Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Supernatural or its characters. However I do own the AU universe and the OCs. The universe of Silthrims and Royalia are completely my creations and hence totally mine. Althea, Mara, Maya, Ryan, Matt and all other OCs definitely belong to me as well.
The story is UnBeta'd till date, so all mistakes, big or small, are definitely mine.
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Home II
There's more than one spirit in this place…
Dean punched a hole in the kitchen wall with his axe.
He didn't hear the drawer opening. He was ready to put the pouch in when he finally heard a noise…and Matt's scream "Look out!"
Matt tackled Dean to the floor, just as a knife hurled itself into a cabinet. Dean quickly pulled a table in front of them as a hail of knives sailed towards them, embedding in the table. Matt put the pouch in the hole and everything seemed to stop.
"Whoa… you okay?"
They heard Missouri scream. "Go!" Dean told Matt. "I'll check on Sammy and Ry…!"
Dean rushed upstairs. He heart froze when he found Sam lying limply on the floor of a room, a lamp's cord wound tightly around his neck.
"Sam!" He tried to get the cord off, but it refused to budge. Sam was almost out cold. Dean ran to the wall and kicked a hole with all his might. As soon as he placed the bag of herbs inside, a blinding white light left the room. He rushed back to Sam, who was completely weak and lying limply trying to breathe. Dean pulled away the cord from around his neck and drew Sam into a fierce hug. Dean's heart was thudding.
"Ry…" Sammy croaked and Dean paled. Putting Sam down as gently he could at his frantic pace, he raced out in search of the youngest Winchester.
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The first thing Ryan felt was the pain…. and someone calling him… He knew the voice …
"D-de…" He tried to speak but his voice sounded muffled, even to his ears… by some miracle, however, the person must have heard him…
"Shh… I am right here… don't move… you hurt your head … and you're still bleeding…And only you could be injured by a knife in a study … I mean, who keeps knives in study… paper knives, I understand… but this ain't no paper knife, buddy…"
"Wh-?"
Ryan didn't understand… Something swam into his line of vision and Ryan saw a knife…
"Huh!" Imagine that… Et tu, Knife? Wait what the hell was he saying? He tried to sit up…
"Don't move, idiot… this looks like a 911…"
"Wh- NO!" Ryan sat up, panic overriding the pain, even as his body made its protest known to him as he started keeling over…
"Whoa-!" Dean caught him before he face planted.
"N- … pl's, D'?" Ryan didn't want them to get into trouble because of him…And visits to the ER were always troublesome…
"Did you not hear what I said? The knife wound is still bleeding … it needs to be stitched … and you must have hit your head against a book shelf…its bleeding as well…Thank God, the knife missed any arteries or it'd be bye-bye Ry…"
"Pl's, D'n?" Ryan was faintly aware of the slur in his words… Well, can't help it with all this room spinning and all
"The room's not spinning, genius… it's your head…and the blood loss…" Dean said with concern.
How did he know? Must have said it out loud…
"You've d'n it b'f'r… "
Dean sighed. Darn, his brothers had him wrapped around their pinkies…God, it was unfair!
"Is't ov'r?" Ryan slurred.
"Yeah… It's gone… now quit movin'…Let me see, what I can do…"
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"You sure this is over?" Sam asked, dressing Ryan's wounds… thankfully, they had stopped bleeding…Surprisingly, Ryan didn't have a serious concussion, at least he had answered all their questions correctly, hadn't thrown up or passed out again - he did have a headache and the blood loss was taking its toll, not to mention, he was getting cranky with all the probing and prodding.
They were in the kitchen… the house seemed at peace…
"I'm sure. Why? Why do you ask?" Missouri asked.
"Never mind." He sighed, an uneasy feeling nagging at him. "It's nothin', I guess." Ryan whimpered – the kid was pretty out of it by then, doped on painkillers, even though they'd given him only mild ones considering his head injury and all… he was a lightweight, all right…
"Hello? We're home!" Jenny voice stopped further conversation. "Oh my God, what happened here?"
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The night seemed peaceful…Jenny yawned, putting down the magazine she had been reading on her bedside table. After turning off the light and sliding underneath the covers, she intended to get taken by peaceful sleep. A few seconds later, her bed started shaking … she opened her eyes, startled. The bed began to shake more violently. She screamed, rushing out of bed.
