Well, I promised to have it out soon, I have to say, I did a pretty good job! This chapter is much (much) longer than the last. Please enjoy and review. I'm really excited!


1x09 Home (Sam and Dean go back to Lawrence following a vision Sam has of their old home.)

"Dean, I know where we have to go next." Sam finally said, looking down at the picture.

"Where?"

"Back home-back to Kansas."

Dean swallowed. "Okay, random. Where'd that come from?"

"All right, um, this photo was taken in front of our old house, right? The house where Mom died?" Sam asked.

"Yeah."

"And it didn't burn down, right? I mean, not completely, they rebuilt it, right?" Sam continued.

"I guess so, yeah. What the hell are you talkin' about?" Honestly, Dean wanted to shut down the conversation right then but knew that he had a job to do.

"Okay, look, this is gonna sound crazy but….the people who live in our old house–-I think they might be in danger."

"Why would you think that?"

"Uh…it's just, um….look, just trust me on this, okay?" Sam started to walk away but Dean followed him.

"Wait, whoa, whoa, trust you?" Dean scoffed. Oh come, on Sam. You gotta do better than that.

"Yeah."

"Come on, man, that's weak. You gotta give me a little bit more than that."

"I can't really explain it is all."

"Well, tough. I'm not goin' anywhere until you do." Dean told him stubbornly.

"I have these nightmares." Sam finally said.

Dean nodded. "Yeah, I noticed."

"And sometimes….they come true."

Dean looked stunned. He opened his mouth to retort but nothing came out. He sat on the bed and tried again. "Wait, come again?"

"Look, Dean….I dreamt about Jessica's death –- for days before it happened."

"Was that what Cas was trying to tell me?" Dean asked.

"Castiel knew?" Sam asked, wide-eyed.

"He's a freaking angel, we've gotta assume he knows everything." Dean retorted.

"Well, we'll deal with that later then. The family living in the house might be in danger. I mean, this might even be the thing that killed Mom and Jessica!"

"All right, just slow down, would ya?" Dean stood up and began pacing. "I mean, first you tell me that you've got the Shining? And then you tell me that I've gotta go back home? Especially when…."

"When what?" Sam asked.

"When I swore to myself that I would never go back there."

"Look, Dean, we have to check this out. Just to make sure." Sam said softly.

"I know we do." He replied.


IN LAWRENCE

"I'll be right back. I gotta go to the bathroom." Dean told his brother, walking around the corner and taking out his cell phone. Drumming his hand on his leg, he brought his phone to his ear.

"This is John Winchester. If this is an emergency, call my son, Dean at 866-907-3235."

After the beep, Dean left his message. "Dad? I know I've left you messages before. I don't even know if you'll get 'em." He cleared his throat. "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…."

Dean took a breath to steady himself. Just being in town again was releasing a powerful stream of bad memories. "…I don't know what to do. There's a lot of weird going on lately. So, whatever you're doin', if you could get here. Please. I need your help, Dad."


Dean, Sam and Missouri Mosely stood in Sari's bedroom. Dean knew it as someone else's though.

"If there's a dark energy around here, this room should be the center of it." She concentrated carefully.

"Why?" Sam asked.

"This used to be your nursery, Sam. This is where it all happened." She told him somberly. Sam couldn't help glancing at the ceiling. While Missouri kept looking around the room, and Dean pulled out a piece of equipment. "That an EMF?"

"Yeah." Dean answered, adjusting the controls.

"Amateur." Missouri told him. Dean glared, he made it himself and he was proud of it.

He looked back down to measure the readings but the EMF Meter started beeping frantically.

"I don't know if you boys should be disappointed or relieved, but this ain't the thing that took your mom."

"Wait, are you sure? How do you know?" Sam asked. The beeping became faster.

"It isn't the same energy I felt the last time I was here. It's somethin' real different."

"What is it?" As Dean asked. "Shit!" he jumped back and dropped the EMF Meter as it exploded in his hands.

In front of them stood the angel. Missouri jumped back in surprise.

"Who is this? It's presence is so strong!" Missouri shouted.

"Missouri, it's alright. This is—" Sam began.

Castiel approached the woman. "My name is Castiel. I'm an angel. Hello." Missouri sat down, hard. Dean did his best to ignore this, it wasn't time for coddling. He had bigger questions.

"Cas, you mentioned prophets before. Is Sam a prophet?" Dean asked. The angel averted his eyes.

"No, he is not."

"He had a vision about the future. That's a prophecy, isn't it."

"There are many reasons a dream like that could come to be...Sam did not have a prophecy."

Dean looked at the angel. "Why are you so sure? What aren't you telling me?" Dean demanded. "And how did you know it was a dream?"

