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Chapter 9
"Alright I've been cruising some websites and I think I found a few candidates for our next gig," I said sitting at the small table in our motel room with Sam's laptop in front of me.
"Whatcha got?" Dean asked through a mouthful of a breakfast burrito while Sam sat on the bed doodling.
"A fishing trawler found off the coast of Cali its crew vanished and there are some cattle mutilations in west Texas," I answered and I noticed Sam wasn't paying any attention, "Hey are we boring you with this hunting evil stuff?"
"No I'm listening keep going," he answered and went back to doodling.
"Here a Sacramento man shot himself in the head three times," I started to read again, "Sam come on you're not evening listening."
"I'm sure he can multi-task just like I'm doing," Dean said taking another large bite of his breakfast burrito.
"Wait I've seen this before," Sam said staring at his drawing.
"See not even listening!" I exclaimed.
"Seen what?" Dean asked.
Instead of answering Sam jumped off the bed and started shuffling through Dean's duffle.
"What are you doing?" Dean questioned.
Sam pulled out dad's journal and took out the only picture I've ever seen of the three of us with mom and dad.
"Guys I know where we have to go next," Sam stated.
"Where?" Dean and I asked simultaneously.
"Back home," Sam answered and I nearly spit my coffee out.
"Excuse me?" I asked there was no where I heard that right.
"Back to Kansas," Sam answered.
"I know where home is Sam," I answered nastily.
"Ok random where did that come from?" Dean asked looking as shocked and confused as I felt.
"Alright so this photo was taken in front of our old house right?" Sam asked as he put the picture on the table, "The house where mom died."
I instantly got up and started pacing the room. Around holidays and mom's birthday I knew to prepare myself for Sam wanting to talk about mom but this was so out of the blue I didn't even know how to process it.
"Yeah," Dean answered.
"And it didn't burn down right? Not completely, they rebuilt it right?" Sam asked in rapid succession as he took my seat at the table.
"I guess so yeah, what the hell are you talking about?" Dean asked trying to figure out where Sam was going with all of this.
"Look this is going to sound crazy but the people who live in our old house, I think they maybe in danger," Sam answered.
"No, that's not crazy at all," I scoffed throwing my arms in the air as I continued to pace the room.
"Why would you think that?" Dean asked Sam.
"Uhh…I just uhh…you have to trust me on this ok?" Sam said as he got up from the chair and started packing his things.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa trust you? Come on man that's weak you need to give us a little more than that," Dean said getting up to stand next Sam.
"I can't really explain it is all," Sam said as if it was nothing.
"Well tough I'm not going anywhere until you do," I nearly screamed at him balling up my fist.
Dean put his hand on my shoulder trying to calm me down.
"I have these nightmares," Sam started.
"Yeah no shit," I answered moving out from underneath Dean's hand.
"And sometimes they come true," he finished.
"Come again?" Dean asked.
"Look I dreamt about Jessica's death for days before it happened," Sam admitted.
"Sam people have weird dreams I'm sure it was just a coincidence," Dean tried as he sat on one of the beds.
"No I dreamt about the blood dripping, her on the ceiling, the fire, everything and I didn't do anything about it because I didn't believe it and now I'm dreaming about that tree and our house and some woman inside screaming for help I mean that's where it all started this has to mean something right?"
Just hearing about mom and our old house had me on edge but then when Sam started describing the blood, the ceiling and the fire I felt like I was about to pass out. I made my way back over to the small table and sat very still on one of the chairs holding the seat tightly so I wouldn't fall over.
"I don't know," Dean answered.
"What do you mean you don't know? This woman might be in danger, I mean this might even be the thing that killed mom and Jessica," Sam argued.
"Slow down would you," Dean said getting up and pacing the room, "I mean first you tell us that you got the shining and then you tell me that I've got to go back home, especially when I swore to myself that I would never go back there."
"Look we have to check this out just to make sure," Sam reasoned.
"I know we do," Dean answered after a moment.
They both started packing but I was frozen on the chair.
"Leah get a move on it," Dean said as he zipped his bag.
I just shook my head no and tried to keep my breathing normal.
"What do you mean no?" he asked.
"I'm not going," I answered softly and at first I didn't think anyone heard me.
"Why not?" Sam asked.
"I can't go back there," I answered.
Dean sighed and then kneeled in front of me, "I know it's hard but we are all going together."
