Dean and Sam are standing in front of their childhood house in Lawrence, Kansas arguing about their next course of action. Sam, convinced whatever is in the house is the same entity that killed Mary two decades ago. Dean, apprehensive and experiencing flashbacks of the night their mother was killed doesn't know what to do but is trying to hide it. Neither of them noticed the beat up black pick-up truck that has parked across the street, nor the pale girl with strawberry blonde hair in a leather jacket with a hand gun tucked into her jeans and a knife strapped to her belt that gets out. "Then what are we suppose to do?" Sam asks staring at his older brother.
"What are we suppose to do about what?" Dean and Sam turn at the same time. Sam raises an eyebrow at the girl who seems uncomfortably familiar. He stutters for a moment, trying to place her. Dean, however, recognizes her immediately. She looks too much like his mother to be anyone else.
"Jamie?" Dean spits out, taking a step forward. "Is it really you?"
"I hope so." She replies with a grin before almost tackling Dean. She wraps her arms around his neck as though she'll never let go. "Dean." Dean smiles for the first time since this hunt began. He holds the sister he thought he'd never see again close to his chest, his big brother instincts quickly awakened as he takes her in.
"Jamie." Sam finally says when Dean releases the girl so he can look at her, really look at her. He sees his mother in her eyes and her face. It's so intense it almost scares him, but he doesn't want her to move, he doesn't want anything to move, he just wants to keep looking at the sister he hasn't seen in 14 years. "Jamie?" Sam says again.
"Hey Sammy." She says with a tearful laugh. A second later and she's in his arms, hugging her twin for all he's worth, despite the fact he's a good foot taller than her.
"How did you find us?" Dean finally asks, when they're all in the impala on the way to the gas station. "I tried to track you down for two months. You were always a state ahead of me."
"I don't know, honestly. I was at Bobby's and then I just…I just knew." She twists around in her seat to look at Sam. "It was like I connected with Sam for a minute and I could hear his voice in my head. And I knew."
"Woah. Does that happen to you often?"
"Just the last couple of months, why?"
"Because I've had two really strange dreams the last couple of months. One of Jess's death and one of Jenny's."
"Jess and Jenny?"
"Jess was his girlfriend and Jenny is the mom living in our old house." Dean answers and Jamie nods.
"So you have The Shining?" Jamie asks and for the second time Dean forgets the emotion and devastation and uncertainty surrounding the hunt and allows himself to laugh at reaction of his little sister that mirrored his own.
"So anyway, what are we gonna do, Dean?" Sam and Jamie follow Dean out of the Impala. Dean sighs and looks at the two of them.
"We just gotta chill out, that's all. You know, if this was any other kind of job, what would we do?" Jamie crosses her arms and glances between her brothers, but Sam sighs.
"We'd try to figure out what we were dealin' with. We'd dig into the history of the house."
Dean nods. "Exactly, except this time, we already know what happened." Sam goes over and leans against the car. Jamie walks over and stands on Dean's other side.
"Yeah, but how much do we know? I mean, Dad never talked about it much when I was around."
"He didn't after you were gone either. Dean, how much do you actually remember?"
"About that night, you mean?" Dean looks at Sam.
"Yeah."
"Not much. I remember the fire…the heat." Dean pauses for a moment. "And then I carried you two out the front door."
"You did?" Sam asks softly.
"Both of us?" Jamie looks at Sam and then to Dean.
"Yeah, what, you two never knew that?"
Sam and Jamie both shake their heads. "No."
"And, well, you know Dad's story as well as I do. Mom was….was on the ceiling. And whatever put her there was long gone by the time Dad found her." Dean finishes.
"And he never had a theory about what did it?" Jamie asks.
"If he did, he kept it to himself. God knows we asked him enough times." Dean explains, turning around and leaning on the Impala. He puts his arm around his sister's shoulders. Jamie frowns.
"Okay. So, if we're gonna figure out what's goin' on now…we have to figure out what happened back then. And see if it's the same thing." Sam reasons. Jamie nods.
"Yeah. We'll talk to Dad's friends, neighbors, people who were there at the time. Someone has to still be around here, right?" Jamie leans slightly into Dean.
Sam pauses before saying anything. "Does this feel like just another job to you?"
Dean and Jamie are quiet for a moment and then Jamie speaks up. "Four years of hunting and I've never been this close to the guys I was hunting with. I hope I can do this."
Dean sighs. "I'll be right back. I gotta go to the bathroom." He walks away.
