Sorry, long one. But since this is more or less an edit of the original episode, I didn't want to leave anything I thought of import out. Hopefully it's different enough to be interesting, but similar enough that you don't forget the things I omitted simply for desire to not have to type out unnecessary things.

"Sam? Hello?" Dee looked over at her. "Are you even listening to me?"

"Huh Oh… yeah…" She got up from the bed and rummaged through one of the duffles for the journal.

"You okay?" Getting up too, she kept her eyes on Sam warily.

Sam nodded, flipping to one of the pictures, a picture taken in front of their old house before their mother died. "We have to go home Dee, to Lawrence."

"No."

"Wait… we need to go, the people who live in our old house are in danger… it might be the thing that killed mom!" Sam looked pleadingly at her older sister.

"Sammi… you can't just ask me to go home."

"Just trust me. Please. These people are in danger."

"You need to give me more than just trust you…" Dee looked back at Sam.

They stared at each other for a long time, both of them showing their nerves with their usually concealed jolts (Sam bit her bottom lip and picking at split ends, and Dee tapping her one hand against her thigh to an imaginary rock song and running her fingers through her hair with the other), before the older took her keys off the table, heading out.

"Wait… Dee." Sam took her shoulder. "I have these nightmares…"

"I've noticed." Dee turned back toward her, but they were both staring at their feet.

After taking an shaky breath, Sam turned away from her sister, speaking quietly but firmly. "And sometimes… sometimes they come true."

"Wh-What?" Dee had trouble getting out that single word as she looked at the back of Sam's head with a blank, unbelieving expression.

"Dee… I was dreaming about Jess's death, days, fucking days Dee, before it happened."

Her heart ached for Sam, for her little sister's voice, filled with that much pain and guilt. She had to sit, sit now, or she was probably going to collapse — a sick part of her mind asked if Sam would see that coming and catch her. "People have bad, weird dreams, Sammi. It was just a coincidence." Then her eyes slipped to the bracelet, wondering if Jess felt as sick as she did… did ghosts even get sick?

Sam frowned, sighed. Dee hated seeing her like that. Then she spoke, so desperate to get her big sister to believe her. "No. I saw the blood dripping, her on the ceiling, felt the fire, in a dream. I didn't do anything because I didn't believe it, like you aren't now. And now-…" Then she pushed the photo she had been holding, crumpling, into Dee's face, pointing at the tree. Dee took in how happy they all looked, then looked at the tree because that's what Sam wanted to show her. "Now… Now I'm dreaming about this tree, our house, and some poor family inside, screaming for help! It's where it all started man, isn't it? This has to mean something."

"I don't know." Dee almost didn't think Sam heard her, hell she wasn't sure she said it through the broken haze. Sam couldn't… they we not… no… but… But she knew, that she didn't know anything in that second. She also knew Sam must've been as exhausted as she was, noticing her sit down heavily on the other bed.

"Deanna," Sam didn't use her sister's extra syllables often (only for a short period when she thought it made herself seem more mature to, between the ages of 11 and 13, had she constantly), which how Dee knew she wasn't getting out of this. "You have to know," because you're the big sister, "This woman might be in danger. It could even be the thing that killed Mom and Jessica!"

"Just slow down, okay?" She stood, pacing back and forth. She refused to look at her sister, knowing that she was hunched up and not looking at back at her. "First, you got the Shining, then you tell me I've gotta go home. Especially when…"

"When what?" Sam reached over her hand, stopping her from pacing. But they didn't look at each other.

"I promised myself I'd never go back there again." Dee was shocked, glad, that her voice had come out so even.

"We have to check this out, Dee. Just in case." Just in case I'm really some kind of physic freak. Sam knew Dee couldn't have missed that silent addition.

You've always been my freaky, college-bound, little sister. "I know, I know that we have to."

The next day they were sitting in the Impala, like always. But, unlike always, there was tense silence. Unlike every other day, they were in Kansas, in front of the house that their mother had died. No, they didn't do that most days. Dee was absolutely certain, that she, Sam, or the Impala was going to explode when they passed into Kansas. Still was…

"You going to be alright, man?"

It took a second to recognize Sam's voice, much less decipher the message. "Let me get back to you on that."

Then they both got out, mechanically. Dee thought for a second how she had planned talking to Jess last night, but was too damned tired.

A woman opened the door, and Dee knew from the look on Sam's face that this was the woman in her dream. Fuck. Then she started a lie. Sam cut her off, telling an almost truth. They did used to live there, but neither of them really wanted to see the house.

Sam's eyes were practically wild when they left. Dee's head was really started to hurt, she needed a beer. The lights, rats… the little girl. They all seemed scared, like Sam said they would.

