Okay so I've skipped a couple of episodes now. I'm only going to do the episodes I like and the ones that are most important to the story.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. Eric Kripke owns Supernatural and it's scripts and Joss Wheedon owns Buffy. This was made for fun.
I used the TwizTv script for Supernatural Season 1, Episode 9 "Home"
Buffy sat bolt upright, her body covered with sweat and her pyjamas clung to her body, her breathing was heavy and her heart was racing. It had been a long time since she had one of her Slayer dreams. Sure she's had bad dreams before but she always knew the difference between a bad dream and one of her 'prophesies' and the one she just had was definitely a prophesy dream. Usually she could remember them but this one she had was all a blur; all she could remember was a woman screaming – though Buffy couldnt hear her – and she was banging on her bedroom window repeatedly then she felt the white hot flames of the fiery figure behind her as it jumped out at Buffy which was what woke her up. Buffy stretched and groaned at the dull pain in her back. It had been a couple of weeks since her back injury but it was still hurting, though it was healing faster than it would on a normal person. Buffy hadn't been sleeping properly since that day when the shape shifter looking like Dean tried to rape her, and it probably could have if the real Dean and Sam came back when they did. Every time she slept she would dream of the shifter's hands all over her, pushing her over the tub, kissing her and groping her and her shooting it – the sound of the gunshot in her dreams was usually when she woke up. After every dream she would check out too see if Sam and Dean were still there, her gaze resting a little longer on Dean. Things between her and Dean have been a bit strange between them, for the first week it was Buffy that would jump whenever he touched her or came up behind her as the first thing she saw when she looked at him was the shifter's silver eyes. But the past week it was Dean that was being weird, deliberately keeping a distance from her and he only really spoke to her when Sam was around. Tonight was the first night in two weeks that she hadn't dreamed of that night so she was relieved that she was now getting over it and hopefully mend her friendship with Dean but also the new dream she had unsettled her slightly about why she would dream about some random woman in a place she'd never been. She hadn't had a 'prophecy' dream since she left Sunnydale and all her dreams were based in Sunnydale so she didn't know what to make of it. Maybe it wasn't a prophesy; maybe it was just a really realistic bad dream. Buffy sighed as she got out of bed, got herself a glass of water then went back to sleep and this time she didn't dream of anything.
That same morning when Buffy finally woke at a reasonable hour she was surprised that she wasn't ordered to get dressed straight away like usual; instead she actually had time to enjoy her shower and pick out her clothes properly. By the time she had finished in the bathroom, almost an hour, Sam and Dean were still sitting in the places she left them in: Dean at the table on the laptop and Sam laying on his bed doodling in a notepad. Buffy flopped onto her stomach onto her bed and flicked through the magazine she had on her bedside table and they all sat in a slightly awkward silence for a while. None of them had mentioned the shifter since they left St. Louis and neither wanted to be the first to talk about it so for now they left it alone.
Dean finally broke the silence, "All right. I've been cruisin' some websites. I think I found a few candidates for our next gig. A fishing trawler found off the coast of Cali –- its crew vanished. And, uh, we got some cattle mutilations in West Texas. Hey." Buffy looked up to see him looking at Sam who was still doodling in the pad. "Am I boring you with this hunting evil stuff?" he asked seriously.
"Yes." Buffy said as she flicked through pages in her magazine then looked up at Dean and gave him a cheeky grin which he smiled back too.
"No. I'm listening. Keep going." Sam said half heartedly as he never took his eyes off the pad.
Dean looked back at the laptop and cleared his throat, "And, here, a Sacramento man shot himself in the head... Three times. Any of these things blowin' up your skirt, pal?"
Buffy looked back up at Dean, "That one sounds weird enough."
Sam stopped doodling at sat upright, "Wait. I've seen this."
"Seen what?" Buffy asked.
"What are you doing?" Dean asked as he watched Sam riffle through a duffel bag and pull out the thick leather journal. He picked out a photo from inside the journal and he placed it side by side with the picture he drew. "Dean, I know where we have to go next." Sam said as he stared at the drawing and the photo.
"Where?"
Sam looked at his brother, "Back home –- back to Kansas."
Buffy dropped the page in her hand and wide eyed she looked from brother to brother. Dean sort of shook his head and pulled a face, "Okay, random. Where'd that come from?"
Sam held up the photo from the journal, Buffy couldnt see the photo properly from her angle but she could tell it was a picture of a couple standing outside a house. "All right, um, this photo was taken in front of our old house, right? The house where Mom died?"
Dean hesitated, not liking where this was heading, "Yeah."
"And it didn't burn down, right? I mean, not completely, they rebuilt it, right?" Sam asked.
Dean shrugged, "I guess so, yeah. What the hell are you talkin' about?"
Sam put the photo and drawing down on the bed and walked over to Dean, "Okay, look, this is gonna sound crazy but….the people who live in our old house –- I think they might be in danger." He said as Dean got out the chair he was in.
"Why would you think that?"
Sam started to speak but then he hesitated. "Uh…it's just, um….look, just trust me on this, okay?" he said hastily and turned back around and moved over to his bed.
Dean took his arm before he could move, "Wait, whoa, whoa, trust you?"
"Yeah." Sam answered as he removed his arm from Dean's grip and continued to his bed.
Buffy sat up in the middle of the bed and crossed her legs, "Dean?"
He just ignored her. "Come on, man, that's weak. You gotta give me a little bit more than that."
"Dean?" Buffy said again a little louder.
Sam shrugged, "I can't really explain it is all." He replied.
Dean started to open his mouth when Buffy knelt on the bed, "Dean! He's your brother; can't you just trust what he says?"
Dean gave Buffy a sidelong glance then shook his head, "No. I need an explanation. I'm not goin' anywhere until you do." Dean said all this looking at Sam, waiting for an explanation.
Sam sighed and scrunched a fist nervously, "I have these nightmares."
"I've noticed." Dean nodded.
Sam hesitated again, "And sometimes….they come true."
Buffy's ears pricked up and she almost fell off the bed in shock.
"What?" Buffy asked stunned.
"Come again?" Dean asked just as stunned at the same time as Buffy.
Sam looked from Buffy to Dean with wide eyes, though Buffy's wide eyes beat him, "Look, Dean….I dreamt about Jessica's death –- for days before it happened."
Dean rolled his eyes, "Sam, people have weird dreams, man. I'm sure it's just a coincidence." He stated a little too calmly as he sat down on the bed opposite Buffy's.
"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?"
Buffy crawled off the bed, "Oh this means something alright" she stated with a nervous laugh.
Dean looked up at Buffy with only half concern and Sam looked down at her with big eyes.
