Before reading this you might want to read "the Beginning" from the prequel line

Gas Station in Lawrence, Kansas

The hunters were in Lawrence, Kansas because Sam was having dreams about something attacking a family in the Winchesters' old house. They had already been to the house and there were definite signs of a haunting. The little girl said she had seen a figure on fire. The whole thing had freaked the boys out. Dean was the worst. He had resolved never to come back to Lawrence and then having to deal with being in the house his mother died in. Plus his brother was now having "weirdo visions" as he put it.

Dean was putting gas in the Impala. He and Sam had been shouting at each other since they left the house. Darcy was tired of it. "If this was any other job what would you do?" Darcy asked the distressed brothers. She was the only one there who could be objective. She did care about the situation but her Aunt Mary died years before she was born.

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

"Exactly," Dean continued, "but this time we know what happened."

Sam wasn't so sure about that. "How much do you actually remember?"

Dean was only four years old but you don't forget a night like that. Dean told Sam that he felt the heat of the fire and carrying Sam out of the house. Both Sam and Darcy were surprised. Neither had ever heard that. It wasn't like that night was a high talking point for the family. All the brothers had to go on was Dean's memories and their father's vague story. He hadn't discussed his theories with the boys.

They knew that if they wanted to know what they were dealing with they would have to figure out what happened back then. It was going to be a lot harder than any other job. They were invested in this. Darcy leaned against the side of the car holding her left arm. She had fallen over a toy car. Her wrist had been throbbing ever since.

Dean excused himself and Darcy went over to Sam. "We have to talk to Uncle John's old friends around here. Didn't he own a garage?"

Car

Darcy waited with the car around the corner while the boys went to get information about their dad. The cop cover was a lot easier with only two older guys. She would just be in the way. She started thinking about the Winchesters' old house. It had been rebuilt but the layout was the same. Darcy had never been in the house before today but she knew that. She remembered it from her dream nearly four years ago. She hadn't thought about that dream in years and hadn't had any more since she joined up with Dean and Uncle John. Now Sam was having visions about the house.

She was going over her dream, trying to remember details, when her phone rang.

"Darcy," said the deep husky voice on the phone.

"Uncle John?" Darcy replied.

"I need you to do something for me," John Winchester told her.

Missouri's House

Darcy had been shocked to hear from Uncle John but managed to keep quiet about it. She had promised not to mention the call to the boys but to help steer them in the right direction. The first part of that plan was to get them to a psychic named Missouri Mosley.

The boys made that job easy when they returned from the Garage. They wanted to look for the psychic their dad went to twenty years ago. Darcy read out a few names from the phonebook then said Missouri's name. Dean picked up on it and found an entry about her in Uncle John's journal.

Now they were in Missouri's waiting room.

"Sam, Dean, Darcy, come on. I ain't got all day," Missouri called. They looked at each other and followed the woman into her living room.

Missouri seemed to know a lot. Darcy was certain she was legit with Uncle John's recommendation and the stuff that she knew about all of them. Missouri had no problem speaking her mind or putting Dean in his place.

"Sam," Missouri said, grabbing Sam's hand. She gasped, "Oh honey, I'm so sorry about your girlfriend… and your father. He's missing."

Missouri glanced at Darcy for just a second before focusing on Sam again. "How'd you know all that?" Sam asked.

Missouri answered him calmly, "You were just thinking it, just now."

Dean was shocked too. He pressed her for a location. "Boy, do you see me sawing some boney tramp in half?" she asked, "You think I'm a magician? I may be able to sense thought and read energies in a room but I can't just pull facts out of thin air. Sit."

Dean was speechless but Sam and Darcy ad definitely been entertained. The entertainment doubled when Missouri threatened Dean for putting his feet on the coffee table before he had time to do it. "Well you were thinking about it."

Missouri told the three about when John first came to her. It was a few days after the fire. She told him what was really out there. She knew a little about what killed the boys' mom. She went to the house to sense the echoes. She didn't know what it was but it was evil. She had kept an eye on the place ever since but it had been quiet until recently.

Sam told Missouri that all of the things that happened recently like their dad missing, Jess's death and the house, led him to believe that something was starting.

"That's a comforting thought," Darcy replied.

