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RSF Chapter 25

Sam glanced around the area shrouded in fog. His stomach clenched and his head ached. This goes down as the most realistic dream ever.

"What are you talking about?" Cora's voice cut through the white mist. The frightened tone threw him into motion.

"Cora!"

"Sam!"

A painful wail went up and he covered his ears.

"No. I won't."

Cora's yell sounded closer now. He stumbled toward it. "Cora."

"Sam."

Footsteps pound over the earth. The light step would match her measurements. He paused. A body barreled into him. Slender arms wrapped around his waist, and the familiar scent that always brought him comfort confirmed Cora's identity.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"I'm fine." She nodded.

"Jesus." Sam clutched his head as the shrill screech filled the air.

"What's wrong?" She gripped his elbow.

"You can't hear that!" He nodded in the distance.

"No." She shook her head. "We have to go, now."

"Where are we?"

"Asleep. But between realms I think."

"Realms."

"Not now. Come on, run." She took his hand and pulled him off. The further they got from the Harpy's cry the better he felt.

"Sam. Sam come on wake up." The sweet voice began to drag him from sleep.

He held onto Cora's hand tighter afraid he'd leave her behind. "No! You have to come with me Cora. Cora." Her hand slipped from his and he screamed.

"Whoa. She's right here." Toni said. He felt her delicate hand run down his face.

His eyes opened and he sat up searching for the woman he'd left behind.

"Wake her now." Sam rasped.

"Cora, come on baby wake up." Dean said, gently tapping her face.

Her eyes fluttered open and Sam reached out to grasp her hand. She squeezed and he breathed a sigh of relief. "You good?" Sam asked.

"Someone want to tell me why you two morphed into the freaking Bobsy twins? Even for you it's bizarre." Dean said. A deep scowl and furrowed brow shouted his displeasure.

"It was a dream, but not." Cora whispered, shaking her head.

"Wait, you had the same one?" Toni asked, lifting a brow.

"I was in it, Toni." Sam said.

"Wait, how's that even possible?" Dean said.

"I don't know," Cora shook her head. "But there was something I think I was supposed to remember." She winced, clutching her head. A trickle of blood ran from her nose.

"Whatever you're thinking about, stop." Dean barked.

Cora blinked as Dean swiped away the blood and rubbed it onto his jeans.

"What the hell happened?" Toni asked leaning back on her heels. They were all in the back seat, practically on top of one another.

"I- I don't know. One minute I was sleeping fine and the next I landed in some fog covered forest? Then I heard Cora talking to someone and she sounded upset."

"Yes, someone." Cora pushed up in her seat. Her eyes were glossy and she shook slightly.

"I said stop." Dean's voice became a snarl.

"You don't order me around." Cora's voice sounded weak.

"I do when we're putting yourself at risk. Who knows what the fuck high jacked your dreams?" Dean shook his head.

"I can't shake the feeling it was important." Cora stood her ground.

"No Cora." Dean shook his head.

"Sam?" Toni drew his attention back to her. Fights between Cora and Dean were nothing new. But this was the first true argument he'd seen since she'd returned to them.

"I… whatever she saw and heard I couldn't. It damn near blew my ear drums out, honestly." He said.

Toni brushed the hair off his forehead. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's her I'm worried about." Sam jerked his head toward Cora.

"Okay, fuck the lunch break, Toni stay back here with him, Cora you're coming up front with me, and the only thing you need to think about is the music on the radio until we get to Missouri." Dean pulled Cora out, and Toni sank beside him. He ran his hands through his hair and took a cleansing breath. Suddenly they went from fine to the brink of destruction.

"I hate it when they fight. It makes me feel like a kid who has to choose which parent he wants to go with after they divorce." He mumbled.

Toni wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed his temple. "It just makes me want to punch him in the face."

Sam chuckled. "He sometimes has that affect on people."

"Sometimes?" She nuzzled his neck with her nose and he laughed, grateful for her soothing presence.

"Half the time?"

She grunted.

"I'm pumping gas, and I swear to God Cora if I come back and you're bleeding from the nose…" Dean closed the door rougher than usual, and Cora huffed from the front.