Sam looks at Jamie and reaches out and puts his hand on around her neck. After a moment she gets off the Impala and follows after Dean. She leans against the corner, listening to Dean talk on his phone. "I'm with Sam and Jamie if you can believe that. And we're in Lawrence. And there's somethin' in our old house. I don't know if it's the thing that killed Mom or not, but…." Dean's voice breaks and Jamie resists the urge to go to him. He pauses, barely keeping himself together. "I don't know what to do." He begins to cry. "So, whatever you're doin', if you could get here. Please. I need your help, Dad." He hangs up sadly, with tears in his eyes. He turns around and sees Jamie standing there, he takes a step back surprised to see her. She walks forward and reaches out to him, wrapping her arms around his torso. "Jamie." He says softly.
"I'm here, Dean, I'm gonna help you find this thing. I swear it."
Jamie waits in the Impala when Dean and Sam go in to talk to the garage owner their father used to work with. She's found John's journal and is reading through it, curled up in the backseat when Dean and Sam finally come back. "Please tell me you have a lead."
"Well we've got something. Dad went to a palm reader after Mom was killed." Dean tells her as he and Sam get in. Dean drives to the nearest payphone and Sam gets out. Dean and Jamie get out and lean against the Impala.
"So a palm reader?" Jamie goes over and stands beside Sam, looking at the phone book.
"Yeah. Well, there are a few psychics and palm readers in town. There's someone named El Divino. There's, uh…"Sam laughs. "there's the Mysterious Mister Fortinsky. Uh…"
Jamie stops him from flipping the page. "Wait go back. Missouri Moseley."
"Wait, wait. Missouri Moseley?" Dean asks, going to look at the book as well.
"What?" Sam asks, looking at Jamie and Dean.
"That's a psychic?" Dean asks.
"Uh, yeah. Yeah, I guess so." Sam says. Jamie is already going into the backseat of the car and pulls out John's journal.
"Dean, here." She puts the journal into Dean's hands.
"In Dad's journal…here, look at this." He opens to the first page. "First page, first sentence, read that." He holds it up for Sam.
"I went to Missouri and I learned the truth." Sam reads.
"I always thought he meant the state." Dean remarks with a slight smile. Jamie snickers.
The three of them end up on the couch, waiting as a middle age African American woman leads an elderly man out. "All right, there. Don't you worry 'bout a thing. Your wife is crazy about you." The siblings watch as the man thanks her and she closes the front door behind him. "Whew. Poor bastard. His woman is cold-bangin' the gardener." She says as she turns to the three of them.
"Why didn't you tell him?" Dean asks.
"People don't come here for the truth. They come for good news." She tells them. The three siblings look at each other and then back at her. "Well? Sam, Jamie, and Dean, come on already, I ain't got all day." She leaves the room. A confused looks passes between them and they follow her into the next room. "Well, lemme look at ya." She laughs. "Oh, Jamie you're so beautiful, just like your mother. And my, you boys grew up handsome." She points a finger at Dean. "And you were one goofy-lookin' kid, too." Dean glares at her while Sam smirks and Jamie snickers." Sam." She grabs his hand. "Oh, honey…I'm sorry about your girlfriend." The siblings are shocked. "And your father –- he's missin'?"
"How'd you know all that?" Sam asks her.
"Well, you were just thinkin' it just now." Missouri tells him. Sam raises his eyebrows, surprised.
Dean takes the opportunity to try and find out about their father's whereabouts. "Well, where is he? Is he okay?"
"I don't know." She answers truthfully. She looks at Jamie. Jamie stares back at her.
"Don't know? Well, you're supposed to be a psychic, right?" There's a hint of disgust in Dean's voice.
"Boy, you see me sawin' some bony tramp in half? You think I'm a magician? I may be able to read thoughts and sense energies in a room, but I can't just pull facts out of thin air. Sit, please." She tells them. Sam smirks at Dean and they sit down with Jamie in between them. Missouri snaps at Dean. "Boy, you put your foot on my coffee table, I'm 'a whack you with a spoon!"
Dean looks shocked. "I didn't do anything."
"But you were thinkin' about it." She tells him. Jamie smirks. Dean raises his eyebrows. Sam smiles, more than thrilled to hear a woman put Dean in his place.
"Okay. So, our dad –- when did you first meet him?" It's Sam who asks. Jamie stays silent.
Missouri begins her story. "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?" Jamie finally speaks.
"Do you know about what killed our mom?" Dean asks. Jamie reaches over and puts her hand on Dean's knee.
Missouri nods. "A little. Your daddy took me to your house. He was hopin' I could sense the echoes, the fingerprints of this thing."
Sam looks interested. "And could you?"
"I…." She starts to answer and then shakes her head.
"What was it?" Sam finally asks.
"I don't know. Oh, but it was evil." Missouri tells them softly. " So…you think somethin' is back in that house?"
