We went back to their house. Dean knocked on the door again and Jenny came out holding Ritchie but I looked at her confused when she looked worried.

"Sam, Dean, Sabrina. What are you doing here?" She asked.

"Hey, Jenny. This is our friend, Missouri." Sam told her.

"If it's not too much trouble, we were hoping to show her the old house. You know, for old time's sake."

"Are you both blind?" I thought.

"You know, this isn't a good time. I'm kind of busy." Jenny said.

"Listen, Jenny, it's important." Dean urged but then Missouri smacked him on the back of the head. "Ow!"

I kept the best serious face on I could.

"Give the poor girl a break, can't you see she's upset?" Missouri told him then turned to Jenny. "Forgive this boy, he means well, he's just not the sharpest tool in the shed, but hear me out."

"About what?" Jenny questioned.

"About this house."

"What are you talking about?"

"I think you know what I'm talking about. You think there's something in this house, something that wants to hurt your family. Am I mistaken?"

Jenny looked at all of us. "Who are you?"

"We're people who can help, who can stop this thing. But you're gonna have to trust us, just a little."

She looked uncertain for a moment but we got in. We probably never would have without Missouri. We followed her through the house right into I assumed Sari's room as it looked like a girl's room.

"If there's a dark energy around here, this room should be the center of it." Missouri explained to us.

"Why?" Sam asked.

"This used to be your nursery, Sam. This is where it all happened." Sam glanced at the ceiling and him on the shoulder. I honestly couldn't imagine what he was feeling right now. As Missouri walked around the room Dean pulled out his EMF and she asked. "That an EMF?

"Yeah." Dean answered.

"Amateur." I couldn't help the snort earning a glare from Dean as he turned it on the nudged us showing it going off the radar. "I don't know if you boys should be disappointed or relieved, but this ain't the thing that took your mom."

I was kind of relieved. I honestly didn't think we could go up against whatever it was, not right now.

"Wait, are you sure?" Sam asked and she nodded. "How do you know?"

"It isn't the same energy I felt the last time I was here. It's somethin' different."

"What is it?" I questioned.

"Not it." She opened the closet. "Them. There's more than one spirit in this place."

"What are they doing here?" Dean went on.

"They're here because of what happened to your family." She came back over to us. "You see, all those years ago, real evil came to you. It walked this house. That kind of evil leaves wounds. And sometimes, wounds get infected."

I knew my facial expression changed. If that was true, then my old house might be the same way. What if people were living there and my house was giving shelter to spirits? That could be bad

"I don't understand." Sam said breaking me out of my thoughts.

"This place is a magnet for paranormal energy. It's attracted a poltergeist. A nasty one. And it won't rest until Jenny and her babies are dead."

"You said there was more than one spirit." I piped up.

"There is." She went back to the closet. "I just can't quite make out the second one."

She came back out again as Dean stepped forward.

"Well, one thing's for damn sure – nobody's dyin' in this house ever again. So whatever is here, how do we stop it?"

~S~

We went back to Missouri's and started to make hex bags full of different kinds of herbs and roots.

"So, what is all this stuff, anyway?" Dean asked looking specifics.

"Angelica Root, Van Van oil, crossroad dirt, a few other odds and ends." Missouri answered.

"Yeah? What are we supposed to do with it?"

"We're gonna put them inside the walls in the north, south, east, west corners on each floor of the house."

"We'll be punchin' holes in the dry wall. Jenny's gonna love that."

"She'll live."

"And this'll destroy the spirits?" I asked.

"It should. It should purify the house completely. We'll each take a floor. But we work fast. Once the spirits realize what we're up to, things are gonna get bad."

"Wonderful." I thought. "And I've got to do the same thing to my house."

A new thought occurred to me that I had never thought of. Where was my house? Where did I use to live with my mother? Father took me to Heaven when he saved me from the being and I had been raised as basically an angel. But if I were to check out the old place to find out if spirits had settled in, how was I going to learn where it was when I didn't even know and my father wasn't talking to me?

~S~

We went back to the house with the hex bags ready. Since there were only three floors, I was assigned to help Sam. Right now we were standing outside with Jenny holding her kids.
"Look, I'm not sure I'm comfortable leaving you guys here alone." She told us.

"Just take your kids to the movies or somethin', and it'll be over by the time you get back." Missouri assured her.

Jenny looked unsure but she left. If we didn't have Missouri, we would be screwed. Sam nodded towards the stairs and we both went up. I had my shotgun ready for any ghost. Sam tapped on the wall with his hammer trying to find a good spot to break through.

"Tell me what you're thinking." He said suddenly.

"What?" I questioned.

"Tell me what you're thinking. Something has been bugging you since Missouri told us about the poltergeist."

Sam was too observant.

"Well…uh…I'm think about my house." I mumbled and he nodded. "What if mine has ghosts in it?"