"Please don't make me go," I begged with tears forming in my eyes.
"Leah this could be the thing that killed mom! The thing we have been looking for 21 years, the reason we are hunters and you don't want to go?" Sam yelled at me.
I nearly knocked Dean over when I stood up and got in Sam's face, "Don't you think I know that!"
"What is this about breaking your 'I don't talk about mom' rule?" Sam yelled only inches from my face.
"Enough," Dean yelled standing in between us and lightly pushing Sam back. He and I only came to punches once but ever since then Dean always stepped in to make sure it never happened again.
"I'll wait in the car," Sam said as he grabbed his bag.
"Le," Dean started.
"Don't," I said as I quickly packed my things and headed to the car.
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"You going to be alright man?" Sam asked as we pulled up in front of our old house.
"Let me get back to you on that," Dean answered.
"Leah?" Sam asked turning around to look at me.
I didn't answer I just got out of the car and waited for them to do the same. After a few deep breaths I some how managed to move my feet and walk up to the front door standing behind both brothers.
"Yes," a young woman answered the door.
"Sorry to bother you ma'am we're with the…" Dean started until Sam cut him off.
"I'm Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean and sister Leah, ummm we used to live here. You know we were just driving by and we were wondering if we could see the old place," Sam said.
"Winchester," she whispered and then said, "You know it's so funny I think I found some of your photos the other night."
"You did?" Dean asked.
"Come on in," she smiled and held the door open for us.
Sam walked right in followed by Dean; I took another deep breath before walking in myself. It felt weird being back in the house after 21 years; I had no memories here only the ones I would create in my dreams. We followed the woman into the kitchen.
"Juice, juice, juice," a little boy in a playpen sang as he jumped up and down.
"That's Richie," the woman introduced, "He's kind of a juice junkie."
There was a girl about eight or nine years old doing her homework at the table.
"Sari this is Sam, Dean and Leah, they used to live here."
"Hi," Sari waved.
"Hey Sari," Sam smiled.
"So you just moved in," Dean commented.
"Yeah from Wichita," she answered.
"You've got family here?" Dean asked.
"No I just need a fresh start that's all, so new town, new job I mean as soon as I find one, new house," she answered.
"So, how are you liking it so far?" Sam asked.
"Well all due respect to your childhood home, I mean I'm sure you have lots of happy memories here but this place has its issues."
"What do you mean?" Sam asked.
"Well it's just getting old like the wiring you know we've got flickering lights almost hourly."
"That's too bad, what else?" Dean asked as I tensed at her answer.
"Sink's backed up…there's rats in the basement…I'm sorry I don't mean to complain."
"Have you seen the rats or just heard scratching?" Dean asked but I had a feeling I already knew the answer.
"Just scratching actually."
"Mom," Sari said, "ask them if it lived here when they lived here."
"What Sari?" Sam asked.
"The thing in my closet."
"Oh no baby there was nothing in their closets, right?" the woman asked.
"Right no of course not," Sam answered.
"She had a nightmare the other night," the woman explained.
"I wasn't dreaming it came into my bedroom and it was on fire," Sari said.
"Please excuse me," I said as I ran outside and climbed into the backseat of the Impala.
I put my head between my knees and tried to relax myself before I had a panic attack. It had been over ten years since I had one and even when I did have them they were far and few between but I was never good at talking my self out of them. I was still sitting like that when I heard Sam and Dean exit the house.
"That woman Jenny that was the woman in your dreams?" Dean asked as they walked towards the car.
"Yeah and did you hear what she was talking about flickering lights…scratching…all signs of a malevolent spirit," Sam answered.
"I'm just freaked out your weirdo visions are coming true," Dean admitted.
"The thing in the house do you think it's the same thing that killed mom and Jessica?" Sam almost yelled.
"I don't know!"
"Well has it come back or has it been here the whole time?"
"Or it could be something entirely different," Dean said getting into the car.
"Those people are in danger!" Sam exclaimed as he got in as well.
"Guys…" I managed to squeak out.
"You alright back there?" Dean asked.
The only reply he got was me gasping for air.
"Jesus," Dean exclaimed as he hopped out of the car, whipped the back door open and slid in next to me pulling me into him, "Breathe angel…in and out remember…come on do as I am…feel my chest rise and fall…that's it breathe."
