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Early in the morning Sam sat drawing a picture of a tree after having a disturbing dream the previous night. Angel was in the shower and Dean had his laptop open to search for a new case.

"Alright. I've been cruisin' some websites. I think I found a few candidates for our next gig. A fishing trawler found off the coast of Cali- its crew vanished. And, uh, we got some cattle mutilations in West Texas." Dean gave his brother a look once he realized he wasn't listening, "Hey." Sam looked up from his drawing, "Am I boring you with this 'hunting evil' stuff?"

"No." He answered too quickly as Angel came out of the bathroom fully dressed, a towel wrapped around her hair, "I'm listening. Keep going."

"Oh. Tell him about the three shots guy." Angel mumbled around the toothbrush in her mouth, "That's my favorite."

"Right." Dean pointed, "A Sacramento man shot himself in the head. Three times. Looks pretty interesting."

"Sounds pretty witchy. Always interesting."

Angel said as she nodded with interest and looked over to an extremely zoned out Sam.

She took out the toothbrush and waved her hand in his face, "Yo, Sam, what's with you? You've been like white out brain all morning. How does someone shooting themself three times in the head not get you in gear?"

Sam ignored her but studied the picture he doodled, "Wait... I've seen this."

"Seen what?" Dean asked coming over to them

Angel looked over Sam's shoulder, "A tree?"

Sam got up from the bed and went searching through his duffel bag. He found a photo of their family from when he was a baby and compared the tree in the photo to his drawing. They were exactly the same.

"Guys, I know where we have to go next."

Dean and Angel looked at each other before looking at him, "Where?"

"Back home. Back to Kansas."

Angel laughed stiffly, "You're kidding right?"

At his serious look Dean gaped at him as well, "Okay, random. Where'd that come from?"

Sam showed them the photo, "Alright, um, this photo was taken in front of our old house, right? The house where Mom died?" They nodded, "And it didn't burn down, right? I mean, not completely, they rebuilt it, right?"

Dean looked to Angel who shrugged uncomfortably, "Yeah, Sam they rebuilt it. So what?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Okay, look, this is gonna sound crazy but… the people who live in our old house- I think they might be in danger."

Angel tensed as she watched him, "Sam that doesn't make any sense."

"Why would you think that?"

"Uh… it's just, um…" He looked nervous and tight lipped as he skipped over the truth, "Look, just trust me on this, okay?"

He started to walk away but Dean and Angel followed him, not dropping the subject.

"Wait, whoa, whoa…" Dean scoffed incredulously, "Trust you?"

"Yeah."

"No, no, no," Angel quipped, "You don't get to go all Sixth Sense weird with the death house and say to 'trust you' without some more information buddy. That's not how this is working."

"Yeah." Dean agreed, "Come on, man, that's weak. You gotta give us a little bit more than that."

"I can't really explain it is all."

"Well, tough." Dean stated coldly, motioning between he and Angel who now had the toothbrush back in her mouth but was staring at her youngest brother incredulously, "We're not goin' anywhere until you do."

Sam sighed, sealing his lips. They waited expectantly, their eyes boring into his.

He rolled his eyes, "I have these… nightmares."

Dean nodded, "I've noticed."

"We both have." Angel agreed, spitting out the last of the toothpaste and rinsing the brush, "You're pretty loud."

"Well sometimes…" He motioned, "They come true."

Angel's face scrunched up, confused, "Uh… what?"

Dean also looked stunned, "Come again?"

"Like Deja Vu, little brother?"

"No." He took a steadying breath, "Look… I dreamt about Jessica's death- for days before it happened."

"So you think you have premonitions…" Angel nodded, trying to understand but it wasn't all that easy, "That's what this… tree in front of our house is about?"

Dean shook his head as he sat on the bed, "Sam, people have weird dreams, man. I'm sure it's just a coincidence."

"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, about our house, and about some woman inside screaming for help." His eyes pleaded with them, "I mean, that's where it all started, guys, this has to mean something, right?"

Angel quieted as she leaned on the wall, not looking at him. She was afraid if she did, emotion would spill out. Emotion she didn't really want to open and deal with at the moment.

Dean also looked over at him overwhelmed, "I don't know."

Sam moved so sit in between them at the table, "What do you mean you don't know? Guys this woman might be in danger. I mean, this might even be the thing that killed Mom and Jessica!"