She stopped when she reached Sam's side. "You had a dream about a blonde woman? Was she banging on this huge window with fire behind her?"
Sam nodded. "How did you-?"
"I had the same dream." Buffy explained.
Dean stood back up, "What?"
Buffy looked at Dean for a second before looking back at Sam and nodded in confirmation that she did just say that. "I had the same dream. Last night. I just put it down to your everyday bad dream... I had a feeling it was a prophesy but-"
Dean waved his hand in front of Buffy's face, "Whoa, whoa there! A prophesy? You telling me you've had these before?"
Buffy nodded. "When I became the slayer and moved to Sunnydale I was having nightmares and then they started coming true. Then I was told by my Watcher that Slayer's have prophetic dreams and..." she looked up at Sam apologetically, "a Slayer always has them when something bad is coming."
Sam sucked in a breath and blinked a few times, "Right so it definitely means something's going to happen there. We've got to go. Now."
Dean sank back down on the bed "I don't know." He sighed and put his head in his hands.
Sam sat on Buffy's bed so he was facing opposite his brother, "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!"
Dean took his head out of his hands and got up and started pacing around the bedroom. Buffy sat down beside Sam. "All right, just slow down, would ya?" Dean said then he went quiet and continued pacing for a few seconds. "I mean, first I'm told that you've both got the Shining? And then you tell me that I've gotta go back home? Especially when…." Dean trailed off and looked at the floor.
"When what?" Sam asked.
Dean looked back at Sam and Buffy knew that if she wasn't here he'd probably cry, "When I swore to myself that I would never go back there?"
Sam's look softened when he saw how affected his brother was and as he spoke it was almost a whisper, "Look, Dean, we have to check this out. Just to make sure."
Dean nodded and drew in a long breath, "I know we do."
Sam put a reassuring hand on his brother's shoulder before getting up and beginning stuffing all his belongings inside his duffel. Buffy and Dean got up at the same time, Buffy hesitated putting a hand on his arm then thought better of it and let it drop to her side. "You okay?" she asked softly.
Dean gave her a quick glance, "I'm fine." He said too calmly and walked out the motel room.
Buffy sighed and folded her arms.
"It's not you."
Buffy turned to face Sam. "What's not me?"
Sam folded a blue striped shirt, "It's not you he's got the problem with." He stated as he placed the shirt inside the duffel.
Buffy groaned as she walked over to her bed and pulled out her own duffel bag and started taking her clothes out the wardrobe. "Really? Sam, he can't even look at me. I get the feeling he doesn't want me around anymore." She said as she threw clothes into the bag, not caring about creases for once.
Sam chuckled lightly, "Like I said, it's not you he's got the problem with. It's himself. And the shifter." He stopped what he was doing and turned his body to face her, "He feel's responsible for what happened to you and I think that he thinks you can't be around him because it reminds you of what happened. Don't take it personal Buffy, believe it or not but he's actually thinking of what he thinks is best for you."
Buffy sighed louder, "But I know the difference between him and that... thing. I think he forgets that I'm not a normal girl, I've been doing this job a long time now – obviously not as long as you two but believe me I've been in worse situations." She stated as she threw all her belongings into the duffel, taking a longer time putting in the photo of her friends inside – Sam and Dean had seen the photo standing on the bedside table but they'd never asked her questions.
Sam didn't say anything else as he finished packing his stuff. When they were all packed – and Sam packed all of Dean's stuff too – they headed to the car where Dean was already waiting. Sam threw him the room key and Dean went into the reception. Sam took Buffy's duffel and threw it in the trunk.
"He'll get over it. Give him time. He always does." Sam said quietly and Buffy only had time to nod as Dean came back.
They all got inside the car and Dean sped off to Kansas.
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Dean pulled up across the street from the house Buffy remembered from her dream. A large white house with huge windows and a tall tree sat outside the front.
"You gonna be all right, man?" Sam asked.
Dean thought about it for a moment then looked at his brother, "Let me get back to you on that."
They all got out the car and slowly walked across the street and up the front porch. Sam knocked on the door and they shuffled nervously as they waited, when a woman answered the door Buffy and Sam both looked shocked when they saw it was the same woman from their dream.
"Yes?" The woman asked a little confused at the faces infront of her.
Dean didn't even have to think of a lie, "Sorry to bother you, ma'am, but we're with the Federal—"
Sam cut him off and smiled at the woman, "I'm Sam Winchester, and this is my brother, Dean. We used to live here. You know, we were just drivin' by, and we were wondering if we could come see the old place."
Buffy and Dean both looked at him like he was crazy then they looked back at the woman and smiled politely. The woman held a strange smile on her face like she was putting together a puzzle in her mind.
"Winchester. Yeah, that's so funny. You know, I think I found some of your photos the other night." She explained.
"You did?" Dean asked wide eyed.
The blonde woman nodded and stepped aside to let them in, "Come on in."
Buffy followed the boys inside and she stopped beside the woman and smiled, "I'm Buffy. I'm travelling with them." She laughed and held out her hand.
The woman laughed also and took Buffy's hand to shake, "I'm Jenny."
Jenny headed into the kitchen and Buffy followed her with Sam and Dean following slowly. In the large kitchen there was a girl about ten sat at table doing homework and a toddler in a playpen at the other side of the room.
"Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice!" The little boy called as soon as he saw his mother.
Jenny opened the refrigerator and Buffy Sam and Dean stood around the table.
"That's Ritchie. He's kind of a juice junkie." She took a Sippy cup out of the fridge and headed to her son, "But, hey, at least he won't get scurvy." She cooed as Ritchie took the cup and she stroked his hair. She walked back over to the girl sat at the table and put a hand on her shoulder, "Sari, this is Buffy, Sam and Dean." Jenny pointed at each person when she called their name, "Sam and Dean used to live here."
Dean waved, "Hi"
Sam smiled. "Hey, Sari."
Buffy just waved and gave Sari a smile.
After a moment Dean spoke into the silence, "So, you just moved in?"
Jenny picked up some stray newspaper from the table, "Yeah, from Wichita."
Dean put his hands into his jacket pocket, "You got family here, or….?"
Jenny's face fell as she quickly shook her head and fiddled with the papers, "No. I just, uh….needed a fresh start, that's all. So, new town, new job –- I mean, as soon as I find one. New house."
"So, how you likin' it so far?" Sam asked as he looked around at the room.
Jenny threw the papers into the trash, "Well, uh, all due respect to your childhood home –- I mean, I'm sure you had lots of happy memories here. But this place has its issues."
Neither Sam nor Dean look fazed, "What do you mean?" Sam asked.
Jenny sighed as she thought," Well, it's just getting old. Like the wiring, you know? We've got flickering lights almost hourly."
