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Summary: Missouri's in trouble and the only ones who can help her are our favorite boys. But will they be in time? WARNING POSSIBLE SPOILERS – story is set some time post Devil's Trap and may refer to things that happened anytime during the first Season.

Raven524: Here we go again. Hope you all enjoy the newest storyline!

Double Trouble

Chapter 1 – Psychic Connection

The being ran it's fingers down the list of psychics in the phone directory. A smile curved it's lips as it saw the next name on the list…Missouri Mosely, now there was a name that just screamed for his attention.

Jotting down the address, the being decided to wait until tonight to case the house. Dealing with a psychic, it knew it would have to be careful. Of course, it's current abilities would allow it to shield itself from the psychic's mind, but still…it paid to be careful.

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Missouri continued to finish the cake she was baking. She smiled as she thought about the company that would be arriving some time the next day. Sam and Dean Winchester had contacted her to see if they could stay with her for a few days while Dean recovered from his latest injury. Apparently he had been banged around quite a bit by a nasty poltergeist. Sam hadn't elaborated on the extent of Dean's injuries, but she sensed they had to be fairly serious; especially if Dean was willing to rest for a few days.

Ever since Dean was a child, he never sat still for more than a few moments. A trait that had continued on into his adulthood. She figured that was one of the reasons Dean liked what he did for a living…it certainly kept the boy on the move.

Most people seeing the way she treated Dean would think that she disliked the boy, but in truth she loved both boys as if they were her own. She just understood that Dean detested what he called 'chick flick' moments. Preferring to hide behind his stoic mask, Dean didn't suffer overt showing of emotion from others, except of course Sam.

Wiping her hands on a dish towel, she placed the cake in the oven and began mentally preparing her grocery list. She would need to be well stocked to feed those two, her mission was to make sure they added on a few pounds while under her care.

Finally, looking at her schedule she saw the name of a new client on her morning schedule. She frowned for a moment wondering what Lawrence the Magnificent wanted to talk to her about. He was another psychic who chose to use his powers merely for profit. He and others like him gave her profession a bad name.

Missouri had decided long ago to use her psychic ability to help people. She accepted payment, but considered her services more like a counseling service rather than providing glimpses into a person's future. She sometimes shaded the truth, because some people really didn't want the truth…they just wanted to feel better. She doubted that Lawrence ever considered what his revelations could do to his clients.

Shaking off her foul mood, Missouri left the house to do her shopping. She would worry about Lawrence tomorrow morning. For now she had a lot to do to prepare for her boys coming home tomorrow.

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Sam was behind the steering wheel of the Impala. He was trying hard to keep himself from looking at his sleeping brother. The past few days had reinforced once again the dangerous nature of their job. Sam sighed, of all the creatures they hunted, poltergeists had to be at the top of his list of things he hated to hunt. They were always unpredictable and could cause serious injury if you weren't careful.

This time Dean had been the one trapped in the house with Sam on the outside. Sam could hear his brother's screams as he tried to break down the door. By the time he had gotten into the house and began chanting the purification spell, Dean was laying on the floor in a pool of his own blood. The poltergeist had thrown his brother around the room, using him like a human ping pong ball.

Sam still shuddered when he remembered the long hours in the waiting room. The list of injuries were scary and extensive. Dean's arm had been broken in two places. He had three broken ribs which luckily had just missed puncturing his lung. His ankle was badly sprained and his back had been badly bruised. But Sam was most worried about the blows to Dean's head. His brother had been in a coma for nearly a week. There had been some swelling on the brain which the doctors had assured Sam would have no lingering effects, but they also stressed that another blow to his head could result in permanent damage if he didn't allow his body to heal.

Dean groaned in his sleep as he tried to find a comfortable position. Sam reached over and gently pulled the blanket back up over his brother's shoulders. "Just rest Dean, by this time tomorrow we'll be a Missouri's house and you can relax." Sam blinked back the tears in his eyes as he once again concentrated on the road ahead of him. He would be glad when they got to Missouri's, it was one of the few places that Sam and Dean both felt safe.

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The next morning, Missouri answered the door bell with a heavy sigh. She really wasn't in the mood to deal with this today. Opening the door, Missouri motioned for the tall man to enter. "Well hello Lawrence…awful early for you isn't it?" Missouri asked as she led the way into the living room.

"I'm sorry to be bothering you Missouri, but I thought we should talk about the latest developments in the psychic community." The man sat nervously on the couch, constantly looking at the door as if he expected someone to break it down at any moment.

"What are you talking about Lawrence?" Missouri couldn't help but feel sorry for the frightened man.

"Don't you watch the news…6 psychics have been killed over the past 6 months!"

"No, I don't bother with the news, you know that. How did they die?" Missouri sat forward on her seat, trying to get a read on the man. It was strange, but she felt a block…there was something slightly off but she couldn't put her finger on it.

"Look Missouri, over the past 6 months, a psychic has been found dead in their home. The cause of death was strangulation, but the strange part was that each one was close to death at the time they were strangled. They were tortured and killed Missouri and I think I'm next on the list!"

"Lawrence, how do you know you're next…I mean, have you sensed something?" Missouri didn't like the way he used his abilities, but she knew that he was a powerful psychic in his own right.

She still couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right about the man sitting in front of her.

Trusting her instincts, she decided to bring the interview to an end. Standing and stepping back from the man in front of her she motioned towards the door. "You know what Lawrence, I don't know how you think I can help you, but there are some folks arriving later today who may be able to shed some light on the problem. Why don't you go home and wait for my call…don't worry, we'll figure this thing out."

The man in front of her stood up and walked towards her as if he was going to head out the door. As he stood beside Missouri she felt a sharp jab in her back. Whirling around, eyes wide she watched as the eyes of the psychic flickered white for just a moment. "Who are you?" She cried as she fell to the floor unconscious.

The being paused for a moment before bending over and dragging Missouri towards the back door of her house. "Why sugar…my name is Missouri….Missouri Mosely!"

TBC

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