Chapter 9 - Home


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-Spoiler Alert : Spoilers of season one of Supernatural.

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School, school and again school. If I'm not hunting, eating or sleeping, I'm doing school work. And like usual, I don't understand shit of those science stuff.

"All right" Dean said, I look up to him sitting in front of me on his laptop "I've been cursing some websites. I think I found a few candidates for our next gig. A fish trawler found off the coast of Cali, its crew vanished. And, uh, we got some cattle mutilations in West Texas. Hey" he looks at Sam "am I boring you with this hunting stuff?"

I glance at Sam who is on the bed we share drawing.

"No" he doesn't look up "I'm listening. Keep going".

"And, here, a Sacramento man shot himself in the head. Three times" Dean waves in front of Sam's face "any of these blowing up your skirt, pal?"

"Wait" Sam ignores Dean "I've seen this".

"Seen what?" I ask.

Sam gets up and starts searching in his duffel bag.

"What are you doing?" Dean asked confused.

Sam founds a photo and looks back at his drawing.

"Dean, I know where we have to go next".

"Where?"

"Back home" he announced "back to Kansas".

"Okay, random" Dean stares at Sam strangely, so do I "where'd that come from?"

Sam shows us the picture. I'm in my mother's arms, she's smiling happy, my father beside her and my brothers in front, Sam was eight and Dean twelve, and I was only a baby.

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

"Yeah" Dean glances up at him.

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

"I guess so, yeah. What the hell are you talking about?" Dean asked.

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

"Why do you think that?" I ask confused, and not understanding anything.

"Uh… it's just, um… look, just trust me on this, okay?" he walks towards the bed.

I look at Dean worried, he looks as confused and walks to Sam.

"Wait, whoa, whoa, trust you?" Dean asked.

"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" Sam said.

"Well, tough. I'm not going anywhere until you do" Dean waits.

"I have these nightmares" Sam sighed.

"Yeah, we know that" I stated crossing my arms.

"And sometimes… they come true".

"Come again?" Dean exclaimed stunned.

"Look, Dean, Alex… I dreamt about Jessica' death, for days before it happened" Sam admitted.

"Sam, people have weird dreams, man. I'm sure it's just a coincidence" Dean sits down on the bed.

"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?" Sam explained.

"I don't know" Dean whispered.

"What do you mean you don't know Dean?" he sits down at the table "this woman might be in danger. I mean, this might even be the thing that killed Mom and Jessica!"

"All right, just slow down, would you?" Dean stands up "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?" I encourage him to continue.

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

I sit down at the table across Sam. I didn't thought about that. It must be hard for him, Sam too, I mean they lived there. Well, they remember.

"Look, Dean, it's hard for me too" Sam admitted "but we have to check this out. Just to make sure".

"I know we do" Dean mumbled and started to pack.

I close my computer and also start packing my stuff. A lot of things is going in my mind. Sam and his weird shit of dreams, and my big brothers not being okay? I always wished that I could remember the six months I was with my mother. I never asked once about her because I was scared to make Sam, Dean and Dad sad. I don't know anything about her, excepted that she was beautiful.

It's a beautiful house, two stages, normal house. I stared at it a little, I lived there for six month, if only I could remember. I glance at my brothers who stairs also at the house with a sad look on their face.

"You guys gonna be okay?" I ask.

"Let me get back to you on that" Dean said getting out the car.

Sam gives me a sad smile and gets out too. I follow them to the house. Dean knocks at the door.

"Yes?" A woman opened the door.

"Sorry to bother you, ma'am" Dean forced a smile "but we're with the Federal-"

"I'm Sam Winchester" Sam cut Dean "this is my brother Dean and our sister Alex. We used to live here. You know, we were just driving by, and we were wondering if we could come see the old place".

"Winchester" she said to herself "yeah, that's so funny. You know, I think I found some of your photos the other night".

Photos? I don't have any photos of me as a baby, I guess my Dad was too occupied to hunt.

"You did?" Dean asked surprised.

"Come on in" she steps in the house to let us enter.

The house is beautiful. I can't believe that my mother stepped there fourteen years ago. I wish that she could again…

We walk in the kitchen were a little girl is doing homework at the table and a little toddler jumping in his playpen.

"Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice!" The kid enthusiasm shouted.

