AN: It's another long one. Missouri's in this one and I've been dying to write this chapter. I just absolutely loved her! Big kisses and hugs to all reviewers. Please keep them coming. Toodles, AT.

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"We need gas" Dean said tersely as they drove past a gas station on the way from Jenny's house.

Sam was too engrossed in the latest coincidences to pay his brother any heed; their childhood home, Sarry's revelation of the fire spirit, his dream. His mind was working overtime to try to figure it all out and connect the dots. Isabel on the other hand was watching Dean closely. She could tell he was upset. She looked down at the needle on the gas gage on the dashboard. There was over half a tank left. They did not need gas.

"Something's going on in that house" Sam said to his brother and cousin as they pulled up to the gas pump "Maybe that's the connection; the house"

There were a couple of wooden picnic tables outside and they took a seat as they discussed what they'd found out and in particular, what Sarry had said. Isabel went inside the shop and brought out three cups of coffee. She sat down next to Sam and set the cups down, listening quietly as Sam and Dean talked about that night. The night their mother died.

"What do you remember about that night?" Sam asked.

Dean looked uncomfortable and shifted in his seat. It was clear to both Sam and Isabel that he did not want to talk about this. Sam, however, was not letting it go easily.

"Not much" Dean said finally "Your room was on fire, dad gave you to me and told me to get out"

"Is that all?" Sam pressed on.

"I was four years old!" Dean snapped.

They were quiet for a few more seconds until Sam spoke again.

"Did dad ever say anything else about it?"

"You know dad" Dean said bitterly "He never spoke about that night"

Sam turned suddenly to Isabel "Isabel, do you remember anything?"

She looked unsurely at Dean before retuning confused eyes to Sam "Sam, I wasn't there. I was living in Chicago. Also, I was two!"

"But you and your mom talked about everything, right?" He said, knowing his aunt and cousin had a very close mother-daughter relationship "Did she ever tell you anything about it?"

"And how would she know?" Isabel asked "Your dad barely spoke more than two words to my mom after Mary died In fact, she used to say that being in labor with me for 27 hours was easier than trying to get a hold of your dad"

"I'm gonna take a leak" Dean said suddenly, standing up and heading off towards the back of the gas station.

Isabel and Sam watched him speedily walk away before turning to each other again.

"How do you think he's doing?" Isabel asked Sam in concern as it suddenly occurred to her that Dean was being unusually taciturn.

"It's Dean" Sam said with a sigh "He's not going to tell us"

"I think he remembers more than he lets on" She said.

"You're afraid of clowns?" Sam asked out of the blue with a smile on his face.

"Your brother though it'd be funny to watch 'It'" She said bitterly "You know, the movie with the creepy psycho child-killing clown?"

"Yeah" Sam said nodding.

"I was just a kid" She said "and it totally freaked me out"

Sam laughed "It wasn't that scary"

"Maybe not for you!" She scoffed defensively "I haven't been able to go to a circus since!" It only made Sam laugh harder, and she slapped him on the arm "Don't laugh Sam, he scarred me for life!"

Dean came back a few moments later with a renewed mask of composure and the suggestion they go talk to Guenther, their dad's old mechanic and the closest thing John had to a friend. Maybe the man remembered something. Sam and Isabel looked at each other and shrugged, following Dean back to the car.

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"What am I looking for exactly?" Isabel asked from the phone booth as she flipped through the yellow pages and read out the headings from the page "Fortune teller, palm reader, hypnotist?"

"Guenther said palm reader. I reckon try psychic" Dean suggested against his car as he looked through his dad's journal for further clues as to who the palm reader Guenther said his dad had contacted might be.

"There's quiet a few" She said in surprise, propping the book on the ledge of the phone booth as she scrolled down the page and read a few aloud "Lady Mystique, Madam Fortuna, Missouri Moseley…hey, how come they're all women?"

"Wait, go back" Sam said urgently from behind her, leaning over her shoulder to look at the page she'd been reading out from "What was that last one?"

"Missouri Moseley?" Isabel said pointing to the unpretentious advertisement. It was not one that stood out.

"Missouri" Dean repeated with a frown "It sounds familiar"

He flipped back to the front of John's diary. There it was, at the bottom of the first page; the name Missouri and a phone number. Sam ripped the page out of the phone book and carried it over to where Dean was leaning against the hood of the car just a few feet away.

"Same number" Sam said, comparing the two "That's her"

"Let's go" Dean said, pulling out his keys and jumping into the car.

They drove to Missouri's house, again walking up the steps with trepidation and knocking on the door. A moment later a large middle aged black woman stood in front of them.

"Are you Missouri Moseley?" Dean asked up-front.

