Disclaimer: I don't own Sam or Dean. Just Madison.
Edited February 2018
I woke up to Dean barging in the bathroom, startling me so much that I almost jumped out of my pants. I stared at Dean with a 'what the hell' expression. His face was contorted in a grimace, looking like he was in pain.
"You need to get out or else I'm peeing right in front of you." Dean said.
Not wanting to be in the same room, I walked out of the bathroom door preparing to see Sam but he was nowhere to be found. I picked out my clothes for the day and started changing. I heard a couple of cracks in my back as I raise my hands over my head. Maybe sleeping in that gross ass bathtub wasn't the smartest option.
Dean walked out of the bathroom as I smoothed out my shirt, "Where's Sam?" I asked.
"He went to get something for us to eat and some coffee." Dean said, sitting down on the bed and tied his boots. "And look. About last night..."
"I don't want to talk about last night." I said avoiding eye contact.
"Well you're gonna have to. You know Sam didn't really mean anything he said last night."
"No, I don't know that actually." I snapped. "I mean did he tell you that he felt guilty for what he said? Did he tell you he didn't mean it?" Dean didn't answer me, and I took that as an answer. "Exactly."
I finished getting ready and grabbed my phone. I tried calling Dad's cell number, but like I expected, he didn't pick up. So I left a message, "Hey dad, it's me again. I'm with Dean and Sam and we're looking for you. And uh just wanted to call and see how things are with you but uh...I guess that's not happening so…I'll see you soon…I hope. Bye dad."
As I hung up, Sam walked through the door with three coffees and pie. "Pie in the morning?" I looked to Dean.
"There is never a bad time for pie." Dean argued and took the food from him, "Thanks Sammy."
"So are you guys ready to go? I printed the directions to Missouri's house." Sam said.
"I'm ready, let's go." Dean grabbed his crap and walked out.
The car ride to Missouri's house would have been awkward if Dean wasn't blaring his mullet rock music. Sam and I have yet to talk to each other, let alone make eye contact. I just sat in the back seat of the impala, praying that my problems with Sam didn't affect our hunt.
Missouri's house was small and comfortable. We walked up the porch to see an older lady talking gently to a man who looked like he was on his way out, "Don't worry about a thing sweetie, she is crazy about you." The man thanked her and got in his car and drove off. When he was out of view, Missouri turned to us and frowned. "Poor guy. His wife is cold-bangin the gardener."
I raised my eyebrows. Not only was I expecting that, but I also wasn't expecting this woman to express it that way.
"So why didn't you tell him?" Dean asked, obviously confused too.
"People don't come here for the truth they come here for good news," she answered. "Well come on in Winchesters. I don't have all day." The three of us glanced at each other apprehensively. We follow her into her house. She turned around to look at us, "Ah, you boys grew up nicely. And Dean you were one goofy-looking kid when you were younger." Sam and I smirked at that. "Oh and Madison, you're so pretty. The boys must be all over you."
"They better not be." Dean said seriously. I rolled my eyes, ignoring him and smiling at her.
"And Sam…Oh honey, I'm so sorry about your girlfriend." My brothers and I looked at each other shocked. How did she know all this stuff? How did she know who we were? We guessed that Dad came here a while ago but the news about Sam's girlfriend is recent. "And your father's missin'?"
"How do you know all that?" Sam asked.
"Well, you were thinkin' it. I can also see that you're thinking some other horrendous things right about now. A lot is going through your brain but I'm gonna keep my mouth shut about that for your siblings sake," She said. "In fact all of you have some sort of problems with each other." She then turned to me, "A little more than others." I tilted my head and raised my eyebrows.
"Anyway, do you know where he is?" Dean asked.
"I don't know." She responded.
"Don't know? Aren't you supposed to be some psychic?" Dean questioned.
"Boy, you see me sawin' some bony tramp in half? You think I'm a magician? 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." We take a seat on her couch and she stares at Dean for a second longer. "Boy, you put your foot on my coffee table, Imma whack ya with a spoon."
"I didn't do anything." Dean held his hands up in surrender.
"No, but you were thinking it."
I smirked. I liked her. She picked on my brother. And that made me happy cause he couldn't fight back. Normally whenever me and Dean bicker, he fights back and most of the times (even though I don't like to admit it) he wins.
"So our dad…when did you first meet him?" I asked crossing my legs.
She smiled at me with empathy. I'm glad that it looked like I was still on her good side. "A few days after the fire. I helped him out a little bit."
"So do you know what killed our mom?" I asked.
"A little. Your daddy took me to your house. He was hopin' I could sense the echoes, the fingerprints of this thing."
