Chapter Four / / There Is No Place like Home
"Alright, I've been cruising some websites. I think I found a few candidates for our next gig," Dean said, taking a sip out of his mug of coffee. He sat at their current motel's table, reading through some news stories on the laptop. Andie was across from him, scanning through a local newspaper. Both were searching for their next hunt, while Sam sat on the bed, his head buried in a notebook.
"Okay, what?" Andie asked, placing the newspaper down on to the table.
"A fishing trawler found off the coast of Cali, it's crew vanished," he said, "And uh, we got some cattle mutilations in West Texas." He stopped, once he noticed Sam wasn't listening. Dean and Andie turned towards their brother, glancing once at each other, confused.
"Hey. Are we boring you with this hunting evil stuff?" Dean asked.
Sam looked up from the notebook for a second, before returning his gaze back towards whatever he was drawing. "No, I'm listening. Keep going."
"And, here, a Sacramento man shot himself in the head. Three times," Dean continued, but Sam still wasn't listening. He waved a hand as a try to get his brother's attention. "Any of these blowing up your skirt, pal?"
Andie shared one more puzzled look with Dean. Their last few weeks had consisted of a shapeshifter, who had taken the form of Dean, and had put him on to the FBI's most wanted list, only for Dean to later be declared dead when government officials found the shapeshifter, still as Dean, dead. Then the Winchesters had taken a hunt for the Hookman, or a spirit similar to the urban legend, like the Bloody Mary they had faced. After that, they helped a family survive through an old, Native American curse placed on to the land the Realtor father was building on, which caused bugs to claim the lives of people, from a construction worker to a real estate agent. On top of that, some good 'ole family drama. Through out the weeks since leaving Toledo, Ohio, since the night in Estate Antiques, Sam was giving Andie the cold-shoulder. At first, Andie had accepted it, believed that she deserved it, but it had been weeks now, and Sam showed no sign on lightening up on his passive aggressive ways. Dean didn't know what was going with the twins. He had shot them looks, trying to hint one to start talking, but neither did nor wanted to. But when Sam started was paying no attention to him, Dean took it as Sam was now acting cold towards him, so he was confused to what he had done.
Andie was trying real hard to get on Sam's good side again, continuing to act like everything was fine, pushing away an anger she may have had, and be pleasant enough. She crossed over to Sam, and curiously peered over his shoulder to a sketch of a tree. "Wow. When did you get so artistic?"
"Wait, I've seen this." Sam jumped up, completely ignoring Andie, and would have bumped into her, if she hadn't stepped back. He grabbed a duffel bag off from the floor—Andie's—and started to rummage through it, yanking out clothing, her toothbrush, a bag of M&M's that she had been keeping to herself, hidden away from her brothers.
"Woah, what the hell are you doing? Get out!" Andie exclaimed, walking towards him. She swatted at his hands, as he continued to throw around her stuff. He took a step back, holding up his desired item in satisfaction, Dad's journal. He dropped it on to the bed, and flipped it open. He searched though the front side pocket, pulling out a family photo. The picture had been taken in front of their old home. All of the Winchesters were in it, even Mary. She held Sam in her arms, against her chest. John had baby Andie in one arm, as Dean clung on to the other. He held his drawing up to the photo. The sketched tree was similar to the one that Winchester family sat in front of.
"I know where we have to go next," he said.
"Where?" Dean asked.
"Back home, back to Kansas."
"Okay, random," Dean commented, "Where'd that come from?"
Sam went to Dean, and placed the photo in front of him. "Alright, um, this picture was taken in front of our old house, right? The house where Mom died?"
"Yeah."
"And it didn't burn down, right?" Sam questioned, "I mean, not completely. They rebuilt it, right?"
"I guess so, yeah."
"What are you getting at?" Andie asked, joining her brothers at the table.
"Okay, look, this is gonna sound crazy," Sam started, "but the people who live in our old house, I think they might be in danger."
"Why would you think that?" Dean wondered.
"Uh, it's just, um, look, just trust me on this, okay?" Sam spurted out, nervously. He got up from the table, and walked over to the spot where his duffel bag sat. He grabbed it, and started to pack his things up. Dean and Andie followed him over to the edge of the bed.
