Missouri Moseley escorted a man out of the house while the trio of hunters sat on the couch, waiting. "All right, there. Don't you worry 'bout a thing. Your wife is crazy about you." She closed the door behind him and turned to face the three. "Poor bastard. His woman is cold-bangin' the gardener."

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

"People don't come here for the truth. They come for good news. Well? Melissa, Sam, and Dean, come on already, I ain't got all day." Dean and Sam exchanged a confused look.

Melissa huffed out a breath. "Psychics."

They followed Missouri into the next room. "Well, lemme look at ya. Oh, you boys grew up handsome." Missouri pointed a finger at Dean. "And you were one goofy-lookin' kid, too." She took Sam's hand. "Sam. Oh, honey… I'm sorry about your girlfriend. And your father, he's missin'?"

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

"Well, you were just thinkin' it just now."

The brothers were immediately intrigued. "Well, where is he? Is he okay?"

"I don't know."

"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."

Sam smirked at Dean and they sat down. Sam glanced at Melissa to see if she was going to join them, but she remained standing, her jaw clenched.

"Boy, you put your foot on my coffee table, Imma whack you with a spoon!" Missouri snapped.

"I didn't do anything."

"But you were thinkin' about it."

Melissa frowned at the doorway. "Are you sure you don't know where John is?"

"I'm very sure." Missouri turned to Melissa and did a double take. "Oh, Melissa Jo. How are you here, child?"

The female hunter scowled. "Don't call me that. I'm not a child."

"Mel," Sam said warningly. She glared at him and he turned back to Missouri. "So, our dad. When did you first meet him?"

"He came for a reading a few days after the fire," Missouri said. "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?" Dean pressed. "Do you know about what killed our mom?"

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

Sam leaned forward. "And could you?"

"I don't…" the psychic trailed off, shaking her head.

"What was it?"

"I don't know," she said softly. "Oh, but it was evil. So…you think somethin' is back in that house?"

Sam nodded. "Definitely."

"I don't understand."

"What?"

"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?"

"I don't know," Sam admitted. "But Dad going missing and Jessica dying and now this house all happening at once— it just feels like…"

"Like something's starting," Melissa finished darkly.

Dean huffed. "That's a comforting thought."

Jenny answered the door and Melissa could see that she was visibly distressed. "What are you doing here?"

"Hey, Jenny. This is our friend, Missouri."

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

"You know, this isn't a good time. I'm kind of busy." She started to close the door.

"Listen, Jenny, it's important," Dean tried. Missouri smacked him on the back of the head. "Ow!"

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

Jenny frowned. "About what?"

"About this house."

"What are you talking about?"

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

The woman studied them. "Who are you?"

Melissa moved to the front of the group. "We're people who can help. Whatever is here, we're the ones who can stop it from hurting anybody else."

"But you're gonna have to trust us, just a little," Missouri added. Jenny looked unsure, but let them into the house.

Missouri led Melissa and the boys to Sari's bedroom. "If there's a dark energy around here, this room should be the center of it."

"Why?" Sam asked.

Melissa tensed as she looked around the room. "This had to be your nursery. Can't you feel it? This is where it all happened."

Dean pulled out his EMF meter. He nudged Sam and showed him that the EMF was beeping frantically.

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

Sam inhaled sharply. "Wait, are you sure? How do you know?"

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

"What is it?"

"Not it." Missouri opened the closet doors. "Them. There's more than one spirit in this place."

"What are they doing here?" Dean questioned.

"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."

Sam furrowed his eyebrows. "I don't understand."

"I do," Melissa said. "The echo from what happened that night, the wound, it would make this place a magnet for paranormal energy."

Missouri nodded. "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," Sam reminded her.

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

"Well, one thing's for damn sure, nobody's dyin' in this house ever again," Dean said. "So whatever is here, how do we stop it?"

Back at Missouri's house. Dean, Sam, Melissa, and Missouri sat around a table covered in different herbs and roots.

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

"Angelica Root, Van Van oil, crossroad dirt, a few other odds and ends."

"Yeah? What are we supposed to do with it?"

"We're gonna put them inside the walls in the north, south, east, west corners on each floor of the house," Missouri explained.

Melissa frowned at the materials. "So like a hex bag, but for protection. A protection bag."

Sam elbowed her. "And this'll destroy the spirits?"

"It should," the psychic confirmed. "It should purify the house completely. You two can take the north and east corners, Melissa and I will do the south and west. But we work fast. Once the spirits realize what we're up to, things are gonna get bad."

Once they finished making the bags, they returned to the old house and Missouri convinced Jenny to take the kids and leave for a while.

Sam went upstairs and Dean took the kitchen. Melissa went with Missouri to the basement to place her own bag and stand guard while the placed hers. Both women jumped at the sound of something moving. Melissa responded quicker, placing herself in between the psychic and the table that the poltergeist saw fit to use as a weapon. The hunter extended her hand towards the table and the furniture was knocked off its course, crashing harmlessly into the wall.

Missouri blinked, looking from the table to the woman in front of her. "How—?"

Melissa took a deep breath. "You're welcome."

"Sam!" They hear Dean shout, Melissa sprints up to the second floor where Dean was holding an injured Sam.

Later that night, after Jenny had returned and Missouri made Dean clean up the kitchen, the three hunters were sitting in the car outside the house.]