"I got to admit, I was thinking the same thing." He laughed quietly breaking the wall. "We can head that way if you want. Check it out."

Then it hit me. This is something personal. This was my own hunt I had to solve or figure out. This could be the alone time I needed to think and figure everything out. I was about to tell him I had it myself but then there was a crash. I whirled around shotgun ready when a cord wrapped around my throat pulling me down to the floor.

"Sabrina!" Sam shouted.

I struggled to get the cord off my neck. He came over trying to help me but I pointed vigorously at the as black spots danced in my eyes. He looked at the wall then scrambled up grabbing the hex bag. He made the hole bigger before he tossed in the bag. I saw a blinding white like flash through the room as the cord loosened. I still struggled to breath slightly but it was a bit easier.

Sam quickly came over and pulled the cord off me. He helped me sit up hugging me tightly.

"That…That was close." I coughed.

"Kind of." He laughed. "Are you ok?"

"I'm…I'm getting there."

I heard running coming towards the room.

"What happened?" Dean asked.

"You're late!" I groaned.

Sam lifted me up and I saw Dean smirking for the door way.

"You good sweetheart?"

"This is…the second time…I've nearly died…like this! I hate you people."

Both of them chuckled and I smiled. I managed to climb out of Sam's arms but still used him for support. The three of us went down stairs finding Missouri in a wrecked kitchen.

"Dean, what the heck did you?" I asked.

"I didn't do it!" He quickly defended himself.

I snickered patting his shoulder. "Sure."

He was about to whack me on the back of my head but Sam caught his hand glaring at him.

"What?" Dean questioned taking his hand back.

"Really? She was just nearly strangled to death."

"Oh right, sorry sweetheart."

I waved my hand at him acting like it was nothing as Sam turned to Missouri.

"You sure this is over?"

"I'm sure. Why? Why do you ask?"

"Never mind." He sighed. "It's nothin', I guess."

In a way I agreed with Sam. Something felt a little off in my gut but I couldn't say what it was. I couldn't tell.

Then I heard Jenny enter the house. Oh this was going to be fun.

"Hello? We're home." She called. She took one look at the kitchen and shock went across her face. "What happened?"

"Hi, sorry. Um, we'll pay for all of this." Sam promised.

Now Dean looked confused as I gave a curt nod.

"Don't you worry. Dean's gonna clean up this mess." I smirked again as Dean looked more confused. "Well, what are you waiting for, boy? Get the mop." He started to walk away looking pissed.

"And don't cuss at me!" Dean glared at her, muttering under his breath.

"He's going to need help." I decided about to walk but Sam held me back. I glared at him and he held up his hands.

"Brie, come on. Just this one time."

I pointed at him. "Limits."

"Brie, a cord nearly killed you two minutes ago, please just sit. I'll help Dean."

I glared at him but turned and walked out into the living room sitting on the couch probably making Sam smile. Honestly, I could use a sit down, not that I would admit it to Sam. Missouri followed me in the living room sitting in a chair.

"When are you leavin' them?" She asked.

I laughed quietly laying down on the couch. "After we leave town."

"And you're goin' try and talk to your daddy?"

I nodded. "I'm going to Heaven and I'm going to find him. Also, probably try and talk to him about the old place and see if this is going on."

She nodded.

"Do…do you have any idea what they might say?" I questioned.

She sat there for a moment. "I think that's somethin' you're gonna have to find out yourself."

I laughed. "Right, of course."

~S~

It was a little while later when the boys finished and the four of us left the house. Jenny watched us go as Dean, Sam, and I went back to the Impala and Missouri left to her home. Though there was a small detail.

"All right, so, tell me again, what are we still doin' here?" Dean asked as we sat in the Impala outside the dark house.

"I don't know. I just…I still have a bad feeling." Sam told us.

"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."

"I agree, something doesn't really feel right to me. We got to make sure." I nodded.

"Yeah, well, problem is I could be sleeping in a bed right now." Dean protested.

I rolled my eyes leaning across the front seat as he slid down in his seat and closed his eyes.

"Hey, I need to talk to you guys about something." I spoke up.

"What?" Dean grumbled.

"I…"

But Sam interrupted me.

"Guys." I looked where he was and saw Jenny banging the window and calling for help.

I was out of the car faster then they were running towards the house them soon hot on my heels.

"I'll grab Ritchie! Sam get Sari! Dean get Jenny!" I shouted opening the door quickly.

The three of us went up the stairs and quickly split up into respective rooms. I found Ritchie and I quickly lifted him up making my way towards the stairs. I met Sam there and I quickly moved down before him as he was right behind me.

"Sabrina."

I looked back at him and he handed me Sari.

"Sam what are you doing?" I questioned frantic.

"Take them outside as fast as you can, and don't look back."

Then something grabbed him and dragged him into the kitchen.