"You gotta give us more information than that," Andie told him.
Sam shot her a look, his eyes narrowed, and in a cold tone, "I thought you might understand."
"What the hell—"
Dean cut her off, stopping while they were ahead of an argument. "You gotta give us a little more than that."
"I can't really explain it is all," Sam said, more calmly to Dean.
"Well, tough. I'm not going anywhere until you do."
Sam sighed. "I have these nightmares."
Dean nodded. "I've noticed."
"And sometimes, they come true," he explained.
"Come again?"
"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." Dean sat on the bed across from Sam.
"Yeah? So did—" Sam paused, seeing that his twin sister, who had been staring nervously at the ground, eyes had shot up instantaneously towards him, watching him, frozen in fear that he would reveal it. He sighed, then started again, "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." Dean looked back down at the photo, which he held in his hand.
Sam sat down on the adjacent bed. "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 and Jessica!"
"Alright, just slow down, would ya?" Dean stood, and walked over to the other side of the bed. "I mean, first you tell me that you've got the Shining? And then you tell me that I've gotta go back home? Especially when..." he trailed off.
"When?" Andie echoed, urging him to continue.
"When I swore to myself that I would never go back there."
No one said anything for a moment, but then Sam stood, telling his older brother, "Look, Dean, we have to check this out. Just to make sure."
"I know we do."
The Winchesters stared at the house in front of them. Neither Sam nor Andie remembered it at all, so it didn't affect them. Well, not as much as Dean, who had slight slight memory of it. They watched Dean carefully, waiting for a reaction out of him. He stay stone-faced mostly, but there was a small hint of pain deep within his features.
"You gonna be alright, man?" Sam asked.
"Let me get back to you on that," Dean told him.
The three stepped out of the car, and made their way towards the front door. Standing only a foot away, Dean went to go knock, but pulled slightly away with hesitation, before hitting the door with his fist.
The door opened, revealing a young, blond woman. "Yes?"
"Sorry to bother you, ma'am, but we're the Federal—" Dean began to say, as Andie went for the fake FBI badge tucked into her jacket pocket.
"I'm Sam Winchester, and this is my brother, Dean,and my sister, Andie," Sam broke in. "We used to live here. You know, we were just driving by, and we were wondering if we could come see the old place."
"Winchester," the woman repeated, "Yeah, that's so funny. You know, I think I found some of your photos the other night."
"You did?" Dean asked.
She nodded and stepped aside. "Come on in." The siblings obeyed, and the women lead them to the kitchen, where a young girl sat at the table, working on homework, and a toddler in a playpen bounced around, chanting, "Juice! Juice! Juice!"
"That's Ritchie," the woman explained, "He's kind of a juice junkie." She took a sippy cup out of the refrigerator and handed it to her son. "But hey, at least he won't get scurvy." She went to the little girl, and introduced the Winchesters to her daughter, "Sari, this is Sam, Dean, and Andie. They used to live here."
"Hi," Sari greeted.
Dean waved, Andie offered a small smile, and Sam greeted her back, "Hey, Sari.".
"So, you just moved in?" Dean asked the mother.
"Yeah, from Wichita."
"You got family here, or?"
"No. I just, uh, needed a fresh start, that's all," she explained, "So, new town, new job. I mean, as soon as I find one. New house."
"So, how you liking' it so far?" Sam questioned.
"Well, uh, all due respect to your childhood home," she began, "I mean, I'm sure you had lots of happy memories here. But this place has its issues."
"What do you mean?"
"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 interrogated.
"Um, sink's backed up. There's rats in the basement." She paused. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to complain."
"No," Dean said. Neither of the Winchesters were the least bit offended. "Have you seen the rats or have you just heard scratching?"
"It's just the scratching, actually."
"Mom?" Sari asked.
The woman knelt down beside her daughter, so Sari could whisper, "Ask them if it was here when they lived here."
'What, Sari?" Sam asked.
"The thing in my closet."
"Oh, no, baby, there was nothing in their closets," the mother reassured her. She then turned to the Winchesters. "Right?"