"And could you?" Dean asked.
Missouri shook her head. She looked deep in thought. "I- I don't know. It was evil. That much I do know."
We talked more about our dad and more about the house but a lot of the times, she wasn't answering any of our questions because she had no idea what we were talking about. "I don't understand….I haven't been back inside, but I've been keepin' an eye on the place, and it's been quiet. No sudden deaths, no freak accidents. Why is it actin' up now?"
"I don't know. But Dad going missing and Jessica dying and now this house all happening at once – it just feels like something's starting." Sam answered confidently.
"Well that's comforting" Dean said sarcastically and Sam gave him a warning look.
We went back to the house with Missouri and walked up to the front door. A discombobulated Jenny answered to our knock. Her hair was messy, clothes disheveled, and her lips were tightly folded to a frown. "Dean, Sam, Maddie, what are you guys doing here?" She bounced Ritchie on her hip.
"Uh Jenny this is our friend Missouri. And if it's not too much trouble, we were hoping to show her the old house, for ol' times sake," Dean said.
"I'm sorry now isn't a good time," She said.
"Listen, it's important-" Dean was cut off by Missouri smacking him upside the head.
"Boy, give the poor girl a break, can't you see she is upset?" She shook her head. Dean looked at me and I silently laughed in his face. Sam was smiling too. He mouthed 'shut up' to the both of us and turned back to Jenny. "Forgive this boy, he means well but he is not the sharpest tool in the shed, but hear me out" Dean looked stunned. I couldn't agree with Missouri more.
"About what?" Jenny looked confused.
"You think there is something going on in this house." Missouri stated. "You think something is here that wants to hurt your family, am I mistaken?"
"Who are you?"
"We're people who can help. But you got to trust us." Jenny looked skeptical but eventually welcomed us in.
We started in Sari's room. "If there is anything dark in this house, this room is the center of it," Missouri said.
"Why?" Sam asked.
"This used to be your room Sammy. This is where it all happened." She answered. Sam looked around the room, his facial expressions were unreadable. "I don't know if you guys will be disappointed or relieved, but whatever is here isn't the thing that killed your mom."
"Then what is it?" I asked.
"Not it. Them. There is more than one spirit here."
"What are they doing here?" Dean asked.
"Boy, don't be fresh with me. They're here because of what happened to your family. You see, all these years ago, real evil came to you. That kind of evil leaves wounds, and wounds get infected."
"I don't understand," I said.
"Shocker," I heard Sam mumbled. As I turned to him, and right when I was about to say something back, Missouri cut me off.
"This place is a magnet for paranormal activity. It attracted a poltergeist. A nasty one. And it won't rest until Jenny and her babies are dead."
"You said there was more than one spirit?" Sam asked.
"Yeah and I'm the one who said they don't understand." I said to myself but Sam definitely heard it.
"You two, my Lord. C'mon now this is no time for your problems. We have issues here." She turned to us.
"Thank you," Dean said in a 'finally someone agrees with me' tone.
"Oh you aint off the hook, boy. You could be helping them but here you are just standing around." Damn, Dean just can't catch a break.
"Well one thing is for damn sure. Whatever is here, it's not going to kill another thing in this house. We're stopping it." Sam ordered.
We went back to Missouri's house to get the supplies we would need when we go back to the house. I didn't know what Dean or Sam's opinion on the hunt so far was, but I was somewhat relieved that it wasn't what killed Mom. Its something none of us are prepared for and a fight we would definitely need Dad for.
"So what is this stuff anyway?" Dean asked.
"Angelica Root, Van Van oil, crossroad dirt, a few other odds and ends." Missouri answered.
"Alright, and what the hell do we do with it?"
"We're gonna put them inside the walls in the north, south, east, west corners on each floor of the house."
"We'll be punching holes in the dry wall. Jenny will love that," Dean said sarcastically.
Missouri answered slyly, "She'll live."
"And this destroys the spirits?" Sam asked. Well no duh, dumb shit. Why else would be doing this? I was bout to say that out loud but Missouri turned to me and warned me with her eyes not to say anything. I forgot she could read thoughts.
"Sorry" I mumbled. Dean and Sam looked confused but chose to ignore it.
"It should purify the house completely. We'll each take a floor. But we work fast. Once the spirits realize what we're up to, things are gonna get mad."
We went back to Jenny's house later that same day. At first she was uncomfortable leaving us alone at her house but somehow Missouri talked her into it and persuaded her that everything was going to be alright. Sam went into one room to do the corner he was assigned to by Missouri. Dean was in the kitchen, punching the wall with a small ax. Missouri went to the basement to look around and see if she could sense anything else she might have missed. I was in Sari's room's filling the corner with herbs. I heard something shift next to me and looked up just in time to see Sari's huge, heavy looking book shelf fall on top of me.
