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Chapter 5

About two months have gone by since they first started working together and Dean was getting angsty. Sam still had no idea that he and Kat were screwing around but it was getting more and more difficult to find a moment alone so they could be together with Sam always around. Dean felt that they should just tell him but Kat wasn't ready for that conversation yet. "What are you ashamed of me or something?" Dean asked one night when they were getting food; Sam stayed behind at the hotel and this was one of those rare moments that they had to spend together.

"Of course not, Dean. But if we tell Sam then we have to tell my dad and your dad and I'm not ready for that. Please just be patient. I promise I will make it worth your while." She said seductively.

"Oh yeah. And what would this entail exactly." Dean said with a smirk of his own.

She smiled and grabbed his hand leading him into the the bathroom. Twenty minutes later they came out of the bathroom with smiles on their faces and Dean couldn't keep his hands off of Kat. They saw that their order was ready. "Perfect timing." she said to Dean.

"Yeah, come on, let's go."

On the drive back, Dean was very quiet and Kat could tell that something was on his mind. "Hey, talk."

"What?" Dean asked.

"Something is on your mind, so talk."

Dean sighed and said, "Have you noticed that Sam has been I don't know a bit off ever since Jessica died?"

"Well, Dean, his girlfriend was murdered in front of him that's enough to drive any man crazy. I mean come on, how would you act if someone murdered me."

"I'd hunt that son of a bitch down and kill them slowly for ever hurting you."

"Aww, that's sweet."

"But I mean that's he's been off like something else is wrong with him and I think it has something to do with these nightmares he's been having."

"They're probably about that night. I'm sure with time they'll go away."

"Who are you trying to convince me or you? You and I both know that something is not right here. And since when are you so calm? You always panic when something is even the slightest bit off."

"I'm just having some faith, you should try it sometime." But there was a reason that Kat was being so calm on the outside but inside she was in the fetal position. She didn't want to tell Dean but something was going with her powers. Sometimes they would be normal, sometimes they were why too powerful, and sometimes they were very weak. It was like her powers were going through a metamorphosis. Not only that, but she had a new ability, she was able to turn objects into stone. She knew that over time it would become stronger and she could turn people into stone as well but she just wanted to be normal, she never wanted more abilities. But what made it even more strange was the fact that she had barely used her powers over the last few months so how she was getting stronger made no sense to her. But if she told Dean then he would just worry and there was no cause for concern just yet.

The next day, Dean was on the computer looking up potential hunts, Sam was doodling the same tree over and over again, and Kat messing around with some potions that she thought could be useful to them, like a cloaking potion which will cause the person to be temporarily invisible.

"Alright. Cruising some websites and I found a few candidates for our next gig. Fishing trawler found off the coast of Cali, the crew vanished."

"I say we go to Cali, I can always use some sun." Kat said.

"And uhh we got some cattle mutilations in west Texas. Hey, am I boring you with this?" Dean asked Sam.

"No, I'm listening. Keep going." Sam said.

"A Sacramento man shot himself in the head, three times." Dean said emphasizing the three. "Any of these things blowing up your skirt, pal?"

"Wait I've seen this."

"Seen what?"

Sam got up and started rummaging through his bag looking for something. He pulled out their father's journal and pulled out a picture of the Winchester family before mary died. "Dean, I know where we have to go next."

"Where?"

"Back home. Back to Kansas."

"O.k. random. Where'd that come from?"

"Alright, umm, this photo was taken in front of our old house, right? The house that mom died in?"

"Yeah."

"But it didn't burn down right? I mean not completely,they rebuilt it, right?"

"I guess so. What the hell you talking about?"

"O.k. 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?" Kat asked.

"I umm, I just uhh, just trust me on this o.k. Both of you."

"Woah, woah trust you?"

"Yeah."

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

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

"Well tough. I'm not going anywhere until you do." Dean said getting aggravated with the situation.

"Come on, Dean, maybe Sam is right and we just need to have a little bit of faith." Kat said trying to reason with him.