After the visitors left Missouri went straight to the phone. She asked the boys and Darcy to give her an hour to cancel the rest of her appointments. Then she would meet them at the house. Missouri began dialing.

"Hello Missouri," said the voice on the other end of the line.

"Hello John," Missouri replied, "I just had a visit from your boys."

Winchester House

The boys, Darcy and Missouri returned to the house and asked Jenny if they could come in again and look around. She was a bit flustered when she answered the door but Missouri calmed her and told her they were there to stop the thing in her house. Missouri and the hunters were now in the daughter's bedroom.

Dean switched on the EMF reader. Missouri sensed a dark energy. "This room should be the center of it," she told them.

"Why?" Sam asked.

"This used to be your nursery, Sam," Darcy answered.

Missouri nodded. "This is where it all happened."

"How did you know that?" Dean asked Darcy.

Darcy shrugged. "It was kind of obvious."

Dean was about to ask another question when Missouri interrupted. "Is that an EMF?"

Dean looked from Darcy to Missouri. "Yeah,"

"Amateur," Missouri retorted as she walked around the room. She was trying to get a read on the energy. "I don't know if you should be disappointed of relieved but this ain't the thing that took your mom."

"Are you sure?" Sam asked, "How do you know?"

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

Missouri told them that there were two spirits in the house. Mary's violent death all those years ago attracted them to the house. They were infections in the 'wounds' that the evil left behind. The first spirit was a nasty poltergeist that wanted to kill Julie and her children. The second energy was being muted by the first making it hard to read.

"Well, one thing's for damn sure," Dean said, "no one else is dying in this house ever again."

Darcy turned to Missouri. "So whatever is here… how do we stop it?"

Missouri's House

Missouri took Darcy and the boys back to her place where she had a vast collection of items that could cleanse a house.

Darcy and Dean sat at the kitchen table filling hex bags.

"What are we suppose to do with these?" Darcy asked as she sprinkled graveyard dirt onto the cloth.

Missouri explained that they had to put a bag in each of the four walls at the north, south, east and west corners on each floor of the house. This would drive the spirits out and purify the house. They would have to work fast, each taking a floor, because when the spirits figured out what they were doing things would get bad.

The House

Within a few hours everyone was back at the house. Missouri told Jenny to take her children and leave for a while. When she got back all would be right again.

Then each set to work, punching holes in the wall and dropping the hex back inside. Missouri took the attic, Darcy and Sam had the second floor and Dean had the first floor.

Darcy had just put her second and last hex bag into the wall of the little boy's room when she felt something soft strike her head. She looked down and saw a stuffed bear. Another stuffed animal hit her. She looked up just in time to see the baby's monitor fly in her direction. She caught the monitor on her forehead and fell to the ground. The crib came rolling toward her. She dodged it and crawled to the door. That room was just plain weird. A lamp broke in the room Sam was supposed to be in. Darcy ran into the room and saw Sam with a cord around his neck.

"Sam," Darcy exclaimed. She ran to him and tried to pull the cords from his neck but the poltergeist was strangling him.

Dean ran in and looked intent on helping Darcy yank the cord from Sam's neck. "The Hoo Doo bag," Darcy told him.

Dean grabbed the bag, kicked a hole in the wall and stuffed the bag into it. Immediately, a blinding white light shot though the room.

Darcy felt the cords loosen and started to untie it from Sam's neck as Dean ran up to them. He grabbed Sam and hugged him as they all tried to catch their breaths.

Moments later

The poltergeists were gone and the house was a mess. Things were broken and overturned in every room.

"Are you sure this is over?" Sam asked as the four assessed damages in the kitchen.

"I'm sure," Missouri said, "Why do you ask?"

Sam shrugged it off. "It's nothing I guess."

Lights came on in the hallway leading to the kitchen. "Hello," called a voice, "we're home."

Darcy tried her best to give Jenny and the kids a smile that said "nothing is wrong, nothing to see here" but it was hard when the kitchen was in such a shambles. She stood next to Dean, who from the best of her knowledge was attempting the same feat. At least until Sam offered to pay for damages. His stance change noticeably. Even though they rarely came by money legally, Dean hated parting with it for any reason not involving a motel, food or beer.