"That's Ritchie, he's kind of a juice junkie" she gives a baby bottle to him "but hey, at least he won't get scurvy" she walks over to her daughter "Sari, this is Sam, Dean and Alex. They used to live here".

"Hi" she greeted us silently.

Dean waves.

"Hi Sari" Sam smiled.

I content myself to smile, I am too occupied to study the house.

"So, you just moved in?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, from Wichita".

"You got family here or…?"

"No" she cut him off "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 do you liking it so far?" Sam asked.

"Well, uh, all due respect to your childhood home" she pause "I mean, I'm sure you have a lots of happy memories here".

Dean smiles weakly, he and Sam are the only one who can have memories here, I so damn wish I could.

"But this place has its issues" the woman finished.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

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

"Oh, that's too bad. What else?" Dean encouraged her to continue.

"Um…sink's backed up, there's rats in the basement" she pauses looking at us "I'm sorry. I don't mean to complain".

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

"It's just the scratching, actually" she realized.

"Mom?" the little girl called in a whisper "ask them if it was there when they lived here".

"What, Sari?" Sam glance at her.

"The thing in my closet".

"Oh, no, baby, there was nothing in their closets" the mother looks at us "right?"

"Right" Sam smiled "no, no, of course not".

"She had a nightmare the other night" she sighed.

"I wasn't dreaming" Sari defended herself "it came into my bedroom, and it was on fire".

Fire, closet, scratching, lights… It can't be… the thing that killed my Mom?

As we walked out, I couldn't help it to feel real sad. Why would that thing come back? For this family? It doesn't make sense? I guess… I don't understand…

"You hear that?" Sam exclaimed "a figure on fire".

"And that woman, Jenny, that was the woman in your dreams?" Dean asked.

"Yeah" Sam sighed "and you hear what she was talking about? Scratching, flickering lights, both signs of a malevolent spirit".

"Yeah, well, I'm just freaked out that your weirdo visions are coming true" Dean admitted.

"Can we just think about the house?" I sighed trying to change subject "do you think the thing in the house, is the one who killed Mom and Jessica?"

"I don't know!" Dean throw his hands up.

"Well, I mean, has it come back or has it been here the whole time?" Sam asked.

"Or maybe it's something entirely different" Dean suggested "we don't know yet".

"Well, those people are in danger, Dean. We have to get them out of that house" Sam said.

"And we will" Dean assured.

"No, I mean now" Sam spat.

"Dean's right Sam" I said "we have to wait, she won't believe us".

"Then what do we do?" Sam sighed.

Even after leaving, Sam was still asking what we were going to do, he couldn't do anything. I understand him. I want to help them, but I don't know what to think. It isn't our normal case here.

"We just gotta chill out, that's all" Dean repeated "you know, if this was any kind of job, what would we do?"

"We'd try to figure out what we were dealing with" Sam sighed "we'd dig into the history of the house".

"Exactly, except this time, we already know what happened".

I lean on the hood of the car resting my arms on it.

"Maybe there's something that we don't know" I sighed "what do you remember?"

"About that night, you mean?" Dean glares at me.

"Yeah".

"I remember" he sighed looking down "I remember the fire… the heat… Mom… And then I carried you and Sam out of the front door".

"You did?" I asked that surprised, but I shouldn't be. Dean always have been there for us.

"You never knew that?" Sam asked surprised.

"Well… I never asked".

Dean sighs "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".

"And he never has a theory about what did it?" Sam asked clearing his throat.

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

"Okay" Sam nods "so, if we're gonna figure out what's going 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, neighbors, people who were there at the time" Dean listed.

"Does it feel like just another job to you?" Sam asked.

"I'll be right back" Dean ignored the question "I gotta go to the bathroom".

He walks away.

"I wish I could" I get up.

"Me too" Sam agreed.

Sam smiles sadly to me. I don't know why but I throw myself into Sam's arms. I didn't do that in years, and it felt good, safe.

"Hey" Sam softy said "it's okay, we'll figure this out".

"I just wish she could be alive".

"Me too kiddo" Sam assured me.

I push him gently away and get in the backseat of the Impala without a word.

"While we get information, you try to find something in Dad's journal, okay?" Dean resumed the plan.

"Yeah" I sighed grabbing the journal Sam handed me.

"Won't take too long" Dean gets out of the car followed by Sam.

