Chapter Seven: Welcome to Lawrence
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. This chapter does contain parts of the transcript to stay as close as possible to the episode. Also I was going to make this one long chapter but I've decided to split this into two parts.
Alison's POV
I tied up my runners and decide to go for a run, it always helps to clear my head. I start running out to the orchard behind our house. The orchard has always been what Dad calls my not so secret hide out. I'm running because I'm still reeling from realizing that I might be part of this demon John's hunting war or whatever a few nights ago. Dad's been extra watchful of me especially since I told him that the nightmares have come back. And I don't blame him, I'm so on edge for hours after having one. Now with wondering if I'm part of this war and the nightmares I'm barely sleeping, which Dad isn't so thrilled about.
I run until my legs start to feel like Jello. I plopped myself down under one of the apple trees and looked to the sky watching the sun starting to rise. I'm not usually the praying type but sitting here thinking about everything that's only starting to come to light I can't help but at least try. "God, it's me Alison. Just in case you don't know who's praying or whatever. I don't even know if you're listening but with everything that's going on, I need some guidance. Why do I keep having these nightmares? What is John hunting? And more so how do I keep Dad, the boys and myself alive?" I take a deep breath and lean back against the tree. "Well when you have a chance just look out for us okay? I have a feeling it's going to get messy and we're going to need all the help we can get. Thank you. I mean, Amen."
I got up and made my way back to the house. By the time I got back and showered Dad was already down at his desk digging through books of lore. "Hey Dad." He looked up and smiled at me, putting down the book in his hand.
"Morning baby girl. Did you go for a run again this morning?" I nodded and was about to sit down when our landline went off. Dad pushed papers around trying to find the phone when I found it and answered.
"Singer's Salvage."
'Can you put Bobby on? I need to ask him about a potential case .'
"Well good morning to you too Samuel." I said, tossed the phone to Dad and headed to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. I don't bother listening in on what Dad is talking to Sam about and take my post in the kitchen by our wall of phones.
Meanwhile in a motel room
Dean's POV
I come out of the bathroom from brushing my teeth, to find Sam talking on the phone with Bobby about how he thinks there's a case back in Lawrence. I sit down on the bed and start searching the web for potential cases. Cattle mutilations in West Texas, some dude in Sacramento shot himself in the head three times, I wonder if one of these grabbed Sam's attention. I looked up and he was off the phone staring at some doodle of a tree.
"Wait I've seen this before." Sam muttered staring at the paper.
"Seen what? Dude seriously what are you doing?" Sam is searching through his duffle bag when he pulled out an old photo of us with Dad in front of our old house.
"Dean, I know where we have to go next." Okay let's see where he's going with this before I check him into a mental ward. "Where do we need to go oh wise one?" I said sarcastically as I pack up the laptop. "Back home...Back to Kansas." Sam stopped pacing and looked over to me. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. That's random. Where is this coming from Sammy?" Sam passed me the picture of us with Dad.
"So this picture was taken in front of our old house, right? The one where mom died?" I sighed "Yeah, what about it Sam?"
"Okay look this is going to sound crazy... But I think that the people living in our old house are in danger."
"Why would you think that?" He's officially lost it. How can he think this new family is in danger? It's not like he's psychic. "Um..it's just..you know what I just need you to trust me on this Dean." And there's the bitch face, he's walking away too great. "Wait, whoa, trust you? You need to give me something concrete here. Not just blind faith." Sam launched into how he has these nightmares that sometimes come true and that we needed to leave. The thing is I swore to myself that I would never go back there.
Alison's POV
I'm throwing clothes and weapons into my duffel as fast as I can. Dad told me that Sam thinks they might have and case and not long after that Sam called me. Him and Dean were heading back home...Back to Lawrence. I texted John, he needed to know that there's something going down where it all started for them. I grabbed my bag, phone and keys off my bed and headed downstairs to say bye to Dad before hitting the road. I have about a six hour drive ahead of me. Thank god it's still early enough that I can make it there before dark.