"Cora, you know I love you right?" Sam approached the surely woman with a lighthearted approach.

"Oh son of a bitch. You're going to guilt trip me here?" Cora said.

"I'm going to suggest for once in his life, my brother might be right. I don't like this."

"Me either, Co." Toni said.

"Fucking out gunned, I get it," Cora sighed and rested her head against the seat. "It's starting."

"What's starting?" Sam asked.

"The blood fighting for dominance."

His stomach dropped. His mother's cryptic messages and warning circled around in his head.

"That still doesn't explain why you were both there." Toni said.

"Well—." Cora said.

The driver side door opened and she went silent. Dean's squinty eyes swept the interior of the car. Sam dropped his gaze like a scolded child. You didn't mess with him when it came to Cora, or safety. This issue involved both. Three if he added himself. In his brother eyes, he'd never be a fully grown adult. The engine roared to life, and Dean pulled out of the parking lot. Sam held his breath waiting for a snarky comment, but none came. Dean slid his hands across the seat, and grasped Cora's hand like a life line, and in turn she slid into the middle space he'd come to think of as her spot when they were together.

"I don't like any of this," Toni whispered into his ear.

"Me either." Sam closed his eyes trying to recall anything he could about the dream.

They pulled up in front of the shop and Dean parked across the street. Stillness fell in the car as the world crawled to a stop. Whatever they would learn would change them. This thing reached further than their mother or their father. It had Cora in its grasp, and Toni not far behind.

"We ready?" Dean asked, turning to meet Sam's gaze.

"Toni?" Sam asked.

"Yeah I think we've waited long enough." Toni said.

"Cora?" Deans' voice softened.

"No. No. I'm not fucking ready to jump head first into this shit. What if it's demons Dean? What if they're not done?" Her voice cracked and she scrambled to unbuckle her seat belt, pushing the door open and walking away from the car at a fast clip.

"Fuck." Dean followed, jogging to catch up with her. He'd never seen Cora look so small or broken down.

"She's scared." Toni's voice cracked. "Of going back to hell."

"God, I can't blame her." Sam closed his eyes. If that happened it'd kill Dean.

"Do you think… this is…that they want her back?" Toni sounded almost tentative.

Sam turned to Toni horrified. "No. Why would they let her out just to pull her back in?"

"To fuck with her, us. We're hunters. How many of them have we put down?"

Sam wrapped his arm around Toni's body offering her his strength. "I don't think that's what this is about. Look." He nodded toward the couple gesturing wildly toward the car. Cora shook her head and Dean threw up his hands. "They know more than they're letting on."

He'd noticed it over the past few weeks, secretive glances and whispered conversations. At first he chalked it up to shit he didn't need or want to know about. Now, he wasn't' so sure.

"Why would they keep anything to themselves after everything that's happened?
Toni shook her head. "This doesn't make sense."

Sam frowned. Cora crossed her hands beneath her chest and shook her head back and forth. "No it doesn't. But she's not buying whatever he's selling."

Toni snorted. "That ship's sailed. She owns half the damn company now."

Sam laughed. "This is very true. Should we break it up?"

"Uh uh. Let them ride it out, Sammy."

Cora turned to walk away and Dean grabbed her arm spinning her back around to face him. She shook her arm to free it, and Dean grabbed the other pulling her body against his. He held her face and bent down to connect their lips.

"This is a bad one." Toni said.

"Yeah it is." Sam sighed. "We can't' afford to be doing this right now." He ground his teeth.

"Hey, that's why we're here to see Missouri. We'll figure out what's going on and solve the problem, same as we always do." The conviction in her voice made his heart soar.

He glanced down at the oval shaped face of the woman he loved and lost himself in her beauty and strength. "You really believe that?"

"I know that." The confidence spilled over into him and buried his fingers in her hair and brushed their lips once, twice before he traced the petal soft set with his tongue and delved inside. Her tongue glided along his, and he tilted his head, moaning as he deepened the kiss. Happiness exploded inside him like shooting rockets. She lightened the darkness that had always dogged his footsteps. A whimper formed in the back of her throat. The sounds of boots on the pavement outside made him moan as he pulled back.