We decided to start at Dad's job. He used to be a mechanic at a garage. Dad always had been good with cars, thaught everything to Dean and well, he also taught me a few things.

I shake my head and open the journal to the first page.

November 16th, 1992

I went to Missouri and I learned the truth. A week now. Sam and Dean doesn't talk. Dean only takes care of his little brother and sister. I wish I could be stronger, but I can't after what happened. I know I have to, my kids needs me.

I sigh and close the journal, this is so going to be harder than I thought.

Sam and Dean returns in the car.

"What did you find out?" I asked.

"Well" Sam sighed "the guy Dad was working with said that he used to tell him some 'stories' that he said something that caused the fire. And he started to read books and he mentioned a palm reader"

"You know who?"

"No" Dean starts the engine "but were going to check the phonebook".

We stopped by a payphone, Sam looks through the phonebook.

"All right" he stated "so there are a few psychics and palm readers in town. There's someone named El Divino. There's, uh" he laughs "there's the Mysterious Mister Fortnisky. Uh, Missouri Moseley-"

"Missouri Moseley?" I repeated to be sure of what I heard.

"What?" Dean asks.

"That's a psychic?" I look at Sam to be sure.

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, I guess so" Sam glares at me frowning.

I pull out Dad's journal from the backseat and open it to the only page I read.

"First sentence of the journal" I show Sam and Dean.

"'I went to Missouri and I learned the truth'" Sam read.

"I thought it was the state" I admitted.

"I thought too" Dean mumbled.

I let myself fall more and more on the couch between Sam and Dean. We're waiting in the house of this psychic woman. We finally see her getting out of a room with a man.

"Alright" she said "there. Don't you worry about a thing. Your wife is crazy about you".

The man thanks her and get out of the house.

"Poor bastard" Missouri sighed "his woman is cold-banging the gardener".

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

"People don't come here for the truth. They come for good news" we stare at her for a moment and she finally breaks the silent "Sam, Dean and Alexandria, come on already, I ain't got all day".

She leaves the room. I glance at Sam and Dean and shrug getting up. I get in the room first followed by my brothers.

"Well, lemme look at ya" she laughs "oh, you boys grew up handsome, and Alexandria, you look just like your mother, you have the same eyes".

Dean always told me that, my Dad too, only once. He was real drunk, for once he wasn't grumpy. Well, he got drunk because I almost died that day after a bad hunt.

"And you were one goofy-looking kid, too" she points Dean and then looks at Sam with a sad smile "Sam, oh, honey… I'm sorry about your girlfriend. And your father, he's missing?"

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

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

"Well, where is he?" Dean asked "is he okay?"

"I don't know" she admitted.

"Don't know?" Dean repeated "well, you're supposed to be a psychic, right?"

"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" we do as she tells and she snaps at Dean "boy, you put your foot on my coffee table, I'm a whack you with a spoon!"

"I didn't do anything" Dean defends himself.

"But you were thinking about it".

I laugh looking at Sam who tries to not laugh.

"Okay. So, our Dad" Dean changes subject "when did you first meet him?"

"He came for a reading. A few days after the fire" she answered "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?" I asked "Do you know something about what killed our mother?"

"A little" she glance at me with a small smile "your daddy took me to your house. He was hopping I could sense the echoes, the fingerprints of this thing".

"And could you?" Sam asked.

"I…" she shakes her head.

"What was it?"

"I don't know" she said softly "oh, but it was evil".

We resumed what we think is happening in our old house. Thinking that the thing that killed our mother is back.

"So…" Missouri sighed "you think something is back in that house?"

"Definitely" Sam confidently nodded.

"I don't understand".

"What?" I asked.

"I haven't been back inside, but I've been keeping an eye on the place, and it's been quiet. No sudden deaths, no freak accidents. Why is it acting up now?"

"I don't know" Sam said "but Dad going missing and Jessica dying and now this house all happening at once, it just feels like something's starting".

"That's a comforting thought" Dean sarcastically said.

We brought Missouri back to the house. Dean knocks on the door. Jenny answers looking a little bit shaking up with Ritchie in her arms.

"Sam, Dean, Alex" she looks at us one by one "what are you doing here?"

"Hey, Jenny" Sam greeted her "this is our friend, Missouri".