"Dad! I'm heading out, I'll call you when I meet up with the boys." Dad looked up from his desk and waved. "Be safe Alison. Y'all better come home in one piece or I'm locking you in the panic room for the rest of your life." I laughed as I left the house and got in my car. I turned the keys in the ignition and heard the engine roar to life. Oh how I loved that sound. I pull out my phone and called Sam as I turned onto the highway.
"Hey AJ."
"Hey Samsquatch. I just headed out, should be there in a few hours." I turned on some tunes and Wayward Son came on. Heck yes! "So what's the deal with the 911 for Lawrence?"
"It's a hunch AJ. Just leave it at that. Dean is already on my ass about going off a hunch." I heard him sigh, I swear I can see him running a hand over his face. "Sammy...What aren't you telling me? You know I hate going in blind. Give me something." I quickly scan for cops before stepping on the gas and hearing my engine rev.
"AJ just trust me alright! That's all you need to know." He hung up on me. That ass hat! He may be my best friend but so help me God, I will put that boy in his place.
Dean's POV
"Dude, did you just hang up on her? You realize she's going to chew you out, right?" I looked over to Sam and I get the bitch face. I swear he's pms-ing all the time lately, he's worse than a chick.
"Yeah well she pissed me off. She can get caught up when she gets here." He looked down at the picture in his hands and said, "How far away from the house are we?" I turned off the main drag and headed down the street to our old house.
"A couple blocks. Sam are you sure about this? Because I'm not so thrilled about coming back here." I ran a hand through my hair and drummed my fingers on the wheel as we pulled up to the house. I barely get the car in park and Sam is already making his way up to the door. I bang the wheel in frustration and get out meeting him as the front door opens.
"Hi I'm Sam Winchester, and this is my brother Dean. We used to live here. We were driving by, and we were wondering if we could see the old place." I looked at him pissed. What the hell was he thinking?
"Winchester? Yeah that's so funny. I think I found some of your pictures the other day."
"You did?" I'm surprised there was even stuff left that survived the fire. She nodded and stepped aside welcoming us into the house. After talking with her and the kids that lived there now, there's definitely something going on at the house. The flickering lights, the scratching in the walls both are signs of a malevolent spirit.
"You hear that a figure on fire?" Sam panicked. "And you hear what she was talking about? The lights, scratches..."
" Yeah well I'm just freaked out that your weirdo visions are coming true." My phone starts ringing in my pocket. I look at the number and see that it's Ali. "Hey Ali. Did you make it into town?"
"Yeah Dean-o. Just pulling into the gas station on Louisiana. Meet me there?" We climb into the car and I turn on the engine. "Sure thing. We're just leaving the old place now. See you in a bit."
Alison's POV
I see Dean and Sam pull up. I'm leaning against the hood of my car drinking a slushie trying to stay calm. Hopefully they have more Intel than the lame hunch excuse Sam used to get me here.
"Ali looking ready to kick ass as always." Dean smirked and stole the slushie out of my hand. I try to give him my best bitch face but I start laughing when he follows up with his blue steel. "Give me back the slushie and nobody gets hurt." Dean looks me straight in the eye, takes one more swig then hands me back what's left of it.
"So Sam what's the deal with this case? Or are you just going to say it's a hunch and bitch." I looked over to Sam who was avoiding my gaze like a puppy who knows it's in trouble. Dean raised his hands and slowly backed away.
"Well I got to hit the pisser. Try not to kill my little brother."
"Are you going to speak or just stand there Sam? Because if you want to keep me in the dark I'll just turn around, head back home and find a hunt of my own." I scoffed and turned to get back in my car when Sam started speaking.
"Look AJ, I'm sorry...It's just I needed to figure out if the dream I had was true." I stopped dead in my tracks and whirled around to look at him. "Wait...What do you mean if the dream I had was true?" I waited for him to answer patiently, well as patiently as one can when your best friend is having supposed premonitions.