Buffy knew that as a sign for spirit activity, or so Dean and Sam informed her, though she just thought that it was just a bad electrical job. "Oh, that's too bad. What else?" Dean asked, his voice sounded interested but his face was set to 'all business', Buffy didn't know how he could look so calm hearing that there could be a spirit in his old family home.
Jenny thought for anymore signs that the house was past its sell by date. "Um…sink's backed up; there are rats in the basement." She paused when she remembered they lived here before, "I'm sorry. I don't mean to complain."
Dean shook his head and held up a hand to signal he wasn't offended, "No. Have you seen the rats or have you just heard scratching?" Dean was straight into investigative mode.
Jenny shook her head again, "It's just the scratching, actually."
"Mom?"
Buffy and the boys turned their attention to Sari at the table and Jenny knelt down beside her, "Ask them if it was here when they lived here." Sari said to her mother quietly, though loud enough for them to hear.
"What, Sari?"
Sari looked up at Sam, "The thing in my closet."
Jenny shook her head and smiled, "Oh, no, baby, there was nothing in their closets." She looked up at the others for encouragement, "Right?"
Sam smiled, "Right. No, no, of course not."
Buffy nodded, "Your mom's right but, Sari, why do you think there was something in your closet?"
"She had a nightmare the other night." Jenny explained.
"I wasn't dreaming." Sari spoke up and looked at Buffy, "It came into my bedroom –- and it was on fire." Buffy, Sam and Dean looked at each other in shock. Buffy knew it was the thing in her dream that Sari saw.
"You know what," Buffy looked at her watch, "we really have to go. It was really nice to meet you Jenny. Sari." Buffy said as she looked at the boys and they nodded.
"Yeah we should go." Dean said and followed Buffy out the house.
Sam walked backwards, "Thanks for showing us the place, we'll let ourselves out" Sam waved then spun around and practically ran out the house.
Sam caught up to Buffy and Dean, "You hear that? A figure on fire." He said to both of them.
Buffy nodded and she was still in shock.
"And that woman, Jenny, that was the woman in your dreams?" Dean asked as he pulled out the car keys.
Sam nodded. Dean looked to Buffy, "Yeah. That was her." She confirmed.
"And you hear what she was talking about? Scratching, flickering lights, both signs of a malevolent spirit." Sam added.
Dean sighed, "Yeah, well, I'm just freaked out that your weirdo visions are comin' true." He said as he got to the car.
Sam was panicking so much he was barely breathing as he spoke, "Well, forget about that for a minute. The thing in the house, do you think it's the thing that killed Mom and Jessica?"
Dean was playing with his keys as Sam was speaking but when he finished Dean snapped his head up and had a confused frown on his face, "I don't know!"
"Well, I mean, has it come back or has it been here the whole time?" Sam asked as Dean was about to put the keys in the car door but stopped him.
Dean looked up, Buffy could feel how pissed off he was getting with his brother, "Or maybe it's something else entirely, Sam, we don't know yet." Dean tried to explain that it may not be the thing that killed their mother. He hoped.
Sam shook his head, "Well, those people are in danger, Dean. We have to get 'em out of that house."
Dean nodded and put the key in the car door, "And we will." He said as he opened the door.
"No, I mean now."
Dean had opened the door but shut it again and looked at Sam, "And how you gonna do that, huh? You got a story that she's gonna believe?" his voice was getting higher and higher.
Sam just shared the same look as Dean, "Then what are we supposed to do?"
Dean was about to speak again when Buffy waved her hands around, "Alright, alright. That's enough testosterone poisoning for today. Look we just need to calm ourselves. Let's get to a motel, book ourselves in and just chill then we can think of what we're going to do." Buffy was surprised with how teacher she sounded and she was even more surprised when she saw Dean nod.
"That's exactly what I was trying to say." He pointed to Buffy and grinned then looked at Sam and they shared a look that Buffy couldn't decipher then Dean got inside the car and Buffy followed. Sam stood outside for a few seconds before finally getting inside also.
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They never got to the motel. They got as far as the next gas station when Buffy declared she had to pee, she was also quite hungry too, so when they stopped at the gas station Buffy ran to the toilet in record time while Dean filled up the car and Sam sat on the trunk of the Impala with a moody face on.
"We just gotta chill out, that's all. You know if this was any other kind of job, what would we do?" Dean was asking himself more than to Sam.
Sam sighed, "We'd try to figure out what we were dealin' with. We'd dig into the history of the house." Sam explained.
"Exactly, except this time, we already know what happened." Dean stated.
Sam nodded once, "Yeah, but how much do we know? I mean, how much do you actually remember?"
Dean looked at Sam with a raised eyebrow, "About that night, you mean?"
"Yeah."
Dean pursed his lips as he thought and kicked the toe of his boot on the gravel as he spoke, "Not much. I remember the fire…the heat." He paused for a second and took a long breath, "And then I carried you out the front door."
Sam looked at Dean perplexed, "You did?"
Dean shrugged, "Yeah, what, you never knew that?"
"No." Sam said shaking his head.
Dean looked at the gas monitor and decided to leave the gas pump in a little longer, "And, well, you know Dad's story as well as I do. Mom was….was on the ceiling. And whatever put her there was long gone by the time Dad found her." He didn't look at his brother as he stumbled over some of the words.
"And he never had a theory about what did it?"
Dean took the gas pump out of the car, "If he did, he kept it to himself. God knows we asked him enough times." He said as he put the pump back and closed the gas valve on the car.
"Okay. So, if we're gonna figure out what's goin' 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, neighbours, people who were there at the time."
Sam looked at his brother, "Does this feel like just another job to you?"
Dean seemed to hesitate for a moment. "I'll be right back. I gotta go to the bathroom. Go pay for the gas." He said as he headed to the side of the gas station where the toilets were situated.
Buffy almost bumped into Sam as she came out the store, "Sam watch where you're going!" she laughed as Sam picked up some sweets she dropped.
"Hungry?" he joked as he put it back on the pile that was almost too big for her to see over.
Buffy gave him a fake smile, "har har! I know how long these car rides can be and I may get peckish." She explained.
"You do know Dean would have eaten half that pile before we've gotten anywhere?" Sam laughed.
Buffy nodded in agreement. She had noticed Dean was a sweetie monster. "Speaking of," she looked outside to see the Impala without its driver, "where is he?"
"In the bathroom. And I get lumbered with the gas bill... again." Sam stated as he pulled out his money clip with a lot of green notes.
"Awwwww" Buffy cooed, "poor Sammy" she laughed as she continued out the store and putting and headed for the car.
