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The first night was restless, for Adonia and Sam anyways. The girls had bought a separate room next to Sam and Dean with their own money. Genna was exhausted from the recent near death experience on the plane, but Adonia simply could not sleep. Dean had fallen right to sleep, but Sam had another nightmare. He has nightmares almost every night that wake him up from terror; it's sad, really.

Adonia laid in her own bed staring at the ceiling. She played some music on her iPod to help her sleep, but it wasn't working. She tried reading, but it only led to tears. She walked to the nearby vending machine, but she would forget what she wanted. After a while, she noticed the sun coming up. She knew no one would be awake just yet, so she at least showered and changed into some black, skinny jeans, a light turquoise, long sleeved, semi-dressy shirt, and black combat boots that still came off as stylish instead of worn out. By the time she ran out for coffee and returned, Genna was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Morning." Adonia said to her friend. Genna looked at her and yawned.

"Yeah. Morning." They laughed. Adonia grabbed her bag and slid it over her heard, making a diagonal line across her torso.

"I'm going to head next door. Just come on over when you're showered up and ready." She smiled and left Genna to prepare for the day. After three loud knocks, Dean opened the door with a rude expression.

"Is it completely necessary to knock so loud?" Adonia smirked and brushed past him.

"Absolutely." He rolled his eyes and shut the door. She took off her bag and took a sip from her coffee.

"Hey Sam." He nodded and replied, but continued drawing something on the motel sketch pads. He was clearly awake, but sitting comfortably on the bed. Adonia just shook her head and sat down at the small round table that was cluttered with papers and a laptop marked with stickers.

"So, checking your email?" She said trying to break the silence. Dean glared at her from over the laptop.

"Do I look like someone that gets emails?" Adonia smirked.

"Forget I even asked. I'm looking up recent events that may need some looking into. Am I the only one that cares about hunting evil things?" Dean said as he threw a book at Sam to catch his attention.

"No. I'm listening. Keep going." Sam said, then returning to his drawing. Another knock on the door and Adonia answered to find her red haired friend in her favorite black, leather jackets, black jeans, and boots.

"Great minds think alike, I see." Adonia added as she shut the door.

"...local man shoots himself in the head. Three times." Genna and Adonia managed to hear.

"Any of this sound interesting, pal?" Dean's tone was a more kind this time towards Sam. Sam stared at his drawing and mentioned that he had seen it before.

"Dean, I know where we need to go." Dean laughed slightly, but he was curious.

"Back home, back to Kansas." Genna threw her hands in the air.

"Isn't that the point?" Sam ignored her comment and showed them the drawing; it was a large tree. Sam explained that the same tree was a tree that stood in front of their childhood home. After the fire from their mother's death, they rebuilt the home and there was a new family that had recently moved in. Sam sensed that the family was in danger. Adonia was confused as to why he was suddenly motivated even more to go to Lawrence, but whatever got her there faster was of no concern to her.

Dean and Sam went on about why Sam was so confident about his "feelings". After beating around the bush, Sam finally admitted that the nightmares he was having lately tending to come true. Adonia and Genna looked at each in shock. A look that said "Could it be". They chimed back in and heard Sam mention witnessing "Jessica's" death, blood dripping from the ceiling and a fire. He forgot they were there for that moment.

"Wait, what?" Genna asked with harsh concern.

"Who's Jessica?" The girls were now standing up. The guys looked at each other and then back at them.

"Nothing. Look, this all has to mean something, right?" Genna didn't want to drop the subject and Adonia could sense it. She extended her hand in a "calm down" motion to hush her curious friend.

The trip was silent, but after a few hours, they made it safely. When they arrived to the house, Dean and Sam made the girls stay in the car, for personal reasons. They understood and waited patiently.

"What do you think that was all about?" Genna asked, eager to ask questions.

"Which part? The nightmares or the deaths?" Adonia let out a sigh and looked out the window to find the guys going into the house.

"This girl, Jessica...it sounds like she died the same way Mary did. I can't imagine what Sam could be going through. No wonder why he seems so closed." Adonia tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear to blend in with her wavy bun.

"As for the nightmares, they're definitely premonitions; only, a little different. He obviously isn't like me. Born with it, maybe, but why would it only kick in now? We'll have to check the Book of Shadows to see if there's something about temporary powers. That only makes me wonder if Dean has some kind of powers as well." Genna scoffed.

"Dean isn't capable of anything like that., I'm sure." Adonia nudged her and laughed.

Dean and Sam came back out of the house with Sam talking eagerly. When they got back in the car, they explained that there was a single mother and two children that lived there. Sam had a strong feeling that the same demon that killed his mother was going to do the same thing to this family. Dean didn't want to believe it, but he wanted to look into their father's whereabouts.

They arrived at the old car garage to ask their father's old coworker some questions. They let Genna take care of this since she was the expert out of the group when it came to asking the right questions.

