I don't own Supernatural or any of it's characters. I only own Isabeau and my own original characters.

The three headed to Missouri Moseley's house and they're sitting on the couch waiting. Missouri comes in and is escorting a man out of the house, "All right, there. Don't you worry 'bout a thing. Your wife is crazy about you." Isabeau smiles to herself as the man thanks her and she closes the front door behind him.

"Whew. Poor bastard. His woman is cold-bangin' the gardener."

Isabeau snorts, holding back a laugh.

"Why didn't you tell him?" Dean asks.

Missouri turns to them, "People don't come here for the truth. They come for good news." The three stare at her.

"Well? Sam, Isabeau and Dean, come on already, I ain't got all day." She leaves the room.

Dean and Sam exchange a confused look, Isabeau's smile never leaves and they follow her into the next room.

"Well, lemme look at ya." Missouri laughs, "Oh, you boys grew up handsome."

Isabeau nods, they sure did. Missouri gives her a knowing look.

Missouri points a finger at Dean, "And you were one goofy-lookin' kid, too." Dean glares at her while Sam smirks.

Missouri smiles at Isabeau. "Oh, little Isabeau."

Isabeau returns it, "It's been a while Missouri."

Missouri chuckles, bringing Isabeau in for a hug, "Three years is too long. And, honey, what'd I say? It's Aunty Missouri to you, child. Oh my, you've been quite busy haven't you. I hope you've been taking care."

Isabeau shrugs when the two pull away, "Headaches here and there. I think the worst of it is over."

"Good." Missouri nods.

"Sam." She grabs his hand, "Oh, honey…I'm sorry about your girlfriend." The boys are shocked. "And your father –- he's missin'?"

Sam glances at Dean, "How'd you know all that?"

"Well, you were just thinkin' it just now." Missouri says. Sam raises his eyebrows, surprised.

"Well, where is he? Is he okay?" Dean eagerly asks.

Missouri shakes her head, "I don't know."

Dean shakes his head in disbelief, "Don't know? Well, you're supposed to be a psychic, right?"

Missouri looks at Isabeau, "Did you tell him."

Isabeau shrugs sheepishly.

Missouri gives Dean a look, "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 smirks at Dean, and Isabeau laughs, "Don't mess with Aunty Missouri."

They sit down on the couch opposite to Missouri, Isabeau sits in between the two brothers like usual.

"Boy, you put your foot on my coffee table, I'm 'a whack you with a spoon!" Missouri snaps at Dean.

"I didn't do anything." Dean says defensively.

"But you were thinkin' about it."

Dean raises his eyebrows and Sam smiles brightly. Isabeau could tell that Sam really liked Missouri.

Sam leans forward, "Okay. So, our dad –- when did you first meet him?"

"He came for a reading. A few days after the fire. Bartholmieu brought him and we just told him what was really out there in the dark. I guess you could say…we drew back the curtains for him." Missouri explains.

Isabeau furrows her brow, "Wait, my dad brought him here?" Isabeau never knew the story on how John knew about her family. She just thought John and Mary already knew what they were.

Missouri nods at her, "Bartholmieu wanted to help."

Dean speaks up, "What about the fire? Do you know about what killed our mom?"

"A little. Your daddy took me to your house. He was hopin' I could sense the echoes, the fingerprints of this thing." Missouri says.

"And could you?" Sam asks.

"I don't…" She shakes her head.

"What was it?"

"I don't know. Oh, but it was evil." Missouri says softly, "So…you think somethin' is back in that house?"

Sam nods, "Definitely."

Missouri shakes her head, "I don't understand."

"What?" Isabeau asks.

"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?" Missouri asks.

"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 explains.

"That's a comforting thought." Dean says.

Isabeau knocks on the door and Jenny answers it with Richie in her arms, seeing Isabeau, Sam, Dean, and Missouri. "Isabeau, Sam, Dean. What are you doing here?"

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

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

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

"Listen, Jenny, it's important." Missouri smacks Dean on the back of the head. "Ow!"

"Give the poor girl a break, can't you see she's upset?" Missouri scolds Dean. She turns to Jenny, "Forgive this boy, he means well, he's just not the sharpest tool in the shed, but hear me out." Dean looks at Missouri, stunned.

"About what?" Jenny asks.

"About this house." Missouri answers.

"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?" Missouri asks.

Jenny is surprised, "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." Missouri tells her. Jenny looks unsure.

A few moments later, Missouri, Isabeau and the boys are in Sari's bedroom. Isabeau's goosebumps came back, and she criss-crosses her arms, not liking the way it felt.

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

"Why?" Sam asks.