As she walked she saw a figure standing outside the toilets, he looked a lot like Dean from the back Buffy noticed, and the curious side of Buffy got to her and she threw the sweets into the back of the car and silently made her way over to the toilets. She kept to the walls and she stopped when she reached the corner. When she looked around she noticed now that it was definitely Dean, he leant on the wall with his back to her with one of his many cell phones as his ear.
When he spoke Buffy was surprised as it wasn't something she was used to hearing.
"Dad?" Dean's voice quivered, £I know I've left you messages before. I don't even know if you'll get 'em." He cleared his throat before he continued, "But I'm with Sam. And we're in Lawrence. And there's somethin' in our old house. I don't know if it's the thing that killed Mom or not, but…." His voice broke at the end and he paused. Buffy heard him breathe back sobs and she fought to keep her own tears at bay. "…I don't know what to do." Dean whispered and he began to cry, "So, whatever you're doin', if you could get here. Please. I need your help, Dad." He cried and hung up and Buffy's heart broke and she felt her own tears fall.
Dean put the cell back into his pocket and he wiped away the tears that fell on his face and he took a deep breath to calm himself before returning to his brother and Buffy. But when he turned around he saw a shocked, tear streaked, Buffy stood behind him.
"W-what are you doing here?" He asked, his voice was still shaking with emotion but he tried his hardest to pull it off.
Buffy just looked at him for a few seconds, "Are you okay?" she asked, her own voice a little shaky.
Dean shrugged, "why wouldn't I be." He tried his hardest to sound normal but a hint of embarrassment was in his voice, "How long have you been standing there? Where you spying on me?" his voice was stronger now but he still sounded more embarrassed than anything.
Buffy walked a little closer to him, "I wasn't spying, I was... I heard... Are you okay?" Buffy stumbled over the right words to say to him and she reached her hand out to stroke his face but Dean caught it and squeezed it hard. Even Buffy was surprised at the strength behind it.
"Just because I let you come along with us doesn't give you the right to snoop on me and my private life!" he yelled in her face.
Buffy's mouth opened and closed a few times. "I-I wasn't snooping I was just-"
Dean threw her hand away from him, "Well just don't... leave me alone" he said quietly and walked past her, bumping her shoulder as he passed.
She knew that he was more embarrassed than anything that she saw him cry, which was why he shouted at her to save face but she wouldn't deny that it didn't hurt. She just wanted to comfort him and he threw it back in her face. Buffy composed herself for a second then headed back to the car. Sam and Dean were already sat inside and when she got in she avoided his gaze at her in the review mirror and Sam turned around to face her. "Where did you go?"
Buffy glanced at Dean for a moment before looking back at Sam and smiled, "I uh just needed to stretch my legs before I got in the car. My legs get so stiff sitting in here for so long."
Sam laughed and nodded, "Yeah, I know the feeling" he turned back to Dean, "So where we going?"
Dean decided that they would check in then ask around about their dad.
They found a motel that wasn't far from the centre of town and Dean checked them in while Buffy and Sam got the stuff out the car. When Dean returned all their belongings were out the car and Dean threw Buffy a key. "Here, I was able to score you your own room"
Buffy caught the key but she wasn't sure why he was acting so cool, like nothing had happened, like he hadn't shouted at her. Did he get her a room because he wanted to apologise or was it because he didn't want to see her? Dean was acting so cool Buffy couldnt decipher it. "Thanks" Buffy said quietly and picked up her bags.
Dean and Sam picked up their own, Sam also picked up the remaining bags that belonged to Buffy that held her lighter stuff in. "So where are we going next?" Sam asked as they headed to their rooms. Dean and Sam were in room 12 and Buffy had room 11. They all stood outside their rooms.
"I thought we could talk to the guy dad used to own the auto shop with, if he's still here." Dean said as he put the key in the door and let it swing open. Sam nodded with him.
"You know what," Buffy said as she unlocked her room door, "I'm pretty beat so do you guys mind if I stay and you two go?" She really couldnt handle another minute with Dean until she cleared her head.
Dean shrugged "Whatever" he grumbled and went inside his room.
Buffy looked at the space where Dean was no longer stood before shuffling the bags on her shoulders and kicking the door lightly so it swung open.
"Hey," Sam had dropped his bags and he lent on her door frame. Buffy dropped her bags on the floor when she entered then turned around to see Sam with concern on his face. "You okay?"
Buffy nodded, "I'm fine." She made her lips into a smile and took the doorknob, "I'll catch up with you guys later."
Sam nodded slightly and pushed himself off the doorframe, "Okay, I'll see you soon."
When Sam had moved into his own room Buffy shut the door and slid down and fell to the floor. She wrapped her arms around her knees and rested her head on her knees. Buffy didn't know if she and Dean could recover from what happened those two weeks ago. Whenever she tried to show him that she knew it wasn't really him that did those things to her, he kept pushing her away and she had to admit that when he grabbed her wrist earlier she felt the same fear as she did when the shifter had her. It was like every time she took one step forward, Dean would take two steps back.
She was sat on the floor for a few minutes when she heard the rumbling of the Impala's engine and it growling off. Buffy groaned and got off the floor and unpacked all her things, when she took out the last item in her bag, the photo of her and her friends, she stroked their face and put it on the bedside table. She really did miss all her friends in Sunnydale, especially her sister. She knew that she was crazy for just leaving them, but her friends left her to crawl out her own grave – Buffy figured out that Willow and Tara must have found a spell to bring her back but thought it didn't work and left her there. For all Buffy knew they could still think that she's dead. A couple of times Buffy's thought about calling them and letting them know she's safe but she knew they would make her go back... and she wasn't ready for that yet. Even if it pained her to see Dean pulling away from her it didn't mount to the heartbreak she'd received when she lived in Sunnydale.
When all her clothes had been unpacked Buffy started putting up her punch bag and changed into sweats, at least there was one way she could take her frustration, pain, annoyance, everything that she was feeling and not be worried about the circumstances. She punched and kicked away at the bag for about half an hour and then showered and changed back into the clothes she was wearing before. Just as she finished drying her hair she heard the ringing off the phone sat on the bedside table.
Buffy answered it carefully, "Hello?"
"Buffy? It's Sam." Buffy let out the breath she was holding when she heard the familiar voice.
Everything okay? You find anything out about your dad?" She asked. They never usually call her.
Sam breathed down the phone, "Everything's fine. We think we may have found a lead."
Buffy crossed her legs on her bed and switched the receiver to the other ear as Sam spoke, "A psychic named Missouri Moseley. You wanna come check it out with us? I thought it might be something to interest you."
Buffy smiled at his thoughtfulness, "Sure, what's the address? I'll meet you guys there."