"Right. No, no, of course not," Sam said.
"She had a nightmare the other night," Jenny explained.
"I wasn't dreaming. It came into my bedroom, and it was on fire."
"Oh, well, it was probably just a dream," Dean assured. He cleared his throat, then added, then said, "Um, excuse us, we should probably get going."
"Oh, alright. Let me show you out." The woman stood, and guided the three siblings back to the door.
"Bye. Thank you again," Sam told her.
"No problem. Anytime." They were probably going to take her up on that.
Once the front door was closed, and the woman had disappeared behind it, Sam exclaimed, "You hear that? A figure on fire."
"And that woman, Jenny, that was the woman in your dreams?" Dean asked.
"Yeah," Sam answered. "And you hear what she was talking about? Scratching, flickering lights, both signs of a malevolent spirit."
"Yeah, well, I'm just freaked out your weirdo visions are coming true."
"Well, forget about that for a minute. The thing in the house, do you think it's the thing that killed Mom and Jessica?"
"I don't know!"
"Well, I mean, has it come back or has it been here the whole time?" Sam questioned.
"Or maybe it's something else entirely. Sam, we don't know yet," Dean told him.
"Well, those people are in danger, Dean. We have to get 'em out of that house."
"And we will."
"No, I mean now," Sam urged.
"And how you gonna do that, huh? You got a story that she's gonna believe?" Dean interrogated.
"Then what are we supposed to do?" Sam asked.
"Relax," Andie snapped.
Sam shot her a look, similar to the one at the motel. But Andie didn't shy away from it this time, but retaliated the stare.
Dean caught both of the glares, and glanced back and forth between the twins. "What the hell is up with you two?"
Andie simply looked away, and Sam shrugged, "Nothing."
"You two have been acting weird since we've left Toledo," he stated, then jokingly asked, "Who stole whose boyfriend?"
"Dean, shut up," Andie growled, before climbing into the backseat of the Impala.
"I think you were right, Andie. We just gotta chill out, that's all. You know, if this was any other kind of job, what would we do?" Dean asked.
Sam stepped around the car, and over to Dean. "We'd try to figure out what we were dealing with. We'd dig into the history of the house."
"But we know the history," Andie pointed out.
"Yeah, but how much do we know?" Sam said, then asked Dean, "I mean, how much do you actually remember?"
"About that night, you mean?"
"Yeah."
"Not much. I remember the fire, the heat," Dean listed, then paused. "And then I carried you out the front door."
"You did?"
"Yeah, what, you never knew that?"
Sam shook his head. "No."
Dean glanced over at Andie. "Dad carried you out. I didn't know if he was gonna make it or not." He paused again. "And well, you know his story was 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?" Sam questioned.
"If he did, he kept it to himself. God knows we asked him enough times." Dean sat beside Sam on the trunk of the car.
"Okay. So, if we've gonna figure out what's going 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."
After a moment, Sam said, "Does this feel like just another job to you?"
Andie shook her head. "No."
"I'll be right back. I gotta go to the bathroom," Dean then declared, walking away and disappearing around a corner of the gas station.
Once he noticed Dean was out of sight, Sam turned to Andie. "So, speak up anytime when you feel like it."
"What?"
"Come on, don't tell me you didn't have the same dream."
"I didn't, Sam," she told him, "I actually didn't."
"Just Jess's death then, huh?" Sam asked, sounding almost as if he didn't believe her.
Andie shrugged. "Apparently." Other than the cars racing by on the highway, they stood in silence, until she asked, "What's your issue?"
"I don't—"
"Cut the crap," she demanded. "Alright? I'm getting sick of this passive aggressive stuff. You wanna be angry at me, then fine." She stepped back from the car, and spread out her arms. "Take a swing."
Sam rolled his eyes. "I'm not gonna hit you."
"Then what?!"
Dean returned to his siblings, looking neither of them in the eye, as he opened the door to the driver's seat. When he noticed his siblings weren't moving, he finally looked up at them, and both they realized something was wrong, that Dean was taking the return home harder then they thought, but neither said anything. "Ready?" he asked, as Andie dropped her arms, and the twins got themselves into the car.
