons, obviously." Lucy told him.
The young hunter didn't say anything and looked down. The dark haired female looked at him and raised her hand, going to put it on his shoulder in a comforting matter but decided against it and put her hand down.
"Sam, I'm sorry." Missouri apologized to him.
"For what?" he asked, turning his attention to her.
"You sensed it was here, didn't you? Even when I couldn't."
He didn't reply at first.
"What's happening to me?" he finally questioned.
"I know I should have all the answers, but I don't know." Missouri told him.
"Sam, you ready?" Dean called after saying goodbye to Jenny.
"Yeah, coming."
"Lucy..." the psychic started to say as Sam stood up and went over to where his brother was. "I take it the boys haven't figured out what you are."
"Nope." she replied.
"You plan on telling them?"
"Not really."
"Well, I suggest you do before they figure out at a bad time."
Lucy scoffed. "You make it sound like I'm going with them."
"Aren't you?"
The dark haired female sighed.
"Psychics." she mumbled, standing up and walking to where the brothers are. "Alright, where are we going?"
"Excuse me?" Dean asked.
"Where are we going next?"
"You're coming with us?" Sam questioned.
"That's why I'm asking." Lucy said.
"I thought you preferred to work alone."
"Yeah, well, the letters didn't give me as much as I would have liked. I don't really want to tag along with you, but since you guys are looking for the old man, too, what the hell, we could find him faster. And you did offer to work together. Unless that offer is off the table now."
"Uh, no, it's not. You're welcomed to come."
"Dude." Dean said.
"Dean, she's our sister." Sam told his brother.
"That doesn't mean we have to take her with us."
"If you're worried that I'll slow you down, trust me..." Lucy unsheathed her sword a little. "I can take care of myself." she put it back in place.
"Come on, Dean." the middle sibling said.
The oldest looked at the two and sighed.
"Alright, fine. But you're paying for you own things." he told the youngest. "And we need to get you some new ID's."
"Sure." Lucy agreed.
"You kids don't be strangers now." Missouri said to them.
"Got it." Sam replied as they waved to her.
"See ya around."
The siblings climbed into the car, Lucy getting in the back while her brothers got into the front.
"It smells in here." she said. "And it's filthy back here. We're gonna have to clean this car."
"We are?" Dean questioned.
"Yes, we are." she confirmed. "Any objections?"
He was going to saw something but saw the look she had from the rear view mirror.
"No."
"Good."
"I'm regretting this already." Dean told his brother as he started to car.
The lady psychic watched the siblings drive away.
Missouri walked into her home and into her office, putting her purse on the table.
"That boy..." she started to say, talking about Sam. "He has such powerful abilities. Why he couldn't sense his own father, I have no idea." she turned to the man sitting on the couch in her office.
"Mary's spirit..." John Winchester started to say. "Do you really think she saved the boys?"
"I do."
The hunter looked at the wedding ring on the finger of his left hand.
"John Winchester, I could just slap you." Missouri told him. "Why don't you go talk to your children?"
He didn't reply for a moment.
"I do want to." he finally said. "You have no idea I much I want to see them. But I can't, not yet. Not until I know the truth."
"And Lucy? What about her? She has so many questions she wants you to answer about her mother. And what she is. I'm worried about what the boys might do to her if they find out on their own."
"I want to see her just as badly. I've always wanted to meet her in person, but I have to wait. As for what she is, Sam and Dean won't hurt her. Because she's their sister."
To be continued...
Done. I hope guys enjoyed this chapter. Please let know what you think about it in your reviews. I hope you all liked Lucy, more will be realized about her in future chapter. Until next time.