"This used to be your nursery, Sam. This is where it all happened." She tells him. Sam glances at the ceiling. While Missouri and Isabeau look around the room, DEAN pulls out his EMF meter. "That an EMF?" Missouri asks.

Dean nods, "Yeah."

"Amateur."

Dean glares at her. He nudges Sam and shows him that the EMF is beeping frantically.

"I don't know if you boys should be disappointed or relieved, but this ain't the thing that took your mom." Missouri tells them.

"Wait, are you sure?" Sam asks.

She nods.

"How do you know?"

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

"What is it?" Dean asks.

Isabeau turns, opening the closet. She could feel something watching her again, whatever it was, it was watching her from there.

Missouri comes up behind Isabeau, placing a hand on her shoulder, "Not it. Them. There's more than one spirit in this place."

"What are they doing here?"

Missouri walks over to Sam and Dean, "They're here because of what happened to your family. 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."

Sam shakes his head, "I don't understand."

"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." Missouri says.

Sam glances over at Isabeau, who was still looking inside the closet. She was being scarily quiet. "You said there was more than one spirit."

"There is. I just can't quite make out the second one." Missouri says, walking back to Isabeau. "Honey, you think you can do it?"

Isabeau turns around to face Missouri. Isabeau hesitates, but then nods, "I think I can."

"Do what?" Dean asks.

Isabeau walks to the center of the room as Missouri explains, "You boys know that when Isabeau touches an object, or sees something, or even hears something, she can see into its past, correct?"

Sam nods, "Yeah. She's been doing it for a while."

"Though she did have to take a break because of how bad it got." Dean comments.

Isabeau gives him a look and Missouri continues, "Well, if she puts enough power and concentration into it, she can spiritually go back and relive the past."

Dean and Sam glance at each other, "Like time travel?" Dean asks.

Isabeau chuckles, "No, my body stays in the present, but my astral body, spiritual, can go back to the past as a spectator, or in reliving it in the body of someone else. I won't be interfering with the past itself, just being a witness to it."

"Have you done that before?" Dean asks.

Isabeau smiles at him sheepishly, "No. It would be my first time doing it. And it will affect me for a short amount of time."

Dean's eyes widen, "Beau, you can't keep doing things that are gonna get yourself hurt."

"Listen here, boy." Missouri scolds him, "If she wants to do this, then she is going to do it. Isabeau needs to harness this power to its fullest potential and if she doesn't, every time she uses it, it's going to hurt her even more."

Isabeau smiles softly at Sam and Dean, "I need your support. Please."

Sam and Dean reluctantly nod, "What do you need from us."

Missouri smiles at the boys, "Isabeau is going to lay down on the floor, she's gonna need your hands to hold onto."

Isabeau does what Missouri explains, she lays down on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. Sam goes over to her left side and Dean to her right, both of them kneeling down and each takes one of her hands.

"Why hold hands?" Sam asks curiously.

Isabeau sighs, "I need someone from the physical plane to hold onto me so that way my astral body can find its way back to my physical. It needs a connection."

Missouri kneels down, and moves Isabeau's head into her lap, "On the count of 3, your going to go back and figure out what other spirit has latched itself to the house, okay honey."

Isabeau gives her a nervous chuckle, "Whatever you say, Aunty Missouri." Isabeau closes her eyes, and takes deep breaths as Missouri counts.

Missouri places her hand on Isabeau's forehead, "1… 2… 3."

The second Missouri said three, Isabeau's deep breaths slowed down and she seemed to fall into a deep sleep.

"How long will it take?" Sam asks.

Missouri shakes her head, "Can't tell you. It could take seconds, but at the most it should only be a few minutes."

Minutes pass in silence and Isabeau is still sleeping. Missouri furrows her brow as Isabeau's hands suddenly squeeze Sam and Dean's tightly.

"Isabeau?" Missouri speaks softly.

Isabeau's face contorts in pain, and Missouri feels her forehead burning up, "She went to far back." Missouri says.

"What?" Sam asks worried.

"She's not finding out what other spirit is here." She pauses looking at both of the boys, scared. "She went back to that night. She's reliving it."

Their eyes widen and Sam and Dean look down at Isabeau in fear. "Beau you gotta wake up."

"Come on, sweetheart. Find your way back to us." Dean begs.

Isabeau starts to shake, her hands gripping Sam and Dean's even tighter if it were possible. She wasn't waking up.

Missouri takes a breath, "Honey, on the count of three, you're gonna be back in your body. Safe and sound with us. 1… 2… 3."

Isabeau wakes up with a strangled gasp, and begins to cough. She felt like she couldn't breath. She's still shaking as the three help her sit up.