"Definitely." Sam answers.
"I don't understand."
"What?" Jamie raises an eyebrow.
"I haven't been back inside, but I've been keepin' an eye on the place, and it's been quiet. No sudden deaths, no freak accidents. Why is it actin' up now?" Missouri looks at them intently.
"I don't know. But Dad going missing and Jessica dying and finding Jamie and now this house all happening at once…it just feels like something's starting." Sam tells her.
"Oh my god." Jamie sighs and closes her eyes.
"That's a comforting thought." Dean puts his hand on Jamie's.
"So if we take you to the house, do you think you can figure out what's going on?" Jamie asked, squeezing Dean's hand.
Missouri nods. "I can try."
"I hope this works." Sam glances at Jamie as she knocks on the door. They wait patiently for Jenny to answer. A few moments later she opens the door. "Sam, Dean. What are you doing here?" She notices Jamie right away.
"Hey, Jenny. This is our sister, Jamie, and our friend, Missouri." Sam explains pointing to each of them in turn. Jamie smiles at Jenny.
"If it's not too much trouble, we were hoping to show her the old house. You know, for old time's sake." Dean tells her, trying to smile.
Jenny hesitates for a moment. "You know, this isn't a good time. I'm kind of busy."
Jamie puts her hand to her temple. "Something to happened." She whispers.
Dean looks at her and then at Jenny. "Listen, Jenny, it's important." Missouri smacks him on the back of the head. "Ow."
"Give the poor girl a break, can't you see she's upset?" Missouri chides. "Forgive this boy, he means well, he's just not the sharpest tool in the shed, but hear me out." Dean looks stunned. Jamie leans against him.
"About what?" Jenny asks.
"About this house."
"What are you talking about?"
"I think you know what I'm talking about. You think there's something in this house, something that wants to hurt your family. Am I mistaken?" Missouri waits for Jenny's reply.
Jenny looks stuned. "Who are you?"
"We're people who can help, who can stop this thing. But you're gonna have to trust us, just a little." Jenny looks unsure.
A few moments later, Missouri, Jamie, and the boys are in Sari's bedroom. Jamie is rubbing her temple again.
"If there's a dark energy around here, this room should be the center of it." Missouri tells them.
"Why?" Sam asks.
"This was our nursery, Sam. Isn't that right, Missouri? This is where it all happened?" Jamie looks extremely uneasy.
"Very good, Jamie. There's hope for you, yet." Missouri tells her. Sam glances at the ceiling. While Missouri looks around the room, Dean pulls out his EMF meter. Jamie looks over at him. "That an EMF?"
"Yeah."
"Amateur."Dean glares at her. He nudges Sam and shows him that the EMF is beeping frantically. "I don't know if you kids should be disappointed or relieved, but this ain't the thing that took your mom."
"Wait, are you sure?" Sam asks her. She nods. "How do you know?"
Missouri sighs. "It isn't the same energy I felt the last time I was here. It's somethin' different."
"What is it?" Dean asks.
"Not it." Missouri opens the closet. Jamie practically jumps into Dean's arms. "Them. There's more than one spirit in this place."
Dean looks at his sister. "Jumpy?" Jamie moves away from him. "What are they doing here?"
"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 kind of evil leaves wounds. And sometimes, wounds get infected." Missouri explains.
Sam wrinkles his brow. "I don't understand."
Missouri explains. "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." Sam looks at her.
"There is." Jamie answers. She puts both hands on her temples. Dean reaches over and puts his arm around her.
"You can sense it too, Jamie. That's what is causing the headaches. I just can't quite make out the second one."
Dean rubs his sister's shoulder. "Well, one thing's for damn sure nobody's dyin' in this house ever again. So whatever is here, how do we stop it?"
Back at Missouri's house, the four of them are sitting around a table. Jamie is holding an ice pack to her forehead. On the table are different herbs and roots.
Dean's eyes glance around the table. "So, what is all this stuff, anyway?"
Missouri smiles. "Oh, Angelica Root, Van Van oil, crossroad dirt, a few other odds and ends."
Dean looks skeptical. "Yeah? What are we supposed to do with it?"
"We're gonna put them inside the walls in the north, south, east, west corners on each floor of the house." Missouri answers.
"We'll be punchin' holes in the dry wall. Jenny's gonna love that." Dean remarks. Jamie smirks.
"She'll live."
"And this'll destroy the spirits?" Sam asks.
She nods. "It should. It should purify the house completely. We'll each take a floor. But we work fast. Once the spirits realize what we're up to, things are gonna get bad."