"If it's not too much trouble, we were hoping to show her the old house. You know, for old time's sake" Dean smiled.

"You know" Jenny sighed "this isn't a good time. I'm kind of busy".

"Listen, Jenny, it's important" Missouri smacks Dean on the back of his head "ow!"

"Give the poor girl a break, can't you see she's upset?" She looks at Jenny "forgive this boy, he means well, he's just not the sharpest tool in the shed, but hear me out".

I look at Dean trying to not laugh at him as he gives me a death glare.

"About what?" Jenny asked.

"About this house".

"What are you talking about?"

"I think you know what I'm talking about" Missouri stated "you think there's something in this house something that wants to hurt your family. Am I mistaken?"

"Who are you?" Jenny asked freaked out.

"We're people who can help, who can stop this thing" Missouri paused "but you're gonna have to trust us, just a little".

Jenny looks at her son and sighs "fine… Come in".

Well, Missouri is one hell of a person, found the words right.

"Thank you sweetheart" Missouri whispered to me.

"For what?"

"For what you just thought".

"Oh" I realize "right".

I laugh unsure. I forgot that she could hear my thoughts, it's kind of creepy.

Missouri leads me and my brothers upstairs in a purple room, guessing its Sari's.

"If there's dark energy around here, this room should be the center of it" Missouri said looking around.

"Why?" Sam asked.

"This used to be Alex's nursery" I glance at Missouri who continues "this is where it all happened".

I look up at the ceiling, here is where my mother died, in front of me…

"That an EMF?" Missouri asked.

I glance at Dean who has his EMF meter in his hand.

"Yeah".

"Amateur" she sighed, Dean glares at her strangely "I don't know if you should be disappointed or relieved, but this ain't the thing that took your mom".

The EMF is beeping like crazy, so there is definitely something here.

"Wait, are you sure?" Sam asked, she nods "how do you know?"

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

"What is it?" I asked.

"Not it" she opens the closet "them. There's more than one spirit in this place".

"What are they doing here?" Dean glance at Missouri frowning.

"They're here because of what happened to your family. 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".

"I don't understand" Sam said.

"This place attracts ghosts" I understood "like a poltergeist?"

"Yeah" Missouri smiled, and then it faded "nasty ones… And it won't rest until Jenny and her babies are dead".

"You said there was more than one spirit" Sam said.

"There is. I just can't make out the second one".

"Well, one thing's damn sure, nobody's dying in this house ever again" Dean stated confident "so whatever is here, how do we stop it?"

Missouri brought us back to her house where she started to get out some herbs and roots that I never seen.

"So, what is all this stuff, anyway?" Dean asked.

"Angelica Root, Van Van oil, crossroad dirt, a few other odds and ends" Missouri answered putting more bottles on the table.

"What are we going to do with that?" I take a bottle to inspect it.

"We're gonna put them inside the walls in the north, south, east, west corner on each floor of the house" Missouri takes away the bottle that I had in my hand.

"We'll be punching holes in the dry wall. Jenny's gonna love that" Dean smirks.

"She'll live" Missouri remarked.

"And this'll destroy the spirits?" Sam asked seriously.

"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".

"Three floors, four people" Dean smiles at me "we'll make a team".

I smile leaning on my chair. He's gonna make team with me to keep an eye on me. That's Dean.

Missouri leads Jenny and her kids to the door while Dean gives us the bags.

"She'll be coming with me" Missouri came back pointing at me.

"Okay" I nod.

"I thought that I-".

"I'm not a hunter boy" Missouri spat "I need help".

I smirk at Dean and follow Missouri downstairs.

"There" Missouri points me the wall.

I walk towards the wall and is distracted by Missouri's scream. I turn around to see her pined to the wall. I hurry to the wall and kick it through and throw the bag in the hole. That was way too easy. The room is envied by a bright light. I hide my eyes with my arms. When I think it's over, I take my arm away and glance at Missouri who isn't pined to the wall anymore.

"You okay?" I ask her to be sure.

"I'm fine, thank you" she sighed.

"Sam!" I hear Dean yell.

I run to the second floor and find Dean trying to take off the lamp plug around Sam's neck. I see the bag on the floor close to the wall. I run to it, kick a hole and throw it in the wall. The same light blinds me. I look at Sam and Dean, Sam is free from the plug and Dean grabs him in a hug.