"Breath, Beau. Breath." Sam urges her.

Isabeau continues coughing up air, she leans into Sam and he wraps his arms around her as she's still holding onto Dean's hand.

Isabeau let out a shaky breath, "I went too far… I was in Mary's body."

Sam and Dean look at each other in fear.

"I could feel everything." Isabeau's voice breaks as tears start to fall.

Dean runs his fingers through her hair to calm her down, "Shh, sweetheart. You're safe." Dean bites his lip, holding back the tears. Isabeau shouldn't have had to experience how their mother died.

Isabeau cries into Sam's chest. Even though she went all the way back and was inside Mary's body. The only thing she experienced was Mary's death. She didn't see who or what killed her, she just felt immense pain in her abdomen. She was bleeding out and then she was burned alive.

But she did see one thing before she was brought back to her body. She saw her mother, Yvette running into the nursery trying to save Mary.

Her mother tried to save Mary; just like Isabeau when she tried to save Jessica.

Later, Isabeau pulled herself together, her eyes were still bloodshot from the crying. She could still feel residual pain from experiencing the past, but she tried her best to bury that pain for the time being.

They headed back to Missouri's house. Isabeau, Dean, Sam, and Missouri are sitting around a table. On the table are different herbs and roots.

"So, what is all this stuff, anyway?" Dean asks, making little bags filled with multiple items.

Isabeau rubs at her eyes, some tears are still falling, "Angelica Root, Van Van oil, crossroad dirt, a few other odds and ends."

Sam walks over to her, and wraps his arms around her from behind. What she did at the house prior was affecting her greatly and Sam was doing his best to comfort and calm her down.

Dean sighs, "What are we supposed to do with it?" He asks her softly, putting the bags together.

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

"We'll be punchin' holes in the dry wall. Jenny's gonna love that." Dean says looking over a tsam and Isabeau.

"She'll live." Missouri says slyly.

"And this'll destroy the spirits?" Sam asks.

Missouri nods, "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."

Missouri is walking Jenny and her kids outside. "Look, I'm not sure I'm comfortable leaving you guys here alone." Jenny says.

"Just take your kids to the movies or somethin', and it'll be over by the time you get back." Missouri says. Jenny, still slightly unsure, leaves with her kids and Missouri goes back inside.

Inside the house, all four of them went their separate ways, Sam and Isabeau each took a room on the opposite ends of the top floor, Dean went down to the kitchen and Missouri was down in the basement.

Isabeau walks into her assigned room, tapping along the walls to find a hollow spot. While she's doing this, a cluster of small wires move out from underneath the ceiling fan and slowly make their way down to Isabeau.

Isabeau pauses, finding a hollow spot in the wall. She hits at it with her hammer, creating a small hole. She was about to place the bag into the hole, but stops when she hears clanging from downstairs and a crash in the room Sam was in. "Sam!"

She goes to turn and in that moment, the cluster of wires wrap around her neck and drag her under the ceiling fan. Isabeau reaches up, trying to pull the wires off of her neck as they're choking her.

The wires lift her off the ground, hanging her from the ceiling. Isabeau struggles to breath, pulling at the wires, "Sam… Dean." She gasps, weakly calling out to them.

"Beau!"

"Isabeau!"

Sam and Dean run into the room, eyes wide with fear. "Shit!" Sam goes to Isabeau, holds up her body, so that her weight wasn't tightening the wires around her neck.

Dean runs over to the hole in the wall that Isabeau made previously, throws the bag of herbs inside and a blinding white light leaves the room.

Dean comes over to Isabeau, and helps Sam rip off the wires around her neck. Sam sets her down on her feet once the wires are gone and the two brothers pull her into a fierce group hug.

Isabeau takes in a breath of air and looks up at the both of them. She then notices the red marks around Sam's neck that was a match to her own.

"What is up with things choking us?" Isabeau asks weakly.

The brothers chuckle weakly, pulling her closer to them. They didn't answer. All three of them were just happy that none of them got seriously hurt.

A few hours later, Isabeau, Dean, Sam, and Missouri are standing in the extremely messy kitchen.

"You sure this is over?" Sam asks Missouri.

Missouri looks over at him, "I'm sure. Why? Why do you ask?"

"Never mind." Sam sighs, "It's nothin', I guess."

They hear Jenny enter the house and turn the lights on, "Hello? We're home." She comes into the kitchen and looks around, "What happened?"

"Hi, sorry. Um, we'll pay for all of this." Sam apologizes. Dean looks confused.

