Chapter 13

It didn't take Missouri long to see how broken John's mind was, with not remembering his life and the need to find his sons. She was going to have to do some powerful spell work to help him do what needed to be done before he found his sons. She could sense there were much more powerful forces at work here and John was going to play an important role in saving his sons. But at the moment, he was not capable of protecting himself, let alone his sons. She looked up when he walked into the kitchen.

"There's coffee." she said nodding to the counter. "I'll fix you some breakfast." she said turning to heat the pan to scramble eggs.

"I'm not hungry." he mumbled as he poured the dark, strong coffee into a cup.

"You've got to eat and get stronger." she insisted as she continued to cook ignoring his comment. "There's someone I want you to meet. I think they can help you."

"Who would that be?"

"A friend, he will start working on your physical body and I will deal with the mental part. Your body is stronger than you think and it remembers even though your mind does not. You need to get the two working together again, they is no harmony between the two like it should be. Now would you like some jam with your toast?"

John got the feeling there was no use arguing with this woman. She was a very strong willed woman who had no trouble telling you how it was going to be and dared you to defy her. He looked up into her face seeing a patient expression as she waited for him to answer her.

"That would be fine." he answered giving in to her.

"Good. Now I want you to eat up and get a shower, then rest and we'll start after lunch. We have a lot to get sorted out in a short period of time." she said pouring herself a cup of coffee.

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The bathroom began to steam up after John turned the water on letting it get hot before adjusting the temperature. He stripped out of his smelly clothes and dropped them in a pile in the corner. He would see about doing some laundry since it looked like he was going to be here for a while. He wasn't sure it was a good idea for him to stay, but he had to trust someone to help him. He stepped into the hot spray and let it run down his body as it washed away what was left of the nightmares of the night. He scrubbed and rinsed before just standing in the hot spray and letting it loosen up his tight muscles. By the time he shut the water off and stepped from the shower, he felt drained and weak. He dried his body and slipped on sweats and a tee shirt before doing what he was told and heading back into his bedroom to lie down. His head was actually not hurting at the moment and he wanted to take advantage of that and try to sleep. He had not had much luck getting the restful sleep he needed in quite a while.

The mattress sunk down as he sat on the side of the bed to still his mind before stretching out and letting it support his tired body once again. The ceiling fan made a faint clicking noise as it spun circulating the air in the room, making it more comfortable to sleep. He could feel the house around him as it settled and creaked with the change of the temperature outside. The shifting and creaking seemed to put his mind an ease, like the house was telling him he was safe in here. It would protect him, he could rest. He tried to listen for movement from Missouri but couldn't hear her. His mind shut down and he drifted on a sea of nothingness, no sense of being or awareness as he crossed into the realm of theta sleep, but still not able to reach the delta he really needed.

He didn't know that Missouri was already making preparations for him to begin training in a few days. She knew he needed to be physically strong for the days ahead. In time she would contact Bobby to see about the boys but not until John was on the road to recovery. She didn't know how the boys would feel to know their father was alive after all these years, but she knew deep down in her gut he needed to be in their lives again. There were forces at work that wanted to corrupt the boys and make them do their bidding which would be the end of humanity. Everything was not clear to her but what she was able to see was unsettling and disturbing. They had so much to accomplish and she knew time was running out. She went about preparing mojo protection bags for John and his two sons and going through a list of things she would need to perform the first incantation this afternoon. She thought deeply on contacting someone to help but was not sure how John would feel about that. If it looked like she couldn't accomplish what needed to be done, she began to decide who would be the best person to contact. There were only a few close seers and conjuring people that she truly trusted out there, so it depended on who was the closest and available

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Emily looked at the two FBI agents and wondered if she believed them when they said they were open minded. No one else took her serious all those years ago and it was still an open wound. Her parents had made her see a psychiatrist and she found it was easier to lie about it and pretend she didn't know what her friends had done. She looked at the two guys waiting patiently for her to say something and looked down at her tea, taking a sip before composing herself to speak.

"They were going to do a séance and try to talk to a spirit." she said quietly not looking up when she finished.

Dean and Sam looked at each other in trepidation not liking where this was going. Why was it young people wanted to mess with things that should never be messed with. Dean blamed it on horror movies and what they put out there for the world to see. They seemed to make it look like so much fun until blood and guts began to fly and people started dying.

It surprised Emily that neither of the FBI agents even flinched when she told them about the séance. They both looked serious and seemed to know something that they were not telling her. She saw a look pass over the older one's face that made her shiver slightly before she drunk some more hot tea. She jumped slightly when Dean finally broke the silence at the table with his deep, growl.

"Why the hell would they wanna do that?" Dean blurred out knowing how stupid that was and wondered what they had let out into this world. He just didn't understand kids, maybe because he never really was a kid himself. That was taken from him a long time ago and could never be recovered.

