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A/N: Hey everyone! Thanks to all of you who reviewed the prologue. This is my first story ever so please be gentle. Let me know what you all think!

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Chapter 1

At the motel, Dean, Sam, and Haley are all sleeping, when Sam wakes up from a dream he just had that seemed so real. He looks around the motel room seeing that his brother and niece are sound asleep. He starts thinking about the dream he just had, trying to put the pieces together of what his dream means until he falls back into a deep sleep.

The next morning Dean is on the computer while Sam is drawing a picture of a tree that was in his dream and Haley is still sound asleep.

"All right. I've been crusin' some websites. I think I found a few candidates for our next gig. A fishing trawler found off the coast of Cali- - its crew vanished. And, uh, we got some cattle mutilations in West Texas. Hey." Sam looks up from his drawing. " Am I boring you with this hunting evil stuff?"

"No. I'm listening. Keep going." He looks back at his drawing.

"And, here, a Sacramento man shot himself in the head. Three times." He waves his hand in front of Sam's face. "Any of these things blowin' up your skirt, pal?"

"Wait. I've seen this." Sam says staring at the picture he drew.

"Seen what?" Sam gets up from the bed and goes searching through his duffel bag. "What are you doing?" Sam finds a photo of their family when he was a baby. He compares the tree in the photo to his drawing. And they look very similar.

"Dean, I know where we have to go next."

"Where?"

"Back home- - Back to Kansas."

"Okay, random. Where'd that come from?"

"All right, um, this photo was taken in front of our old house- - I think they might be in danger." He shows Dean the photo.

"Why would you think that?"

Uh…It's just, um… look, just trust me on this, okay?" He starts to walk away and Dean follows him.

"Wait, whoa, whoa, trust you?"

"Yeah."

"Come on, man, that's weak. You gotta give me a little bit more than that."

"I can't really explain it is all."

"Well, tough. I'm not goin' anywhere until you do." Sam sighs while Dean waits expectantly.

"I have these nightmares."

"I've noticed." Dean nods.

"And sometimes… they come true."

"Come again?" Dean asked stunned.

"Look, Dean…I dreamt about Jessica's death—for days before it happened."

"Sam, people have weird dreams, man. I'm sure it's just a coincidence." He sits down on the bed across from where Haley is sleeping.

"No, I dreamt about the blood dripping, her on the ceiling, the fire, everything, and I didn't do anything about it 'cause I didn't believe it. And now I'm dreaming about that tree, about our house, and about some woman inside screaming for help. I mean, that's where it all started, man, this has to mean something, right?"

"I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know, Dean? This woman might be in danger. I mean, this might even be the thing that killed Mom, Kylie, and Jessica!"

"Oh my god! Do you two ever stop arguing?! Seriously you both act like two year olds." Haley says her voice still groggy from sleep.

"You should know the routine by now Hales; we fight then make up." Sam tells her as she raises her eye brows.

"Yeah. Okay. Well, when you two "make up…" she air quotes using her fingers, then continues, "please do it quietly and somewhere far away from me!"

"I didn't mean-" Sam starts to say, but is cut off.

"Makeup?! What is wrong with you?!" Dean yells.

"That's not what I meant!" He looks at Dean then back at Haley.

"Awkward!" Haley looks at the two brothers.

"So, what's this about your dreams coming true?" Haley asks as she leans against the headboard.

"Never mind about that, just go get ready." Dean tells her.

"Yes, old wise one." She says.

"Old? Come on, would an old man have a body like this?" He asks his daughter as he does a pose.

"Don't flatter yourself grandpa." She throws her towel over her shoulder and walks to the bathroom. They wait till she's gone before they continue their conversation. Dean turns his attention to Sam.

"Dude, first you tell me that you've got the Shining? And then you tell me that I've gotta go back home? Especially when…"

"When what?"

"When I swore to myself that I would never go back there?"

"Look, Dean, we have to check this out. Just to make sure."