"Don't you worry. Dean's gonna clean up this mess." Missouri reassures Jenny. Isabeau's jaw drops in awe. She fucking loves her Aunty Missour.

Dean stands there, not moving. Missouri looks over at him, "Well, what are you waiting for, boy? Get the mop."

He begins walking away. "And don't cuss at me!"

Dean walks away, muttering under his breath. Sam puts his hand out to Isabeau, palm side up. With a smirk, she slaps it. Missouri put Dean in his place and both Sam and Isabeau love it.

A little while later, Missouri, Isabeau and the boys leave the house. Isabeau can't help but smile when Dean helps Missouri walk down the stairs from being hurt down in the basement. Jenny waves and shuts the door behind them.

Later on, outside, Dean, Sam and Isabeau are sitting in the car, across from Jenny's house.

"All right, so, tell me again, what are we still doin' here?" Dean asks Sam.

Sam shakes his head, "I don't know. I just…I still have a bad feeling."

"Why? Missouri did her whole Zelda Rubenstein thing, the house should be clean, it should be over." Dean says.

"Yeah, well, probably. But I just wanna make sure, that's all." Sam says.

"Yeah, well, problem is I could be sleeping in a bed right now." Dean slides down in his seat and closes his eyes. Isabeau shakes her head fondly at him, but frowns when she looks up at Jenny's bedroom window and sees her screaming.

Sam sees it too; it was just like his dream.

"Dean. Look, Dean!" Isabeau exclaims.

They rush out of the car and run towards the house. "You grab the kids, I'll get Jenny." Dean orders Isabeau and Sam.

Inside Sari's bedroom, the figure made out of fire is standing by her closet. In the hallway, Dean rushes to Jenny's bedroom door.

"Jenny!"

"I can't open the door!" Jenny exclaims.

"Stand back!" Dean yells to her. She moves back, Dean kicks down the door and brings her downstairs.

"No, my kids!"

"Isabeau and Sam's got your kids, come on." Dean reassures her.

While carrying Ritchie in his arms, Sam and Isabeau go to Sari's bedroom, where she is screaming for help. Isabeau freezes when she sees the figure made of fire, but then goes to Sari's bed and picks her up in her arms.

"Come here. Don't look. Don't look!" She tells Sari and she and Sam leave the bedroom with the kids.

Outside, Dean and Jenny rush out of the house, looking at the door, and waiting for the others to come out.

Inside the house, Sam and Isabeau rushes down the stairs and puts the kids down on the floor. "All right, Sari, take your brother outside as fast as you can, and don't look back." Sam tells her.

Suddenly, an invisible force makes Sam and Isabeau fall to the floor. They slide backwards into the kitchen, crashing into a table.

Sari screams and runs outside with Ritchie. They rush outside to Dean and Jenny, and Dean kneels down to Sari's eye level.

"Sari, where's Sam and Isabeau?"

"They're inside. Something's got them." Sari cries out.

Panicked, Dean looks at the front door and it slams shut on its own.

Dean opens the trunk of the Impala and grabs a rifle and an ax. He rushes to the front door and begins chopping away at it.

Inside the kitchen, Sam gets flung into a set of cabinets.

"Sam!" Isabeau screams out. Isabeau is suddenly flung across the room and into a set of glass cabinets, causing them to shatter.

"Isabeau!" Sam screams. He stands up and is pinned against the wall by the invisible force. He can't move any part of his body. "Beau." He calls out.

Isabeau stands up slowly, a bunch of small fresh cuts on her face from the glass. Once she's on her feet, she is pinned up against the wall, right next to Sam. She groans in pain, "Son of a bitch."

The figure made of fire makes its way towards Sam and Isabeau. With what little strength she has, Isabeau's shaking hand moves to Sam's, lacing their fingers together.

Dean continues chopping down parts of the door. Eventually, he makes a hole that he is able to step through. He walks through the house, looking for Sam and Isabeau. "Sam?! Isabeau!" He finds Sam and Isabeau. As he looks at the figure of fire, he raises his gun.

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

"What, why?!" Dean asks.

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

Suddenly, the fire vanishes and instead, standing in front of them is Mary Winchester, exactly as she was the night she died.

Dean's expression softens and in shock, he lowers his gun slowly. "Mom?" Dean asks softly, not believing it's her.

Mary smiles and steps closer to him, "Dean."

Tears form in Dean's eyes. Mary walks away from him and goes to Sam. Dean watches her, never taking his eyes off her. "Sam."

Sam smiles weakly, crying.

Mary then looks over to Isabeau, "Isabeau…" Mary leans over and whispers into Isabeau's ear, quiet enough to not let Sam or Dean hear, "Take care of my boys. Love them."