Sam sighed and said, "I've had these nightmares."

"We've noticed." Kat said not liking were this conversation was going.

"And sometimes they come true."

"Come again?" Dean inquired confused.

"Look, you guys, I dreamt about Jessica's death for days before it happened."

"Sam, people have weird dreams. I'm sure it's just a coincidence." Dean said trying to reassure his brother.

"No I dreamt of the blood dripping from the ceiling, the fire, everything, and I didn't do anything to stop it because I didn't believe it. And now I'm dreaming about that tree, and our old house, and some woman inside screaming for help. I mean that's where it all started. This has to mean something, right?"

"I don't know, man."

"What do you mean, Dean, this woman might be in danger. You believe me, right, Kat?"

"Sam,... I believe you. But I don't think it's what you're thinking that it is." She added the last part quietly that she didn't think anyone heard her say it.

"See, Dean, we have to go look into this. This might be the thing that killed mom and Jessica."

"Just slow down. First, you tell me you've got the shining. Then, you tell me I have to go back home? When I..."

"When what?"

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

"Look, Dean, we have to check this out, just to be sure." Kat said.

"I'll do it."

They drove to Lawrence and stopped in front of their old house. "So this is it?" Kat asked.

"Yeah." Dean said quietly.

They walked up to the house and knocked. A woman answered with, "Yes?"

"Sorry to bother you, ma'am, but we're with the fede-"

"I'm Sam Winchester and this is my brother, Dean, and this is our friend, Kat. We used to live here. You know we were just driving by and we were just wondering if we could come in and take a look around, see the old place."

"Yeah, that's so funny. You know I think I found some of your photos the other night." The woman said.

"You did?"

"Come in." She let the three of them in with a smile. They walked into the kitchen and saw a little girl at the table doing homework and a little boy in his playpen yelling for juice. "That's Richie, he's kinda a juice junky but at least he won't get scurvy." She said handing him a sippy cup from the fridge. "Sarry, this is Sam and Dean. They used to live here." The woman told her daughter. The little girl smiled at them.

They found out that Jenny and her kids just moved here from Wichita. "So how you liking it so far?" Sam asked.

"Well, uhh, all do respect to your childhood home, I mean I'm sure you have a lot of happy memories here, but this place has its issues."

"Issues, like what?" Kat asked.

"Well it's just getting old. Like the wiring, you know, we got flickering lights almost hourly."

"Oh that's too bad. What else?" Dean asked.

"Uhh, sink keeps getting backed up. There's rats in the basement. I'm sorry. I don't mean to complain."

"No. Have you seen the rats or have you just heard scratching?"

"Just the scratching, actually."

"Mom?" Sarry said. "Ask them if they lived here when they lived here?"

"What, Sarry?" Sam asked.

"The thing in my closet."

"Oh no, baby, there was nothing in their closets, right?"

"Right. No, no, of course not."

"She had a nightmare the other night." Jenny said.

"I wasn't dreaming. It came into my bedroom and it was on fire."

"Well we should get going." Kat said. "We should let you guys get settled in more. Come on Sam, Dean."

As soon as they walked outside, Sam went off on Dean on how he was right and that something was wrong. "We just got a chill out and treat this like any other job."

"Well if this was any other job we would figure out what we were dealing with and find out the history of the house except, this time we already know what it is." Kat said.

"Do we? I mean how much do we really know? How much do you remember Dean?" Sam asked.

"What about that night?"

"Yeah."

"Not much. I remember the fire, the heat, and I remember I carried you out the front door."

"You did?"

"Yeah, you never knew that?"

"No."

"Well you know dad's story as well as I do. Mom was on the ceiling and whatever put her there was long gone when dad found her."

"And he never had a theory about what did it?"

"If he did he kept it to himself. God know we asked him enough times."

"O.k. so to figure out what's going on now, we have to find out what happened back then." Kat said.

