As the three of them walked back to the car, Sam turned, "You hear that? A figure on fire."

"And that woman, Jenny…" Dean asked, "That was the woman in your dreams?"

"Yeah."

Angel scoffed, sending a glance back at the house warily, "And you heard what she explained right? Scratching, flickering lights… all signs of a malevolent spirit."

"Forget about that." Dean abruptly dismissed Angel's worry, "I'm more freaked out that your weirdo visions are coming true, Sam."

Sam panicked, "Well, forget about that for a minute. The thing in the house, do you guys think it's the thing that killed Mom and Jessica?"

"Sam." Angel quipped, "We don't know! We don't have enough information yet!"

"Well, I mean, has it come back or has it been here the whole time?!"

"We don't know." Angel repeated slowly, "We need more information. For all we know, what we're dealing with right now is something else entirely."

"Well, those people are in danger." Sam pointed, looking at both of them intensely, "We have to get 'em out of that house."

Angel rolled her eyes, "And we will."

"No, I mean now."

"And how you gonna do that, huh?" Dean stopped him, "You got a story that she's gonna believe?"

Sam shifted, irritated, "Then what are we supposed to do?"

Local gas station…

"We just gotta chill out, that's all. All of us are… scatterbrained because we're too close to this." Dean instructed, "You know, if this was any other kind of job, what would we do?"

Sam sighed deeply, splaying his hands on the roof of the impala as Angel leaned next to him, "We'd try to figure out what we were dealing with. We'd dig into the history of the house."

"Exactly, except this time…" Angel's face held a grim look, "We already know what happened."

"Yeah, but how much do we know?" Sam turned to them with questioning eyes, "I mean, how much do you two actually remember?"

Angel instantly quieted, not wanting to say anything further. It took her years to get over the nightmares that plagued her from that night and she had a feeling this job was going to bring them back.

Dean studied the gas pump as he filled up the impala, "About that night, you mean?"

"Yeah."

"I don't remember much. I remember the fire… the heat." He paused for a moment then looked at their older sister, "And then Angel taking you and getting us out of there."

Sam looked her over, "You did?"

"Yeah…" She said softly, clearing her throat of the lump that formed, "You never knew that?"

Sam shook his head, "No."

Dean studied her, "What do you remember, Ang?"

"I don't know, boys…" She ran a hand through her hair as the memories flooded her, "I don't- I can't-"

"It's okay, Angie." Sam caught her hand and gave it a squeeze, "We're right here with you."

Taking a steadying breath she nodded, "Uh… Okay, well… i guess the first thing i remember is waking up to some creepy ass… thing in my room with bright yellow eyes."

Shock filled Dean's eyes, "You never told me that…"

She shrugged as she looked down, "I thought I was having a nightmare or something. I mean, I blinked and it was gone. A few minutes later Dad was screaming and there was smoke everywhere… I came out of my room to get Dean and that's when we saw your nursery was on fire. Dad ran out and handed you to me and told me to take you boys outside… so i did." She cleared the emotion from her throat as all the memories she's tried to black out came flooding back, "I guess it could've been some kind of benevolent evil spirit but… I dont know… It's been so long."

Dean nodded, saddening at the pain in her eyes and moving on, "Well we all know Dad's story. Mom was… was on the ceiling. And whatever put her there was long gone by the time Dad found her."

"And he never had a theory about what did it?"

"If he did, he kept it to himself." Angel answered, "Even after I told him what I saw."

Dean scoffed, "God knows we asked him enough times."

"Yellow eyes, huh?" She nodded and Sam sighed, "Okay… So, if we're gonna figure out what's going on now… we have to figure out what happened back then. And see if it's the same thing."

"Yeah." Angel nodded, "I guess we can start by talking to Dad's friends, neighbors, people who were there at the time." She looked to Dean, "Sound good?"

"Yeah."

Sam looked to them after a pause, "Does this feel like just another job to you?"

Dean said nothing and Angel swallowed before motioning, "I'll be right back. I gotta go to the bathroom."

She quickly walked away from them and turned a corner to the back of the gas station. Standing next to the bathroom door she took out her cell phone and dialed a familiar number. After making sure her brothers weren't lurking around she hit send and hoped for the best.

"This is John Winchester. If this is an emergency, call my daughter Angel at 866-907-3006 or my son Dean at 866-907-3235. One of them can help."

"Dad… I know I've been leaving you messages left and right lately and… I understand that you're busy trying to hunt the thing that…" She once again cleared her throat of emotion, "Um, well… I'm with Sam and Dean, and we're in Lawrence, of all places. Dad, there's something in our old house. Something terrible. I don't know if it's the thing that killed Mom or not, but…" Her voice broke and she paused for a second, barely keeping herself together, "I don't know what to do, Dad. I need you here to tell me what to do. Tell me if this is too dangerous for the boys- for us or whatever… or at least tell me what we're dealing with here..." Tears began trailing down her face silently, "So, whatever you're doing… Dad, if you could just get here. Please. I need your help. We need your help."

She hung up sadly, with more tears in her eyes as well as ones falling down her cheeks. Pulling herself together she wiped her face and tried to calm down before rejoining her brothers.

Guenthers Auto Repair…

The three Winchesters walked through the repair shop as they talked to one of the owners of the garage.

Angel motioned around, "So… you and John Winchester, you used to own this garage together?"

"That's right, sweetheart." He nodded, "A long time ago. Matter of fact, it must be, uh… around twenty years since John disappeared. So why the cops interested all of a sudden?"

Dean waved, "Oh, we're re-opening some of our unsolved cases, and the Winchester disappearance is one of 'em."

"Oh, well, what do you wanna know about John?"

"Whatever you remember. You know, whatever sticks out in your mind."

"Well… he was a stubborn bastard, I remember that." He chuckled, "And, uh, whatever the game, he hated to lose, you know? It's that whole Marine thing." The three of them nod, "But, oh, he sure loved Mary, and he doted on those kids."

Sam shifted, "But that was before the fire?"

"That's right."

"He ever talk about that night?"

"No, not at first." He shook his head, "I think he was in shock."

"Right. But eventually? What did he say about it?"

"Oh, he wasn't thinkin' straight. He said uh… He said somethin' caused that fire and killed Mary."

"He did?" Angel pressed, "He ever say what that thing was?"

"Nothin' did it. It was an accident- an electrical short in the ceiling or walls or somethin'. I begged him to get some help, but…"

Dean pressed, "But what?"

"Oh, he just got worse and worse."

"How?"

"Oh, he started readin' these strange old books. He started goin' to see this palm reader in town."

"Palm reader?" Deans interest was instantly perked, "Uh, do you have a name?"

The owner scoffed, "No."

Angel shrugged turning to her brothers, "Can't be hard to find in a town this small."