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Clarksville, Arkansas

"Dude, what are you doing?" Dean asked groggily watching his brother from his bed, as he sat near the motel room window and furiously scribbled on a large pad "You OK?"

"I know where we have to go next" Sam said, briefly glancing from his sketch to his brother.

"Where?" Dean asked watching his brother strangely.

They were about a day away from Graceland, having stopped for the night outside Clarksville on the way from Oklahoma. As far as he knew, Memphis was their next destination.

"Back home" Sam said, avoiding his brother's eyes "Back to Kansas"

"OK, random" Dean said sitting up in bed as he stared at his brother with a frown "Where'd that come from?"

"Shh" Sam said, bringing his index finger to his lips before pointing to a still sleeping Isabel "I have these nightmares"

"I've noticed" Dean whispered dryly.

"Sometimes they come true" He turned the sketchbook he was drawing on, revealing the picture to Dean.

Dean looked at the sketch and recognized the image with overwhelming dread "Home?"

"Something's going to happen" Sam said "The family that lives in our old house. They're in danger"

"We're almost in Memphis, Sam" Dean said glancing down at Isabel's prone form next to him on the bed. She was facing away from him. This was now their second attempt at making their way to Graceland and he shuddered to think of her reaction to Sam's suggestion that they take yet another detour "She'll throw a hissy fit"

"She'll understand" Sam said unsurely.

"She'll understand?" Dean asked skeptically with a snort "Have you two even met?"

"Stop talking as if I'm not here" Isabel muttered sleepily as she shifted on the bed onto her back, she raised herself on her elbows with a yawn and looked from Sam to Dean as she blinked away sleep "What are you two arguing about now?"

"Sam here" Dean started, looking down at her before returning his eyes to his brother "Wants to go home to Kansas"

"To Lawrence?" Isabel asked Sam "Now?"

"I had a dream" Sam explained, bracing himself from an inevitable outburst from her "A nightmare"

"Like the one you had about me?" She asked with trepidation, remembering Sam's dream about her impending danger over a month ago, which incidentally turned out to be accurate.

"Yeah, kinda" Sam said nodding "I think the family living in our old house might be in danger"

"From what?" She asked "A demon, a ghost?"

"I don't know" Sam said.

"What did you see exactly?" Isabel asked, now curious "Should we leave straight away?"

"What?" Dean asked looking down at Isabel in disbelief "We're not going!"

"We have to Dean, something's going to happen and it's somehow related to our home" Sam said pleading to his brother "This might even be the thing that killed mom and Jessica"

"Whoa, just slow down will ya?" Dean said watching his brother "First you tell me you've got the shining and then you've tell me I've got to go back home…especially when…"

"When what? " Sam asked.

"When I swore to myself that I would never go back there" Dean finished reluctantly.

"I swore to myself I'd never speak to either one of you again, and look how that worked out" Isabel said matter-of-factly looking down at herself then back at Dean next to her on the bed with a raised eyebrow "Now we're sleeping together"

"This is different" Dean said, suddenly uncomfortable with not only her choice of words but the unnerving feeling that she truly wanted to go to Kansas now that Sam had planted the idea in her brain. Why could he not figure her out? She'd kicked up a fuss when told they were going to Iowa and Oklahoma to investigate strange occurrences published in the papers, but now that Kansas was suddenly mentioned after appearing out of nowhere in one of Sam's dreams, she couldn't wait to go? "Besides, I thought you wanted to go to Graceland"

"Now I think I want to go to Kansas with you and Dorothy" She said gesturing towards Sam.

"I'm not ready to go back" Dean said huffily, getting up from the bed "We're not going"

"You really feel that strongly about it?" She asked looking up at him and tilting her head curiously.

"Yes" Dean said "I really strongly don't want to go"

"I think it's worth checking out" Sam persisted "Kansas is only a day or two away"

"Graceland isn't going anywhere" Isabel said with a shrug "What's another detour, right?"

Dean looked at her in confusion "Are you trying to make me strangle you, Bel? If I remember correctly you said you didn't want to do this anymore"

"Yeah but this is different. This might involve you" She said "I mean, this could be a clue or a sign"

"About what?"

"About the demon, or even your dad, I don't know. This could be what you've been searching for" She said excitedly as she sat up on the bed and rested her weight on her knees, moving closer to him "You've dragged me to Iowa and Oklahoma on a whim and now that you might be getting the break you're after, you're wussing out?"

Dean was silent for a moment as he looked from his brother to his cousin "I'm outvoted, aren't I?"