"Yeah. Talk to dad's friends, neighbors, and anyone else that was there at the time." Dean said.

"Is this just another job to you?" Sam said.

"I'll be right back. I'm going to the bathroom."

After Dean was gone for ten minutes, Kat went to check on him. She heard him on the phone with John asking him for help. When he turned around he saw Kat standing there. She walked up to him and hugged him tightly. "You always have me, Dean, for anything and everything, just please don't shut me out."

Dean pulled away from the hugged but kissed her deeply. When he pulled away, he looked her right in the eye and said, "I know."

The next day, Dean and Sam went to talk to John's old business partner at the garage while Kat looked into the history of the house. She got a call from Dean while doing her research. "Hey, Dean, I haven't really found anything yet."

"That's alright. I wasn't expecting to find much anyways. Listen I need you to find all of the psychic that you can in Lawrence."

"Alright." She found the yellow pages in their motel room and started reading off their names.

"Wait what was that last one?" Dean asked.

"Missouri Mosely."

"No shit."

"What, Dean, what is it?"

"That's a psychic. Huh, now it makes sense. In dad's journal, the first page, the first sentence, says, 'I went to Missouri and I learned the truth.' I always thought he meant the state."

"O.k. come pick me up and we'll go see her together."

"Alright. See you in a bit." Dean said hanging up.

The three of them were sitting, waiting for Missouri to be done with her client. "Don't worry your wife is crazy about you." She said to the man before letting him out of her house. "Ooh, poor bastard. His woman is cold banging the gardner."

"Why didn't you tell him?" Dean asked.

"People don't come here for the truth, they come here for good news." She looked at them for a moment before saying, "Well, Sam, Dean, Kat, come on. I ain't got all day."

They followed her into the back room and waited for her to speak. "Well let me look at ya. You boys grew up handsome. And you were one goofy looking kid too." She said looking at Dean. "Oh and, Kat, you have gotten so beautiful. You look just like your mama before she died. I can see that your just as powerful as she was, actually even more so and that is saying a lot considering how powerful your mama was."

"You knew my mom?"

"Yes, I did. We worked to together for a few months when she was a teenager and we stayed in contact. She was so beautiful, inside and out, she was spirited, headstrong, but above all she was so kind." She then took Sam's hand and said, "Oh and, Sam, I am so sorry about your girlfriend. And your father, he's missing?"

"How'd you know all that?" Sam asked.

"Well you were just thinking it, just now."

"Well where is he? Is he o.k.?" Dean inquired.

"I don't know."

"Don't know? You're supposed to be a psychic right?"

"Boy, you think I'm a magician. I may be able to read thoughts and energies in a room but I just can't pull facts out of thin air. Please." She motioned for them to sit on the sofa across from her. All of sudden she said, "Boy, don't you think about putting your foot on my coffee table."

"I didn't do anything." Dean said.

"Well you thought it."

"O.k. so our dad, when did you first meet him?"

"Well 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 that I drew back the curtains for him."

"What about the fire? Do you know about what killed our mom?" Dean asked hopefully.

"A little. Your daddy took me to your house. He was hoping I could sense the echoes, the fingerprints of this thing."

"Could you? What was it?"

"I don't know but it was evil. I never saw something evil like that again until about four years later."

"What happened four years later?" Kat asked.

"Oh, honey don't you know?"

"Know what?"

"I felt those same echoes in your mother's apartment in Chicago. Where you were born. Your mother fought against it and it weakened her. What he did to her it was like a poison. It slowly killed her but your mother was strong and she lasted longer than anyone anticipated. She should have died two weeks afterwards but she lasted two years."

"So this thing attacked my mother?"

"That's right."

"Why? I mean why attack my mother and theirs, what was so special about them?"

"That you need to ask your fathers. Only they can answer that for you." Missouri said.

"Well can you come with us and see if it is the same thing as last time?" Dean asked.

"Of course."

They drove over to their childhood home and convinced Jenny to have them look around. Missouri took them into Sam's nursery and explained what happened there that night. "Is that an emf?" Missouri asked Dean.

