Chapter 11

"I don't know about this Sam, who are we supposed to be here? Cops? FBI? Gas company?" Dean complained as they walked up the sidewalk to their old home. He was already feeling the apprehension about stepping back into this house, one he had not seen in nearly eighteen years.

"We be ourselves, follow my lead," Sam replied as he rang the bell. They waited until the door was opened by a guy who looked to be in his early thirty's.

"May I help you?" he asked looking at the two brothers.

"Hi, my name is Sam, and this is my brother, Dean. We don't mean to disturb you, but we were passing through town and decided to stop to see our old house here. My brother and I lived here when we were young. I was wondering if maybe we could see the place if it wouldn't be too much trouble," Sam asked giving his best friendly look and didn't realize he was using his power of suggestion on the guy.

"I don't see why not, come on in," the man said. "I'm Cameron. Excuse the boxes, we've just moved in a few weeks ago and haven't got everything unpacked yet."

"That's fine," Sam told him. He looked around the room in wonder, seeing this for the first time.

Dean stepped in with him and all he could look at was the stairs that he carried his little brother down while their Mom burned to death on the ceiling of the nursery upstairs. He was pulled back to reality when Sam poked him in the ribs to get his attention.

"Daddy!" a young girl cried as she ran to her father and hugged him. She looked warily at the two strangers.

"This is my daughter Elise. Sweetheart, this is Sam and Dean, they used to live here when they were kids."

"Really? Did it have a ghost back then too?" she asked innocently.

Sam and Dean looked at each other for a moment before Sam squatted down to her level and asked, "What ghost Elise?"

"It's in my closet. I see it at night sometimes. It's on fire."

"Does it try to hurt you?" Sam asked.

"No," she replied shyly.

"You'll have to excuse her; she's got a vivid imagination. I think it's the move and the new house." Cameron told them patting Elise on the head.

"Honey who are you talking to?" a woman asked as she stepped from another room with a young boy in her arms.

"This is Sam and Dean, Babe, they lived here when they were kids. They stopped by hoping to see the house. This is my wife, Maggie and our son, Clint."

"Nice to meet you," Sam greeted her and smiled to Clint.

"Dean, wait, your name is on the pantry's door frame," she said. "Did you get measured as you got taller?"

"Yeah, my Mom would do it," Dean answered trying to keep the emotion from his voice. He remembered the last time that was done right before the fire.

"How do you like the place?" Sam asked.

"I don't want to ditch your home or anything, but I think we have mice and the wiring is going haywire some of the time, lights blinking on and off. I've called an exterminator to come out, but they can't seem to find any rodents and the electrician checked to fuse box and suggested replacing it. Clint got out of his play pen and almost fell down the basement steps. Maggie and I both were sure the door was locked and have no idea how it got opened. Elise got trapped in a closet upstairs. Had to take the door off its hinges to get her out. There's some things that need worked on, but I'm sure it'll be fine."

"That's alright, it is getting pretty old," Sam replied. "Do you mind if we look downstairs? Maybe we can see something they missed."

"Are you some type of pest control guys?"

"In a way. Won't cost you anything," Dean added.

"Sure, I can't see it would hurt anything, just watch yourself down there. We haven't really cleaned up or anything so there's no telling what you'll find."

"No worries, we've gone into worse places," Dean assured him.

They went to the door to the basement and Cameron handed them a flashlight, with Dean going first, the brothers walked down the steps into the basement.

"You heard what they said, what Elise said. There's something here Dean and it's not friendly." Sam hissed. He looked around the basement and found a light switch. The light was dim but gave them enough brightness to see most of the room. The furnace, hot water heater and discarded pieces of furniture dotted the space.

"Check over there," Dean told him as he moved in the other direction. He looked around the space but didn't see anything that would indicate mice had gotten in and could be causing the noises Cameron was hearing.

"Hey Dean, look at this," Sam called to him from the far corner.

"What ya got Sammy?" he asked hurrying to his side.

Sam was kneeling by a small metal locker that had the name Winchester painted on the lid. He tapped the locks to loosen them and opened it. Inside were photos of their family in this house, along with other personal items that their father had kept over the years. Sam pulled out a pair of tiny boots and turned them over in his hand. He saw a name on the inside of one and pulled Dean's light closer.

"These were yours Dean," he said holding them up for him.

Dean took the offered item and looked at them. He had to have been only a year old for these to have fit. He couldn't believe they had been saved. He looked back at his brother and saw him holding the smallest ball glove he had ever seen. On the thumb was written 'Sammy' in permanent marker.

"Think they would mind if we took these with us?" Sam asked replacing the things and closing it lid. He wanted to go through the box and see what else was in there. This was a part of his life he knew very little about and wanted to learn more.

"Don't see why not, it is ours after all. They've got no use for the stuff."

Before Sam could pick up the box, a coldness settled over him and he stood up looking around. He could feel it. It was strong, not like most spirits they had come across. They were not alone down here.

"Dean!" Sam cried out as he threw up his hand to stop a screwdriver from being impaled into his brother's body. He pulled up his powers and threw it away as he stepped in front of Dean to protect him. He threw up a barrier to protect them while searching for any sign of the spirit.

"What was that?" Dean asked flipping the light around trying to see where it came from.

"We need to get out of here," Sam said backing toward the stairs. "Get the box Dean."