Ryan woke with a gasp. Everything was dark… and he couldn't sit up… his body didn't seem to respond…His head hurt and his shoulder seemed to be on fire… what's wrong with me?!
He heard footsteps…he tried to sit up again and felt himself keeling… he felt strong arms supporting him in a gentle yet firm hold… everything seemed fuzzy but he knew the smell… worn leather and coffee…and a lingering aftershave or cologne tinged with the fading smell of gunpowder…
"D-de…?" his voice sounded awful even to his ears… "Wha- where …?!"
"Shhh…it's okay… you're okay… calm down, kiddo…" the voice was a whisper - somehow it sounded far off… but it was full of warmth, promising of safety… Ryan sensed a feeling of calm spread through him…and then he remembered the nightmare… his vision…
"De...! Jenny -" He tried to sit up… he felt the comforting hand forcing him back.
"It's over, Ry… it's done… Jenny is all right… she's safe now…"
"No- I- "
"Shhh…it was just a nightmare… sleep kiddo… everything's alright…"
Ryan felt the calloused warm hands rubbing circles in his back and another stroking his hair… there was something different about Dean's hands… something different about the smell…but he felt safe and was soon lulled into peaceful sleep.
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"All right, so, tell me again, what are we still doin' here?" Sometimes Dean didn't follow Sam's mind very well.
"I don't know. I just…I still have a bad feeling."
Matt scowled. "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." Sam couldn't exactly put his finger on it yet but he did feel something amiss.
"Yeah, well, problem is we could be sleeping in a bed right now or more importantly, we should be watching over, Ry" Dean was very concerned for the youngest brother. He slid down in his seat and closed his eyes. Sam looked up at Jenny's bedroom window and suddenly he saw her screaming, just like in his dream.
"Guys. Look, guys!"
They didn't need to be told anything anymore- they rushed out of the car, sprinting towards the house.
"You two grab the kids, I'll get Jenny." Dean told them.
Inside Sari's bedroom, the figure made out of fire stood by her closet, even as Dean rushed to Jenny's bedroom door.
"Jenny!"
"I can't open the door!" Her voice was oozing fear and panic.
"Stand back!" She moved back as Dean kicked down the door. "Come on." Dean urged her into action.
"No, my kids!"
"Sam's got your kids, come on."
Meanwhile, while carrying Ritchie in his arms, Sam and Matt reached Sari's bedroom - she was screaming for HELP.
Passing Ritchie to Matt, Sam went Sari's bed and picked her up. "Don't look. Don't look!" He chanted to the children even as they left the bedroom.
By then, Dean and Jenny had rushed out of the house.
Inside the house, carrying the kids between them, Sam followed Matt downstairs till suddenly he felt his senses tingling.
He passed Sari to Matt. "All right, Matt, you lead them out, quick!"
"What! I am not leaving without you!"
"MATT! Just GO!"
A sudden sense of dread filled Matt as a shiver rolled down his spine. "I won't" He put the kids down, passing Ritchie to Sari. "Sari, take your brother outside as fast as you can, and don't look back."
Suddenly, an invisible force sent both Winchesters to their knees. They slid backwards into another room, crashing into a table. Sari screamed, running outside with Ritchie to Dean and Jenny. Dean knelt down to Sari's eye level."Sari, where are Sam and Matt?"
The kid was spooked and was crying. "They're inside. Something's got them."
Panicked, Dean rushed to the front door, but before he could get any close, it slammed shut on its own, sealing his siblings indoors…
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Dean chopped down parts of the door furiously… Eventually, he was able to step through.
"Sam? Matt?!" He found them flung across the wall. His fury knew no bounds at his brothers' plight and he raised his gun to fire at the figure on fire.
Sam cut him off, "NO, don't! DON'T!
"What -why?!"
"Because I know who it is. I can see her now."
Suddenly the fire vanished, revealing Mary Winchester -exactly as she was the night she died. Dean's hand shook and his expression softened. In shock, he lowered his gun slowly.