After speaking with the mechanic who was the co-owner to the garage John also owned, the Winchesters leaned that John had visited a psychic in town, so that was their next step to learn more about the past of their old home.
They were parked beside a payphone. Dean and Andie were beside the Impala, while Sam searched through a phone book.
"Alright, so there are a few psychics and palm readers in town," he said, "There's someone named El Divino. There's, uh, there's the Mysterious Mister Fortinksy." He laughed at that one. "Uh, Missouri Moseley—"
"Missouri Moseley?" Andie echoed.
Sam looked up from the book. "Uh, yeah."
Andie opened the car door, and started to go through her bag. She pulled out Dad's journal, and opened it to the first page. "Right here, the first thing ever, Dad wrote, I went to Missouri and I learned the truth."
"Right, I always thought he meant the state," Dean said, recalling the line.
The Winchesters sat on some old, leather couch in the home of Missouri Moseley. Dean flipped through a suburban mom magazine, bored out of his mind. Sam sat nervously on the edge of the couch. Andie, sitting on the other side of Dean, leaned over, and whispered, "How do we know if she's for real?"
"We don't," Dean replied, slamming the magazine back on to the coffee table.
There was the sound of a door creaking open, and a woman's voice, as she appeared from a room, leading a man out the door reassuring him, "Alright, there. Don't you worry about a thing. Your wife is crazy about you." She closed the door behind them, then turned towards the three siblings. "Whew. Poor bastard. 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 explained, then said, "Well? Sam, Dean, Andie, come on already. I ain't got all day." The siblings shared a nervous look with each other, before following her into the other room.
"Well, lemme look at ya," Missouri instructed. "Oh, you boys grew up handsome." She pointed a finger at Dean, laughing, "And you were one goofy-looking kid too." She smiled, and turned towards Andie, who stood about a foot behind from her brothers. She grabbed Andie's arm, and pulled her forward slightly, so she was in line with Sam and Dean. "And you, you're quite the beauty." In response, Andie smiled slightly down at the floor, awkwardly fidgeting with her jacket sleeve, never one to take compliments well.
Missouri turned her attention back to Sam, and took his hand in hers. "Oh, I'm so sorry about your girlfriend...You and your sister sure have some issues you to need to work out...And your father, he's missing?"
"How'd you know all that?" Sam asked.
"Well, you were just thinking it now," she told him simply.
"Well, where is he? Is he okay?" Dean questioned.
"I don't know," Missouri said.
"Don't know?" Dean echoed. "Well, you're supposed to be psychic, right?"
"Boy, you see me sawing some bony tramp in half? You think I'm a magician?" Missouri retorted, "I may be able to read thoughts and sense energies in a room, but I can't just pull facts out of thin air. Sit, please." She turned to sit in a chair across from a couch, which the Winchesters sat upon.
"Boy, you put your foot on my coffee table, I'm 'a whack you with a spoon!" Missouri snapped at Dean.
"I didn't do anything," he protested defensively.
"But you were thinking about it."
"Okay," Sam said, "So, our dad, when did you first meet him?"
"He came for a reading. A few days after the fire," she explained, "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?" Dean asked
"A little," Missouri replied, "Your daddy took me to your house. He was hoping I could sense the echoes, the fingerprints of this thing."
"And could you?" Sam wondered.
Missouri shook her head.
"What was it?" Sam asked.
"I don't know. Oh, but it was evil," she answered. "So, you think something is back in that house?"
"Definitely."
"I don't understand."
"What?"
"I haven't been back inside, but I've been keeping an eye on the place, and it's been quiet," she said, "No sudden deaths, no freak accidents. Why is it acting up now?"
"I don't know," Sam replied, "But Dad going missing and Jessica dying, and now this house all happening at once, it just feels like something's starting."
"That's a comforting thought," Dean commented.
The Winchesters, along with Missouri returned to the old home. Missouri knocked on the door, and when Jenny answered, holding Ritchie, Sam greeted her, "Hey, Jenny. This is our friend, Missouri."
"If it's not too much trouble, we were hoping to show her the old house," Dean said, then added, "You know, for old time's sake."