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

"I don't know. I just…" Sam struggled for the words. "I still have a bad feeling."

"Why? Missouri did her whole Zelda Rubenstein thing, the house should be clean, it should be over."

"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." Dead slid down in his seat and closed his eyes."

Sam looked back at Melissa, who shook her head and returned her attention to at the house to see Jenny screaming through her window. "Guys!"

"Come on, Dean!" Sam threw the door open. They rushed out of the car and ran towards the house.

"You two grab the kids," Dean ordered, "I'll get Jenny,"

Melissa raced up to stairs and grabbed Ritchie from his crib while and Sam went to Sari's bedroom, where she was screaming for help. The flaming figure stood in the middle of her room. Sam went to Sari's bed and picked her up. "Don't look!" he told the girl, carrying her out of the room and down the stairs to meet Melissa in the kitchen. He put Sari down.

"Mel—" Before he could finish his sentence, an invisible force made Sam fall to the floor. He slid backwards into another room, crashing into a table. Sari screamed and Melissa pulled her outside with Ritchie. They rushed over to Dean and Jenny.

"Where's Sam?" Dean demanded.

Sari was crying. "He's inside. Something's got him."

Panicked, Dean looked at the front door. It slammed shut on its own.

"Focus, Dean," Melissa told him handing the toddler to his mother. "Axe and guns."

Dean opened the trunk of the Impala and grabbed two rifles and an ax. Melissa caught one of the rifles when Dean tossed it to her. He rushed to the front door and began chopping away at it. She followed him into the house through the hole he made. They walked through the house, looking for Sam.

Sam was pinned against the wall, the blazing figure standing before him. Melissa immediately dropped her rifle and tried to pry the younger brother away from the wall. Dean raised his gun and pointed it at the figure

"No, don't! Don't!" Sam shouted.

"What, why?"

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

The fire faded. Instead, standing in front of them was Mary Winchester, exactly as she was the night she died. Dean's expression softened. Melissa made a soft choking sound. Dean both lowered his gun slowly.

"Mom?" he whispered.

Mary smiled and stepped closer to him. "Dean." She moved away from him and went to Sam. "Sam." Her smile faded. "I'm sorry."

"F-For what?" Sam choked.

She looked at him sadly but didn't respond. She walked away from them and looked up at the ceiling. "You get out of my house. And let go of my son." With the order, Mary's ghost burst into flames. When she was entirely engulfed, the fire reached the ceiling and disappeared. The force holding Sam to the wall was released. He walked over to Dean, and the two of them looked at each other, stunned.

Sam looked back at Melissa, who was staring blankly at the spot where Mary's ghost had been moments before. "Now it's over."

The next morning, Jenny gave Dean a box of old photos she had found in the basement and they drove Missouri, who had returned to double check the house, home. Dean was in the car waiting, Sam and Melissa had both gone inside with the psychic to say goodbye.

"Well, there are no spirits there anymore, this time for sure," Missouri assured them.

"Not even my mom?" Sam asked.

Missouri shook her head. "No."

"What happened?"

"Mary's spirit and the poltergeist's energy would've canceled each other out," Melissa explained. "Your mom destroyed herself going after the thing."

"Why would she do something like that?"

"Well, to protect her boys, of course." Sam nodded, with tears in his eyes. Missouri went to put her hand on his shoulder, but she stopped herself. "Sam, I'm sorry."

Sam looked at her. "For what?"

"You sensed it was here, didn't you? Even when I couldn't."

"What's happening to me?"

Missouri looked away. "I know I should have all the answers, but I don't know."

Sam sighed and turned to Melissa. "Dean's going to get impatient. We should go."

"I'll be right out," she told him.

"Don't you boys be strangers," Missouri called after him as he left.

Melissa waited until she's sure Sam is in the car before turning to face the psychic.

"You never answered my question," Missouri said.

"You don't get an answer," Melissa snapped.

"MJ, dear—"

"Don't call me that!" she hissed. "You have no right to call me that. Not while you were lying to their faces. They've been worried sick and that… that abusive stain on humanity is hiding from them. You're hiding him from them. I know he's here."

Missouri frowned. "I'm not the only one keeping secrets from those boys."

Melissa scowled and looked away. "That's different."

"How?"

"How? I'm keeping mine out of self-preservation! How do you think Dean would react to my secret as opposed to yours?"

"And yet you call John Winchester a 'stain on humanity.'" Missouri reminded her.

Melissa glared at the older woman. "You're psychic. You can see exactly what I know about John Winchester and exactly how accurate that is."

"You've never met him."

"Maybe not, but I've heard enough from people who have."

"You don't want to form your own opinion?"

"I have formed my own opinion from seeing what he's done to the people I care about," Melissa said, fiercely. "No amount of sob stories about the death of his wife or crying over his decision to isolate his children who are desperately searching for him is going to change my mind!" She started to raise her voice. "I know you can hear me, John Winchester! If you deserved my sympathy, you wouldn't be hiding from me or your sons!"

John appeared in a doorway looking ragged and tearful. "I don't want to hide. You have no idea how much I wanna see 'em. But I can't. Not yet. Not until I know the truth."

Melissa glared at him. "The truth shouldn't matter. Sam is your son. If you really gave a crap, you'd stand by him and Dean no matter what." She turned on her heel and stormed out the door.