"AJ..I've been having dreams...Well more like nightmares that have been coming true." He ran a hand through his hair then shoved his hands in his jacket pockets. "Dean and I talked to the family that lives there now. The daughter has seen a figure on fire in her closet, there's been flickering lights and scratching in the walls." I chewed on my lip a bit before speaking.
"Sounds like it could be potentially a malevolent spirit. Do you two think it's the same thing that killed your mom?" At this point Dean came back and looked surprised that I hadn't murdered Sam. "We don't know. Figured we could ask around and see if anyone remembers anything about the fire."
"Any idea on where to start? I'm assuming we're going with the rookie detectives stuck on cold cases act." Sam and Dean cracked a smile. "Why of course Detective Grey. Let's swing by the garage Dad used to own." I rolled my eyes and followed the boys in my car to the shop.
After talking to the owner we found out that John had gone to a palm reader in town. Sam walked up to a payphone and started leafing through the yellow pages. "All right so there's a few psychics and palm readers in town. There's someone called El Divino. Then there's the Mysterious Mister Fortinsky." Sam and I started laughing. "And someone called Missouri Moseley." I read aloud, that name was ringing a bell and I couldn't put my finger on it.
"Wait, wait. Missouri Moseley?" Dean asked. "She's a psychic?"
"Yes, I guess so." Dean reached into the backseat of the car and started looking through John's journal. "In Dad's journal. First page, first sentence. Read it." Sam got passed the journal and read from the journal.
"I went to Missouri and I learned the truth."
"I thought he was talking about the state. Not some psychic." Dean grabbed the journal back and put it in the backseat. I looked at both of them and said "Well what are we waiting for? Let's go see if Missouri knows anything."
Sam's POV
The three of us are sitting on the couch waiting for Missouri when AJ's phone started buzzing. She pulled it out of her jacket pocket and looked at it. I looked down and saw the caller id. "Are you going to answer that AJ?" She looked up at me hesitating before muting the phone. "Nope, not right now. I can't deal with that in the middle of a case."
"You know you're going to have to deal with it sooner rather than later, right?" She stood up and started pacing the room, ignoring what I said. Not that long after Missouri was escorting a man out of the house.
"All right there. Don't you worry about a thing. Your wife loves you." She closed the door after him and turned to us saying. "Poor bastard. His wife is cold bangin' the gardener." AJ stopped pacing and Dean asked, "Why didn't you tell him?"
"People don't come here for the truth. They come here looking for good news." She stopped and grabbed AJ's hand. "My word Alison Singer, you've gone and grown up on me. Well Sam and Dean, come on already, I don't have all day." She left the room and we all looked at each other confused, following her into the next room.
"Oh Sam, I'm sorry about your girlfriend and your daddy's missin'?"
"How did you know all that?" I raised my eyebrow and looked over to AJ who seemed to be lost in thought.
"Well, you were just thinking it right now." Missouri was also looking over to AJ. "Alison will you stop worrying about that phone call and come sit down child?" AJ snapped out of her thoughts and mumbled a quick sorry and sat down beside me on the couch. While Dean was bombarding Missouri with questions, I thought it was a good idea to check on AJ.
"Hey. Are you sure you're okay?" AJ sighed and started playing with her bracelet. "Sam, I just packed up and left the minute Dean said John was missing. I just packed up my apartment and left. I didn't bother leaving a note..." I was about to reply when Missouri shouted. "Boy, you put your foot on my coffee table. I'll smack you with the spoon." Dean looked guilty and casted his eyes down.
"Okay...So our dad, when did you meet him?" I asked cutting the tension in the room.
"Well he came for a reading. A few days after the fire. I told him what was out in the dark. I guess I drew back the curtains for him."
"So John just took your word for it? Did you know what killed their mom?" AJ piped up.