She pulls away and her smile fades, "I'm sorry."

"For what?" Sam asks, confused. Mary looks at him sadly, but says nothing. She walks away from them and looks up at the ceiling.

"You, get out of my house. And let go of my son and Isabeau." Once again, she bursts into flames. When she is entirely engulfed, the fire reaches the ceiling and disappears. The force holding Sam and Isabeau to the wall is released and they walk over to Dean.

Sam and Dean look at each other, stunned. "Now it's over." Sam says.

The next morning, Dean is standing by the car with Jenny, looking through old photos.

"Thanks for these." Dean says.

Jenny shakes her head, "Don't thank me, they're yours."

Dean puts the trunk of photos into the car and sitting on the front steps of the house, Sam is joined by Missouri.

"Well, there are no spirits in there anymore, this time for sure." Missouri takes a seat next to Sam.

"Not even my mom?" Sam asks.

Missouri shakes her head, "No."

"What happened?"

"Your mom's spirit and the poltergeist's energy, they cancelled each other out. Your mom destroyed herself goin' after the thing." Missouri explains.

"Why would she do something like that?"

Missouri smiles weakly, "Well, to protect her boys, of course." Sam nods, with tears in his eyes. Missouri goes to put her hand on his shoulder, but she stops herself, "Sam, I'm sorry."

He looks at her confused, "For what?"

"You sensed it was here, didn't you? Even when I couldn't." Missouri says.

"What's happening to me?" He asks.

"I know I should have all the answers, but I don't know." Missouri points over in the direction of Isabeau, who is standing in the front lawn of her old house across the street that had a for sale sign stuck in the ground. "Talk to Isabeau."

Sam looks over at Isabeau, her back turned to them,staring up at her old house.

"Why?"

Missouri sighs, "Isabeau is going through something similar. Things are happening to her, she's changing, evolving. And she feels like one day, she won't be able to control it." She pauses, "Isabeau is a mystery that not even her parents have figured out yet. There are parts of her that haven't shown themselves yet. Parts that she doesn't know about."

Sam turns to Missouri, "What parts?"

Missouri shakes her head, "I don't know. I can feel it, but I don't know what they are. She's going to need the help from the two people she loves to help her. Just as you need her."

Sam is confused, "Love?" He thinks that Missouri means in the sense of them being best friends.

Missouri smiles slyly at him, "I know, Sam. You and your brother being in love with her. You two aren't very quiet." She taps at her forehead.

Sam chuckles weakly, "I guess not."

Missouri shakes her head with a smile, "No you are not… but neither is she."

Sam looks at her in shock, "You mean…?"

Before Missouri could answer, Dean calls out, "Sam, you ready?" Sam nods and goes to the impala. Isabeau walks over to the impala as well, wiping away a few stray tears. Jenny thanks all of them.

"Don't you boys be strangers. You too, honey." Missouri calls out to them.

Isabeau smiles, "We won't, Aunty Missouri."

"See you around." Missouri says as Jenny waves. They all smile, get in the car, and drive away.

Missouri comes inside her house and sets her purse on the table, "That boy…he has such powerful abilities. But why he couldn't sense his own father, I have no idea." Over on her couch, John Winchester is sitting.

"Mary's spirit... do you really think she saved the boys and Isabeau?" He asks.

Missouri nods, "I do."

John nods sadly and twists his wedding ring on his finger.

"John Winchester, I could just slap you. Why won't you go talk to your children?" Missouri asks.

John shakes his head, "I want to. You have no idea how much I wanna see 'em. But I can't. Not yet. Not until I know the truth." He says tearfully and they share a look.

Missouri sighs, "And that daughter of yours, Bartholmieu. She grows more and more powerful everyday, and she couldn't sense you at all."

Bartholmieu comes out from the other room and takes a seat on the chair, across from John.

She shakes her head at him, "Why don't you tell her? You put her in danger by not telling her what she is."

Bartholmieu sighs, "You know I can't, Missouri. Until more family members come out of the woodwork and things move along, Isabeau won't know who she is for at least another decade."

John takes a breath, "Does Isabeau know what her mother did?"

Missouri nods, "She didn't tell me, but her mind did. She knows that Yvette tried to save Mary."

John nods, and looks over at Bartholmieu, "Do you mind coming out of retirement to help me?"

Bartholmieu chuckles, his eyes glowing violet, "I never retired. But for you, my friend, anything."

I guess no waiting until the weekend then for the next chapter, huh? This one was a little hard to write for some odd reason. I had such a block in the beginning and then it was smooth sailing from there. Hope you all enjoy! Next part should be up in the next couple of days.