We stopped in front of a gas station and climbed out the Impala. "We just gotta chill out, that's all. You know, if this was any other kind of job, what would we do?" Dean asked and Sam and I sighed. "We'd try to figure out what we were dealin' with," Sam said. "We'd dig into the history of the house," I added.

"Exactly, except this time, we already know what happened," Dean said and Sam sat on the trunk. "Yeah, but how much do we know? I mean, how much do you actually remember?" Sam asked. "About that night, you mean?" Dean asked and Sam nodded, "Yeah."

"Not much. I remember the fire . . . the heat," Dean said and paused for a moment before looking at Sam, "And then I carried you out the front door."

"You did?" Sam asked. "Yeah, what, you never knew that?" Dean asked. "No," Sam said, shaking his head. Dean slowly nodded before continued, looking between me and Sam, "And, well, you know Dad's story as well as I do. Mom was . . . was on the ceiling. And whatever put her there was long gone by the time Dad found her."

"And he never had a theory about what did it?" I spoke up as I sat beside Sam on the trunk. "If he did, he kept it to himself," Dean replied as he turned around and sat on the trunk on my other side, "God knows we asked him enough times."

"Okay. So, if we're gonna figure out what's goin' on now . . . we have to figure out what happened back then. And see if it's the same thing," Sam said. "Yeah. We'll talk to Dad's friends, neighbors, people who were there at the time," Dean said. "Does this feel like just another job to you?" I asked as I gazed up at my older brother as Sam put his arm around my shoulder.

Sam, Dean and Dad told me a lot about Mary, Sam and Dean's mother. She sound like a good person and they told me stories about her and my mom.

Dean didn't replied my question and after a moment he said, "I'll be right back. I gotta go to the bathroom." And with that he walked away before Sam or I could say anything.

I looked up at Sam. "Sorry, I didn't meant to," I asked. He shook his head and gave me a soft smile as he wrapped his arm around me again and pulled me to a side-hug. "It's okay," He assured.

... ...

"So you and John Winchester, you used to own this garage together?" Dean asked the owner if 'Guenther's Auto Repair'. "Yeah, we used to, a long time ago. Matter of fact, it must be, uh . . . twenty years since John disappeared. So why the cops interested all of a sudden?" The owner asked as his eyes trailed to me.

"Oh, we're re-opening some of our unsolved cases, and the Winchester disappearance is one of 'em," Dean replied. "Oh, well, what do you wanna know about John?" The owner asked.

"Well, whatever you remember, you know, whatever sticks out in your mind," Dean asked. "Well . . ." The owner started as he put his hands on his hips, "He was a stubborn bastard, I remember that." He laughed, "And, uh, whatever the game, he hated to lose, you know? It's that whole Marine thing." Dean and Sam nodded. "But, oh, he sure loved Mary. And he doted on those kids."

"But that was before the fire?" Sam asked. "That's right," The owner said, his smile faded. "Did he ever talk about that night?" I spoke up. "No, not at first," The owner replied. "I think he was in shock."

"Right. But eventually? What did he say about it?" Sam asked. "Oh, he wasn't thinkin' straight. He said somethin' caused that fire and killed Mary," The owner said. "He ever say what did it?" Dean asked.

"Nothin' did it. It was an accident - an electrical short in the ceiling or walls or somethin'. I begged him to get some help, but . . ." The owner stopped talking. "But what?" I asked.

"Oh, he just got worse and worse," He replied. "How?" Dean asked. "Oh, he started readin' these strange ol' books. He started goin' to see this palm reader in town," The owner said. "Palm reader? Uh, do you have a name?" Dean asked which the owner scoffed and shook his head, "No."

... ...