I felt Sam slide in on the other side of me putting his hand on my knee. When I finally got my breathing under control I leaned into Sam who stayed with me in the backseat while Dean got in the drivers seat and drove to the nearest gas station.
"Le I'm sorry," Sam sighed as he ran his hand up and down my arm.
"Not your fault," I answered as Dean turned the car off.
We all got out of the car while Dean filled up.
"Ok so if this was any other job what would we do?" Dean asked.
"Try to figure out what we are dealing with, dig into the history of the house," Sam answered.
"Exactly but this time we already know what happened," Dean said.
"Yeah but how much do we know, I mean how much do you actually remember?" Sam asked.
"About that night, not much. I remember the fire, the heat then I some how managed to carry both of you out the front door," Dean answered.
"You did?" I asked.
"Yeah what you never knew that?" Dean asked me.
"No," I answered feeling a new sense of pride and protection in my eldest brother.
"And well you know dad's story as well as I do, mom was…on the ceiling and whatever put her there was long gone by the time dad found her," Dean continued.
"And he never had a theory about what did it?" Sam asked.
"If he did he kept it to himself, God knows we asked him enough times," Dean answered.
"Ok so if we are going to figure out what's going on now we have to figure out what happened back then and see if it's the same thing," Sam said.
"Yeah talk to dad's friends, neighbors, people who were there at the time," Dean added.
"Does this feel like just another job to you?" I asked.
"I'll be right back I need to go to the bathroom," Dean said as he walked around to the side of the building.
I waited a minute before deciding I probably should go to but when I walked around the corner I heard Dean on the phone with his back to me.
"Dad, I know I've left you messages before, I don't even know if you get them but I'm with Sam and Leah and we're in Lawrence and there is something in our old house. I don't know if it's the thing that killed mom or not but I don't really know what to do so whatever your doing if you could get here, please I need your help dad," he hung up the phone and turned around with unshed tears in his eyes.
"I need him here too," I said holding my own tears back as I walked over to him and hugged him tight. I was still nervous as all hell to be working this job and being back in our home town but it seemed my little panic attack released some tension if that was even possible.
He went to walk away and I surprised him by jumping on his back wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his body, he just shook his head and held onto my legs as he walked back to the car.
"What did you trade me in or something?" Sam teased as we got closer.
"Just figured I would test it out," I answered as I hopped down.
"So where do you want to start?" Dean asked getting into the car.
"I figured we could start at the body shop he used to work at," Sam answered.
It wasn't long until we pulled up in front of Guenther's Auto Repair we grabbed a few fake ID's and headed into the shop.
"So you and John Winchester used to own this shop together?" Dean asked.
"Yeah we used to along time ago, matter of fact it must be about twenty years since John disappeared. So why are the cops interested all of a sudden?" the man asked.
"We're reopening some of our unsolved cases and the Winchester disappearance is on of them," Dean answered.
"What do you want to know about John?"
"Whatever you remember you know whatever sticks out in your mind," I answered.
"He was a stubborn bastard I remember that," he laughed before continuing, "And whatever the game he hated to lose you know that old marine thing but he sure loved Mary and he doted on those kids even brought his oldest here a few times."
"But that was before the fire, did he ever talk about that night?" Sam asked.
"No not at first I think he was in shock but eventually he said something caused that fire and killed Mary."
"He ever say what did it?" Dean asked.
"Nothing did it; it was an accident an electrical shortage in the ceiling or walls. I begged him to get some help but he just got worse and worse."
"How?" I asked finding my voice again.
"He started reading these strange old books; he started going to see this palm reader in town."
"Palm reader…do you have a name?" Dean asked.
"No."
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We found a phone both on the corner of the next street and Sam flipped through the phone book looking for local psychics.
"Alright so there are a few psychics and palm readers in town, there's one named Olga Vino, there's the mysterious Mr. Fortenski, Missouri Mosley, some dude…" Sam read.
"Wait, wait Missouri Mosley, that's a psychic?" I asked cutting him off.
"Yeah I guess so," Sam answered.
I opened the back door of the Impala and grabbed dad's journal.
"Look at the first page first entry," I said opening it up and handing it to Dean.
"I went to Missouri and I learned the truth," Dean read.
"I always thought he meant the state," I said.
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The three of us sat uncomfortably in the foyer of Missouri's house as we waited for her to finish up with a client. Dean flipped through a magazine not really reading it; Sam sat staring at the coffee table while my leg jumped up and down in anxiousness.
