Home Re-Write Part Two
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Dean, Sam, Missouri and I all ride in Dean's Impala to our old house. Missouri and I chat happily the whole way there about girl stuff. Missouri almost seems like a second mother to me because she has that certain southern hospitality about her.
Dean parks the car across from Jenny's again. We walk up the path and knock on the door.
Jenny opens the door holding Richie in her arms. She looks a bit stressed.
"Sam, Abbie, Dean, what're you doing here?" She asks us.
"Hey Jenny, um, this is our friend Missouri." Sam says introducing Missouri.
"If it's not too much trouble, we were hoping to show her the house for old time's sake." Dean says.
"You know, this isn't a good time. I'm kinda busy." She tells closing the door, but Dean catches it.
"Jenny, its important." Dean starts but Missouri interrupts him by slapping him upside the head.
I chuckle, but quickly sober back up.
"OW!" Dean says giving Missouri a death glare. I'm telling ya, if looks could kill, then Missouri would be no more.
Missouri ignores the death glare and tells Jenny, "Give the poor girl a break. Can't you see she's upset? Forgive this boy, he means well, he's not the sharpest tool in the shed." Dean looks hurt at her comment. He looks at me expecting me to do something, but I just shrug at him.
"Hear me out." Missouri says continuing.
"About what?" Jenny asks her.
"About this house." Missouri says breaking eye contact for a moment and looking at the house.
"What are you talking about?" She asks.
"I think you know what I'm talking about. You think there's something in this house. Something that wants to hurt your family. Am I mistaken?" Missouri asks her. She was reading her mind I think.
"Who are you?" Jenny asks us concerned and worried. She probably thinks we're freaks or something but that's okay with me. Who wants to be normal?
"We're people who can help, you can stop this thing. But you're gonna have to trust us a little." Missouri tells her.
"Okay, come on in." Jenny says opening the door fully inviting us in. Missouri looks around the house as if searching for something.
"What?" I ask her.
"Just trying to find the center." She explains to us.
We follow her around the house when she leads us upstairs and into a bedroom.
"There's a dark energy around here, this room should be the center of it." Missouri says.
"Why?" Sam asks her.
"This used to be your nursery Sam; yours and your sisters. This is where it all happened." Missouri tells us.
This is where everything happened? It doesn't look evil like I had imagined it to be. I look around with wide eyes. Our mom died here 20 some years ago, but now it just looks normal. Hmm… Dean looks up at the ceiling uncomfortably. I think he was looking at where mom was pinned to the ceiling.
Dean pulls out an EMF meter out of his pocket. He turns it on and scans the room.
"That an EMF?" Missouri asks him once she sees the meter.
"Yeah." Dean replies.
"Amateur." Missouri says as she turns around and scans the room for anything. Dean gives her a stern look. I try to hold back laughter and so does Sam but believe me its hard.
EMF meter starts to go wild.
"Huh. That's interesting." I say.
"I don't know if you should be disappointed or relieved, but this ain't the thing that took your mom." Missouri tells us as she opens the closet door.
"Wait, are you sure?" Sam asks her. Missouri nods at his question.
"How do you know?" I ask her.
"It isn't the same energy I felt the last time I was here. It's something different." Missouri says.
"What is it?" Dean asks her.
Missouri goes into the closet. "Not it. Them. There's more than one spirit in this place."
"What are they doing here?" Sam asks her.
"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." Missouri informs us as she walks out of the closet.
"I don't understand." Sam says honestly.
"This place is a magnet for paranormal energy. It's attracted a poltergeist, a nasty one and it won't rest until Jenny and her babies are dead." Missouri says gravely.
"You said there was more than one spirit." Sam mentions what Missouri said earlier.
"There is." Missouri says as she walks back into the closet. "I just can't make out the second one."
"Well one things for damn sure, nobody is dying in this house ever again. So whatever is here, how do we stop it?" Dean asks her.
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We all head over to Missouri's house. Sam and I are standing at one end of the table that Deans working at. Missouri instructs Dean to put together three pouches with certain ingredients.
"So what is all this stuff anyway?" Dean asks Missouri while he's working.
"Angelica root, Van Van oil, crossroad dirt. A few other odds and ends." She tells us.
"Yeah? What are we supposed to do with it?" Dean asks.
"We're gonna put them inside the walls in the north, south, east, west corners on each floor of the house." She explains sitting down across from Dean.
"We're gonna be punching holes in the dry wall, Jenny's gonna love that." Dean says sarcastically.
"She'll live." Missouri says. I wonder if there was supposed a pun intended.
"And this will destroy the spirits?" Sam asks her.
"It should. It should purify the house completely. We'll each take a floor." Missouri says. Dean tries some of the dirt stuff, but spits it back out quickly.
"Smart Dean." I tell him.
"But we work fast. Once the spirits realize what we're up to, things are gonna get bad." Missouri continues once she throws Dean a nasty look.
"Work fast, got it." I say recapping what Missouri says.
"Sam and Abbie will take the top floor. Dean, you get the ground floor, and I'll take the basement." Missouri says.
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Later that night, once everything is set, we truthfully tell Jenny what we're going to do. It is her family that we're trying to protect, so she doesn't really object.
"Okay. Careful." Missouri tells Sari.
"Look, I just… you know I'm not sure I'm comfortable leaving you guys here alone." Jenny tells her. I think she's worried about us.
"Just take your kids to the movie or something, and it'll be over by the time you
get back." Missouri says.
"Okay." Jenny replies. Missouri watches them leave and then goes back into the house.
"You ready?" Missouri asks us once she's walked into the kitchen.
"Yup." I reply.
"Then, lets start." She says walking toward the basement. Sam and I head upstairs while Dean just stays in the kitchen.
Sam and I walk casually into Jenny's room. I whistle lightly while Sam is spinning a hammer in his hand. We kneel down at the right corner. Sam starts to tap the wall.
"What are you doing?" I ask him. "Why can't you hammer the wall anywhere?"
"You don't want to hit the stud." Sam explains to me. Well, that makes sense.
I hear something behind me, like a click noise. I look over my right shoulder, but I don't see anything, so we go back to work.
Suddenly, something wraps around my neck. "Sam!" I yell as loud as I can.
"Oh God." Sam says dropping the pouch of stuff. He tries to pull the cord off but it doesn't work; instead of pulling the cord off. Another part of it wraps around his neck.
While I'm trying to pull the cord off from my neck, Sam is doing the same thing. If I die, I'm glad to have died along side my brother. What am I thinking? I don't wanna die! Where the hell is Dean when you need him?
As he heard my internal cry for help, Dean flies into the room. "Sam! Abbie!" He runs to us to try and pull the cord off but it doesn't budge for him either. Realizing that he can't pull the cords off us, he quickly gets up and kicks the wall. He grabs the pouch and shoves it into the wall.
Instantly, I feel the tightness of the cord release. There's a bright blue light that seems to emit from the wall. Even though I can breathe again, I can't move from the lack of oxygen.
Dean quickly untangles the cords from around me and Sam's neck. He pulls us into a brotherly hug. I wrap my arm around his neck pulling him in tighter.
"Thank you Dean. You saved our lives." I whisper.
"That what big brothers are for!" He says holding back tears.
"Are you crying?" Sam asks him.
"No, I have something in my eyes." Dean says.
"Hey, no chick flick moments." I say throwing Dean's famous words back at him.
"Yeah, yeah." Dean says pulling Sam and me up.
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so originally this was gonna be 12 pages long, but I had some trouble
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