"Oh no honey. Alison, all I could sense was that it was evil." Missouri looked at all of us and said "Now, how about we go check on this family and bless that house."
Alison's POV
All of us got back to the house. At the door we were greeted by a very distressed Jenny, Richie in her arms.
"Hi Jenny, I'm Alison a friend of Sam and Dean's. And this is Missouri, she's a friend of the family." I said to her, seeing that she was clearly upset about something.
"If it's not too much trouble, Sam and I wanted to show Ali and Missouri the old house. You know for old time's sake." Dean spoke up and Jenny was shaking her head.
"Look it's not a good time. I'm kind of busy." She moved to close the door, declining Dean.
"Listen, Jenny it's important..." Dean was cut off by Missouri smacking him upside the head. "OW!" I couldn't help but laugh. Served him right, didn't he notice how freaked out Jenny was.
"Give the girl a break! Can't you see that she's upset?" Missouri said to Dean as she turned to Jenny. "Forgive this boy, he means well, he's just not the sharpest tool in the shed. But please hear us out." I started to cough, choking back laughter causing Dean to glare at me and Sam to give me a high five.
"About what?" Jenny asked Missouri.
"About this house. I think you know what I'm talking about. You think there's something in the house, something that wants to hurt your family. Am I mistaken?" Jenny looked at us wide eyed and confused.
"Who are you people?" She asked and I gave her a reassuring smile.
"Jenny, we're people who can help. We want to stop this thing but you need to trust us. Please." Jenny looked unsure but let us in. We moved through the house, following Missouri from room to room, as she felt a presence in the house. She led us up the stairs and down the hall to the last room on the left. I didn't know why but I could sense the darkness, to the point where I started feeling really sick. Turns out that room used to be Sam's nursery, it's where it all started. Dean started waving his EMF around and it was going crazy.
"I don't know if you boys should be relieved or not, but this ain't the thing that took your momma." Dean looked a bit relieved but Sam, he looked more disappointed. "Wait, are you absolutely sure?" Missouri nodded.
"It's not the same energy that I felt before. It's something different altogether. And you can sense it too, can't you Alison?" By the time she said that I was leaning up against the doorway trying not to be sick. I nodded to her and left the room, leaving the boys with Missouri. I got downstairs and grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen.
We headed back to Missouri's to get things to purify the house. She had told us everything that we would have to do, Sam seemed skeptical. "So this will destroy the spirits?" He asked.
"It should. It should purify the house. We'll take each floor but we'll have to work fast. Whatever is in that house won't want to leave." Missouri warned. "Now Alison, may I talk to you in private for a moment." Catching my attention I nodded and followed her into the other room.
"What's up?"
"What's wrong, child?" She asked in a concerned voice. "I'm not sure what you mean Ma'am." I replied trying to avoid giving a straight answer.
"Don't you lie to me, Alison Singer. I've known you since you were a child. You may not remember that but I can also read your mind." She stared at me and I started to squirm. "What has you so scared? And why are you avoiding those phone calls?"
"I don't know." I answered truthfully. "I know I should answer the calls but I don't. And the nightmares have come back."
"Oh honey. You should answer that boy, he's worried about you. As for the nightmares, something is blocking me from reading your mind but I think it's trying to protect you."
"What do you mean blocking you? What's it trying to protect me from?" I asked with tears starting to fall down my cheeks. Missouri grabbed my hand in hers and gave it a little pat.
"Whatever is protecting you is good, Alison. You're special child, that's why you are affected so much by whatever's in that house." I put my head in my hands and just let it all go, tears streaming down my face.
"What does it mean?" She passed me some tissues and rubbed my back.
"I don't know." She answered, I was about to say something when the door opened behind us and someone walked in.
AN: So what did you think? Who walked in on Alison and Missouri, and who is this boy Alison's avoiding? All will be revealed in the next chapter. Please read and review! Cheers and have a great week! -Vickie