"Would you stop you're going to put a hole in the floor," Sam said putting his hand on my knee to stop my leg.
"Sorry," I muttered as Missouri and her client appeared.
"Alright then don't you worry about a thing your wife is crazy about you," she said as she escorted him out then turned to us, "Poor bastard his woman is cold banging the gardener."
"Why didn't you tell him?" Dean asked.
"People don't come here for the truth they come for good news," she answered and started to walk into the room she came from, "Well Sam, Dean, Leah come on I don't have all day."
We all shared a look before getting up to follow her.
"Well let me look at you. You sweetheart are gorgeous and you boys are so handsome," she smiled and turned to Dean, "And you were one goofy looking kid."
I tried not to laugh but it was extremely hard especially seeing the look on Dean's face.
Then she took Sam by the hand, "Sam, oh honey I'm sorry about your girlfriend and your father he's missing?"
"How'd you know all that?" Sam asked.
"Well you were just thinking it just now," she answered.
"Where is he?" Dean asked.
"Is he ok?" I added.
"I don't know," she answered shaking her head.
"Don't know? You're supposed to be a psychic right?" Dean asked incredulously.
"Boy do you see me sawing some boney tramp in half? You think I'm a magician? I maybe able to read thoughts and sense energies in a room but I can't just pull facts out of thin air. Sit…please."
We all took a seat on the couch with me in the middle, Sam and I both trying not to laugh at Dean for just being told off.
"Boy you put your foot on my coffee table I'm going to whack you with a spoon," she remarked.
"I didn't do anything," Dean said.
"Well you were thinking about it," she replied and Sam and I had to bite our tongues again so we didn't bust out laughing.
"Ok so our dad, when did you first meet him?" Sam asked.
"He came for a reading a few days after the fire, I just told him what was really out there in the dark. I guess you could say I drew back the curtains for him."
"What about the fire, do you know about what killed our mom?" Dean asked.
"A little, your daddy took me to your house. He was hoping I could sense the echoes, the fingerprints, of this thing."
"And could you, what was it?" I asked.
"I don't know but it was evil…so you think something's back in that house."
"Definitely," Sam answered.
"I don't understand, I haven't been back inside but I've been keeping an eye on the place and it's been quiet, no sudden deaths and no freak accidents, why is it acting up now?"
"I don't know but dad going missing and Jessica dying and now this house and it all happening at once it just feels like something is starting," Sam answered.
"That's a comforting thought," I said.
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We went back to Jenny's house…our house…with Missouri.
"Sam, Dean, Leah what are you doing here?" Jenny asked as she opened the door.
"Hey Jenny this is our friend Missouri," Sam introduced.
"If it's not too much trouble we were hoping to show her the old house you know for old time's sake," Dean said.
"You know this isn't a good time I'm kind of busy," Jenny answered as she went to close the door.
"Listen Jenny it's important," Dean started until Missouri hit him upside the head, "Ow."
"Give the poor girl a break can't you see she's upset. Forgive this boy he means well he's just not the sharpest tool in the shed but hear me out."
"About what?" Jenny asked.
"About this house."
"What are you talking about?" Jenny questioned.
"I think you know what I'm talking about; you think there is something in this house, something that wants to hurt your family, am I mistaken?"
"Who are you?"
"We're people who can help, who can stop this thing but your going to have to trust us just a little."
Jenny thought about it for a second before sighing and letting us into the house. Missouri went straight up the stairs and into one of the bedrooms.
"There's a dark energy around here, this room should be the center of it," she said looking around.
"Why?" Sam asked.
"This used to be yours and Leah's nursery this is where it all happened," Missouri answered and I automatically looked at the ceiling.
Dean pulled out the EMF reader and turned it on.
"Amateur," Missouri scoffed.
I couldn't stop staring at the ceiling until Missouri walked over and put her hand on my cheek, "You need to stop worrying about that baby."
"What are you talking about?" I asked stepping back so she couldn't touch me and both brothers looked to her for answers.
"You're not going to die the same way your mother did," she replied.
I stood in shock, I kept my deepest fear to myself my whole life and some woman I had just met a few hours ago decides to tell my brothers like it's no big deal.
"They deserve to know," she said reading my mind before walking over to the closet, "I don't know if you three should be disappointed or relieved but this aint the thing that took your mom."
