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Sam wakes up, confused by his dream. He sits up from his bed in their motel room, panting. He sighs, reaching over to wake Isabeau, but was instead met with cold sheets.

He looks over, Isabeau is no longer in the bed, "Beau?" Sam whispers out.

"Sam?" Isabeau whispers out in concern. Sam turns his head towards the kitchen area. Isabeau was sitting at the table, with a book in her hands.

Isabeau shuts the book and walks over to the bed, sitting next to him, "What's wrong?"

Sam shakes his head, "What are you doing up?" He ignores her question.

Isabeau sighs, "Just couldn't sleep. Go back to bed."

"Stay?"

Isabeau smiles softly, "I'll stay."

The next morning, while Dean is on the computer, Sam is drawing a picture of a tree in Isabeau's sketchbook. Isabeau herself is sitting criss-cross on one of the bed's, multiple random items that she found around the motel room lying in front of her. She closes her eyes in concentration every time she picks one item up.

"All right. I've been cruisin' some websites. I think I found a few candidates for our next gig." Dean takes a sip of his coffee, "A fishing trawler found off the coast of Cali –- its crew vanished. And, uh, we got some cattle mutilations in West Texas. Hey."

Sam looks up from his drawing and Isabeau opens her eyes. "Am I boring you two with this hunting evil stuff?" Dean asks them.

"No. I'm listening. Keep going." Sam says and Isabeu nods her head in agreement, closing her eyes once again.

"And, here, a Sacramento man shot himself in the head. Three times." Dean waves his hand around in front of Sam's face. "Any of these things blowin' up your skirt, pal?"

Sam stares at his picture, "Wait. I've seen this."

"Seen what?" Dean asks. Sam gets up from the bed and goes searching through his duffel bag. "What are you doing?" Dean sets down his coffee.

Sam finds a photo of their family from when he was a baby. He compares the tree in the photo to his drawing. They're the same. "Dean, I know where we have to go next."

"Where?" Dean asks.

"Back home. Back to Kansas." Sam says.

Dean scoffs, "Okay, random. Where'd that come from?"

"All right, um, this photo was taken in front of our old house, right? The house where Mom died?" Sam shows the photo to Dean. Isabeau opens her eyes and watches on from the bed.

"Yeah."

"And it didn't burn down, right? I mean, not completely, they rebuilt it, right?" Sam asks.

Dean shakes his head, confused, "I guess so, yeah. What the hell are you talkin' about?"

Sam takes a seat at the table, "Okay, look, this is gonna sound crazy but….the people who live in our old house –- I think they might be in danger."

"Why would you think that?" Dean asks.

"Uh…it's just, um….look, just trust me on this, okay?" Sam stutters. He starts to walk away, and Dean follows him.

"Wait, whoa, whoa, trust you?"

Sam moves his bag to his bed, "Yeah."

"Come on, man, that's weak. You gotta give me a little bit more than that."

Sam raises a hand in defense, "I can't really explain it is all."

"Well, tough. I'm not goin' anywhere until you do." Dean says.

Sam sighs and Dean waits expectantly.

Sam looks over to Isabeau, who is giving him a look. She wasn't going anywhere until he told her why. "I have these nightmares."

Dean nods, "We've noticed."

"And sometimes….they come true."

Isabeau, stunned, speaks up from the bed, "Come again?"

"Look, guys….I dreamt about Jessica's death for days before it happened." Sam explains to them.

"Sam, people have weird dreams, man. I'm sure it's just a coincidence." Dean sits down on the bed next to Isabeau.

"No, I dreamt about the blood dripping, her on the ceiling, the fire, everything, and I didn't do anything about it 'cause I didn't believe it. And now I'm dreaming about that tree, about our house, and about some woman inside screaming for help. I mean, that's where it all started, man, this has to mean something, right?" Sam rambles on.

"I don't know." Dean says overwhelmed.

Sam sits down across from Dan and Isabeau, "What do you mean you don't know, Dean? This woman might be in danger. I mean, this might even be the thing that killed Mom and Jessica!"

"All right, just slow down, would ya?" Dean stands up and begins pacing. "I mean, first you tell me that you've got the Shining? And then you tell me that I've gotta go back home? Especially when…"

"When what?"

"When I swore to myself that I would never go back there?" Dean says sadly.

Isabeau takes a breath and gets up from the bed, moving to the middle of the room, thinking. "Look, Dean, we have to check this out. Just to make sure." She tells him softly.

Dean looks at her, "I know we do."

Dean, Sam and Isabeau pull up outside the brothers' old house.

"You gonna be all right, man?" Sam asks.

"Let me get back to you on that." Dean says.