"You are finishing this as soon as we get done here." She purred.

"Yes, Ma'am."

The door opened and Dean bent down. "We're ready, you through fogging up my windows?"

"No, but we should go inside." Sam said with a smirk.

Dean's eyes widened and he nodded his head. "Nice one Sammy, there might just be hope for you yet." Gone in an instant, his brother attached himself to Cora once more. As if he was afraid she'd bolt.

They walked the short distance to the house as somber as a funeral party. Dean lifted his hand to knock and the door swung open.

"You want to tell me how it is Rufus hasn't filled your ass with buck shoots yet?" Missouri crossed her arms over her chest. "Well I'm waiting boy."

"Uh…it's good to see you too, Missouri." Dean said.

Sam chocked back a laugh. He loved seeing Dean uncertain.

Missouri smiled, and her entire countenance changed. She opened her arms and Dean stepped forward for a hug. They embraced and she turned to him. "Sam don't just hang back hovering over me." He laughed and moved in for a hug, savoring her warmth and the maternal energy she exuded.

"Cora. It's so good to see you in person, honey." Cora smiled and stepped forward shyly.

"Toni Singer. It's amazing you children found one another this way." Missouri shook her head. Toni shot him an inquisitive glance and Sam shrugged.

"Come on girl you get a hug too." Toni looked stunned as she was pulled into the sweet woman's embraced and Sam laughed.

"Come on we have plenty to discuss. I made dinner for y'all and cleared my appointments."

"You knew we were coming?" Toni asked.

"The spirits talk, and your Daddy gave me a heads up. Rufus has a way of being… paranoid"

"Man she knows your dad well, huh?" Dean smirked.

"I wouldn't be so mouthy. You'd better tell him you married this girl before he hears it from a third party. You understand?"

Dean ducked his head. "Yes ma'am."

The sight of his brother so easily cowed made Sam want to howl with laughter.

"Come on to the kitchen. Let's get food in everyone's stomach." Missouri scanned them. "How's your head feeling Cora? Sam?"

"I'm fine," Sam said.

"Better," Cora said.

"Mhmm." Missouri nodded. They followed her inside through the living room to a large rectangular, oak table set with five places.

"Go ahead and sit. It's nothing fancy, just spaghetti and rolls."

"Thank you Missouri," Sam said. The others echoed his sentiments and she waved them off.

"I'm always happy to see y'all. I just wish it was under happier circumstances." Missouri grabbed a large pot off the stove and placed it in the center of the table on a square heat resistant tile. "You all need to start taking care of yourselves. Be vigilant, cut down on the junk food and watch each other's backs. What you have coming up is no cake walk, and you can't pull that lone ranger act this family is prone to fall back on." Missouri walked back to the stove, opened the oven and took out a bowl of rolls.

Jesus, she had this timed to the minute. Sam knew she was psychic, but her accuracy was out of the park.

"Well, eat." Missouri gestured toward them and they began to dish up food.

Sam closed his eyes as the flavor of the home cooked meal exploded in his mouth. They didn't get much of this on the road. He pushed all the what if's to the back of his mind and allowed himself to live in the moment. With Toni so spirited, the ability to separate the shit storm and the good stuff came a little bit easier every day. A temporary calm fell over the room as they ate regaled by Missouri's amicable conversation.

"House rules, I cooked, so you get to clean." Missouri stood. "Don't give me that back talk, Dean."

"I- I didn't."

"You think loud boy." Missouri shook her head. "You going to whip him into shape?" Missouri glanced at Cora.

Cora grinned and shook her head. "It's much more amusing this way."

"Young folks. You could be more like your brother. Thank you Sam."

He smiled, and took the plates. Toni nudged his hips with hers.

"Suck up."

He winked as they walked through the open kitchen to the sink behind them.

"I'm going to start this off by saying I'm not perfect, and I'm not omniscient. I see what I'm given or told by the spirits. Sometimes it's helpful and other times it's more frustrating than anything else."
The clarification relaxed Cora. Missouri didn't feel like a charlatan, but you could never be too careful.