"We don't know that, Sam." Angel snapped, "We don't know anything, anything about whatever the hell you've got in your head, little b." She pierced him with a stare, "I mean you kept this from us for how long? That you've got some big bad ass shining power? And now you wanna run back home too? I'm not going back there. I- i can't…"

"Yeah…" Dean scoffed, earning Sam's attention, "Especially when…"

Sam eyed him, "When what?"

"We both swore we'd never step foot back there. Not after the fire… and mom…" Angel finished sadly, averting her eyes for fear of the tears that might betray her, "Sam… you didn't see what happened. You were a baby. Dean and i… we saw everything. It's a lot to go back to."

"Look, guys, we have to check this out." Sam pressed softly, "I know it's hard after everything that's happened, after losing mom, but… we need to make sure."

Dean's pained expression stayed on his face but he nodded nonetheless, "Yeah… I guess we do…"

Angel shook her head, not liking this one bit but now she was outnumbered, "Lets just make it quick."

At the Winchester house…

Sam looked at his siblings as they pulled up to the familiar house, "You two gonna be alright?"

Dean and Angel painfully looked at one another before the latter spoke, "Rain check on that answer."

Sam got out first and Dean looked back at his older sister, recognizing that all too familiar grim look in her eye, "You alright Ang?"

"No." She sighed as she shook her head, "But we're here anyway so we might as well get it over with."

They got out of the car and knocked on the front door. Jenny, the young blond from Sam's dream answered politely. Sam was momentarily shocked by her but the other two Winchesters dont recognize her. They do however note Sam's demeanor and recognition.

She looks at them expectantly, "Yes?"

Dean started, "Sorry to bother you, ma'am, but we're with the Federal-"

"I'm Sam Winchester, and this is my brother, Dean and my sister, Angel." Sam quickly interrupted, "We used to live here. You know, we were just driving by, and we were wondering if we could come see the old place."

"Winchester…" She repeated with a smile, "Yeah, that's so funny. You know, I think I found some of your photos the other night."

"You did?"

She nodded as she stepped aside, "Come on in. I'm Jenny."

The four of them go to the kitchen where two kids were occupied. One with doing homework and the other in a playpen.

"Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice!"

"That's Ritchie. He's kind of a juice junkie." She took a sippy cup out of the refrigerator and handed it to him, "But, hey, at least he won't get scurvy."

Angel laughed and waved back when Richie waved to her, "He's adorable."

"Thanks." Jenny walked over to the other child, "Sari, this is Sam, Angel and Dean. They used to live here."

Sari looked up, "Hi."

Dean waved, Angel smiled and Sam nodded, "Hey, Sari."

Dean turned to Jenny, "So, you just moved in?"

"Yeah, from Wichita."

"You got family here, or…?"

"No. I just, uh…" She looked away, "Needed a fresh start, that's all. So, new town, new job- I mean, as soon as I find one. New house."

Angel nodded as she idled around. Her eyes swept over the house, each thing bringing back memories of her childhood. Sadness filled her as she thought of her mother but she tried to push it down.

"So…" Angels eyes finally met Jennys, "Do you love it?"

She laughed tightly, "Well, uh, all due respect to your childhood home- I mean, I'm sure you had lots of happy memories here…" Angel smiled weakly, "But this place has its issues."

Sam eyed her, curious, "What do you mean?"

"Well, it's just getting old. Like the wiring, you know? We've got flickering lights almost hourly."

"Flickering lights huh?"

Angel repeated as she shared a look with Sam and Dean.

Deans jaw tensed, "That's too bad. What else?"

"Um… sinks backed up, there's rats in the basement…" She paused, "I'm sorry. I don't mean to complain."

"No, it's fine." Dean wasn't offended so he quickly dismissed her apology, "Have you seen the rats or have you just heard scratching?"

"It's just the scratching, actually."

"Mom?" Sari called and Jenny knelt down next to her, "Ask them if it was here when they lived here."

Sam knelt, "What, Sari?"

"The thing in my closet."

"Oh, no, baby, there was nothing in their closets." She looked up to the three of them expectantly, "Right?"

"Right." Angel smiled tightly, "No, no, of course not."

"She had a nightmare the other night."

"I wasn't dreaming. It came into my bedroom- and it was on fire."

At that revelation all three of them tensed with shock.