Surprisingly I didn't get that badly hurt. I mean I was definitely going to have some bruises, but other than that I was fine. So I thought. The longer I laid on the floor, the heavier the book case got, as if someone was pushing on it, forcing it against my chest. I tried pushing it off but to no avail. It wouldn't budge. As I blinked a few times, the lack of air causing tears in my eyes, I thought I could see a black shadow pushing on top of the case. But not a second later, the thing vanished and the bookshelf didn't seem as heavy anymore. It was still heavy and I still couldn't move but it wasn't as bad.
Two minutes later Sam and Dean busted into the room, probably too see if I was okay, which I clearly wasn't. Both of them went on either side of me and lifted the thing off me. I caught my breath and stood up and backed away from that thing. "Are you okay?" Dean asked.
"Yeah are you guys?" I asked back.
"We'll be fine." Sam answered.
We walked back to the kitchen to see Missouri standing there looking stumped but relieved. "So is this thing gone?" I asked.
"Yes. I'm sure of it. Why?"
"I - 'I'm just not so sure."
Then Jenny walks in to the kitchen, "What happened?"
"Don't worry about a thing," Missouri smiled warmly, "Dean here is going to clean everything up for you." Dean raised his eyebrows at her but didn't move, "Well don't just stand there, boy. Go get the mop. And don't you cuss at me." Dean walked away muttering under his breath.
Later that night we sat in the Impala staring at Jenny's house, "So tell me again why we are here?"
"I just have a bad feeling." I answered bluntly.
"Why? Missouri did her whole Zelda Rubenstein thing, the house should be clean, it should be over." Sam said.
"Yeah well I just want to make sure," I glared.
"Yeah well problem is, I could be sleeping in bed right now," Dean said as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
I stared out the window for the next five minutes. Soon enough, I saw Jenny screaming from her bedroom window. "Shit, Dean," I whacked him on his head, "I told you!" I said as we frantically got out of the car.
"Go get the kids, I'll get Jenn!" Dean ordered and we obliged.
I went to go get Ritchie. He was wide awake but looked nonchalant since he had no idea what was going on right now. I picked him up and made my way to Sari's room to make sure Sam got her. He was running out of her room as soon as I got there, "Come on!" He yelled, "Don't look back, Don't look back. Madison take them!"
"Where are you going?!" I asked him like he was crazy.
"Go! We don't have time for this!"
I hesitated before going. No matter how much I wanted to charge after Sam because going in there by himself was stupid, I had to take the kids outside to safety. Dean and Jenny ran to us when they saw me sprinting outside. Jenny took her kids into a tight embrace.
"Madison, where's Sam?!" Dean yelled.
"He's still in there. He told me to take the kids," I yelled back as we took off sprinting back into the house.
Sammy was in Sari's room, forced on the wall with the firey figure looking at him. Dean lifted his gun, ready to shoot when Sam screamed, "No don't shoot! I know who it is."
The firey figure slowly transformed into a human. She had long blonde hair and wore an older styled night gown. Mom. She looked exactly the same. She looked like the night she passed away.
Dean lowered his gun, "Mom?"
She walked over to him with a smile on her face. "Dean, Sam, Madison, I'm so sorry."
"For what?" Sam asked gently
She didn't answer. She only gave us a sympathetic smile. Without another word, she took a couple steps backwards and raised her head towards the ceiling. "You get out of my house and let go of my son!" She transformed back into fire and disappeared. Sam was released and fell to the floor. He walked over to us, but no one said anything because we were all too stunned to come up with any words.
"Now it's over." Sam says and I nodded in agreement.
We took Missouri back to the house the next day just to make sure, "Well there are no more spirits in this house anymore."
"Not even our mom?" Sam asked,
"Nope. Your mom's spirit and the poltergeist's energy cancelled each other out. Your mom destroyed herself goin' after the thing."
"Why would she do that?" Dean asked.
"To protect her babies," She smiled and turned to Sam, "I'm sorry."
"For what?" he asked confused.
"You sensed it was here, didn't you? Even when I couldn't."
"Actually that was-"
"Madison? Well yes but you knew it too. You knew it before her but since she was the one that brought it up, you didn't want to give her the sense of achievement and held it in."
"Of course" I said and flung my arms to my sides.
Sam ignored me, "Whats happening to me?"
"I know I should have all the answers, but I don't"
"We should get going," Dean said
"Don't you three be strangers now." Missouri waved.
"We won't" Dean answered