"We're opening some of our unsolved cases and the Winchester disappearance is one of them." She explained sternly, but yet kind to John's friend.

"Well, what do you want to know about John?" He had a slur to his voice, but it didn't bother her.

"Whatever you remember and whatever sticks out in your mind." Everyone else stood around her to listen and play off as "part of the bureau".

"He was a stubborn bastard, I remember that," he began to say with a laugh, "and, uh, whatever the game, he hated to lose and all. It's that Marine thing. But, uh, he sure loved Mary and he doted on those kids."

"But that was before the fire." She purposely did not question herself. He concurred the statement sympathetically.

"Did he ever talk about that night?" She was becoming to quicken her questions.

"Nah. Not at first. I think he was in shock." She kept her thoughts on the actual answer to her question. It was apparent that she knew what she was doing and had confidence.

"Right, but eventually," again, another statement, "what did he say about it?"

"Ah, he wasn't thinkin' straight. He said, uh, he said something caused that fire and killed Mary." It was clear that he thought of it as a joke.

"Did he ever say what did it?"

"Nothing did it. It was an accident. And electrical short in the ceiling or walls or somethin'. I begged him to get some help, but, uh..." Without skipping a beat, Genna interrupted.

"But what?" She was more stern than kind.

"Well, it just got worse and worse."

"How?" Her audience was impressed with her quickness and determination to get answers.

"He started reading these strange old books and going to see this palm reader in town." Genna looked at Dean and Sam as she brought out paper and pen.

"Palm reader? Do you have their name?" He scoffed and denied a name.

"Missouri Mosley? That's a psychic?" Dean said interrupting Sam as he read the few psychics available in town. Dean brought out John's journal and pointed out a certain page.

"I went to Missouri and now I know the truth." Sam read curiously out loud.

"I always thought he meant the state." And on that note, the four hunters drove to have a talk with Missouri.

It was a house, an old house. Adonia half expected one of those fake psychics with a small room, sequins, and crystal ball. Genna leaned in and whispered,

"You should set up a place like this. Maybe get one of those turbid. You could be the next Miss Cleo." The girls laughed as Missouri walked into the room with another customer.

"Poor bastard. His woman is cold bangin' the gardener." The girls sympathized the man, but they couldn't help but to laugh to themselves.

"Why didn't you tell him the truth?" Dean said with a laugh.

"People don't come here for the truth. They come for good news. Well, Sam and Dean, I don't have all day for this." She motioned them in her direction, but took a glance at the others.

"Adonia, Genna, you too." They looked at each other confused, but followed. They walked into a living room type area with Missouri standing there with her hands on her hips and a smile. She seemed about middle-aged, but very charismatic.

"You all grew up to be so handsome and beautiful. You were a goof lookin' thing." She laughed directed at Dean. Everyone else laughed as well, except Dean.

"How do you know us?" Adonia asked regarding herself and Genna. Missouri smiled at them.

"John has told me so much about you and your families. He practically sees you as family." Genna and Adonia smiled at each other. Missouri reached for Sam's hand.

"Oh Sam. I'm sorry about your girlfriend. And your father, he's missing?" Adonia and Genna looked at each other with sad eyes. The final missing puzzle piece was set in place. Sam has lost his girlfriend the same way he lost his mother. Tears were building up, but Adonia held them back. Now was not the time.

"How'd you know all that?" Sam said without amusement.

"Well, you were thinkin' it just now."

"W-where is he? Is he okay?" Dean asked anxiously.

"I don't know." She said sincerely.

"D-don't know. You're supposed to be a psychic, right?" They could hear Dean's usual "smart ass" voice coming out.

"Boy, you see me sawing some boney tramp in half and I'm a magician? I may be able to sense thoughts and read energies in a room, but I can't guess and pull facts out of thin air. Sit! Please." Missouri's stereotypical Black, wise attitude came out clear as day and it was pretty funny. Genna always joked that Adonia was going to be just like that when she got older. They all sat down and Missouri suddenly spoke.

"Boy, you put your foot on my coffee table and I'll whack you with a spoon." Dean seemed like a little boy.

"I didn't do anything." He said innocently.

"Well, you were thinkin' about it." Everyone else was enjoying this so much. Getting back to business, Sam and Dean started asking questions. Missouri explained that John had come to her after the fire, hoping to sense echoes or fingerprints, any kind of supernatural trace. She never knew what it was, but she knew it was very evil. Unlike anything she has sensed before. No activity has been going on in the house ever since; no sudden deaths or freak accidents. It struck her curiosity as to why it was suddenly acting up. Sam thought something was about to happen with his father's disappearance and Jessica's death happening all at once.

With Missouri squeezed in the middle of the backseat, they all drove back to the house to see if she could sense anything now. Adonia was wondering why she hasn't had any visions lately. Perhaps it had something to do with her shock of the disappearance; she didn't know.