"You know, this isn't a good time. I'm kind of busy," Jenny objected.
"Listen, Jenny, it's important—" Dean was cut off, as Missouri smacked him on the back of his head. "Ow!"
"Give the poor girl a break, can't you see she's upset?"Missouri stepped forward. "Forgive this boy, he means well, he's just not the sharpest tool in the shed, but hear me out."
"About what?" Jenny asked.
"About this house," Missouri stated.
"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 questioned.
"We're people who can help, who can stop this thing," Missouri told the mother, "But you're gonna have to trust us, just a little."
Jenny stared at them for a moment, before finally she agreed, "Alright."
The four strangers entered her home, and Jenny showed them into the kitchen again.
"Sari said there was something in her closet," Sam stated, "Do you mind if we check it out?"
"Uh, sure," Jenny said, still a little unsure. She lead them up the stairs and into Sari's room. She stood there for a moment, uncomfortably watching them as they paced the room, then she told them, "I'm gonna be down be downstairs. Let me know if you need anything."
"Alright, honey, thank you." Missouri began to trace the room. "If there's a dark energy around here, this should be the center of it."
"Why?" Sam asked.
"This used to be your nursery, Sam and Andie. This is where it all happened." All of their eyes drifted unconsciously towards the ceiling.
Missouri glanced back at Dean, noticing the item he held in his hand. "That an EMF?"
"Yeah."
She scoffed. "Amateur."
Dean shot a glare, then looked back down at the EMF. He nudged Sam and Andie to show them the frantically beeping EMF meter.
"I don't know if you three should be disappointed or relieved, but this ain't the same thing that took your mom," Missouri said.
"It's not?" Andie questioned.
Missouri nodded.
"How do you know?" Sam asked urgently.
"It isn't the same energy I felt the last time I was there," she explained, "It's something different."
"What is it?" Dean wondered.
Missouri opened the closet door. "Not it. Them. There's more than one spirit in this place."
"What are they doing here?"
Missouri stepped away from the closet, and towards the Winchesters. "They're here because of what happened to your family. You see, all those years ago, real evil come to you. It walked this house. That kind of evil leaves wounds. And sometimes, wounds get infected."
"I don't understand," Sam said.
"This place is a magnet for paranormal energy. It's attracted a poltergeist. A nasty one. And it won't rest Jenny and her babies are dead."
"Well, what's the other spirits?" Andie asked.
Missouri entered the closet again. "I can't quite make the second one out."
"Well, one thing's for damn sure. Nobody's dying in this house ever again," Dean declared, "So whatever is here, how do we stop it?"
The way to stop it turned out to stop the poltergeist was to concoct a substance made of what Missouri described to be of "Angelica root, Van Van oil, crossroad dirt, a few other odds and ends." She explained that they would need to only put the substance in the four corners of the house on each floor, but they would also need to work fast to get done before the spirit realized what they were doing and took matters into its own hands. Missouri also instructed they each took a floor, which Dean pointed out that there was four of them and three floors, so she declared that Sam and Andie would work together. Neither twin was exactly ecstatic about that idea.
At the house, Missouri talked Jenny in to getting out of the house for a couple hours, to go see a movie or something. She then had taken to the basement, while Dean took the main floor, and the twins worked on the upstairs. They had split at the stairs, and gone in opposite directions down the hall. Andie had entered Sari's bedroom. She walked over to one of the corners in the room, and crouched beside it, and hit the wall with a hammer, creating a small hole, which was still large enough to place one of the bags of the mixture that would evict the poltergeist. She had just gotten the bag in when she heard a loud crash come from the other side of the upstairs floor.
"Sam?" Andie started towards his way, when Sari's bedroom door slammed in her face. "Shit," she muttered under her breath. She shook the doorknob, pulling on it, but the door wouldn't budge. "Sam!" she cried, banging on the door.
"Andie?" Dean called from the hallway.
"The door!" she explained.
"Back up," he instructed.
"No, check on Sam. I'm fine." Andie heard his footsteps get quieter as he got farther. She turned around just as the hammer she had dropped on the floor flew at her head. She ducked down, placing her hands instinctively over her face. After a moment, she opened her eyes, and noticed that the hammer had just missed hitting her. Eyes wide, Andie backed away, waiting for another attack. But instead, the door opened slightly. Cautiously and slowly, she opened the door.