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Buffy wrote down the address Sam called out and said bye and hung up and she put on her combat boots, picked up her black leather jacket and keys, then left the motel and walked to the address. It was only a few blocks away, fifteen minutes at the most but if she ran she would reach there before the boys in the Impala. Buffy took a few wrong turns as she walked but the good thing about a Slayer is that they have a good sense of direction so within twenty minutes she spotted the Impala outside a house. It didn't look like a place for a psychic to do what they do, it looked... normal. Sam and Dean got out the car and Buffy apologised for being late and they head inside. When she entered Buffy knew this woman wasn't a fake, she could feel the woman's psychic energies buzzing around the place. She wondered if the other two could feel it too but judging by their faces they didn't and Buffy copied them by sitting on the couch waiting for her to finish with whoever she was talking to in the next room.
Not two minutes later did a large African American woman walk into the hallway with a man around her age, "All right, there. Don't you worry 'bout a thing. Your wife is crazy about you." The woman said smiling. The man thanked her and left, when the woman closed the door she looked at the three sat on the couch, "Whew. Poor bastard. His woman is cold-bangin' the gardener." She dead-panned.
"Why didn't you tell him?" Dean asked.
"People don't come here for the truth. They come for good news." The woman, Missouri Buffy guessed, said. "Well? Sam and Dean, come on already, I aint got all day." She said as she left the hallway and into another room. Sam and Dean exchanged a confused a look and followed Missouri, Buffy trailed behind them. Missouri turned and smiled at the boys, "Well, lemme look at ya." She looked the boys up and down, "Oh, you boys grew up handsome." She pointed a finger at Dean and chuckled, "And you were one goofy-lookin' kid, too." Dean glared when Buffy and Sam chuckled.
It was when she chuckled that Missouri seemed to notice that Buffy was there and smiled at her, "And you're more beautiful than these two combined. How did you end up having to put up with these two?" Missouri joked and as Buffy went to speak Missouri took her hand.
Buffy was going to say "Well there was unforeseen circumstances that drew them together" but before she could say anything Missouri's face changed, "So much pain..." she sighed and looked Buffy in the eye, "You've lost so many you love. Including the only one you ever loved. So much responsibility for such a young child." Missouri didn't seem to realise that she was talking out loud. Missouri must have been looking through Buffy's memories. Buffy saw Dean was giving her a weird look when Missouri said the part about the one she ever loved and Buffy shrugged her shoulders at him and her mind trailed to the shifter, Dean being weird with her, then when Dean caught her listening to his voice message and frightening her. Missouri let her hand go and slapped Dean on the head.
"Boy that's no way to treat a lady! Can't you see this girl cares about you; you shouldn't take her for granted. You may need her more than you think" Missouri said in her best authority tone as Dean rubbed at his head and glared at Sam when he smirked.
"Sam." Missouri smiled at Sam and took his hand, "Oh, honey…I'm sorry about your girlfriend." Dean and Sam look at each other with their eyes practically out their sockets.
"And your father –- he's missin'?" Missouri said and Buffy could hear her heart racing.
"How'd you know all that? About me and Buffy?" Sam asked.
"Well, you were just thinkin' it just now." Missouri replied and let his hand go.
"Well, where is he? Is he okay?" Dean asked.
Missouri shrugged, "I don't know."
Dean raised his eyebrows, "Don't know? Well, you're supposed to be a psychic, right?" Dean asked impatiently.
Missouri glared at Dean, "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." She gestured to the couch behind her.
Buffy and Sam smirked as they sat down, Sam on the far end and Buffy in the middle, Dean on the other side. Dean was about to lift his foot when Missouri pointed at him, "Boy, you put your foot on my coffee table, I'm 'a whack you with a spoon!"
"I didn't do anything." Dean said innocently.
"But you were thinkin' about it." Missouri told him to which Dean raised his brows and Sam barely contained a laugh.
Sam shuffled in his seat for a second before speaking up, "Okay. So, our dad –- when did you first meet him?"
"He came for a reading. A few days after the fire. 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.
Missouri nodded, "A little. Your daddy took me to your house. He was hopin' I could sense the echoes, the fingerprints of this thing." She explained.
"And could you?" Sam asked.
"I…." Missouri trailed off and shook her head.
"What was it?" Sam's voice was etched in concern.
"I don't know. Oh, but it was evil." Missouri said so softly Buffy almost couldnt hear her.
"So…you think somethin' is back in that house?" Missouri asked a second later.
"Definitely." Sam said.
Missouri shook her head again, "I don't understand."
Sam furrowed his brows confused, "What?"
Missouri looked up at Sam, "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?"
Sam shrugged and shook his head, "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."
Dean rolled his eyes, "That's a comforting thought."
"Do you think...." Buffy spoke up and everyone looked at her, "Do you think we should go to the house? I mean like Missouri could see if it's the same thing that you know... killed your mom."
Dean looked at her for a second, "You know that's not a bad idea," he smiled then looked up at Missouri, "You up for it?"
Missouri was a little hesitant at first then seeing the two boys she hadn't seen since they were babies she nodded.
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Arriving half hour later back at their old family home Buffy and Missouri followed Sam and Dean up the steps to the front door and stopped when Sam rang the doorbell. Jenny answered with Ritchie in her arms and she was wide eyed and breathless, "Sam, Dean, Buffy. What are you doing here?" she asked defensively.
Sam smiled. "Hey, Jenny. This is our friend, Missouri." Sam pointed to Missouri beside him.
"If it's not too much trouble, we were hoping to show her the old house. You know, for old time's sake." Dean suggested.
Jenny calmed her breathing and adjusted Ritchie on her hip, "You know... this isn't a good time. I'm kind of busy."
"Listen, Jenny, its important-" Missouri cut Dean off by smacking him on the back of his head, "Ow!"
"Give the poor girl a break; can't you see she's upset?" Missouri yelled at Dean and moved in front of him and smiled at Jenny, "Forgive this boy, he means well, he's just not the sharpest tool in the shed, but hear me out."
Dean looked on stunned and Buffy and Sam couldnt help but smile at him.
"About what?" Jenny asked nervously.
"About this house." Missouri stated.
Jenny laughed, "What are you talking about?"
Missouri looked her straight in the eyes, "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?"
"We're people who can help, who can stop this thing. But you're gonna have to trust us, just a little." Missouri said softly.
Jenny looked at all four of them on her doorway for a second then moved herself aside and ushered them in.
Missouri headed straight up the stairs, the rest following behind, and she moved into a fairly big room decorated in pink.
"If there's a dark energy around here, this room should be the centre of it." Missouri said as she stopped in the centre of the bedroom.