"I know we do."

--

Sam, Dean and Haley pull up in front of the old Winchester house.

"So why are we here again?" Haley asks.

"We think we got a gig." Sam says.

"Yeah? A gig on what?"

"Don't really know yet." Dean answers for Sam.

"Okaay…" She says a little confused.

"Can we please just get out of the car and get this over with?" Dean asks sounding a little irritated.

"Jeeze, well someone's getting a little grumpy in their old age." Sam and Haley laugh while Dean just tries to ignore them.

"You gonna be all right, man?" Sam asks his brother as they walk up to the front door.

"Let me get back to you on that." After knocking on the front door a woman named Jenny answers it. Sam is shocked to see that she is the same woman from his dream.

"Yes?" Jenny asks.

"Sorry to bother you, ma'am, but we're with the Federal…" Dean is cut off by Sam.

"I'm Sam Winchester, and this is my brother Dean. We used to live here. You know, were just drivin' by, and we were wondering if we could come see the old place."

"And I'm Haley Winchester by the way." Haley shakes Jenny's hand.

"Winchester. Yeah, that's so funny. You know, I think I found some of your photos the other night."

"You did?" Dean asks a little shocked. Jenny nods and steps aside.

"Come on in." They go inside. They see a little girl at the table doing homework. And her toddler brother in his playpen.

"Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice!" the toddler yells as he jumps up and down. Haley smiles and waves at him.

"That's Ritchie. He's kind of a juice junkie." She takes a sippy cup out of the refrigerator and hands it to Ritchie. "But, hey, at least he wont get scurvy." She walks over to her daughter. "Sari, this is Sam, Dean, and Haley. They used to live here.

"Well, I never lived here. This place kinda burned down when they were younger so I sorta lived from place, to place, to place and I kinda grew up like all over the place and…." She started talking really fast when she is cut off by her dad.

"Okay, I think they get it." He gives a nervous laugh.

"Sorry I tend to talk a lot when I'm uncomfortable." She whispers to her dad.

"I know." He whispers back.

"Hi." Sari finally says now that she can get a word in. Dean and Haley wave.

"Hey, Sari." Sam says back.

"So, you just moved in?" Haley asks turning her attention to Jenny.

"No. I just, uh…needed a fresh start, that's all. So, new town, new job- - I mean, as soon as I find one. New house." Haley nods.

"So, how you likin' it so far?' Sam smiles.

"Well,uh, all due respect to your childhood home- -I mean, I'm sure you had lots of happy memories here." Dean smiles weakly and Haley notices. "But this place has its issues."

"What do you mean?" Sam's smile fades.

"Well, it's just getting old. Like the wiring, you know? We've got flickering lights almost hourly."

"Oh, that's too bad. What else?" Dean starts getting more interested.

"um…sink's backed up, there's rats in the basement." She pauses. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to complain."

"No. Have you seen the rats or have you just heard scratching?" Dean asks.

"It's just scratching, actually."

"Mom?" Jenny kneels down next to her. "Ask them if it was here when they lived here."

"What, Sari?" Sam asks the little girl.

"The thing in my closet."

"Oh, no, baby, there was nothing in their closets." She looks to Dean and Sam. "Right?"

"Right. No, no, of course not." Sam looks at Sari.

"She had a nightmare the other night." Jenny informs them.

"I wasn't dreaming. It came into my bedroom and it was on fire." Haley can see the shocked expressions on her dad and uncle's faces. Now Haley was really confused.

--

Sam, Dean and Haley are walking back to the car.

"Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on here?" Haley asks sounding angry.

"What do you mean?" Sam asks in a low voice.

"What do I mean? I mean, why the hell are we even here in the first place when you swore to yourself that you would never come back here." She looks at her father. "I think it's about time someone told me the truth."

They told her about how the house fires that her mom, grandmother, and Jess died in weren't really house fires. All about the yellow eyed demon and their dad's obsession to kill that damned thing. And all about Sam's nightmares.