"Yeah."

"Amateur. Kat, come and help me."

"Me?"

"Yes, you have the ability to sense. You might be able to tell us what you feel."

"But I have nothing to compare it to."

"Yes, you do. This thing was in your home too. That memory buried deep inside you, you just need to tap into it. Just close your eyes and focus on that night. What do you feel?"

"Heat. A lot of it." Kat said.

"Good. What else. A man with strange eyes. Cat-like almost. This feels wrong. It doesn't feel the same."

"You're right. It doesn't because it's not the same. I don't know if all of you should fell disappointment or relief. But this isn't what killed your mom." Missouri said with an encouraging smile.

"How can you be so sure?"

"It's not the same energy I felt all those years ago. It's something different."

"But it feels just as evil." Kat added still focusing her energy like Missouri told her to.

"Not it, them. There's more than one spirit in this place."

"What are they doing here?" Dean asked.

"They're here because of what happened to your family. You see all those years ago, real evil walked into this house. That kind of evil leaves wounds and sometimes wounds get infected."

"I don't understand."

"This house is a magnet for paranormal activity."

"It's a poltergeist, isn't it?" Kat asked.

"Yes, a nasty one, and it won't rest until Jenny and her babies are killed."

"You said there was more than one spirit."

"There is. I just can't quite make out the second one. Kat, why don't you try. It's energy is strongest in the closet."

Kat went into the closet and focused her energy when she started gasping. "Kat, what's the matter?"

"I think it was the second spirit. I don't think it wants to hurt anyone." She said out of breath.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Well either way, it's out of here." Dean said.

They started making hex bags to place them all over the house to purify the house. Once at the house, all of the appliances started to attack them. They did manage to get all of the hex bags into the walls but something still felt off.

The three of them decided to stake out the house in case anything happened. All of a sudden, they saw Jenny banging on her bedroom window yelling for help. The three of them ran into the house to help. Dean went to help Jenny while Sam and Kat went to get Sarry and Richie. When they got to Sarry's room, there was a figure on fire and it was walking towards her. Sam picked up the little girl and told her to cover her eyes. In the hallway, Sam turned to Sarry and told her take her brother outside and not to look back. As the kids were running, something grabbed Kat and Sam and pulled them to the other side of the room and it started choking them.

The figure on fire started walking towards them when Dean burst in the room with his gun cocked ready to fire. "No, Dean." Both of them yelled.

"Why not?"

"Because I know who it is. I can see her now." Sam told his brother.

The fire was extinguished to reveal a beautiful woman, Mary Winchester. "Mom." Dean whispered in disbelief.

"Dean. Sam. I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"Kat, look after my boys."

"I will Mrs. Winchester."

Mary turned away from them and said, "You get out of my house. And let go of my son and his friend." Mary burst into flames taking the spirit with her.

"Now it's over."

Kat and Dean were looking at the picutres when she said, "Wow, Missouri was right."

"About what?"

"You were one goofy looking kid." The two didn't notice Missouri and Sam looking at them.

"Don't you three be strangers." Missouri said.

"We won't."

"Wait, Dean, I need to talk to Missouri for a second."

"Well hurry up, Kat, we got to go."

Kat came over to Missouri and said, "I just wanted to thank you for helping me with my powers. Lately they've been acting a bit strange."

"Mmm, well I'm glad I could help. Here this might help you as well." Missouri handed Kat an old, leather-bound book.

"What is it?"

"It's a book of spells. I know it's not as great as your family's but this may help you on your journey and if you ever need more training, just call me."

"Thanks, Missouri."

"You're welcome, honey."

Kat was in the backseat looking through the book when she found some photos in the back. Some were of her when she was a baby with her mom but some were with her father and mother and even John. "Hey, guys, look at these."

"What are they?"

"Pictures. I guess I really have known the two of you my whole life." Kat said while looking at a picture of the three of them when she was only a year old.