Buffy, Dean and Sam entered the room inside, Jenny waited downstairs.
"Why?" Sam asked.
Missouri turned to look at him, "This used to be your nursery, Sam. This is where it all happened." Everyone except Buffy looked at the ceiling. Buffy looked at the ceiling but found nothing out of the ordinary. She didn't understand what a spirit had to do with Sam's nursery. Missouri continued looking around the room and she turned back around when she saw Dean pull out a small black box. "That an EMF?"
Buffy found out that EMF was short for Electromagnetic Frequency; she'd been around the boys long enough to find out they use this EMF to find spirits.
Dean turned on the EMF, "Yeah."
Missouri turned back around to continue looking around, "Amateur."
Dean glared at Missouri and nudged Sam, they both looked at the EMF beeping frantically and all the lights were flickering. Buffy guessed that it was bad.
"I don't know if you boys should be disappointed or relieved, but this aint the thing that took your mom." She said as she looked around the bedroom and hovered her hand over objects.
Buffy looked at the girly makeup stand at the other side of the room and sighed. Sari was just a child; she had a little brother and a very sad mother. They didn't deserve any of this.
"Wait, are you sure?" Sam asked.
Missouri nodded.
"How do you know?" Buffy asked finally entering the room fully and stopping beside Sari's white and pink bed.
Missouri sighed, "It isn't the same energy I felt the last time I was here. It's somethin' different."
"What is it?" Dean asked, turning off the EMF.
"Not it." She replied and opened the closet and stepped inside, "Them. There's more than one spirit in this place." She explained as she looked around inside the closet.
"What are they doing here?" Dean asked.
"They're here because of what happened to your family." Missouri came back out of the closet, "You see, all those years ago, real evil came to you. It walked this house. That kind of evil leaves wounds. And sometimes, wounds get infected." She explained as best as she could.
Buffy had no idea what she was talking about, she thought their mother died of a house fire – that's what Dean told her. She suddenly realised from the shifty, uncomfortable looks that Dean was giving her that she didn't know everything. He told her their mother died in a fire and he never explained how they came bout in this field of expertise. Buffy figured the two were connected and she was definitely going to get some answers.
"I don't understand." Sam broke through Buffy's thoughts.
Missouri shut the closet and moved over to Sam, "This place is a magnet for paranormal energy. It's 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." Buffy said. The looks she was getting from Dean confirmed that he still didn't trust her enough for her to know what happened to his family.
"There is." Missouri confirmed, "I just can't quite make out the second one."
"Well, one thing's for damn sure -" Dean spoke up, "- nobody's dyin' in this house ever again. So whatever is here, how do we stop it?"
Missouri thought for a second, "I have an idea." She said and left the room.
"Are we supposed to follow?" Sam started to say when Missouri's voice yelled from downstairs.
"Come on! We haven't got all day!"
Dean smiled, "I take that as a yes." He laughed and headed back downstairs.
Sam was leaving the room when Buffy took his arm. "Sam. Your mom's death. It wasn't... It wasn't a normal house fire was it?" She already knew the answer but she wanted the truth.
Sam's lip twitched, "Dean never told you." It was more a statement to himself than a question to her. He looked at Buffy, "No. It wasn't a house fire. It was... something. We dont know what."
"And that's why you guys do this job?"
Sam sighed and placed a hand on Buffy's back, "It's kind of hard to explain and no offence but we're not big on talking about it and we're not ready yet but I promise we will explain everything when we know everything." He said as he moved her out the room and led her down the stairs.
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They all said goodbye to Jenny and left the house, Dean, Missouri and Sam were talking on their way to the car and Buffy – who was trailing behind them – could feel the back of her neck tingling; like she was being watched. She looked around Jenny's house but found nothing; when she carried on walking she noticed a man moving out from a corner around Jenny's house, like he was just hiding around the corner. She never got a good enough look at his face, all she could tell was that he was quite old and he didn't want her to see his face by the way he was covering his face with his coat as he got into his own car, which was parked a few houses away from Jenny.
Buffy heard Dean shout her to hurry so as she watched the guy she thought was following them drive away she continued to the Impala.
"You okay?" Sam asked when she got inside.
Buffy nodded, "Yeah. I just... thought I saw something." She looked back out the window but the car was no longer in sight.
They ended up back at Missouri's house, Missouri told them to gather in the dining room while she pottered around. When she came back after a few minutes with her arms full of bags full of different herbs, various sticks, and heaps of cloth, and she spread them out on the table.
"Okay," All four sat at the table, "so what we're going to do is take a handful of everything and put them on one of these," Missouri started opening all the bags and putting handfuls of everything onto one of the square bits of cloth and wrapping them up "and tie it up."
Buffy was a little hesitant sticking her hands in dirt but she did it anyway and she tied up her bag when Dean spoke up. He picked up something dirt like from one of the bags and sniffed it, "So, what is all this stuff, anyway?"
"Angelica Root, Van Van oil, crossroad dirt, a few other odds and ends." Missouri explained as she pulled all the corners of the cloth together and tied it up.
Dean licked a bit of dirt from between his fingers then instantly spat it out. Buffy and Sam shared a look and shook their heads at each other, "Yeah? What are we supposed to do with it?" Dean asked.
"We're gonna put them inside the walls in the north, south, east, west corners on each floor of the house." She explained as she started on another bag.
"We'll be punchin' holes in the dry wall. Jenny's gonna love that."
Missouri looked up at Dean and gave a small sly smile, "She'll live."
Sam picked up one of the readymade bags, "And this'll destroy the spirits?"
Missouri nodded, "It should. 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 bad."
"How bad?" Buffy asked.
Missouri didn't answer, she picked up all the cloth bags and left the room and once again the three of them were left wondering if they should follow, that was until Missouri popped her head back around the room and ordered them to follow. Once again Buffy and the boys followed her with childish grins on their faces.
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When they got back to Jenny's house it took them a while to persuade her to take the kids to a movie while they sorted out the poltergeist. When Jenny finally agreed Missouri ushered her and the kids outside and told her not to come back until the movie had finished. When Jenny and the kids were gone they each took one of the bags and split up: Sam went upstairs, Missouri went to the basement, Dean to the kitchen, and Buffy in the living room.