"Tyler found this really, really old book at a used bookstore. It had these spells and junk in it, we thought it would be fun to see what would happen. We didn't believe in ghosts and stuff, they're not real so what harm could it of done? Right?" she asked them looking from one to the other starting to think that maybe she was wrong. "What is it? Do you know something you're not telling me?" she asked quickly as her voice got higher and filled with panic. A hidden message passed between the two brothers as they waited for her to calm down.

"Where did they do this séance at?" Sam asked getting a feeling he already knew the answer to the question.

"At an abandoned house on the outskirts of town. We grew up hearing everyone say it was haunted, so we figured what better place to do it. We had it all planned out and I told them to go ahead without me and to call me after they were done to let me know what happened. They were gonna film it for me to see." she said as her voice cracked slightly and her eyes began to fill with tears. Dean pulled a napkin out and pushed it toward her as tears broke free and dripped down her face.

"Did they call you?" Dean asked.

"No, I never heard from them again." she whispered with a hitched breath. "I tried calling Sarah and Austin and Tyler but the calls wouldn't go through. It was like they disappeared without a trace. Nothing was found at the house."

"Why didn't the police believe you?"

"They went and checked the house out. There wasn't any sign of them ever being there. The cops thought I was lying to protect my friends and I was going to go join them. They thought we were faking them out for fun." she shrugged. "We were sort of wild teenagers back then and had gotten into a little trouble, but nothing serious really." she said blushing slightly with the admission. "We had been friends since first grade. We all live within like three blocks of each other and were inseparable during the summer, all being at one of our houses. Their parents haven't spoken to me since it happened. They think I had something to do with it and won't tell the cops the truth. I thought about moving away when I was old enough, but I like this town and I went to college and came back to help with the family business. It took me awhile to pull myself together and move on. Still people whisper behind my back and won't have anything to do with me." she rambled until Dean interrupted her with a question.

"Do you know what spirit they were trying to contact?" Dean inquired. "Might help us."

Emily looked at Dean and frowned. She couldn't believe they were actually listening to what she was saying and not writing her off as some crazy nut job. They weren't laughing at her like most of the town did back then, saying she was high on something. She had lost her best friends and had no one to turn to. Her parents did try to help, but Emily shut herself away from everyone, hardly venturing from her room for months after it happened. She really thought she was going crazy for a while and then it was old news and most people forgot about it after she went to college.

"I don't think there really was a specific one that I know of. I didn't see the book that closely to read it. Tyler kept it and brought it with him. He said there were other spells for cloaking, controlling a spirit, making someone do your bidding, love spells, things like that. But he said there was some really crazy stuff in there too. Dark stuff we didn't want anything to do with." she replied. "Why do I get the feeling you guys have heard of things like this before? Neither of you have told me it's just my imagination nor contradicted what I have been saying. I just wish I had told them not to go..." she said letting her voice trail off.

"Let's just say it's not the first time we've dealt with strange things."

"Thank you for talking with us Emily." Sam told her when he saw Dean nod to him. He sensed Dean didn't want her to ask any more questions that they couldn't answer. "You've been helpful. And Emily, you can't blame yourself for what happened. It wasn't your fault, forgive yourself and move on. Live your life, but that doesn't mean you have to forget them, hold their memories in your heart."

"Thanks, you're the first who actually listened to me. Look, would you call me if you do find out anything? I'd like to know. Maybe we could have lunch sometime if you're still around." she asked pulling a scrap of paper from her bag and scribbling a number on it and handing it to Sam. "This is my cell."

"Alright, we will." Sam told her laying a hand on her arm to reassure her as he took the paper. He gave her one last small smile before following Dean from the outside tables down the sidewalk knowing he wouldn't be calling her. When they were a safe distance away he spoke to his brother. "What are you thinking?"

"It's still early, let's go check out that house and then call Bobby. See what his take is on this. If they had the real deal there's no telling what they could of contacted or let loose."

"I was thinking the same thing. I wonder how a book of spells ended up in a used bookstore."

"Like most supernatural things, someone dies and the family sells or gives away their things not knowing that it's dangerous. Then it ends up in the wrong hands and BAM! You got a problem. So where's this house at anyway?"

"You take the main road out of town and turn onto the first dirt road and it's half a mile from there."

"Who owns it now anyway and I wonder why it wasn't torn down or sold? You would think the land would be worth something."

"Couldn't find anything about it after the owners tried to rent it and couldn't. It's like they didn't care anymore and were happy to let it just sit there rotting away." Sam replied with a shrug. "Wanna run by the motel so we can change?"

"Yeah, don't need to mess up these monkey suits. I ain't buying another one." he said taking off his jacket before getting into the driver's side of the Impala.

Sam chuckled at him in amusement as he got in the passenger side of the car and settled down. His mind began to process what they had learned and started making a mental list of what those kids could of unknowingly summoned into this world. He was at least glad Dean wanted to call Bobby about it to get his help instead of them trying to do this on their own. They were both good, but this was sounding like it was way over their heads.

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