"Are you sure, how do you know?" Sam asked.
"It isn't the same energy I felt the last time I was here it's something different."
"What is it?" Dean asked.
"Not it…them," Missouri answered, "There's more than one spirit in this place."
"What are they doing here?" Dean asked.
"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 kid of evil leaves wounds and sometimes wounds get infected."
"I don't understand," Sam said.
"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."
"You said there was more than one spirit," I said still freaked out.
"There is I just can't quite make out the second one."
"Well one things for damn sure nobody is dying in this house ever again. So whatever is here how do we stop it?" Dean asked.
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"So what is all this stuff anyway?" Dean asked as he sprinkled some dirt onto a small cloth.
"Angelica root, cross road dirt and a few other odds and ends," Missouri replied.
"Yeah what are we supposed to do with it?" Dean asked as we sat around her dining room table.
"We're going to put them inside the walls in the north, south, east, west corners of each floor of the house."
"Punching holes in the drywall Jenny is going to love that," Dean commented.
"She'll live," Missouri said.
"And this will destroy the spirits?" Sam asked.
"It should purify the house completely."
"And you're sure it's not the thing that killed my mom?" I asked.
"I can't be one hundred percent positive but I'm pretty sure. We will each take a floor but we need to work fast once the spirits realize what we are up to things are going to get bad."
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"You know I'm not sure if I'm comfortable leaving you guys here alone," Jenny said as she carried Richie and Sari followed her out the door.
"Just take your kids to the movies or something and it will be over by the time you get back," Missouri reassured her before closing the front door.
Sam was to take the upstairs, Missouri the basement while Dean and I took the main floor.
"You know I would never let anything happen to you right?" Dean asked as he made a small hole in the wall.
Before I could answer a knife came flying at us nicking me in the arm. Dean quickly turned the table on its side and pulled me close as the rest of the knives in the kitchen hit the top of the table.
"You were saying?" I asked as I put pressure on my arm.
He quickly tossed the small bag into the hole and we heard something smash upstairs. We ran as fast as we could to where Sam was. When we got in the room he had the cord of a lamp wrapped around his neck. I tried as hard as I could to pull the cord off but it wouldn't budge. Dean picked up the small bag lying next to Sam kicked a hole in the wall and threw it in. As soon as he did that a bright light filled the house and the cord loosened so I was able to get it off of him.
"Sammy?" I asked worriedly as he leaned on me completely out of energy.
"I'm ok," he finally breathed out.
We met Missouri in the kitchen and looked around at the mess of the place.
"Leah you're bleeding," Sam said full of concern as he noticed my arm. With all the commotion I had almost forgot about it.
"Here put pressure on it I'll stitch it up when we leave," Dean said handing me a dishtowel.
"Are you sure this is over?" Sam asked Missouri.
"I'm sure, why do you ask?"
"Never mind it's nothing I guess," Sam sighed as we heard Jenny come in the front door.
"What happened?" Jenny asked as she looked around her destroyed kitchen.
"Hi sorry we will pay for all of this," Sam offered.
"Don't you worry Dean is going to clean up this mess," Missouri said and then turned to him, "Well what are you waiting for boy get the mop…and don't cuss at me."
I went to help Dean clean up but Sam stopped me saying I needed to keep pressure on my arm and he helped Dean instead. After we cleaned as much as we could we walked out with Missouri. We said our goodbyes to her and headed for the car. Dean grabbed the first aid kit out of the trunk and slid in the backseat with me as I carefully took off my long sleeved shirt.
"Doesn't look too bad but it's going to need a couple of stitches," Dean said as he cleaned out the cut.
"Do your thing," I said.
"Uhh…" he hesitated.
"What?" I asked.
"We are all out of any sort of numbing medication."
"Just do it De I didn't have anything numbing it when the knife cut me," I replied and then turned to Sam, "Come sit with me."
He opened the other door sitting beside me and held my right hand as Dean worked on my left arm. I squeezed his hand a couple of times trying not to show Dean how much it hurt because I knew he would protest to doing it without numbing it first, even in a motel room we at least had ice.
"Hey how come you never told us how scared you were?" Sam asked gently.
"Come on Sam don't you think I'm in enough pain right now we don't need to talk about it," I answered trying to brush away the question.
"But all these years…" Sam started, "I thought you just didn't care."