Dean and Sam exited from another room, and were coming towards her. Dean had one arm beneath Sam's shoulders, leading him to the stairs. "You good?"
"Are you?" Andie asked, directed at both Dean and Sam.
"Yeah." Dean tightened his grip around Sam, and the three returned downstairs and into the kitchen. Everything was turned over, on the floor. Most of the kitchen drawers were empty, since the objects they had held now covered the tiles. The table was on it's side, and the whole knife collection was stuck into it.
"Geez Dean, what the hell happened?" Andie commented, looking around.
"The damn thing tried to kill me, that's what."
"I can relate." Still looking around, she asked, "Where's Missouri?"
Missouri appeared shortly after. "You get it done?"
The three siblings nodded.
She paced around the house, going from room to room, before reentering to kitchen, declaring, "Good. It's over."
Dean sighed out in relief, but Sam only tightened.
"You sure this is over?"
"I'm sure," the psychic said, "Why? Why do you ask?"
"Never mind." Sam sighed. "It's nothing, I guess."
"Hello? We're home."
The lights from the other flickered on, as Jenny entered, holding Ritchie in one arm, and holding Sari's hand with her other. She gasped at the sight. "What happened?"
"Hi, sorry, um, we'll play for all of this," Sam apologized.
Dean and Andie shot their brother a confused look. With what money?
"Don't you worry. Dean's gonna clean up this mess," Missouri told Jenny.
Dean's confusion only grew more, but Andie's instead smirked in amusement. When Dean didn't move, Missouri barked at him, "Well, what are you waiting for, boy? Get the mop."
Dean muttered something inaudible under his breath.
"And don't cuss at me!"
He shuffled away, still grumbling incoherently.
Even though Missouri had announced the house to be spirit-free, the Winchesters still found themselves staring at their old home. Both Andie and Dean were not happy about the situation, but Sam was persistent to believe something was still wrong.
"Alright, so tell me again, what are we still doing here?" Dean asked.
"I don't know. I just...I still have a bad feeling," Sam stuttered out.
"Missouri said the house was fine, so it should be fine." Andie crossed her arms against her chest and leaned back against her seat.
"Yeah, well, probably. But I just want to make sure," he told them.
"Whatever. Wake me up if anything changes," she mumbled, rolling over on to her side.
Sam looked back at her. "Wait, you're going to sleep right now?" His eyes darted towards Dean, who slid down in his seat slightly, and closed his eyes. "You too?!"
"Well..." Dean said, guilty. Off Sam's look, he continued, "Missouri did her Zelda Rubenstein thing, the house should be clean, it should be over."
"Guys—"
"No offense, Sam, but I kinda trust Missouri's psychic abilities over yours," Andie proclaimed, cutting him off.
"Are you serious—" Sam's voice began to raise, getting louder in anger.
"Hey," Dean butted in, warningly.
"I thought that maybe you might be able to understand!" Sam still yelled.
"What?"
"Nothing. G'night." Andie flipped herself back over, so she was facing the back of the car.
"No," Dean demanded, "One of you start talking. What the hell is going on?"
Sam shook his head slightly. "It's nothing."
"Obviously it's not. You've been at each others' throats for weeks."
"I said, goodnight," Andie said once more.
In a daze of short-lived sleep that her brothers had finally allowed, when she felt herself still in the transition of sleep, that was when Andie saw it. She saw that thing Sam had been going on for the past couple days, his dream of Jenny crying for help. The blonde woman banged at her bedroom window, barely visible as little light shined on the window.
"Oh my God!" Andie jolted awake, her body flinging forward, and her head smacking the car's ceiling in the process. "Ow!"
Dean glanced back. "What?"
"I dreamt—"
Sam eyes strayed from his sister, and back towards the house, where the vision become true. Jenny screaming, banging on her bedroom window. "Dean, Andie, look. Guys!"
Andie swallowed all fear, as the three rushed out of the car and bolted towards the house.
