Hey, lovies!

So, after some much-needed sleep and a healthy does of tea, I am no longer quite so slaphappy. Whipped this out the day I posted chapters nine and ten, but my neighbor turned off their wifi so I couldn't post. Eh, whatevs.

Such is the end of Sam and Dean's current journey! I'm thinking of doing the episode 'Hell House' next, but dunno what that will be started. Also, be on the lookout for more original fanfics, as I have a few ideas swirling around in my head.

I hope you like this ending, I had a lot of fun with the 'episode' and enjoyed all of y'alls loverly comments!

Please leave me some love! Reviews are love!

XOXOXO,

MD

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any part of Supernatural. All credit for the show goes to Eric Kripke and the beautiful writers that thought this up. Bits from the actual episode were taken for accuracy purposes only. Enjoy!

Sam watched her brother's face as he rifled through the wooden box of their family pictures Jenny had handed over. The morning sun was hidden behind dirty gray clouds and the air had a smell about it that made Sam think it was going to rain soon, but it was nice. All things considered. At least her shoulder felt a might better. Boy had that been fun.

At first, Sam had thought her brother had shoved her shoulder back into place harder than necessary because the explosion of pain when her joint aligned correctly had felt worse than usual, but then she'd reminded herself that Dean would never hurt her in a million years, so she was being paranoid. It probably hurt more because she'd gone so long with it injured and hadn't iced it first so her shoulder had been swollen when he'd fixed it back at their hotel room. Still, her brother had been pissed beyond all reason when he'd taken a sip of the (not) whiskey last night, and she hadn't entirely ruled it out as a possibility.

After some much-delayed-and-much-needed ice and the couple hours of sleep she'd grabbed last night, however, Sam felt much better. Couldn't speak for her brother, though. Since he hadn't had any alcohol handy, he'd left Sam to her own devices right after he's helped her with her injury, and then left to go drown himself in booze at some bar. Honestly, she hadn't even expected him to come back last night, but he'd stumbled through the door sometime around four in the morning when Sam was on her laptop again, and promptly passed out on his bed. Well, actually, her bed, but after the way he'd drooled all over the pillows and saturated the sheets until they smelled like cheap beer and cigarette smoke, Sam had had no problems giving him the lumpy mattress.

They hadn't said anything once they'd woken up. Just packed up their stuff, wiped away their prints, and went straight to Missouri's to tell her the news of what had happened last night. They hadn't even gone out to eat, which was just as well, because the psychic woman all but shoved breakfast down their throats. Dean hadn't wanted to tell Missouri the part about their mom, Sam had seen it on his face, but really, there wasn't any way they could keep it from her, she'd just see it in their minds anyway, so she'd volunteered herself for the roll of relaying that uncomfortable bit to the older woman, earning herself a dark scowl from her brother and a pitying pat from Missouri.

Life was just fucking awesome.

And all of that lead the three of them here, back to this house, for the fourth time in three days. Dean was talking to Jenny, rifling through old pictures with this sad, wistful expression buried deep in his eyes, and Missouri was walking through the house to see if it was really over and done with like Sam had declared last night. The blonde mother was all smiles this morning, saying they hadn't had any more problems since and no, don't even worry about the expenses for the damage done to the door and kitchen, they did enough already saving her family. Sam had stuck around just long enough to hear they were in the clear expense wise, and then wandered over to the house. She didn't wanna go back in, not really, but she felt antsy standing under Jenny's brown gaze, filled with such appreciation and gratitude.

Gratitude for what? They hadn't done anything. It was their mom that had saved them all. They should all be thanking Mary Winchester for their lives, not her children. Whatever she'd done, it had solved the poltergeist problem, and you can believe Sam when she says she is never underestimating those freaky things ever again. So here she was, sitting on the front steps outside of the house, watching her brother and trying to ignore the sad acceptance she saw in his face. Like he already knew there was never a chance for him to have a family like this ever again, and all those pictures of him smiling and laughing as a toddler would only serve to remind him of that fact. There were even a few of Sam in there, though considerably less considering how little time she'd spent here before… well, everything.

"Well, there are no spirits in there anymore, that's for sure," Missouri's voice called behind Sam. She looked over her shoulder as the woman walked out and joined her on the steps. Sam leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees and clasping her hands together.

"Not even my mother?" Her voice was soft, so soft, and so full of hope. Useless hope, but hope nonetheless. She'd been there last night, she'd seen… well, something happen, but it was safe to assume that Mary Winchester truly was no more.

Missouri shook her head and looked over at Sam with a sad smile.

"No, not even your mother." Sam nodded, expecting that answer and telling herself that the bad taste in the back of her mouth wasn't disappointment. She scrubbed a hand over her face tiredly and took a deep breath.

"What happened?" Missouri pursed her lips for a moment, considering Sam before she answered. She probably looked like crap. She hadn't even brushed her hair or showered today. Hell, she hadn't even bothered to put it up in a ponytail, just tucked it behind her ears and called it good. She was too exhausted to even bother with something that simple. She just wanted to leave this horrible place and forget she'd ever had these visions; pretend like this never happened.

"Your mom's spirit and the poltergeist's energy, they cancelled each other out." Sam stared at Missouri, her sluggish brain slow to piece everything together. She blinked, waiting for more, because there had to be more to this explanation. That just didn't make sense. Missouri pulled her brows together sympathetically and lowered her voice as she continued. "Your mom destroyed herself goin' after that thing."

Because that just made Sam feel like a million fucking dollars.