"Mom?" It's impossible… A part of his brain screamed but the other part was still in shock and another part that had fantasized and prayed for a miracle ever since that day. Mary smiled, stepping closer to him.
"Dean." She said with a soft smile … there was so much love there, in that one word – Dean couldn't keep the tears away. He wanted to hold her and keep her with them forever… he didn't want to let go, again… ever…
Mary then walked away towards Sam and Matt. Sam couldn't take his eye off her…
"Sam." Sam smiled weakly, crying- he wanted to tell her so many things, just wanted to be held in her arms once more. His mother's smile faded. "I'm sooo sorry."
"For what?"
She looked at him sadly, but didn't say anything. She then turned to Matt. She paused for a while, her eyes piercing into his very soul. Then she smiled gently, only as mothers could."Mathew…" She said softly.
Matt froze…he felt like an outsider intruding on their time together… like someone who had changed her family and disrespected her memory. Mary smiled again, as if reading his mind.
"You're a good brother. Don't let the sun go down on your anger, child."
"I-I.."
Mary smiled at them one more time. Then walking away from them, she looked up at the ceiling, fury etched on her face.
"You get out of my house. And let go of my sons."
Once again, she was entirely engulfed in flames; the fire hit the ceiling and disappeared.
The force holding Sam and Matt to the wall disappeared as well. They walked over to Dean, exchanging stunned and sad looks. Dean looked as lost as Sam felt, silent tears rolling down their faces.
"Now it's over." Sam said softly, a part of him wishing it hadn't been so soon…
In Missouri's guest bedroom, Ryan sighed, finally slipping into a peaceful sleep, mumbling, "It's done…"
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The next morning found Dean standing by the car with Jenny, looking through old photos.
"Thanks for these."
She smiled softly, "Don't thank me, they're yours." With a grateful nod, Dean put the trunk of photos into the car.
Missouri joined Sam on the front steps of the house. "Well, there are no spirits in there anymore, this time for sure."
"Not even my mom?"
"No." Missouri's heart broke for the boys, but she couldn't give false hope… she couldn't do it to these kids, who had already suffered so much…
"What happened?"
"Your mom's spirit and the poltergeist's energy, they cancelled each other out. Your mom destroyed herself goin' after the thing."
"Why would she do something like that?"
Missouri gave a sad smile. "Well, to protect her boys, of course."
Sam nodded, with tears in his eyes. Missouri started to put her arms around him and then checked herself. "Sam, I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"You sensed it was here, didn't you? Even when, I couldn't." She said sadly.
"What's happening to me?" It was a question that had been haunting him for days…
"I know I should have all the answers, but I don't know."
Dean called. "Sam, you ready?"
Sam nodded, moving to the car. Jenny thanked them with soft pats to their arms.
"You two be good…You hear me, Mathew?"
"Sure, Missouri… Don't worry… You take care…"
"Don't you boys be strangers"
"We won't."
"See you around," she said as Jenny waved. The Winchesters drove away smiling, with warmth in their hearts, each engrossed in their own thoughts….
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Once home, Missouri set her purse on the table.
"Those boys…they have such powerful abilities. But why they couldn't sense their own father, I have no idea." She looked over to the figure hunched on her couch.
John Winchester felt old. He pulled his hand across his face tiredly."Mary's spirit – do you really think she saved the boys?"
"I do."
John nodded sadly and twisted his wedding ring on his finger.
"John Winchester, I could just slap you. Why won't you go talk to your own children?"
John felt broken from inside out. "God,I want to. But they hate me and what would I tell them, Missouri? They won't believe me…Hell, you didn't…"
"Really, John-"
"You have no idea how much I wanna see 'em. But I can't. Not yet. Not until I know the truth."
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"A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path..."
- Agatha Christie
Whoa! Did I just bring John back?! What on earth am I thinking?! And why on earth is Missouri on his side after what he had done to his sons in the past? Even I am not sure about it… not 100%, at least…Please drop me your views and opinions.
Sorry for the long delay, though…I'm snail slow when it comes to writing… I tried but couldn't finish the job any faster, so, I understand if you're irked with me… Please let me know what you thought of this chappie… I'm thinking of moving to Faith next… what would you say?
Keep smiling as always….
Till next time.
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