Dean picked up the metal box and moved to the stairs watching Sam move behind him. He didn't take his eyes off him as he stepped onto the bottom step. He saw a saw blade flying quickly to them, but Sam was faster and fended it away before it could strike. Sam watched for anything that might be thrown at them as he cast his senses out trying to pick up on this spirit that had invaded their home.

"What is that?" Cameron asked when he saw the box Dean was carrying.

"It seems our Dad left it here when we moved out," Dean said. "It has photos and things from out childhood. Do you mind if we take it with us?"

"That's fine, it's yours to begin with. Did you find anything in the basement?"

"No," Sam said quickly. "Didn't see any signs of mice, but if you like we can come back with some equipment this afternoon and give the house a thorough going over. You could take the family to the movies or something and out to eat."

"What will this cost me?"

"Since this place has sentimental meaning to us, there's no charge. You just go have a nice afternoon out and leave everything to us," Dean encouraged.

"In that case, sure, why not. What time do you want us out of here?"

"How 'bout say, two?" Sam suggested.

"Alright, we'll see you back here then," Cameron said walking them to the door.

"We'll be back take care," Sam nodded before following Dean outside and to the Impala. He opened the backdoor and sat the box in it before moving to the driver's door to get in.

Sam dropped into the passenger seat his mind working overtime as he tried to devise a plan. They needed a way to get the spirit out of the house. He didn't notice that Dean had started the Impala and was heading back to Missouri's. He pulled in front of Sam's car and parked on the road and killed the engine.

Dean got out and started to the front door when he realized Sam wasn't following. He turned back to see him still sitting in the passenger seat staring off into space. He went back and opened the door as he rapped on the top.

"Sammy, you comin'?"

It took a few seconds for what Dean asked to sink in and Sam blinked several times before turning to look at him.

"We're here; let's go in and work out a plan," Dean offered.

"Right, plan," Sam mumbled as he fumbled with getting his feet from the wheel well and pulled himself up. He looked in the back at the metal box and decided to take it inside with him so he could look at the contents.

"Maybe Missouri can help."

"Yes, good idea," Sam agreed picking up the pace thinking she could help. He went inside and let his senses roam until he found her out on the deck. He headed that way to find her snapping green beans as she hummed to herself. He sat the box on a small table nearby before approaching her.

"Boys, how did it go?" she asked, but stopped and stood when she felt Dean's concern. "What happened?"

"There's a spirit of some kind haunting our house. It tried to kill Dean," San rushed. "Do you think you can help us get rid of it?"

"What do you mean 'of some kind', Sam?"

"I felt it. It was powerful; not like most spirits we've dealt with before. I think it might be a poltergeist. I know it means harm to the family there. It's already targeted the children."

"Oh, those are nasty entities and the only way to cleanse the house is to put hex bags in the four corners of the compass and recite the spell," she explained. "I will get the bags ready; can you get the family out of the house?"

"Already taken care of. They're going to the movies at two and out to eat afterwards," Dean said.

"Why don't you boys go help yourselves to the sandwiches I made for lunch and rest before we have to go back over there?"

"I could go for a sandwich. You hungry Sammy?"

"No, not really."

"At least drink something child and try to eat a few bites. You will need the energy," Missouri told him as she headed for her study.

"C'mon Sammy, keep me company."

"Alright," Sam huffed knowing Dean didn't want him to be alone. He knew it scared him when he had the vision, even though it wasn't happening to him, and he couldn't blame him. And to find out the vision was coming true, made it even more frightening. It scared the hell out of him too.

"Why don't we eat out here in the fresh air? I'll grab some sandwiches and drinks," Dean offered going inside to fix a tray for them.

Sam moved to the small picnic table and sat the box down beside him. He opened it and slowly began to remove items from it. He put the small mitt aside, along with Dean's little boots. He pulled out a loose stack of photos and began to look through them seeing they were of John and Mary. He smiled seeing the looks of love on their faces for each other. Sam stopped at one photo that showed his Mom holding a bundle and flipped it over to read the back, Mary and baby Dean. He found others of Dean at different ages and then found one of Dean holding a baby and knew that was him.

"What are you looking at?" Dean asked when he came back out and sat a tray on the table.

"Photos of us and Mom and Dad," Sam said longingly. He pushed one toward Dean that showed their parents and Dean when he was about two at the beach.

"Look how young they look," Dean sighed, rubbing a finger over the image. "Here, you need to eat, and you can finish looking at that stuff afterwards," Dean insisted pushing his emotions back behind a door for now. He put a plate and drink in front of Sam and closed the box so he wouldn't be tempted to keep looking. He could see the sadness on Sam's face and in his eyes and didn't want him falling into a funk.

"Okay," Sam sighed stacking the few photos together and opening the box long enough to drop them back in. He would take time to look at them later and see what other treasures he could find in there. These things would give him a picture of what their lives had been like before the nursey fire and their Mom's death. Maybe he could pull up other visions from the items.

Dean watched Sam as he sipped on his drink and finally picked up a half of his sandwich and took a small bite. He was going to make sure he ate something if they were going to be facing a poltergeist later in that day. He wanted Sam to be prepared.

A/N: Sam has a vision of their old home and danger for the family living there. Now, if they can rid the house of this evil and save the family. Thanks for hanging in here and I hope all are staying safe. I do like reviews, if you can please leave one. NC