A few hours later, we were finished. We stood in the kitchen that is a mess.

"What happened in here?" I asked Dean.

"Ghosts decided to send knives at me".

"Oh" I glance over at Missouri "you sure it's over?"

"I'm sure".

"One hundred pour cent?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, why? Why do you ask?"

"Never mind" he sighed "it's nothing, I guess".

I look at him strangely. We did the purification right? So the ghosts should all be resting.

"Hello? We're home" Jenny enters the kitchen with a surprised look "what happened?"

"Hi, sorry" Sam apologize "um, we'll pay for all of this".

"Don't you worry" Missouri smiled "Dean's gonna clean up this mess".

Dean doesn't move. I hit him on his arm and he only glares at me strangely.

"Well, what are you waiting for, boy? Get the mop" Missouri exclaimed as Dean began to walk away "and don't cuss at me!"

After Dean cleaned up a little, we leave the house. But Sam insisted that we stay watching the house, just to be sure, that everything is alright for real. A waste of time.

"All right" Dean sighed "so, tell me again, what are we still doing here?"

"I don't know. I just… I still have a bad feeling" Sam admitted.

"Well, the thing we did looked like it work" I lay down in the backseat.

"Yeah" Dean agreed "Missouri did her whole Zelda Rubenstein thing".

"Yeah, well, probably. But I just wanna make sure, that's all".

"Yeah well, problem is I could be sleeping in a bed right now" he slides down his seat on my feet.

"Dude!" I exclaim sitting down.

"It's my car, my rules" Dean smiles and close his eyes.

I lean against the window and close my eyes. Ah… sleep I'm –

"Alex, Dean! Look!" Sam called and got out of the car.

We follow him to the front door.

"Sam, you grab the kids, I'll get Jenny, Alex your back up!" Dean enters the house followed by Sam.

I wait outside, like usual. Damn I hate this.

A few minutes later, Dean gets out with Jenny, then the kids.

I kneel in front of Sari who is in tears "where's Sam?"

"He's inside" she cried out "something's got him".

I get up to run inside but the door shouts by itself.

Dean runs to the car, grabs an axe, he gives me a rifle and takes one for him. We hurry to the front door where Dean begins the chop the door. After a few hits, there's a hole enough big for us to pass through. I follow Dean in the kitchen, Sam is pinned on the wall a fire figure in front of him.

Instinctively, Dean and I raise our guns to it ready to shoot, but Sam stops us.

"No, don't! Don't!"

"What, why?" Dean asks confused.

"Because I know who it is. I can see her now".

He can see 'her'? Who is…

There is where she appeared, the fire vanishes and my Mom stands there. Blond wavy hair, a white night dress, she's… beautiful.

"Mom?" Dean softly said.

Mom advances to him with a smile "Dean".

She looks like me, excepted the hair, mine are dark brown.

"Alex" she touches the side of my face making me shiver. She than goes towards Sam "Sam. I'm sorry".

"For what?" Sam asked tears in his eyes.

She says nothing and walks away from us. She looks up at the ceiling.

"You get out of my house" she ordered "and let go of my son".

She bursts in flames and disappears in the ceiling. Sam falls on the ground. I put a hand on my cheek. This is what I dreamed of all my life. Seeing my mother's smile in real, her saying my name, her touch…

"Now it's over" Sam stated.

In the morning, we were still there. I'm beside Dean looking through photos of us before Mom died. One I'm in Dean's arms and Sam is looking at me with a smile. Dean said once that Sam always wanted to have me in his arms, so he could feel like a big brother, like Dean.

I smile sadly at this.

"Thanks for these" Dean said to Jenny.

"Don't thank me, they're yours".

Dean puts the box of photos in the trunk.

"She was beautiful" I mumbled to Dean when Jenny walked a few steps away.

"What?" he asked.

"Mom".

"She was…" Dean agreed putting an arm around my shoulder "Sam, you ready?"

Sam joins us with Missouri.

"Thank you again" Jenny smiled and then left in her house.

"Don't you kids be strangers" Missouri stated.

"We won't" Dean assured her.

"See you around".

We wave at Jenny and drive away. I couldn't stop thinking of what happened in the house. This thought was only making me smile like an idiot. But it made me sad that I wouldn't feel it anymore.

This is so unfair.