"Sam!" I yelled but I couldn't do anything. I had Sari and Ritchie. I whined running to the porch. I put them down there and I ran right back then flew into the kitchen running over to Sam. "Sam. Sam!"

"I'm ok." He groaned.

"Oh thank gosh." I mumbled.

I helped him up when something threw us both into a set of cabinets. Then it kept flinging us until it stopped Sam on a set of cabinets and I on the wall near the door to the kitchen. I struggled to move trying to use my wings but the poltergeist held them back too.

Then a figure appeared. I looked at it confused. It was a woman in a white nightgown with blonde hair. Who the heck was she? After that there was Dean's voice as she came forward.

"Sam? Sabrina?" He walked into the kitchen obviously seeing his brother first. "Sam!"

Then he noticed the woman. He held up his gun ready but Sam stopped him.

"No, don't! Don't!" Sam shouted.

"What, why?!" Dean questioned.

"Because I know who it is. I can see her now."

Realization hit me kind of hard. It was their mother. Mary Winchester.

Dean's face quickly turned to shock. I must have seen something different because of my grace but the shock was still the same all around.

"Mom?" Dean asked lowering his gun.

Mary smiled and stepped closer to him.

"Dean." Dean stared at her as she went over to Sam. "Sam." Sam smiled weakly crying slightly as Mary went on. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" Sam asked.

She didn't tell him as she just looked at him sadly. She walked away from them and walked to me. I looked slightly shocked as she smiled gently at me.

"Thank you for helping them."

I laughed quietly. "I think they've helped me more Mrs. Winchester. They're great guys."

She gave me a grateful smile before walking away from me and looked up at the ceiling.

"You get out of my house. And let go of my son and his friend."

This time I probably saw what the boys saw. Mary burst into flames and shot straight up at the ceiling attacking whatever was there until the flames disappeared. I was released from my hold with Sam. I watched them both as Sam walked over to Dean and they just stared at where their mother had been.

"Now it's over." Sam told us quietly.

~S~

I sat on the hood of the Impala with my legs pulled up and my coat under me as I watched the street. Dean was getting old photos from Jenny and Sam was waiting for Missouri to finish checking the house once more. I was trying to think of the best way to bring it up, my departure for a few days.

I didn't want to go but I had to find my father and talk to him. I also had to find my house and see if it was having the same problem. I sighed getting off the hood and shrugging on the slightly damp coat. It was now or never I suppose.

"Sam, you ready?" Dean called.

Sam nodded and came to the car as Jenny went towards the house thanking him on the way as she stood next to Missouri. They were about to go to their doors but I spoke up.

"Guys."

They both turned to me.

"Yeah Brie?" Sam asked.

"I…I need to go back home." I said.

"Right, so you can check your house out." Sam remembered. "We can head that way right Dean?"

Dean nodded but I interrupted the thought.

"No, I mean. I need to go back home, alone." They both were silent as they waited for more. "I…I honestly don't know how I feel about home right now and I don't know how I feel about my mother. I never knew her. I honestly don't even know what she looks like."

"Brie, we could…" Sam started but I stopped him.

"No, Sam. I need to do this on my own. It's my family, my problem. I…" I looked at the ground. "I got to get in contact with my dad to actually find my house and so dad and I can have an important talk."

I looked up again as they were both silent. Sam didn't look too thrilled and Dean had a neutral face. I didn't know how this was going to go.

"You got to do what you got to do sweetheart." Dean told me. "I could still give you a ride some where."

I shook my head. "I can find myself one." He nodded as I turned to Sam. He wasn't happy about this at all.

"Sabrina…" He stood there for a moment before he sighed. "I hope you have better luck than us."

I smiled slightly. "Thank you. I hope you guys have some luck while I'm gone."

"Yeah, right." Dean scoffed as I went into the backseat taking my bag out. I held an arm out and Dean shook his head but he gave me a hug. "Watch yourself out their sweetheart."

"Look who you're talking to." I smirked.

He chuckled letting go. I looked to Sam holding out my arm.

"One more for the road?" I asked.

He came over hugging me tightly. "Please be careful. Call us if you need anything at all."

I gripped onto the back of his jacket. "I will." I laughed quietly. "Going to be hard to sleep."

He chuckled. "You'll manage. I know you will."

We let go of each other and I ran a hand through my hair. "I'll see you guys around. I'll call you up when I'm good."

They both nodded. I adjusted my jacket before walking away. It flew behind me slightly as I spread my wings out. As I got to a corner I glanced over seeing them get in the car and drive opposite of where I was heading. I took a deep breath as I fully turned the corner then flew away landing in my home in Heaven. I put my bag down in the house then I flew to where I actually knew he would be.

I landed behind him as he stood in the field watching the soul of the autistic man who drowned in a bathtub in 1953. It was his favorite Heaven.

"Father." I called.

He turned and I put my hands in my pocket ready for the worst.