Isabeau sighs, looking over to the other side of the street. Right across from Sam and Dean's old house was hers. The house still looked the same from what she remembered from the photos at home. She didn't have any memories since they moved out not too long after the death of Mary.

They all get out of the car. They walk up to the house and after knocking on the front door, Jenny answers it. Sam is shocked that she is the same woman from his dream.

"Yes?" She asks.

"Sorry to bother you, ma'am, but we're with the Federal—"

Sam interrupts Dean, "I'm Sam Winchester, and this is my brother, Dean. We used to live here. And this is our friend Isabeau Fitzgerald, she used to live across the street. You know, we were just drivin' by, and we were wondering if we could come see the old place."

"Winchester." Jenny whispers out in familiarity, "Yeah, that's so funny. You know, I think I found some of your photos the other night."

"You did?" Dean asks.

She nods and steps aside, "Come on in." All three of them go inside.

The second Isabeau steps foot in the house, she feels goosebumps crawl over her skin. She looks around for a brief moment; she feels like someone is watching her.

Inside the house, the four of them go to the kitchen. Jenny's daughter, Sari is at the table doing homework and Ritchie, her jumpy toddler brother, is in his playpen.

"Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice!"

"That's Ritchie. He's kind of a juice junkie." Jenny takes a sippy cup out of the refrigerator and hands it to Ritchie. "But, hey, at least he won't get scurvy." She walks over to Sari, "Sari, this is Sam and Dean. They used to live here. And their friend Isabeau used to live across the street."

"Hi." Sari says.

Sam and Dean wave.

Isabeau smiles faintly, "Hey, Sari."

"So, you just moved in?" Dean asks.

"Uh, yeah, from Wichita." Jenny answers.

"You got family here, or….?"

Jenny shakes her head, "No. I just, uh….needed a fresh start, that's all. So, new town, new job –- I mean, as soon as I find one. New house."

"So, how you likin' it so far?" Sam asks.

"Well, uh, all due respect to your childhood home –- I mean, I'm sure you had lots of happy memories here."

Dean smiles weakly at her assumption.

"But this place has its issues." Jenny says.

"What do you mean?" Sam asks.

Jenny sighs, "Well, it's just getting old. Like the wiring, you know? We've got flickering lights almost hourly."

"Oh, that's too bad. What else?" Dean says.

"Um…sink's backed up, there's rats in the basement." Jenny pauses, "I'm sorry. I don't mean to complain."

Dean shakes his head, not offended, "No. Have you seen the rats or have you just heard scratching?"

"It's just the scratching, actually."

Sari speaks up, "Mom?" Jenny kneels down next to Sari. "Ask them if it was here when they lived here."

"What, Sari?" Isabeau asks.

"The thing in my closet." She answers.

Jenny shakes her head, "Oh, no, baby, there was nothing in their closets." She turns to Sam, Isabeau and Dean, "Right?"

Sam shakes his head, "Right. No, no, of course not."

"She had a nightmare the other night." Jenny says.

"I wasn't dreaming. It came into my bedroom –- and it was on fire." Sari says.

Sam, Isabeau and Dean are shocked.

Dean, Sam and Isabeau exit the house and walk back to the car.

"You hear that? A figure on fire." Sam tells them.

"And that woman, Jenny, that was the woman in your dreams?" Isabeau asks.

Sam looks at her, "Yeah. And you hear what she was talking about? Scratching, flickering lights, both signs of a malevolent spirit."

"Yeah, well, I'm just freaked out that your weirdo visions are comin' true." Dean says.

"Well, forget about that for a minute. The thing in the house, do you think it's the thing that killed Mom and Jessica?" Sam says panicked.

"I don't know!" Dean exclaims.

"Well, I mean, has it come back or has it been here the whole time?"

They all stop at the car. "Or maybe it's something else entirely, Sam, we don't know yet." Dean says, turning away.

"Well, those people are in danger, guys. We have to get 'em out of that house." Sam says.

"And we will." Isabeau reassures him.

"No, I mean now."

Dean turns back to Sam, "And how you gonna do that, huh? You got a story that she's gonna believe?"

"Then what are we supposed to do?"

"We just gotta chill out, that's all. You know, if this was any other kind of job, what would we do?" Dean asks Sam and Isabeau. They stopped at a gas station to think things over.

Sam sighs, "We'd try to figure out what we were dealin' with. We'd dig into the history of the house."

"Exactly, except this time, we already know what happened." Dean says.

Isabeau furrows her brow, "Yeah, but how much do we know? I mean, how much do you actually remember?"

Dean looks at her, "About that night, you mean?"

Isabeau nods, "Yeah. I mean my mom and dad only told me snippets of that night."