"-figure on fire." Sam said, passion and fear thick in the sentence fragment Dee heard.

"And you're sure Jenny's the woman from your dream?" It didn't hurt for some verbal conformation. And Sam gave it.

At a diner, they were both tense, staring at their untouched plates. Dee started with a determined inhale. "If this were any other hunt, what would we do?"

Sam exhaled shakily. "We'd figure out what we're dealing with, find out the history of the house."

"This time, this time we know already."

"Do we? How much do you actually remember?" Sam knew Dee was probably uncomfortable about it, barely remembers her ever talking about it.

"Not much… if you mean about that night…" Sam nodded, not wanting her to stop. "The fire, I remember that, and the heat…" Sam thought she was going to stop, but she only paused. "Then I carried you out onto the front lawn."

She couldn't respond for a second. "You did?"

Dee replied automatically, like it was obvious. That she was the one that saved her sister from the inferno. "Yeah. You never knew that?"

"No."

Then Dee got up to "use the bathroom", which Sam knew was a lie. She went when they came in. She was undoubtedly calling Dad. Understandably. The younger sister was getting annoyed with their father, even more so than when they were together, but she knew if anyone was going to help with this hunt, it would be their father.

Dee looks shaken, but smiles at her when she comes back. Sam forces a just as fake smile on her face and they leave, hoping to find someone that knew John before the Winchesters' lives feel to pieces.

They found a mechanic he worked with, told them about a physic. So they found a phone book and looked through the yellow pages. Sam listed off names, most of which were completely ridiculous. "Missouri Moseley…" (A/N I toyed with the idea of bending her, but I decided I adored her. I'm also planning on keeping her as a semiregular character. At least occasional calls, or something. She's gold.)

"That's a physic, Missouri Moseley?" Dee held out the journal, the first page open. Sam read silently. "Always thought he meant the state."

They sat in Missouri's living room, both of them attempting not to fidget, and not succeeding. Sometimes, it was amazing how they never died on hunts due to their nervous ticks, or maybe they were just easier to control when pure adrenaline was flowing through their veins.

She came in, letting a man out. Then she looked at them. "Well, Dee, Sam, come on then." They stood up, following her.

"Let me look at you." They were both severely taller than her. "You two sure grew up to beautiful young girls." Then suddenly her hand was on Sam's bracelet, then her in her hand. "Sam. Oh… You're girlfriend, I'm so sorry. And your father… he's missing?"

Then they sat, discussing their father, the fire. Both girls were disappointed when Missouri didn't know what took their mother from them, and even more on edge the tone she used to say evil.

Jenny looked upset, Sam could see that. Dee obviously couldn't, but it was pretty clear after Missouri hit her. But after Missouri explained the house was dangerous, they were upstairs in a heartbeat. Sam's heart dropped when Missouri told her that they were in her nursery, the room their mother died in. Then she assured them that it wasn't what killed their mom, but it was there because of that.

After placing the hex bags, and Sam's insistence on checking, the two girls were sitting outside the house. Dee swearing as she leaned back, looking at the ceiling of the Impala. Sam was staring intently at the house, attempting conversation with her sister, still trying to reason with her.

"Whatever Sammi, I could be in a bed right now, all I'm saying."

"Yeah, and probably not in our mot-…" Before she could finish she was shaking Dee's shoulder urgently, as she fumbled for her shotgun. Dee looked over and saw Jenny pounding on the window, the lights flickering.

They both rushed inside, Dee heading for Jenny's room, Sam for the kids' rooms. Then Dee rushed in again when Sam didn't come out and the little girl mentioned something grabbing her.

"Don't shoot!" Dee barely registered her sister's voice, only thinking about doing anything to get Sam off the wall. "I know who it is… I see her now…"

The flaming figure became the image of their mother. Dee dropped the sawed off. "M-Mom…"

"Deanna." Mary smiled at her older daughter softly. Then turned to Sam, sadness and regret filling her eyes as she flickered. "Sam… I'm sorry."

"F-for what?" Sam barely said as their mother turned from them, looking at the ceiling, commanding the spirit out. Then she was gone.

Falling forward, Dee caught Sam, pulling her out, trying not to look back at the house.

Dee looked over at Sam as they pulled out of town. What's happening to me? The only part of her and Missouri's conversation she had heard. She could read it on her sister's face now, even though Sam was trying to hide it: her fear. What would Mom have to be sorry for?

Then Sam looked at her, something else on her face now. "Missouri said… she said Jessica was still…" Dee's throat went dry and she looked back to the road. "Still here."

"Yeah… well, would explain some things…"

It's over… do you like them long? Was this okay? I'll try to make the next canon driven chapter less… transcript adaption-y… review please, and wait for the incoming fight…