"Why would she do something like that?" Sam asked, slightly horrified. Destroyed? What the fuck did Missouri mean destroyed? Surely not like, gone forever or, or… destroyed? What did that word even mean? Sam had never given much thought as to what happened to a spirit when they put it rest; had never considered if it moved on to another place where the tortured soul could finally find peace and healing for whatever reason had kept them here. Now, though, she found that the possibilities were kind of scaring her shitless.

"Well, to protect her children, of course." Sam knew Missouri probably meant for that to make her feel better, but honestly, that just made her feel worse. It wasn't enough that their mom had died in Sam's nursery, now she'd willingly snuffed out her own existence because of her. Again. She'd given this a lot of thought these past couple months, and it only stood to reason that Mary had first been killed because of some connection to Sam. Why else would Mary die in her nursery and then Roger be killed in the same fashion right as she was settling in to her new life? How many times would Sam's bad luck, her cursed life, cause those around her pain? Seriously, it wasn't fair how often people got hurt because of her.

Sam blinked fiercely, trying to hide the tears welling up in her eyes, and looked down at her hands. Her right had a few cuts from all the glass last night, and there were four bandages over the back and wrapped around her pinky. She sensed Missouri's hand kind of hovering over her right shoulder and tensed in preparation for the contact, but it didn't come. The older woman pulled her hand back and exhaled heavily.

"Sam, I'm sorry," she muttered. Sam discreetly wiped her hand over her eyes and glanced over at Missouri again.

"For what?"

"You sensed it was here, didn't you? Even when I couldn't." Ah. Right. Back to the part where Sam was so much of a freak that she knew when a poltergeist was around when a trained psychic didn't. She ducked her head, glaring at the ground beneath her. She felt… scared. Point blank. She was totally, and completely scared of what was happening to her because she didn't know what was happening to her. She had no fucking idea. All her life Sam had been this semi-normal tomboy that had grown up as best she could in the life she was given, and now, out of nowhere, six-ish months ago, she starts having visions about people connected to her in some way that are going to die? If that wasn't a big, steaming pile of whatthefuck, she didn't know what was.

"What's happening to me, Missouri?" Sam looked up at the woman desperately. Any answer, even a bad one, would be better than this nothingness she was dealing with. Even if it was an answer she didn't like, at least she would know what to do with all of this then. Couldn't Sam, just this once, get dealt an easy hand?

"I know I should have all the answers, but… I don't know…" Sam furrowed her brow for a moment as Missouri looked away. Correct her if she was wrong, but didn't people look down like that when they were lying? She wasn't just being paranoid or fabricating things, right? Missouri had looked almost… almost guilty.

Uhm… what?

Sam opened her mouth, frowning, to press the woman for more answers, but she never got the chance.

"Sam, you ready?" She turned away from the psychic next to her to look at her brother, leaning against the Impala, Jenny standing comfortably next to him. She nodded and snapped her mouth shut, giving Missouri one last searching gaze before getting to her feet and walking over to her brother. Dean walked around the car to the driver's side and Sam stood with her hands atop the roof, sharing a look with her brother. She tried to apologize in that look for all this mess, for being such a freak of nature, for putting him through seeing their dead mother's spirit literally burn herself to death – again – to save their lives. She could never be sure because, following the Winchester code of conduct, they said nothing, but Sam thought by the way his face softened around the eyes just a little bit that he got the message.

"Don't you two be strangers, now!" Missouri called from behind Sam. Dean shifted his gaze to over his sister's shoulders and she turned around, nodding warily at the psychic woman. Sam wasn't sure what to make of her. On the one hand, she'd been hilarious and comforting and easy to be around, but on the other hand, she kept picking up on things Sam considered private and had possibly lied right to her face not five minutes ago.

"We won't," her brother assured. Sam turned back around and shared another look, this one, not so nice. They both knew they would never be back here, would probably never see these two women ever again. It was a rule that Hunters never visited a town twice, no matter if something came up again after they'd left. Things could get to twisted and covers could be blown, and people might start asking questions that shouldn't be asked. Of course, no one would do that in this town, because Sam and Dean had kept a pretty low profile this time, but that didn't stop them from wanting to be far away from a place that was so… personal. Sam didn't care if she had visions about this place again, she'd call up some other Hunter and get them to take care of it.

The two siblings got in to the Impala without a word and Sam buckled her seatbelt as her brother started the car.

"See you around," Missouri called, crossing her arms in front of her chest with a knowing glint in her eyes.

'No you won't,' Sam thought, but said nothing. Just smiled politely as her brother gave one last wave to Jenny and the psychic before pulling away. Sam watched buildings and houses pass by her window curiously, trying to picture herself growing up here with summers spent getting sunburned out in the fields with her friends and winters wishing pointlessly for a couple flakes of snow, but it made her uneasy, so she stopped. She was being stupid, picturing a childhood she had never had and would never get the chance to have.

Sam shook her head. Dean coughed. She sighed.

She reached over and flicked on the radio, just in time to catch the tail end of 'Little Dreamer' by Van Halen blaring through the radio. Sam settled back in to her seat and closed her eyes. She wasn't expecting to fall asleep, not really; she never slept anymore. No, she was just sitting and waiting for the next Hunt to fall in to their laps in a town they had no relation to where no one knew them.

Sam decided, things were better that way.

END

So, didn't have the time to read over this before I posted. Please excuse all mistakes... and stuff.

But chyeah! Hope y'all liked it! I know I sure do!

Peace.