"Yes" She said looking at the three people in front her closely with suspicion "And you are?"

"Why don't you tell us?" Isabel quipped with a smirk which quickly vanished from her face as Sam elbowed her in the arm "I was only kidding, Sam!" She said defensively.

"John's boys?" Missouri asked looking from Sam to Dean.

All three stared at her in surprise.

"How the f…" Isabel started.

"How do you know?" Sam cut in before Isabel could finish her sentence.

"I recognize you now" Missouri said with a smile as she studied the boys "My, you two have grown up handsome" She looked at Dean "And you were one goofy looking kid!"

"Do you have a moment to talk?" Dean asked as politely as he could, unlike Sam, not amused and wanting to get to the point.

"Please come in" She said as she moved to let them walk past her and into the house. She motioned them into the den and offered them a seat. They chose to sit on the large couch, Isabel squeezing in between her two cousins as Missouri took the arm chair in front of them. Dean fixed his eyes on the coffee table in front of him.

"Boy, you put your feet on my coffee table, I'm going to whack you with a spoon" Missouri suddenly said as she looked at Dean.

Dean looked up at her in surprise "I didn't do anything"

"You were thinking about it" She said with a raised eyebrow.

Sam leaned forward in the couch "The reason we're here…" he started.

"Sam, oh honey" She said as she looked at him sympathetically for a moment "I'm sorry about your girlfriend" Isabel and Dean shared a look as Sam stared blankly at the psychic "and your father…he's missing"

Sam swallowed past the lump in his throat "How do you know all that?"

"You were just thinking it" Missouri said plainly "Just now"

"Well, where is he?" Dean cut in anxiously.

"I don't know"

Dean stared at her blankly "Don't know?" He asked impatiently "You're supposed to be a psychic, right?"

"Boy, you see me sawing some boney tramp in half! You think I'm a magician?" Missouri snapped back, appearing to not have taken Dean's comment all that favorably "I may be able to read thoughts and sense energies in a room but I can't pull facts out of thin air" She finished looking at Isabel, as if she'd only just realized there was a third person with Sam and Dean "You feel familiar, but I don't think we've met"

"We haven't' Isabel said with a smile as she extended her hand "I'm Isabel"

Missouri shook it as she looked at the young girl.

"Of course" She said in recognition "John's niece"

"He… spoke about me?" Isabel asked in surprise as a little smile broke on her face.

"Yes, he did" Missouri said as her expression turned somber and she watched Isabel closely. Her free hand went to rest dramatically on her chest and she gasped, looking at Isabel in sorrow and compassion "Oh you poor child…the things you've gone through!"

Isabel blanched at the realization the psychic was penetrating her mind and reading her thoughts. She abruptly pulled her hand from Missouri's grasp "What do you mean?" She choked out as steadily as she possibly could.

"So much tragedy in this family" Missouri said sadly as she watched all three people in front of her "So much heartbreak"

Isabel looked at Dean desperately, as if pleading to change the subject and just get his over and done with. He noticed her edginess and urged Missouri to continue.

"We're here because Sam had a dream" Dean said, shifting the focus back to the issue of their old house and Jenny's family.

"About what?" Missouri asked, turning to Sam.

"About our house" Sam explained "Our old house. Something bad is going to happen"

Missouri looked at him curiously "Have you had dreams like this before?"

"Yes" Sam said nodding.

"And they've been accurate?"

Sam shifted uncomfortably in his seat and looked down at Isabel. Her eyes were downcast and she was staring at her shaking hands, folded across her lap. He placed one of his own hands reassuringly over hers.

"Yes" He said quietly "The last one was… about Isabel"

Missouri looked from Sam to Isabel, who was still avoiding her gaze.

"I see" She said with a nod of understanding.

Thoughts and feelings from all three of her guests were barraging her. Isabel's remorse and self-reproach over not trusting her cousins enough to take their warning about her being in danger seriously, letting her childish anger cloud her judgment. She'd been too stubborn to let them help her, and instead pushed them away. Dean's anger and heartache, not only for not rescuing their cousin in time, but for letting the demon take her in the first place, right from under his nose. He'd been right there, in a position to stop it, but in the end had failed her miserably, and now he would have to live with that forever. Sam's own guilt and shame over not being able to fully understand what his dreams meant, what they had been trying to tell him al along. His anguish and frustration at not having had taken his dream about Jessica and Isabel seriously enough. If only he had, then maybe…

Too much heartache and suffering flooded the psychic and she had to break the silence lest she cry out for their pain.

"After the fire, your dad came to see me" She started "I guess you could say I introduced him to the supernatural world. I've been keeping an eye on the place" She confessed "But it's been quiet all this time. I wonder why it would be active again"

"Maybe something's starting up" Sam suggested.