"What?" I yelled almost pulling my arm out of Dean's grasp, "You're kidding me right? She was my mom too Sam even if I can't remember a damn thing about her, even if all I have to go by are pictures. I think about her every fucking day and dream about what life would have been like if I grew up with a mom but that's something I will never get to know. I don't talk about it because the pain I feel in my heart hurts so much that sometimes it's unbearable so don't you ever fucking say that I don't care again."
"Le…" Sam started but was unsure of what to say, that was the most I had talked about my mom and my feelings about the whole thing.
"Are you almost done?" I asked looking back at Dean.
"If you sat still I would already be done," Dean answered as he made the closing knot and got out a piece of gauze to tape over it.
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"Alright so tell me again what are we still doing here?" Dean asked as we were parked across the street from Jenny's house.
"I don't know I just…I still have a bad feeling," Sam answered.
"Why, Missouri did her whole thing the house is clean this should be over," Dean stated.
"Yeah well probably but I just wanted to make sure is all," Sam said.
"Problem is I could be sleeping in a bed right now," Dean said as he slid down in his seat and closed his eyes.
I was still too pissed off from earlier to say anything I just vacantly stared at the house and that's when I saw Jenny screaming and banging on her bedroom window.
"Dean…Sam," I yelled as I got out of the car.
"You two get the kids I'll get Jenny," Dean yelled as we ran into the house.
I ran upstairs with Sam right behind me; I went into Richie's room and scooped him out of bed while Sam went to get Sari. Dean was having a hard time getting Jenny out of her room so Sam went downstairs to help Dean after leaving Sari in my care in the hallway. I got both of them down the stairs and I saw a figure of fire walking behind us.
"Sari take your brother outside as fast as you can, now Sari go," I yelled as I handed Richie off.
As soon as I handed him off something grabbed me by the ankles and pulled me further into the house.
"Dean! Sam!" I screamed as I unsuccessfully tried to dig my fingers into the floor to stop myself and I saw the front door slam shut.
I was finally able to stand up only to be thrown against a wall. I tried to move but I was pinned there by an invisible force. I heard Sam and Dean calling for me on the other side of the front door and them trying to kick it down. I was thrown into the opposite wall before being brought back to the wall I was previously on, it was like I was a damn pinball.
"Dean please!" I screamed through my tears, "Sammy!"
The figure of fire appeared again and started walking towards me as I heard my brothers breaking the door down with an ax. They ran to the room I was in and Dean raised his shotgun.
"No don't!" I screamed before he had a chance to pull the trigger.
"What? Why?" he yelled back.
"Because I know who it is, I can see her now," I answered with tears forming in my eyes.
"Mom?" Dean breathed out as the flames disappeared and she stood in front of us.
"Dean," she smiled as looked at him and then turned to me, "Leah," and finally walked over to Sam, "Sam, I'm sorry."
"For what?" he asked.
But she didn't answer instead she turned away from us and looked at the ceiling; "You get out of my house and let go of my daughter."
She went up in flames before disappearing and as she did I was released from the wall and caught by Dean.
"Now it's over," Sam said matching the tears I had in my eyes.
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"Thanks for these," I said as I flipped through old photos.
"Don't thank me they are yours," Jenny smiled.
"Well there are no spirits in there this time for sure," Missouri said coming out of the house and sitting on the front porch next to Sam.
"Not even my mom?" he asked.
"No."
"What happened in there?" I asked as I walked over to where they were sitting.
"Your mom's spirit and the poltergeist's energy they cancelled each other out, your mom destroyed herself going after that thing."
"Why would she do something like that?" I asked.
"To protect her kids of course," she answered and then put her hand on Sam's shoulder, "Sam I'm sorry, you sensed it was here even when I couldn't."
"What's happening to me?" Sam asked.
"I know I should have all the answers but I don't know."
"You guys ready?" Dean called over to us.
I took Sam's hand and led him to the car.
"Don't you three be strangers," Missouri called after us.
"We won't," Dean answered as we got in the car.
"He never showed," I said as we drove out of town.
"Dad?" Sam asked.
"I really thought he would but I guess I didn't need him on this," I answered and sat back in my seat.
"What are you talking about?" Dean asked.
"All this time not only have I been worried that he was hurt but I was worried that I would get hurt because he wasn't around to protect me but I was wrong, I have you two."