"Cas, just tell us." Sam urged.

"I…was the one to send the dream to you, Sam." Castiel told him, meeting the younger brother's eyes with a great intensity.

"What?" Dean growled. "Why the hell did you do that?"

"I was on a demon hunt. I found this house with an unusually strong demonic presence. The demon won't reveal itself to me. This place was your old dwelling, I believed you would both be willing to help the people residing here."

Dean relaxed a little but still looked pissed. "If you wanted our help, why the hell didn't you just ask?"

Castiel stared straight at him. "Because whatever I ask, you seem to do the exact opposite."


Missouri calmed down after being re-introduced to Castiel. Dean chastised Castiel for breaking his EMF Meter and she cuffed him over the head and told him to act more respectful to an angel. Dean could have sworn Cas looked smug for an instant. They lay purification bags around the house, thanked Jenny for letting them come in again and left.

Dean had told Castiel teleport to the car as not to scare Jenny. ('This is your hunt, you gotta stay and help us gank this sucker.')

Missouri head home while Sam and Dean camped out in front of the house. Castiel, sitting in the backseat, looked slightly tense.


Finally about an hour into the stake-out, Castiel whipped his head around to look at the upstairs window. Jenny was screaming and pounding on the window. In an instant, Castiel was gone.

"Shit." Dean breathed, slamming the car door behind him and running toward the house. The boys started kicking the front door as the they heard crashing on the second floor. It took several kicks for the wood to splinter under their feet enough that they could reach in and open the door.

"Sam, grab the kids." Dean ordered, already climbing up the stairs. He ran to Jenny's room. A poltergeist appeared near the bed, causing Jenny who was standing petrified against the wall, to shriek. An instant later, Cas appeared. The two supernatural beings flitted across the room like a game of tag, finally, Cas, who seemed to be faster, grabbed the poltergeist by its neck and slammed it into the wall.

It wailed in the shock of being tangible and thrashed wildly. A thick wire extension cord slowly wound itself around Castiel's leg and started sliding up his torso. The angel looked down at it put didn't release his grip of the poltergeist. Dean grabbed his knife to cut the cord but a loud bang sounded from the lower floor.

"Dean, that's Sam. There's something else has just appeared downstairs. Go to your brother." The wire had wrapped around his neck completely and he stopped talking but still the angel didn't seem particularly worried.

"Are—" Dean asked. Cas nodded impatiently and hurled the creature at the wall. Dean ran downstairs. "Their weakness is iron!" Dean called, running back downstairs.

"Sam! Sam!" He called. Sam stood facing the spectral ghost. He raised his iron knife to charge at it.

"No! Wait, Dean! Wait!" Sam called. The figure had caught fire. Quickly as they had come, the flames burnt out, leaving behind the form of their mother.

"Mom." Dean could hear his heartbeat in his throat. She was beautiful. She was standing in front of them but she didn't look alive and that's the only thing that stopped him from losing control and running to her.

"Dean. Sam. I'm sorry." Her face sounding real, just like the wonderful woman she had been.

"For what?" Sam asked with tears in his eyes. Their mother smiled before diverting her attention towards the ceiling.

"You, let my sons go. Get out of my house." She ordered. There was a great flash of the exorcized demon before the spirit of their mother turned to flames once again.


The three men stood on the stairs.

"Cas, you defeated the poltergeist?"

"No, I didn't have the chance. The spirit of your mother, it vanquished it. It destroyed her though, for that I am sorry." Castiel told them.

Sam nodded, still looking like he was having a hard time putting back the pieces again. He stuck his hands in his pockets and wandered away towards the Impala.

Dean took a breath. "I'm going to level with you, Castiel. I've never been particularly happy to see you, especially the last couple times. But you stuck your neck out for Sam and I got to thank you for that."

"No thanks in necessary." Castiel's eyes looked uninterested, even as Dean talked. Dammit, Dean thought. He didn't say those words lightly. Still, Dean had a question he needed to ask.

Dean clasped his hands between his knees and thought for a moment."Cas. Why did you save me?"

"I don't know what you mean." Castiel's eyes didn't move from where they stared at the sun.

"Why do you keep coming to help us? You're from heaven, and there are billions of people. Why do you care about what happens to me?" Dean looked at the angel with breaking eyes.

"You're different Dean. You always will be."


From here on out you might start to notice that its more about sticking around and being part of the pre-Team Free Will than leaving them on their own and saving them on whims like the first couple chapters seemed like. It's complicated for all of them, and there's always someone who is unhappy for now, but its three very different people forming a connection...

Please review! I'll get me moving on the next chapter and hopefully, help me give you a better experience as a reader! :)