Buffy searched around the living room for a place to put the bag and the best place she could find was inside the fireplace. Buffy ducked and crawled inside the fireplace and realised it was smaller than it looked and she only had enough room for one hand and with a lot of stretching and scratches she managed to wedge the bag between two loose bricks. When it was firmly in place Buffy stopped stretching and congratulated herself then the next thing she knew something wrapped itself around her ankle and pulled her out the fireplace. The skin on her upper arms grazed off the walls of the fireplace and Buffy thought they were on fire they were so painful. A soon as she was out the fireplace she stopped moving but the thing wrapped around her ankle tightened, she looked at her foot quick enough to notice it was the plug wire from the tv before she was thrown into the wall. All the air escaped her lungs and her black dots filled her eyesight and the next thing she knew she was being thrown onto the floor again. Buffy was able to grab the wire attached to her ankle and tried with all her strength to rip it off her ankle but the more she tried the tighter it wrapped around her ankle. A cry escaped her lips when she was thrown down onto the glass coffee table and a few shards pierced her skin. Without thinking Buffy picked up the biggest shard of glass and as the wire lifted up to throw her again she sliced the wire, not before she was thrown again and she landed in the hallway below the stairs just as Dean ran out the kitchen.
"Holy crap you okay?" Dean asked as he helped her up.
Buffy slowly got to her feet, putting most her weight on the foot that wasn't almost crushed by a wire.
"I'll be fine," she said as she put a hand on Dean's arm and pulled herself up, "Can't say much for the TV though."
"Let's check Sam's still alive," Dean said as he wrapped a hand around Buffy's waist to help her up but he immediately let go when she cried out, that's when he noticed the small shards of glass sticking out her back and sides. He apologised but Buffy just waved him off, "I'll survive." She said and started up the stairs with Dean following behind to make sure she didn't fall back. And he couldnt help but look at her bottom while she walked.
When they got up the stairs they went to Jenny's room where Sam was placing the herbal bag and they found Sam passed out on the floor with a wire wrapped around his neck.
"Sam!" Dean yelled.
"Oh God." Buffy mumbled with a hand over her mouth.
Dean rushed over to Sam and tried to pry the cord off but it wouldn't budge, he got up and turned to Buffy, "You're stronger than me. Get that thing off him while I finish this."
Buffy knelt beside Sam and tried her hardest to pull the wire from his neck, she was able to pull hard enough to stick her hands under the wire so it came away from his neck slightly and it gave her more leverage to pry the wire away. While she did this Dean kicked a hole in the wall and threw the bag of herbs inside. When he did this a blinding white light filled the house and when the light was gone Buffy felt the cord go limp in her hand. Dean crawled over to his brother and unravelled the cord from his neck. Sam coughed repeatedly as Dean pulled him into a fierce hug and Buffy felt all her adrenaline leave her body and she fell against Dean and she pulled an arm over Sam to hug him.
After a few minutes they heard footsteps coming up the stairs and they looked up to see Missouri standing in the doorway shaking her head at them, "You'd think you three had never done this kinda thing before." She said then headed back downstairs. All three laughed and got up and headed downstairs to see the damage that was done.
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The only damage done to the living room was the coffee table and the TV wire but in the kitchen the food from the fridge was all over the floor and all the knives were stuck in the dining table.
Missouri held her hands out at the sides and closed her eyes for a minute. "I can't feel anything. It's gone."
Buffy was sat on the kitchen counter beside the sink and Dean was picking out the bits of glass in her back and sides and was cleaning her up. "Thank god. I don't think I could go through anymore tonight." Buffy hissed when Dean pulled out a big shard of glass and he wiped the blood away with a cloth. "Sorry" he mumbled and carried on cleaning her wounds gently. Buffy turned her head to look at him and gave him a small smile, "its okay. Thanks."
Dean looked up at her and returned her smile and they looked at each other for a moment before Dean looked away and pulled out another shard of glass that made Buffy jump and look forward. She saw Missouri looking at them with a smile and a raised eyebrow.
Sam looked around the room, "You sure this is over?" he asked Missouri.
Missouri turned to Sam and nodded, "I'm sure. Why? Why do you ask?"
Sam thought he could sense that there was still something but he couldn't figure out what, he shook his head, "Never mind." He sighed. "It's nothin', I guess."
The front door opened and they heard the chatter of Jenny and the kids. "Hello? We're home." Jenny called as she shut the door, soon after she entered the kitchen with the kids and her face fell at the mess around her and Dean picking out the last of the glass from Buffy, "What happened?"
Sam smiled uncomfortably, "Hi, sorry. Um, we'll pay for all of this." He said quickly and Dean threw him a confused look.
Missouri gave Jenny a big smile, "Don't you worry. Dean's gonna clean up this mess." Missouri looked at Dean who was just stood by the sink, "Well, what are you waiting for, boy? Get the mop."
Dean shook his head as he walked away.
"And don't cuss at me!" Missouri yelled and Dean continued walking away muttering under his breath.
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Buffy, Sam and Dean all helped clean up the house and Buffy promised she would replace the coffee table and TV before they left. The house was clean after an hour and it was getting very late so they decided to leave Jenny and the kids to sleep. Buffy wanted to sleep since it was over; she was running low on adrenaline. They all left and Dean drove Missouri back home and they said goodnight to her and Dean drove back to the motel.
"Actually, Dean," Sam started, "Could you drive back to Jenny's?"
"Why?" Dean asked then smirked at him, "You think you could tap that? I think she's outta your league" he chuckled.
Sam shook his head, "No. I want to make sure they're okay. I have a... feeling."
"Maybe you're just hungry"
Sam shook his head, "I'm not hungry Dean."
Dean frowned, "I'm hungry."
"I'm tired..." Buffy mumbled in the back, curled up on her side, her eyes fluttering open and closed.
"Dean, just trust me okay. Can we go back to Jenny's?"
Dean sighed and turned the car back around and headed back to Jenny's.
Dean parked the car opposite Jenny's and he, Sam and Buffy sat there. Sam said he was waiting but Buffy had no clue as to what they were waiting for. She didn't know how long they sat there for but every now and again Buffy dozed off but woke up when she moved a certain way and the pain woke her.
This time when she woke from the pain in her back Buffy heard the boys talking.
"All right, so, tell me again, what are we still doin' here?" Dean asked.
Sam shrugged, £I don't know. I just…I still have a bad feeling."
"Why? Missouri did her whole Zelda Rubenstein thing, the house should be clean, and it should be over." Dean explained.
"Yeah, well, probably. But I just wanna make sure, that's all." Sam muttered.
Dean sighed, "Yeah, well, problem is I could be sleeping in a bed right now." He said and slid down in his seat and closed his eyes. Sam sighed and looked back at the house and something moving in front of Jenny's window made him look up and he saw Jenny banging on the window and screaming.
"Guys! Look!"
Dean and Buffy looked up to what Sam was pointing at and for a second Buffy thought she was dreaming again but when Sam and Dean left the car Buffy knew it was real this time and she got out the car and ran for the house, because she couldnt put a lot of weight on her foot yet she was a lot slower than usual so she was still making her way when the boys were already storming through the house. Buffy got inside just as Dean and Jenny were coming out and Dean pushed her back outside. Minutes after they got out Jenny's daughter Sari ran out the front door with her little brother holding her hand beside her.