"Don't worry. Dean is going to clean up this mess," Missouri said before turning to Dean, "Well, what are you waiting for boy. Get the mop."

Dean passed Darcy grumbling. "And don't cuss at me." Dean stopped and looked from Missouri to Darcy before continuing toward the broom closet.

Later that night

Darcy and the boys dropped Missouri off at her house after they cleaned up Jenny's kitchen but Sam wasn't ready to mark the adventure off just yet. He convinced Dean to drive back to the old house and stake it out. They had all been there a few hours. Darcy fell asleep in the back seat.

"What are we still doing here?" Dean asked Sam.

"I don't know," Sam answered, "I still have a bad feeling."

"Why?" Dean asked. As far as he was concerned the whole thing was over.

Sam agreed but still wanted to be reassured.

"Yeah," Dean sighed, "problem is I could be sleeping in a bed right now." He leaned back his seat and closed his eyes. They immediately shot open when Sam shook him. He looked at the house and saw Jenny banging on the window in terror.

Darcy was up too. They all dashed toward the house.

"You get the kids, I'll get Jenny," Dean told them.

Darcy got the little boy and met up with Sam at the top of the stairs. When they reached the bottom Sam stopped her and put Sari down beside her. "Take them outside," he ordered. Sam was pulled back by an invisible force.

"Sam!" Darcy yelled. She got Sari and Ritchie out the door and attempted to turn back to help Sam but was pushed out by strong force. She landed hard on her side.

Dean came running past her toward the house but the door was shut fast. He turned back, went to the trunk of his car and grabbed an axe and a shot gun.

Darcy was up and limping slightly but ready for whatever was coming next. She figured that Dean would toss her the shotgun and was surprised when he tossed her the axe. She began hacking at the door. Inside, they could both hear clattering and muted groans of pain.

Darcy continued hacking and made short work of the front door. Dean ran inside with the shotgun screaming for Sam. Darcy was behind him. They found Sam pressed against a wall with a fire engulfed figure slowly moving toward him.

Dean raised his gun but Sam told him not to fire.

"What, why?" Dean asked, not putting his gun down.

"Because I know who it is," Sam said calmly, "I can see her now."

In an instant that shocked Dean and Darcy both, the flames around the figure disappeared revealing Mary Winchester just as she was the night she died.

"Aunt Mary?" Darcy murmured as the figure looked at her. The figured looked exactly like what she remembered from her dream. Mary gave her a small smile.

"Mom?" Dean said as he lowered his gun and Mary walked to him.

"Dean" she said. She then turned her attention to her youngest son. "Sam," she said with a somber voice, "I'm sorry."

Sam tried to talk to his mother but she didn't say any more to them. Instead she addressed an invisible figure overhead. She told it to leave and let go of Sam. Then she burst into flames again and disappeared in a loud screech.

Darcy stepped forward as Sam was released from the wall. The force holding him there was no longer around. All three looked at each other and tried to process what just happened.

"Now it's over," Sam stated.

Winchester House- Next day.

Dean was talking with Jenny about some old photos she found of the Winchester family. Sam was talking with Missouri about what had happened the night before. He wanted to know if his mother was still there as well as other things. Missouri told him that his mother's spirit sacrificed herself for them and they canceled each other out.

Darcy was upstairs in Sam's old nursery taking one last look before they left. She looked through the window and saw Dean signal her down. She nodded and quickly made her way out of the house.

"Sam," Dean called, "you ready?"

Sam walked over to the car as Darcy walked out the door. She hugged Jenny and the kids. She winced a little as the kids squeezed her bruised hip but managed to smile. Then she went over to Missouri and hugged her as well before turning toward the car.

"You kids don't be strangers," Missouri called as the hunters piled into the Impala.

"We won't," Dean replied.

In the Car

After a few minutes of silence Darcy spoke up. "We're not going to talk about this are we?" she asked. She didn't bother making eye contact with either brother.

"Nope," Dean said returning to his rather stoic self.

Darcy nodded thoughtfully then replied, "good," before sinking into the seat and closing her eyes. She had a lot of questions about the night before and other things but she didn't want to slip up and tell Dean or Sam that she had talked to their dad.

Dean gave her a questioning glance from the rearview mirror but she was already pretending to sleep. He glanced at Sam and shrugged.