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Missouri Moseley was not a train lover. She was in fact not fond of just about any mode of transport other than using her own feet. It was therefore a clear testament to both how much panic there had been in Bobby's voice as well as how fond she was of the Winchester boys. She'd known those two since their mother had died and goodness knows that you didn't need to be a psychic to realise that if Sam was hurt than his older brother was never far behind.
She walked with purpose down the street, her face hot from the train ride and from carrying her carpet bag and suitcase. She didn't need to ask for directions, she knew perfectly well which house it was and so it was with a psychic's self-assured confidence she knocked on the door. A few second later the door was opened to reveal Bobby Singer, his bearded face relaxing at the sight of the new arrival.
"Don't thank me yet Singer." Missouri said before he could get a word in. "I don't know if I can do anything for the poor boy, but the sooner you let me in the sooner I can try and help."
Bobby hastily moved out her way, took her coat and hung it on one of the coat hangers clearly labelled 'guest' so as not to confound Sam's carefully organised system. The two of them then walked into the living room where they found Dean with his niece in his lap, reading to her in attempt to distract her from the fact that her father had yet to wake up since their outing two days ago. Leah had been inconsolable the first morning when Sam was still asleep despite the sun being in the sky.
"But Papa never sleeps this long!" she had cried out in distress.
"Don't worry sweetheart." Dean had whispered softly as he had held her in his arms. "Papa is just really tiered right now. He'll wake up soon, you'll see." He'd then proceeded to take both her and Rifer on a very long walk, so much so that once they'd returned home the small girl had fallen immediately asleep, not having had the chance to think about her father.
Missouri looked on as Dean read yet another page before she decided that it was time for her to make herself known. She walked over and knelt in front of the two of them.
"Missouri?" Dean looked into the woman's eyes with such hope that she felt her heart ache for the young man that Dean now was.
"Don't you worry yourself child. I'm just going to put this young lady to bed." And with that she picked Leah up in her arms and carefully carried her to her bedroom where the little girl fell asleep with a bit of psychic persuasion.
"Now then," Missouri picked up her carpet bag from the living room floor "where is the boy?"
"In here," beckoned Bobby as he turned the bedroom light on, revealing Sam much the way he was two days ago.
"Don't worry Bobby," the lady smiled "he'll be up and about if I have anything to say about it."
"We appreciate it Missouri." came a voice from the doorway where John stood.
"John Winchester I could slap you. Didn't I tell you all those years ago that you would end up pushing so hard that Sam would not stand it any longer? And why don't you pick up the phone? I phoned to tell you … years ago that something was wrong with your youngest and for all I know you deleted that voicemail. And yes Dean that was when Sam lost his sight."
"What…" Dean made to stalk over to his father but Bobby stopped him.
"That won't do us any good. Fighting won't bring back Sam's sight or change what happened. We need to focus on getting him well enough again."
Missouri nodded. "That is exactly why I would like you to help me place these candles around the room," she said as she reached into her carpet bag to hand each man a few sticks which they begrudgingly positioned so that a small circle of candles encircled their youngest. Missouri lit a smaller thin candle which she then used to light the others before she once again rummaged through her bag. This time she revealed a small wooden bowl which she filled with holy water from a small hipflask.
"No I don't use my hipflask for anything other than carrying holy water thank you very much boy." she said with a hard look in her eyes as she stared at Dean who immediately looked bashful.
"Now then," she placed the water on the bedside table before seating herself in the small chair that usually sat in the corner of Sam's bedroom. Making sure that she was within the circle of light created by the candles she slowly took the young man's unconscious hand, closing her eyes as her brow creased with the lines of intense concentration.
The hunters watched as she breathed with Sam, deep and even as if they were part of the same living machine. But that quickly changed as Sam's fingers and face began to twitch, his breaths shallowing as they picked up speed. Dean looked on in amounting worry as he saw his brother's eyes flutter restlessly behind his closed eyelids. This time when bobby once again stopped him with a small shake of his head and his hand wrapped around Dean's arm, the younger man had barely noticed that he had been moving towards his brother.
To the hunters' growing distress, Sam's head had begun tossing from side to side as they had all seen so many times due to his nightmares growing up, his forehead bearing small beads of sweat which slid down his skin staining the pillow.
Suddenly his eyes opened revealing milky white orbs which stared unseeingly into the ceiling above as his body arched taught as a bow as if someone had suck a hook into his chest and yanked it up. Sam's mouth began opening and closing like a stranded fish who could get no air on dry land, making his ragged breaths sound desperate.
"Stop it!" Dean cried as he tried to free himself from both Bobby and John's grip as he clawed out towards his brother. "You're hurting him!"
"Dean you need to stop or else Missouri will lose her concentration and we may not be able to get to Sam." John spoke as calmly as he could but Bobby could hear clearly the pain that he was feeling at seeing his youngest in such a state.
Missouri's face shrivelled upon itself even more as she pushed through the mess that was Sam's uncontrolled psychic powers amidst his mind. Whatever the demon girl had released before its time was now roaming free without any restraint through Sam's mindscape, causing him to get stuck amongst the many memories he had, each a small glass ball whizzing around in his mind. To Missouri's great dislike, most of the memories Sam was reliving were not the best, the most vivid where those linked to the fire, Jess' death and the darkness that plagued him afterwards only just overcome by the light that was Leah.
Painstakingly she pulled each glass sphere into its proper place slowly extracting Sam from each, piecing his mind back together until she could collect his psychic powers and contain them within a locked box. Once she slammed the lid closed, she felt the calm that overcame Sam's mind once more, the hazy quality of her surroundings signalling his awakening.
With death gasps they both resurfaced into the material world, both of their eyes holding each other's gaze despite Sam's lack of sight. Then tears began flowing down his cheeks as he felt himself own his body once more, his family calling his name before he once again fell asleep, the blood that had been flowing from his nose slowing to a stop.