"My god, how can I be so stupid. I should've known the fires had to with something supernatural. I mean, what are the chances that three people we know all died in house fires. God, I'm so stupid. Why didn't I figure this out sooner?" She mentally kicks herself.

"You're just gullible, that's all." Dean smirks and Haley glares at him.

"This all makes sense now. Well, in a weird kind of way. Why didn't you guys tell me this sooner?"

"I don't know, I guess we just wanted to protect you. I never wanted this life for you. I didn't want you to grow up like we did. We were raised like warriors. And I know that we can't always b there to protect you…" Haley cuts him off.

"Dad it's okay. I wouldn't change this for the world. And by the way what happen to no chick flick moments?" They laugh. "You're getting a little soft there in your old age."

"Okay, okay. Can we stop with the "old" jokes now." Dean asks with a serious look on his face.

"Fine. You big baby." Haley smiles and Dean is about to say something when Sam interrupts.

"Can we just get back to the case now?" They both look at Sam.

"Okay. So… a figure on fire, what's that about?" Haley asks.

"And that woman, Jenny, that was the woman in your dreams?" Dean adds.

"Yeah. And you hear what she was talking about? Scratching, flickering lights, both signs of a malevolent spirit."

"Yeah, well, we're just freaked out that you're weirdo visions are coming true." Haley tells him.

"Well, forget about that for a minute. The thing in the house, do you think it's the thing that killed Mom, Jess, and Kylie?"

"I don't know!"

"Well, has it come back or has it been here the whole time?" Haley shares.

"Or maybe it's something else entirely, we don't know yet." Dean says.

"Well, those people are in danger, Dean. We have to get them out of that house."

"And we will."

"No, I mean now."

"And how are we gonna do that Uncle Sam? You got a story that she's gonna believe?" Haley adds.

"Then what are we supposed to do." He looks at his brother and niece.

They arrive back at the motel. Haley decides to take another shower while the brothers get back to thinking about the case.

"We just gotta chill out, that's all. You know, if this was any other kind of job, what would we do." Dean asks his brother. Sam sighs.

"We'd try to figure out what we were dealin' with. We'd dig into the history of the house."

"Exactly, except this time, we already know what happened."

"Yeah, but how much do we know? I mean, how much do you actually remember?"

"About that night, you mean?"

"Yeah."

"Not much. I remember the fire… the heat." He pauses for a moment. "And then I carried you out the front door."

"You did?"

"Yeah, what, you never knew that?"

"No." Sam says shaking his head.

"And, well, you know Dad's story as well as I do. Mom was…was on the ceiling. And whatever put her there was long gone by the time Dad found her."

"And he never had a theory about what did it?"

"If he did, he kept it to himself. God knows we asked him enough times."

"Okay. So, if we're gonna figure out what's goin' on now… we have to figure out what happened back then. And see if it's the same thing."

"Yeah. We'll talk to Dad's friends, neighbors, people who were there at the time."

"Does this feel like another job to you?" Sam asks his brother. Dean says nothing for a moment.

"I'll be right back. I left something in the car." He walks out the door and takes out his cell phone. He turns a corner to make sure no one can see him, he dials his dad's number and gets his voicemail. This is John Winchester. If this is an emergency, call my son, Dean at 866-907-3235. He hears the beep. "Dad? I know I've left you messages before. I don't even know if you'll get 'em." He clears his throat. But Haley and I are with Sam. And we're in Lawrence. And there's somethin' in our old house. I don't know if it's the thing that killed Mom or not, but…" He pauses, barely keeping himself together. "I don't know what to do. So, whatever you're doin', if you could get here. Please. I need your help, Dad." Dean hangs up sadly, with tears in his eyes.

A/N: There's the first chapter…let me know how I did and what you all think. There will be more Dean, Sam, and Haley interactions in the following chapters. I just wanted you all to get an idea of the three of the working/hunting together. Please, please, please review!!