Back at the Winchester house Sam goes into one of the rooms with a hammer. He kneels down by the wall and begins using the end of the hammer to hit against the walls. While he is doing this, a plug on the other side of the room takes itself out of the outlet. A lamp begins to move on its own also. The plug snakes its way towards Sam. Downstairs in the kitchen, Dean is punching the wall with a small ax. Jamie is standing beside him holding the bag of herbs. Behind them, a drawer begins to open on its own. In the basement, Missouri is looking around. She brings a bag full of herbs to the wall. She hears a noise and turns around to see a table coming towards her. She screams as it pins her against the wall. Back in the kitchen, Dean and Jamie also hear a noise. Dean grabs Jamie and pulls her down just as a knife hurls itself into a cabinet. Jamie grabs a table and she and Dean place in front of themselves as more knives come through it. Upstairs, Sam is chopping a hole in the wall. The lamp crashes to the ground. Sam turns around to see what the noise was, and the cord wraps itself around his neck. Sam falls to the ground, trying to get the cord off. Eventually, he lays weak on the floor. Dean and Jamie run upstairs and into the room.]
"Sam, no!" Jamie yells. She and Dean rush over to Sam. While Jamie tries to get the cord off, Dean kicks a hole in the wall and places the bag of herbs inside. A blinding white light leaves the room. Once the spirit is gone, Dean goes back over to Jamie and Sam, who is completely weak. Dean and Jamie unravels the cord from around Sam's neck and pull him into a fierce hug. "I thought I was going to lose you." Jamie says exactly what Dean is thinking.
A few hours later, Dean, Sam, Jamie, and Missouri are standing in the extremely messy kitchen.
"You sure this is over?" Sam asks.
Missouri nods. "I'm sure. Why? Why do you ask?"
"Never mind." He sighs. "It's nothin', I guess."
"Jenny's home." Jamie says. They hear Jenny enter the house.
"Hello? We're home." Jenny comes into the kitchen and looks around. "What happened?"
Sam looks sheepishly. "Hi, sorry. Um, we'll pay for all of this." Dean looks confused. Jamie looks at Dean.
Missouri smirks. "Don't you worry. Dean's gonna clean up this mess." Dean stands there, not moving. "Well, what are you waiting for, boy? Get the mop." He begins walking away. "And don't cuss at me!" Dean walks away, muttering under his breath. Jamie smirks, crossing her arms and looking over at Sam. A little while later, Missouri, Jamie, and the boys leave the house. Jenny waves and shuts the door behind them.
Later that night Dean, Jamie, and Sam are sitting in the car. Sam and Jamie both look nervous and uncertain. Dean looks annoyed. "All right, so, tell me again, what are we still doin' here?" He looks at his younger siblings.
"I don't know. I just…I still have a bad feeling." Sam answers.
"I have an even worse feeling. Ow." She puts her hands to the sides of her head.
Dean looks confused. "Why? Missouri did her whole Zelda Rubenstein thing, the house should be clean, it should be over."
"I just wanna make sure, that's all." Sam says. Jamie shakes her head.
"Yeah, well, problem is I could be sleeping in a bed right now. Jamie, are you okay?" Not waiting for an answer Dean slides down in his seat and closes his eyes.
"Sam." Jamie reaches out and shakes Sam's shoulder. She points up. Sam looks up at Jenny's bedroom window and sees her screaming, just as in his dream. "Dean!" Jamie shakes his shoulder as well.
"Look, Dean!" Sam points. They rush out of the car and run towards the house.
"Sam, Jamie, you grab the kids, I'll get Jenny." Dean orders. Jamie grabs Sam's hand as they rush inside.
"You get the baby, I'll get the girl." Sam tells Jamie as they hurry upstairs. Jamie runs into Ritchie's room and grabs him. She carries him across the hall. Sam goes to Sari's bedroom, where she is screaming for help.
"Sam hurry!" Jamie says as she's running towards the room.
Sam goes to Sari's bed and picks her up. "Don't look. Don't look!" He tells her. Sam and Jamie rush down the stairs and puts the kids down on the floor.
"All right, Sari, take your brother outside as fast as you can, and don't look back." Jamie tells her, putting her brother into her arms. Suddenly, an invisible force makes Sam fall to the floor. He slides backwards into another room, crashing into a table. "Sam!" Jamie yells. Sari screams. "Sari go! Go!" Jamie yells as an invisible force throws her against the wall. Sari runs outside with Ritchie. They rush outside to Dean and Jenny. Dean kneels down to Sari's eye level.
"Sari, where's Sam and Jamie?"