Dean knelt beside Sari as Jenny scooped up Ritchie. "Sari, where's Sam?" he asked panicked.
Sari tried to calm her crying, "He's inside. Something's got him."
Both Buffy and Dean looked at the front door and it slammed shut on its own.
"Sam!" Buffy yelled and ran for the front door.
Dean came beside her with a rifle and an axe and he moved her out the way as he started chopping chunks out the door. Buffy ran to the back of the house and with all her speed ran into the door that went into the kitchen and it came straight off its hinges and Buffy and the door felt to the floor, luckily the glass smashed as it fell to the floor and Buffy wasn't impaled with glass this time. When she looked up she saw Sam pinned to the wall close to the door leading to the hallway, about four feet away from Sam was a burning spirit, it was literally on fire – Buffy could feel the boiling heat radiating from it as she got up and walked carefully closer to Sam. Seconds after she made it Dean ran into the kitchen.
"Sam? Sam!" Dean noticed the burning spirit and held his gun up and Buffy picked up a tub of salt from the kitchen counter.
"No, don't! Don't!"
Dean quickly glanced at Sam, "What, why?!"
Sam smiled, "Because I know who it is. I can see her now."
Buffy looked at Sam, "Her?"
Suddenly the fire vanished and standing in front of them was a blonde woman in a white night dress. She was beautiful, and looked no older than thirty, with wavy blonde hair shaping a small pale face. Her eyes. Buffy knew those green eyes.
Buffy looked at Dean and saw those same green eyes falter, his face softened and he lowered his gun, "Mom?" he asked softly.
She smiled and stepped closer, "Dean." When she spoke Dean's eyes started to fill up.
The spirit of their mother moved away from him and started to Sam, Dean never took his eyes off her the entire time. "Sam." She smiled, Sam smiled weakly as he cried – looking at his mother for the first time. Her smile faded, "I'm sorry."
"For what?" he asked shakily. She looked at him sadly, but she didn't say anything. She started to turn and smiled at Buffy. Buffy stiffened.
"Buffy." The spirit of Sam and Dean's mother spoke softly and Buffy shivered that she knew her name, "take care of my boys." She said seriously and Buffy nodded.
She continued to turn around and she looked up at the ceiling, "You get out of my house. And let go of my son." She once again burst into flames and Buffy had to shut her eyes it was so hot and bright. When she opened them the fire was gone and Sam was no longer pinned to the wall. Sam and Dean walked to each other and Sam placed a hand on his brother's shoulder to hold himself up, "Now it's over." Sam mumbled.
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The three of them stayed with Jenny till Missouri arrived after Dean called her and told her what happened. Before Missouri showed up they were visited by the police that the neighbours called when they saw Buffy and Dean breaking their way into the house. Buffy, Dean and Jenny explained vaguely that arsonists were trying to set her house on fire with her and the kids inside and Buffy and Dean broke inside and chased the kids off before any real damage was done. When the police had gone and Missouri showed up Missouri ordered them to go home and rest. The next morning none of them had any sleep, Buffy was too freaked out that their dead mother knew who she was and the boys probably because they just saw their mother after twenty years. When they arrived Missouri was still there and she cleaned up the glass from the kitchen and the wood from the front of the house. As soon as they arrived Dean stated that they were only here to make sure everything was okay and that they were leaving straight after. Jenny left them for a moment and she came back with a tin and gave it to Dean. It was full of old photo's of his parent when they were younger, of them at their wedding, of their mother pregnant, his mother holding 'baby dean', his mother pregnant with Sam and holding him at the hospital when he was born. He thanked her but he wasn't entirely sure he wanted them, it hurt too much too look at them.
Buffy and Sam sat on the steps outside the house, sitting in silence like they have done since the visit from his mother. Buffy wanted to ask what actually happened to their mother, obviously it was no ordinary house fire and Sam wanted to know how their mother knew who Buffy was. Has she been watching over them all this time?
"Well, there are no spirits in there anymore, this time for sure." Missouri said as she came out the house and sat beside Sam.
"Not even my mom?" Sam asked.
Missouri shook her head, "No."
"What happened?" Sam asked
Missouri thought of the best way to describe it, "Your mom's spirit and the poltergeist's energy, they cancelled each other out. Your mom destroyed herself goin' after the thing."
Sam shook his head, "Why would she do something like that?"
"Well, to protect her boys, of course." Missouri smiled.
Buffy gently knocked Sam and squeezed his shoulder. Sam nodded at them both with tears forming in his eyes.
"Sam, I'm sorry." Missouri said softly.
"For what?"
"You sensed it was here, didn't you? Even when I couldn't."
Buffy frowned and Sam let out a cry, "What's happening to me?"
Missouri sighed, "I know I should have all the answers, but I don't know."
Buffy ran a hand up and down Sam's back comfortingly and she tried not to show the shock on her face of what she found out. Sam could now sense things that I couldn't even pick up? What the hell is going on?
"Hey Girls, you ready?" he shouted with a little smile at his brother and Buffy.
Sam smiled at Dean's joke and nodded and got up, he helped Buffy up and they both said goodbye to Missouri and headed for the car. Jenny thanked all three at the car and then headed back up to the house and she stood at the steps with Missouri.
"Don't you three be strangers." Missouri called.
Dean called back, "We won't."
"See you around." Missouri called seriously like she knew that one day in the future she was going to see them again. Jenny waved as all three got into the impala and drove off to their next destination.
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Missouri stayed with Jenny until they were gone and she double checked the house to make sure there was nothing spiritual left over. When everything was clear Missouri told Jenny that she would stop by whenever she could and for her not to be a stranger if she needed anything then started off home herself. When she got inside she set her purse on the table and let out a breath she had been holding for days. "That boy…he has such powerful abilities. But why he couldn't sense his own father, I have no idea." She said as she walked into her living room to see Sam and Dean's father, John Winchester, sat on her couch.
"Mary's spirit –- do you really think she saved the boys?" He asked gruffly.
Missouri nodded, "I do."
"That girl with them – who is she?"
Mary shrugged, "A friend."
John nodded sadly and twisted the gold wedding ring on his finger.
"John Winchester, I could just slap you. Why won't you go talk to your children?"
John choked back tears, "I want to. You have no idea how much I wanna see 'em. But I can't. Not yet. Not until I know the truth."
There, that's my version of "Home" hope you guys enjoyed it and the next episode will be episode 10 "Asylum"
As always reviews are always nice.