CHAPTER 3: PSYCHICS

The conversation was lengthy and full of questions. Especially from Cas. Dean asked more about if I had ever shown having powers before. The answer was no. We thought about our next course of action. He wanted to contact Rowena and Crowley.

"No! They will us take advantage of us." I argued. "What about Missouri?"

"Missouri?" Dean asked. "We haven't talked to her in a decade."

"And why not?"

"We didn't want to drag her into anything then we sort of…" He trailed.

"Out of sight, out of mind. Or little too late?" I asked.

He just shrugged saying it didn't really matter.

"Well, I vote we go. She would know more than anyone else and not kill us later." I said, stubbornly leaving no room to argue. "Capiche."

"Capiche." Dean replied.

"You say Caposh back." I informed.

"Technically both of you are wrong. It Italian for…" Cas started.

"I'll stop you right there. I am impressed, but not interested." I cut him off from going into a full, long history of it all.

We all loaded up in the Impala and drove from Lebanon to Lawrence. Through the first hour I dealt with Dean's music. He was impressed that I knew some of them. The problem was that some sucked and I didn't want to hear anyone. He turned it off and I pulled out Sam's phone. I listened to some of his music for thirty minutes. Some of it was good, like Pearl Jam, but most of it was awful also. I pulled up YouTube and listened to music.

"Whatcha listening to?" Dean asked.

"Country." I answered.

"What song?"

"Um, Tennessee Whiskey by Chris Stapleton." I responded. "Do you wat to hear?" I looked over at him, silently begging.

His eyes widen a little, then his face softened. Oh, right. The irresistible puppy dog eyes. I could use to that.

"Sure." He rolled his eyes. After hearing it, he commented. "That sucked. Why is country so sad or slow?"

"It isn't always. His other song is kinda funny. And I the newer guys aren't. They created something called country pop."

"Yeah. I don't think I want to hear that."

"Well, maybe I do." Mary said. "I have some catching up to do."

I beamed. I played Nobody to Blame. Then some of country pop's finest, like Jason Aldean, Luke Bryan, and Thomas Rhett. She didn't seem to like it too much, but didn't say anything. I decided to stop torturing them.

"I discovered a new Johnny Cash song." I looked at Dean.

"Really? What is it?"

"Ghost Riders in the Sky. My mom said someone else did it."

"Okay."

As it played, I thought about things. I thought about my new powers, my future, and what was to come. What if Missouri couldn't help? And what did this mean? Could this new ability help me somehow? Would it become more? I leaned my head against the window and tried to forget it. Instead, I imagined what the song looked like. All I thought of was the ghost riders in season 6 of Teen Wolf. Which made me wonder what they were up to? I wondered if I would ever see them again. I really started to miss them.

The car stopped and I saw her house. I suddenly felt nervous and too big. Lumbering out of the car, we walked up to the door. A lot of things had changed since we saw her last. They weren't two boys looking for their father, with no mother, or friends. They had changed so much.

The door opened up to reveal a small, plump looking woman with greying hair, a wrinkled face, and a stern look. I felt so anxious that I started to twist my fingers.

"I see. More trouble. Isn't always-. Oh my." Her eyes widen. "Mary?"

All four of us explained the events since we saw her. We did brush some things under the rug. We told her that Sam's powers got strong and he was killed, Dean sold his soul and died, Castiel saved him, Sam trusted the wrong girl and she rose Satan, Sam's killed Satan and died as a result, Castiel brought him back without powers and Sam lost his mind, Castiel fixed Sam and went crazy, then around that time Leviathans mysteriously escaped, then Dean and Cas went to Purgatory. Both escaped, then we tried to close up Hell, and Dean had the Mark of Cain forced on him, and then he had it ripped off him by a witch and she released the Darkness. After that we battled the Darkness, met God, put things right, and as a gift we got Mom.

"I have a feeling you boys are editing somethings and leaving out things, but no matter. The problem is what is up with this child." She stared at me. "You aren't Sam."

"No. I am Heartland." I went on to quickly explain the time traveling, without mentioning the Lilium, and told her what happened with Mary.

"Hmm. That reminds me of Psychometry. It is where you can touch something and gather information. But that would only work if Mary had the ability. Not you. And it is fact based, not emotion. It will only tell its maker and uses." She looked back and forth. "I want you to try to give me a memory."

"Anything specific?" I asked.

"When Sam and Dean found their Dad."

"Okay. Give me your hand." I held out Sam's large one.

As soon as my skin touched hers, everything melted away. We were standing a dark room. We heard Dean say 'Dad?' They all stepped into the light and we say their clawed up faced. They hugged. Both stood there and watched as it changed and it showed John telling the boys how he only saw evil everywhere. Then Sam and John smiling as they talked about his college fund. It melted away and turned into Missouri's house. Like last time, I was freaked out, dizzy, and confused. Dean and Mary comforted me as Missouri ran to get some water. She handed it to me and I thanked her.

"So what was that?" I asked.

"Well…it sure is amazing and really clear. I believe it is Sam's psychic waves and yours mixing. Both of you appear to have psychic abilities. This world and Sam brought yours out. You can transfer memories, possibly even thoughts and emotions. I don't know a name for it or what it will become. You are very unique. I can try to help…" Missouri trailed off.

"I would like that."