"Now I'm speaking from a place of experience. When you're born into this world with a gift, evil takes notice. They want to possess it, use it for their own good, and they'll try to take it by any means necessary. I've always been able to see spirits, but when I turned sixteen everything ramped up. I was spouting tomorrow's front headlines and future events like the Daily Herald. Apparently word gets around fast, because the next thing I know my family is being held hostage by a pair of black eyes demons. Not that I knew what they were at the time." Missouri shook her head and shuddered. "Long story short a group of hunters showed up at just the right time and saved what was left of my family. My brother hung around long enough to see me through school and took off, hell bent on getting all the knowledge and training he could. The man can hold a grudge like no other. He wasn't going to rest until he killed the things that destroyed our family."

"Wait." Dean held up his hand. "Your brother's a hunter?"

"How did you think I met your Daddy?"

Dean shook his head and Cora placed a hand on his thigh.

"Is it anyone we know?"Cora asked.

Missouri paused, tilting her head. "I think it's best if I keep that too myself."

"So, yes." Dean mumbled.

"What I tell you about disrespect?" Missouri lifted an eyebrow.

"Sorry Ma'am."

"That's better." She huffed. "Now like I was saying. Gifts come with a lot of bad behind them."

"I'm sorry. I don't understand. What gifts are you talking about?" Toni asked.

Missouri sighed. "Some gifts aren't so obvious like Sam's. They're more of a mark. A genetic link that lies dormant until it's time to be called forth."

Cora gasped.

"I'm not liking where this is going." Dean said.

"Yes, the girls both have something very unique going." Missouri narrowed her eyes. "But you're in trouble, aren't you girl?"

Her stare seemed to see beneath Cora's flesh into the mess left of her mind and her spirit. It made her feel naked. She covered her stomach and shifted in the chair.

Missouri clucked her tongue. "You're all linked."

"Linked?" Sam scooted forward in his chair.

"All of you, each in very different ways. Hmm." Missouri shook her head and placed two fingers to her temple." It gives me a headache just trying to interpret it."

"No disrespect Missouri, but we're lost here. You want to speak in laymen's terms." Dean asked.

"You need each other. Every decision you make from here on out will affect all four of you."

"Bullshit." Dean growled.

"I know it's not what you want to hear. But this is the way it is. You understand me? Secrets going to come to light sooner or later best be ready to deal with the fall out."

Cora did her best to keep her face blank, but guilt at her belly. He should've told Sam. She couldn't, not with the binding that asshole placed on her when she was raised. Her hands balled into fists.

"What's she talking about?" Sam's voice grew agitated. He knew something was off. She'd seen the mistrust and anger in his eyes. Once again, she'd been caught in the middle of Winchester drama. At least you're actually one of them this time."

"Too much has been kept from each of you. Toni like Cora you have a family lineage, albeit a little different it pre-dates back to biblical times. You found the right path today in the car. Continue to seek answers in the Jewish works."

"Ugh." The sound exploded from her lungs before she could wrestle it down Snickers sounded, and the thick tension was cut in half.

"What? Me? No." Toni shook her head. "I don't come from anything. If I had some sort of power all this time, why didn't I get to use it when I needed it?" Her face grew flushed and she shifted in her seat. Sam reached out to take her hand, stroking her skin with his thumb.

"Because it's not on your timetable, but something a whole lot bigger than any of us. Uh uh." Missouri held up her hand. "I'm the messenger, not the writer."

Toni scowled and sank back in her chair. Cora stifled a chuckle. She could practically see the always-turning wheels in Toni's brain grind to a halt with the half information they'd just been given. Nothing agitated her best friend more than partial information.

"I know you wanted to know more. But that's what I got." She shifted in her seat. "You need to extra careful with her, you understand me?" Missouri asked inclining her head to Dean.

"I am."

"Dean… you understand?" Missouri conveyed something with her eyes, Cora couldn't' place. Her nerves twisted like red vines. Fuck, they're coming back for me. Her stomach rolled.

"And Sam…don't push Toni away. You need her more than you can ever imagine."