"You grab the kids, I'll get Jenny," Dean instructed.
At the top of the stairs, they split. Sam went towards the direction of Ritchie's room, so Andie went to Sari's. She cursed, taking in the sight of a figure completely made of fire standing in the center of the opened closet.
"Help!" Sari cried.
Andie held out a hand, and at first, moved cautiously towards Sari, taking one step at a time, but once Sari had her hand, Andie scooped up Sari, and rushed out the door of the bedroom. Sam appeared outside the doorway, holding Ritchie. "Got her?"
Andie placed Sari on the ground, and took the back end as Sam lead them to the front door and out of the possessed home. She then felt something grab her leg, and she fell on to the floor with a grunt. Sam and Sari watched as some invisible force pulled her away into another room.
Sam handed the girl her brother, and ordered her, "Alright, Sari, take your brother outside as fast as you can, and don't look back." It was only seconds before he was brought down as well, dragged away in the same direction Andie had gone.
The twins were flung against a set of cabinets, which rattled against their backs in response. They stood weakly, as the poltergeist flew them against the walls, causing them to become paralyzed under the spirit's grip. The fire figure turned a corner, and was now heading straight for them.
They heard their older brother call from the other room. "Sam? Andie?" He entered the room where they were being held captive, and raised his gun towards the flames.
"No, don't! Don't!" Sam cried.
"Don't?" Andie echoed, confounded. "Got a death wish?!"
"What, why?!" Dean asked.
"Because I know who it is. I can see her now," Sam
The flames surrounding the figure vanished, revealing someone who Sam and Andie only knew the appearance of from pictures, their mother.
Dean wavered slightly at the sight, then lowered the gun. "Mom?"
Mary smiled, taking a step towards him. "Dean." She stood there for a moment, then walked around him, and to the twins still on the wall. "Sam, Andie." They smiled in response, but their mother's faded. "I'm sorry."
Sam and Andie glanced at each other to the best of their ability, puzzled.
"For what?" Sam asked.
But Mary said nothing. She looked at her children sadly, before turning away, and looking up the ceiling, demanding, "You get out of my house. And let go of my children." She burst into flames again, but this time, she disappeared all together. Sam and Andie fell to the floor, released from the grip that the spirit had held them in.
"Now, it's over," Sam declared.
Dean held a stack of pictures in his hand. Andie peered over his shoulder, as he went through the stack. There was one of their parents, smiling, and standing in front of a lake, a beautiful scenery. The second one was of a young Dean, holding a twin in each arm, and another photo was the one of them in front of the tree. The one that had brought them there in the first place.
"Thanks for these," Dean told Jenny.
"Don't thank me, they're yours," she replied.
They stood in front of the house still, next to the Impala with Jenny beside them. She had been the one to give them the pictures. Dean dropped the photos back into the small box Jenny had given the photos to him in, then placed it into the trunk of the car. "Wanna tell Sam that we're about to head out?" Dean asked Andie. She nodded, then met her brother on the front steps, along with Missouri, who sat beside him.
"I know I should have all the answers, but I don't know," Missouri said, and after a pause, her eyes drifted to meet Andie's, "about you or your sister."
Sam glanced up towards his sister's way, and Andie felt her heart stop.
"I know that similar things have been happening to you, dear," the psychic continued. "You too sensed that something was still in that house, but you didn't want to believe it. You want to shove it all away. Am I correct?"
"I—" Andie began, when Dean asked, "You ready?"
Sam nodded, and he went to the car. Andie stood still for a moment longer, biting her tongue, stuck between staying quiet or going out on a ramble about everything. Missouri watched her turn away, and return back to the car.
"Don't you kids be strangers!" Missouri called to them.
"We won't," Dean told her.
"See you around."
Jenny waved, as the three Winchesters climbed into the car. Dean set it into drive, and drove away from their past home, the origin for everything. This hunt had brought up some old feelings that they hadn't thought about since they were children. Each sibling was emotionally exhausted in their own way, with visiting the house, seeing their mother's spirit, with the twin's small unending feud, and still no luck on seeing their father. Only if they had known that their father had been in town, visiting an old friend, Missouri Moseley.