We parked by a payphone and while Dean and I were leaning against the door to the driver's seat, Sam looked through a phonebook, "All right, so there are a few psychics and palm readers in town. There's someone named El Divino. There's, uh -" Sam laughed, "There's the Mysterious Mister Fortinsky." I laughed at it and he smirked before looking back at the book, "Uh, Missouri Moseley -"

"Wait, wait. Missouri Moseley?" Dean asked. "What?" Sam asked, looking at our brother. "That's a psychic?" Dean asked. Sam looked back at the book. "Uh, yeah. Yeah, I guess so."

Dean opened the door to the backseat and grabbed Dad's journal and closed the door after that, "In Dad's journal . . ." He said and he opened the journal, "Here, look at this. First page, first sentence, read that." He turned it and showed it to me and Sam.

I read it out loud, "I went to Missouri and I learned the truth." Sam and I shared a frown and Dean shrugged as he said, "I always thought he meant the state."

... ...

We sat on a couch, waiting for Missouri to finish talking with a man. Missouri walked out of the room with the man, "All right, there. Don't you worry 'bout a thing. Your wife is crazy about you." She smiled as the man thanked her and she closes the front door behind him. She sighed and looked at us, "Whew. Poor bastard. His woman is cold-bangin' the gardener."

We smiled. "Why didn't you tell him?" I asked. "People don't come here for the truth. They come for good news," She replied and we just stared at her, "Well? Sam, Dean, Scarlett, come on already, I ain't got all day."

She walked out the room. Me and my brothers exchange a confused look before following her into the next room. "Well, lemme look at ya," She said and then looked at Sam and Dean and laughed, "Oh, you boys grew up handsome."

She pointed a finger at Dean, "And you were one goofy-lookin' kid, too." He glared at her while Sam and I smirked. She looked at me and smiled, "Scarlett. It's great to finally met you." I smiled and she shook my hand. Her smile turned to a grin, "Oh . . . You growing up to be a beautiful woman, I see you going to break a lot of men's hearts."

I smiled again. She looked at Sam with a soft smile, "Sam." She grabbed his hand. "Oh, honey . . . I'm sorry about your girlfriend." We were complete shocked. "And your father - he's missin'?"

"How'd you know all that?" Sam asked. "Well, you were just thinkin' it just now," She said. Sam raised his eyebrows, surprised. "Well, where is he? Is he okay?" Dean asked. "I don't know," Missouri replied. "Don't know? Well, you're supposed to be a psychic, right?" Dean asked.

She furrowed her eyebrows. "Oh no," I whispered and she said to Dean, "Boy, you see me sawin' some bony tramp in half? You think I'm a magician? I may be able to read thoughts and sense energies in a room, but I can't just pull facts out of thin air. Sit, please."

Sam and I looked at each other and grinned before we sat down and I sat between Sam and Dean. As soon as we and Missouri sat down, she immediately snapped at Dean, "Boy, you put your foot on my coffee table, I'm 'a whack you with a spoon!"

"I didn't do anything," Dean whined. "But you were thinkin' about it," She said. Dean raised his eyebrows, and Sam and I grinned again but after that our smiles vanished.

"Okay. So, our Dad - when did you first meet him?" Sam asked. "He came for a reading. A few days after the fire. I just told him what was really out there in the dark. I guess you could say . . . I drew back the curtains for him," Missouri explained.

"What about the fire? Do you know about what killed our Mom?" Dean asked. "A little. Your Daddy took me to your house. He was hopin' I could sense the echoes, the fingerprints of this thing," She said.

"And could you?" Sam asked. "I . . ." She shook her head. "What was it?" I asked. "I don't know. Oh, but it was evil," She said softly. "So . . . you think somethin' is back in that house?"

"Definitely," Sam said. "I don't understand," She said. "What?" Sam and I asked at the same time. "I haven't been back inside, but I've been keepin' an eye on the place, and it's been quiet. No sudden deaths, no freak accidents. Why is it actin' up now?" She asked.

"I don't know. But Dad going missing and Jessica dying and now this house all happening at once - it just feels like something's starting," Sam said. "That's a comforting thought," Dean said sarcastically.