Something had clearly just happened. Jenny, the mother, was carrying her youngest son with fear in her eyes. She was hesitant to let anyone in the house, but with some convincing from Missouri, she let them in. Of course, that was lead with a slap on Dean's head and a quick lesson about manners, followed by sweet talking about the obvious pain Jenny was going through.

Sam's old nursery, the little boy's current room, was the source of the dark energy. However, it was not the same energy that took Mary. In fact, there is more than one that are there because of what happened to their family; a magnet for paranormal activity, a poltergeist. Dean guaranteed that no one was going to die in that house ever again. So, they returned to Missouri's house to get some herbs together. They were to be mixed together, put in small bags, and placed in the North, South, East, and West walls of the house.

Adonia convinced Jenny to take her son and daughter to the movies while they got rid of this thing. They all took care of a wall and Missouri took the basement. Genna was in the kitchen, cutting into the wall with a small ax. She heard a noise behind her and ducked quickly when a knife came flying at her. With her powers, she thrust the kitchen table upright to protect her, just in time for several knives to get stuck in the wood. Adonia in the babies room when a dresser came towards her. She quickly moved out of the way and knew something was wrong. She checked Jenny's bedroom and saw Sam on the floor with a lamp cord strangling him.

"Sam!" She ran next to him and tried pulling on the cord, but it was too tight. She didn't know what else to do, so she found the bag of herbs on the floor and quickly kicked in a part of the wall and put the bag in the wall. A bright white light nearly blinded her. She lifted her head from her arms when she knew the light was gone within seconds. Sam was grasping for air. She ran over and took the cord off and tried lifting him. She hugged him for comfort while he still tried to catch his breath. She had saved lives before, but nothing compared to that moment. She had never felt so grateful in her life.

Back downstairs in the kitchen, everyone gathered. The kitchen was a mess.

"You sure this is over?" Sam asked Missouri.

"I'm sure. Why? Why do you ask?

"Nevermind. It was nothing, I guess." Jenny came back in the house and wondered what happened. Sam offered to pay for everything and Missouri volunteered Dean's help to clean up.

"Well, what are you waiting for, boy? And don't cuss at me!" Dean sent her a glare, but did as he was told. They left after about twenty minutes and dropped Missouri off. The hunters drove back to the house and watched from across the street. Sam was confident about this feeling he had about the house. Unfortunately, he was right. In the window, Sam could see Jenny banging on the window for help; just like in his dream. They all ran inside with panic. The adrenaline hit them like a ton of bricks. Dean went to get Jenny and the rest went after the kids.

Dean kicked down Jenny's door and they ran for the little girl's room. Sam was already there with her son, but the girls were practically frozen. There was a figure engulfed in flames slowly walking towards the girl's bed. Sam froze too, but pushed through his shock and grabbed the girl.

"Let's go!" Sam yelled as he ran pass the girls. They snapped out of their trance and ran out of the house with them. Only to find Sam still in the house after they heard the little girl scream. She said that something took Sam, then the front door slammed shut. Dean, Adonia, and Genna went back to the car to grab weapons. They all ironically picked guns.

Dean tried kicking down the door, but the ax worked better. As the door was being torn apart, Adonia could hear the flames and dark whispers from the poltergeist.

"Dean, hurry!" He knock off two panels from the bottom of the door and just climbed though, the girls followed. They all called for Sam and found his pressed against a wall. Dean took out his gun, ready to shoot.

"Dean, don't!" Sam exclaimed. He stopped, but questioned his brother.

"I think I know who it is." Sam said as the poltergeist was starting to take a different form; Mary.

"Mom." Dean muttered. They couldn't believe it, for all different reasons. The girls have only seen pictures, but the boys had vague memories. She said her names with a smile on her face. She was so beautiful. She wore a white gown and her blonde waves seemed to just flow. Tears were forming in her eyes and she slowly backed away.

"You get out of my house and let go of my son." She said looking up at the ceiling and then burst into flames again. She was gone and Sam was released.

"Now it's over." He said between breaths.

As Dean thanked Jenny for their childhood photos, Adonia and Genna talked to the kids. Adonia was especially good with kids. She only worked with them since college, but also loves kids on a personal level. Missouri re-investigated the house and found no spirits. Turns out that Mary destroyed herself going after the poltergeist; to protect her boys.

Before getting back in the car, Missouri pulled the girls aside.

"Sam and Dean don't know, do they? About your powers?" Adonia felt a lump jump down her throat.

"I didn't think so. It might be best to keep it that way. They've been through a lot and I can tell they're already starting to trust you. But if you ever get the chance to protect them, make sure to do so." The girls nodded in understanding.

"Everyone has a secret to be kept." Missouri winked at them, but it only confused them.

"Don't be strangers!" She shouted as they all walked back to the car.

"I'll be seeing you." Missouri said while looking at Sam. The girls watched Missouri as they drove away. She was smirking at them leaving the girls nervous.