Dean shakes his head, "Not much. I remember the fire…the heat." He pauses for a moment, "And then I carried you out the front door." He told Sam.

"You did?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, what, you never knew that?"

Sam shakes his head, "No."

"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?" Sam asks.

"If he did, he kept it to himself. God knows we asked him enough times." Dean says as all three of them sit on the trunk of the impala.

Isabeau huffs, "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."

"Yeah. We'll talk to Dad's friends, neighbors, people who were there at the time." Dean says.

Sam pauses, "Does this feel like just another job to you?"

Dean says nothing for a moment, "I'll be right back. I gotta go to the bathroom." Isabeau narrows her eyes at Dean as he walks away.

After turning a corner, Dean stands next to the bathroom door and takes out his cell phone. After making sure no one can see him, he dials a number.

"This is John Winchester. If this is an emergency, call my son, Dean at 866-907-3235" The cell phone beeps.

"Dad? I know I've left you messages before. I don't even know if you'll get 'em." He clears his throat, "But I'm with Sam and Isabeau. And we're in Lawrence. And there's somethin' in our old house. I don't know if it's the thing that killed Mom or not, but…"

His voice breaks and he pauses, barely keeping himself together, "…I don't know what to do." Dean begins to cry, "So, whatever you're doin', if you could get here. Please. I need your help, Dad." He hangs up sadly, with tears in his eyes.

Dean turns around to see Isabeau standing there. He stares at her and she smiles weakly. She reaches up and cups his cheek, brushing away a tear falling down his face. "Whatever you need."

Dean's lip quivers and he pulls her into a tight hug, crying into her hair. Isabeau wraps her arms around him tight, and rubs small circles on his back. "I got you, Dean." She pauses, trying her best to keep herself from crying. It broke her to see him like this.

"I got you."

Dean, Isabeau and Sam headed to 'Guenther's Auto Repair' and are talking to the owner of the garage.

"So you and John Winchester, you used to own this garage together?" Dean asks.

"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 says.

"Oh, we're re-opening some of our unsolved cases, and the Winchester disappearance is one of 'em." Isabeau says, glancing over at Sam and Dean.

"U-huh. Oh, well, what do you wanna know about John?" The owner asks.

"Well, whatever you remember, you know, whatever sticks out in your mind." Dean says.

"Well…he was a stubborn bastard, I remember that." The owner laughs, "And, uh, whatever the game, he hated to lose, you know? It's that whole Marine thing." Dean and Sam nod. "But, oh, he sure loved Mary. And he doted on those kids."

"But that was before the fire?" Sam asks.

"That's right."

"He ever talk about that night?"

The owner shakes his head, "No, not at first. I think he was in shock."

Sam nods, "Right. But eventually? What did he say about it?"

"Oh, he wasn't thinkin' straight. He said somethin' caused that fire and killed Mary."

"He ever say what did it?" Dean asks.

"Nothin' did it. It was an accident –- an electrical short in the ceiling or walls or somethin'." The three give each other a knowing look. "I begged him to get some help, but…."

"But what?" Dean asks.

"Oh, he just got worse and worse."

"How?"

"Oh, he started readin' these strange ol' books. He started goin' to see this palm reader in town." The owner says.

Isabeau tilts her head, "Palm reader? Uh, do you have a name?"

The owner scoffs, "No. But, I remember something else. There was this other couple, husband and wife, that lived right across from their house. I think they had a baby girl."

"What does that have to do with John?" Isabeau asks, curious.

The owner sighs, "The husband and wife were there that night of the fire. John would be over there constantly after Mary passed. The husband was strange, he was the one that gave John those strange books I believe."

Isabeau furrows her brow, he was talking about her parents, "Thank you."

The impala is parked by a payphone, where Sam is looking through a phonebook and Dean and Isabeau are leaning against the impala.

"All right, so there are a few psychics and palm readers in town. There's someone named El Divino. There's, uh –-" Sam laughs, "—there's the Mysterious Mister Fortinsky. Uh, Missouri Moseley—"

Isabeau perks up at the name, "Wait, wait. Missouri Moseley?" Her and Dean say in unison.

"What?"

"That's a psychic?" Dean asks.

Sam looks back at the phonebook, "Uh, yeah. Yeah, I guess so."

Dean goes into the backseat of the car and pulls out John's journal, "In Dad's journal…here, look at this." He opens to the first page, "First page, first sentence, read that."

Sam reads, "I went to Missouri and I learned the truth."

Dean shrugs, "I always thought he meant the state."

"No…" Isabeau smiles at both of them who turned to her, "He meant her. She's, uh," She laughs, "She's a family friend."