The four agreed that whatever was going on with the Winchester's old house, it was bad and Jenny and her kids were in danger. They decided to drop by her place again and get her and the kids out while they tried to find out what was in that house and how to get rid off it.

Getting Jenny to leave the house proved to be less difficult than they'd thought; the young mother already looking rather spooked as she greeted them at the door. Dean's initial attempt did not go down as smoothly as Missouri's more straightforward approach.

"Listen, Jenny, it's important…Ow!" Dean looked at Missouri in irritation as the psychic smacked him over the head.

"Give the poor girl a break, can't you see she's upset?" Missouri turned back to Jenny "Forgive this boy, he means well but he's not the sharpest tool in the shed"

Sam and Isabel suppressed a smile as Dean took a deep calming breath.

"Isabel" Missouri said as Jenny gathered her children and got ready to leave "Why don't you go with Jenny? She needs a hand"

"Oh, no, that's alright" Jenny said "I'm fine"

"No really, I insist. Take Isabel with you" Missouri said "Please Isabel, go with Jenny. We should be done here in a couple of hours"

Isabel looked at Missouri strangely, wondering why the older woman was so determined in getting her out of there. Sure, it made sense to go with Jenny and give her a hand, but part of her felt that Missouri had an ulterior motive, for some reason she did not what her in that house. Maybe she wanted Dean and Sam to do this on their own, she thought to herself. In any case, she decided it wasn't the time to kick up a fuss.

"Do you mind if I go with you?" Isabel asked Jenny as she noticed her cousins were also now watching Missouri curiously.

They left immediately, spending the afternoon in the park with the kids. If Isabel had ever had any doubts about having children of her own, they had vanished completely from her mind after just two hours spent with Sarry and gorgeous Richie. She wanted this, she realized, a family of her own. Jenny and Isabel talked for a while, as they kept an eye on the kids, before finally heading back to the house.

"What the hell happened here?" Isabel asked in dismay as she looked around Jenny's ransacked house. The whole place was a wreck.

"Don't worry, Dean's going to clean up this mess" Missouri said to a suitably horrified Jenny "Well what are you waiting for boy, grab the mop" She ordered Dean, before glaring at him "and don't you cuss at me"

They spent the rest of the afternoon and evening cleaning Jenny's house, and by the time the four made it back to Missouri's place it was already dark.

"I think we should keep an eye Jenny's place tonight" Sam said as they pulled up to Missouri's driveway.

"You think something's still going to happen?" Isabel asked, referring to the spirit.

"I'm not sure" Sam said, turning to Missouri "It's just this feeling I have"

The older psychic nodded at him and looked at Isabel "Isabel, I've got a spare room. I'd love for you to stay with me, honey"

Isabel knew that under no circumstances and no matter how much she would protest, she would not be allowed to join her cousins tonight, and it wasn't a feeling she got from Sam and Dean only, but also from Missouri. She nodded at the psychic and turned to her cousins.

"I'll just get my stuff out of the trunk" She said, not wanting to make waves tonight. Everyone was tense enough already "Please be careful guys"

She walked with Missouri into her house, dropped her suitcase on the floor and looked out the window of her den as her cousins drove off. She wondered how they were dealing with being back home. She had the feeling that Dean was having a harder time than Sam.

"They'll be fine" Missouri said from across the room, behind her.

Isabel turned and faced her, not knowing if she was referring to the possible haunting of the boys' childhood home or the simple fact of being back in a place that held a lot of grief and bad memories for them. Was she reading her thoughts again?

"Yeah. I just worry, you know?" Isabel said softly, before smiling sadly "It's weird. For eight years I hardly even spared them a thought, and now I actually worry about them. How was it so easy to start all over again, as if we'd never been separated?"

"I'm not sure child" Missouri said "But family is like that. You what they say, blood is thicker than water"

Isabel smiled again and turned back to the window "Yes, I've heard that before"

"It must be an experience to be around those two" Missouri asked amused.

"You have no idea. Though, you probably do" Isabel chuckled "I'm no picnic either, I'll have you know. Still, I'm glad to get the night off"

"Me too dear" Missouri said walking a couple of steps towards her "Because we need to talk to you"

Isabel turned to Missouri, her brow furrowed in confusion "We?"

Missouri remained quiet and impassive, just studying her closely. A slight creak from the other side of the room caught Isabel's attention and she turned to the sound. Her breath caught in her throat and she actually felt her heart skip a beat, maybe even two. She felt the blood drain from her face, pooling in her stomach, and she thought that if she tried to move, she might actually faint. She briefly wondered if her medication would ever cause her to hallucinate as she stared speechless at the man across from her.

She swallowed and found her voice "Uncle John?"