Sari is crying. "They're inside. Something's got them." Panicked, Dean looks at the front door. It slams shut on its own. Dean rushes to the street and opens the trunk of the Impala and grabs a rifle and an ax. He rushes to the front door and begins chopping away at it. Inside the kitchen, Jamie is knocked out cold through the partially busted wall. The fire figure moves toward her. Sam gets flung into a set of cabinets. He stands up and is pinned against the wall by the invisible force. He can't move any part of his body. The fire figure makes its way towards Sam. Dean continues chopping down parts of the door. Eventually, he makes a hole that he is able to step through. He walks through the house, looking for Sam and Jamie.
"Sam? Jamie?" He sees Jamie unconscious on the ground. "Jamie." He kneels down beside her. She coughs and opens her eyes. "Where's Sam."
"Uh." Jamie moans in pain and points to where Sam is. Dean walks over. As he looks at the fire figure, he raises his gun.
"No, don't! Don't!" Sam screams.
Dean looks shocked and confused. "What, why?"
"Because I know who it is. I can see her now." Sam tells him.
Suddenly, the fire vanishes. Instead, standing in front of them is Mary Winchester, exactly as she was the night she died. Dean's expression softens. In shock, he lowers his gun slowly. "Mom?"
Mary smiles and steps closer to him. "Dean." Tears form in Dean's eyes. Mary walks away from him and goes to Jamie. Jamie suddenly feels stronger and is able to stand up. "Jamie, baby girl." Mary says quietly to her before going over to Sam. Dean watches her, never taking his eyes off her. "Sam." Sam smiles weakly, crying. His mother's smile fades. "I'm sorry."
"For what?" Sam asks. She looks at him sadly, but says nothing. She walks away from them and looks up at the ceiling.
"You get out of my house. And let go of my son." Mary commands. Once again, she bursts into flames. When she is entirely engulfed, the fire reaches the ceiling and disappears. The force holding Sam to the wall is released. Dean goes over and puts one of Jamie's arms over his shoulder. Sam walks over to Dean and does the same with Jamie's other arm, and the three of them look at each other, stunned.
"Now it's over." Jamie says. Sam nods.
The next morning, Dean is standing by the car with Jenny, looking through old photos. "Thanks for these." He tells her.
"Don't thank me, they're yours." Dean puts the trunk of photos into the car.
Jamie is leaning against the broken wall when Missouri comes downstairs. "It's over isn't it?"
"For now." Missouri answers. "How are you feeling?"
"Nothing a good night's sleep won't heal." She pauses. "My ability…do you think it will keep growing like this or is it because I'm here and with my brothers?"
"I think there is still much left in your future." She and Missouri walk out of the house to join Sam whose sitting on the front steps of the house.
"Well, there are no spirits in there anymore, this time for sure." Missouri tells him.
"Not even my mom?" Sam asks her. Jamie looks away.
"No."
"What happened?"
"Your mom's spirit and the poltergeist's energy, they cancelled each other out. Your mom destroyed herself goin' after the thing." Missouri explains to them.
Sam looks down. "Why would she do something like that?"
"For us." Jamie answers.
Missouri nods. " To protect her kids, of course." Sam nods, with tears in his eyes. He puts his arm around Jamie. Missouri goes to put her hand on his shoulder, but she stops herself. "Sam, Jamie, I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"You sensed it was here, didn't you? Even when I couldn't."
"What's happening to me?" Sam pauses, looking at his twin. "To us."
"I know I should have all the answers, but I don't know." Missouri tells him.
"Jamie, Sam, you ready?" Sam nods and helps Jamie up. They go to the car. Jenny thanks all of them.
"Don't you kids be strangers now." Missouri tells them.
"We won't." Dean tells her.
"See you around." Missouri leaves. Jenny waves.
Dean and Sam turn to Jamie whose fishing around for the keys to her pick-up truck. "So…is this goodbye?" Dean asks, looking at his little sister.
"You don't have to go, you know. You can come with us." Sam tells her.
Jamie looks up at them and smiles. "I think it's best if I stay out of your way. Until you need me again. Don't know worry, I know how to find you." She taps her temple. She turns away but then stops. "Just in case." She takes a piece of paper out of her pocket and scribbles down her cellphone number. "Here." Dean takes the piece of paper and then hugs her. "I love you Dean."
"You too." He tells her.
Sam hugs her. "You gonna be okay to drive back to…"
"Ohio. For the moment, anyway. Until something else comes up."
"Oh, here." Sam looks around for a piece of paper. Jamie hands him her cellphone. He grins and starts pressing buttons. He hands it back to her. "Mine and Dean's. Call us if you need a hand or two."
"I love you too, Sam." She tells him. He and Dean both place a hand on her shoulders. They share a hug and then go their separate ways.