"I'm with Sam on this. Let's go to Kansas"

"If you sing one song from the Wizard of Oz, just one song" He threatened pointing a finger down at her "So help me God…"

She swatted the finger away from her face "OK, no singing" She said rolling her eyes "Metallica all the way"

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"This is really weird" Isabel said as she looked out the window of the Impala "It looks exactly as I remember it"

They'd arrived in Lawrence moments earlier and were now driving towards Dean and Sam's childhood home. All three were quiet as they looked around the neighborhood, lost in their own thoughts. Dean parked the car outside their old house, staring at it in awe as if it were an entity all of its own, capable of stirring up feelings and emotions within him that he had worked so hard for years to bury. This was exactly why he'd sworn to himself he'd never come back.

"Ready?" Sam's voice startled him and Dean looked at his younger brother.

"Lets do this" He said stepping out of the car.

Sam and Isabel followed his lead and all three walked up the steps to the front door. Sam knocked and they waited with baited breath for the door to open. A pretty blonde woman opened the door, introducing herself as Jenny. Sam, Dean and Isabel introduced themselves also and Sam explained how they used to live in that house when they were children. Jenny recognized the pair and led them in, showing them the pictures she'd found in the basement earlier.

They looked through the pictures, with nostalgic smiles, sad eyes and poignant thoughts. Most of them were of the Winchesters; Mary, John, Sam and Dean. But there were a couple with Isabel in them.

In one of them, it was obviously summer, and she was outside with Dean as they played in a small inflatable pool in the yard. Judging from their size, height and time of the year, she calculated she would have been about one and a half and Dean three and a half. Isabel was holding a Popsicle in her hand, holding it up to her older cousin with a beaming smile, offering him a taste. Dean, on the other hand, was looking at the offer unsurely, clearly wondering if the appetizing treat was worth the probable risk of contracting girl cooties.

In the other picture it was Christmas day. Mary and Jane, both wearing Santa hats, were together and just chatting in the kitchen with Isabel in Mary's arms, both women unaware someone was about to capture the moment. It would have been hard to tell if it was Mary and not Jane holding Isabel, had it not been for Mary's gigantic pregnant belly. Isabel laughed softly. Guess Sam is in that picture too! She thought to herself.

"Can I keep one of those?" She asked as Dean gathered them and moved to put them in the pocket of this jacket.

"Sure" He said, quickly flicking through them and handing her the one of Mary, Jane and herself.

She wondered why he gave her that one, considering it was one of the few pictures he would have with his mom in it. She was about to hand it back and ask for the one of her and him in the pool, when she considered that maybe he wanted to keep that one for himself. She bit her tongue and placed the picture in her pocket.

As they walked into the kitchen Jenny introduced them to her two children, Sarry and Richie, making Isabel instantly melt into a puddle of goo.

"Oh my God" She squealed in delight as she stood in front of Richie "They're adorable!"

"Thanks" Jenny said with a smile.

"Can I hold him?" Isabel asked as she already started reaching for the baby.

Jenny chuckled "Sure" She said watching Isabel with a smile as she cradled the baby in her arms "Do you have any kids?"

"Just those two" Isabel said with a nod towards Dean and Sam before turning to make funny faces at the baby.

"Yeah, that's funny" Dean said humorlessly as Jenny laughed "So Jenny, how's the house? Everything OK?"

"So far yes" Jenny said as hesitation spiked her tone "I think there may be rats in the basement, but apart from that"

"There's a monster in my closet" Sarry said from her seat at the kitchen table.

The room was suddenly silenced and even the baby seemed to have acknowledged the significance of his sister's statement.

Jenny shook her head as she addressed her daughter "Sarry, darling, that was a dream"

"It wasn't a dream!" Sarry said.

"You know, when I was about your age" Isabel started as she turned to the little girl "Dean made me watch a scary movie with a mean scary clown in it, and ever since then, I've always been afraid of clowns" She said with a glance towards her older cousin, who looked like he was trying really hard to remember that particular anecdote. When he finally did, he smiled and nodded, obviously finding it funny. She turned back to Sarry "I used to have nightmares about one hiding in my closet, and sometimes I even thought those dreams were real. Everyone has scary dreams, Sarry"

"I wasn't dreaming" The little girl protested "It came to my bedroom and it was on fire!"

Isabel looked up at her cousins as Sam and Dean exchanged a meaningful look. Once again, it looked like Sam's dream was more than just a random coincidence.