The Impala is parked by a payphone, where Sam flipped through a phonebook, "All right, so there are a few psychics and palm readers in town. There's someone named El Divino. There's, uh-" He laughed, "There's the Mysterious Mister Fortinsky. Uh, Missouri Moseley-"

"Wait, wait." Dean stopped, "Missouri Moseley?"

"What?"

"That's a psychic?"

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, I guess so."

"Why?" Angel pressed Dean, not thinking the name had any sort of importance to her, "Sound familiar?"

Dean went into the backseat of the car and pulled out John's journal, "In Dad's journal… here, look at this." He opened the first page, "First page, first sentence, read that."

"'I went to Missouri and I learned the truth.'"

Dean shrugged, "I always thought he meant the state."

Angel raised a brow, "But now you think he means a psychic?" At his eye she shrugged and started to get into the car, "Can't hurt to check it out."

Missouri Moseleys house…

Missouri Moseley, an older woman, escorted a man out of the house as the three Winchester siblings sat on the couch waiting for their turn.

"Alright, there. Don't you worry 'bout a thing. Your wife is crazy about you." The man thanked her and she closed the front door behind him, "Whew. Poor bastard. His woman is cold-bangin' the gardener."

Angel smirked, "Why not tell him?"

"People don't come here for the truth, darlin'. They come for good news." The three stare at her silently, "Well? Sam, Dean, Angel come on already. I ain't got all day."

As she left the room, the three of them exchanged confused and shocked looks before following her.

"Lemme look at ya." She turned and chuckled as she brought them closer, "Angel, my oh my… you really are the spittin image of your momma. So beautiful. You've grown up to look just like her, darlin." She turned, "Oh, and you boys grew up handsome, just like your daddy." She pointed a finger at Dean, "And you were one goofy-lookin' kid, too." Dean glared as Angel and Sam chuckled, "Sam." She grabbed his hand, "Oh, honey… I'm sorry about your girlfriend." The three stared at her in shock once again, "And your father- he's missin'?"

Sam gaped, "How'd you know all that?"

"Well, you were just thinkin' it just now."

Angel raised a perfectly arched brow, "So… you can read minds?"

"Skeptic?" She grinned, "Those are my favorite customers."

"Where's our dad?" Dean shifted, "Is he okay?"

"I don't know."

"Don't know? Well, you're supposed to be a psychic, right?"

"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."

Sam smirked at Dean and after a cautious look from Angel they sat down.

Missouri instantly snapped at Dean, "Boy, you put your foot on my coffee table, I'm 'a whack you with a spoon!"

Angel glared at him, "Dean."

"I didn't do anything!"

"But you were thinkin' about it."

Dean raised his eyebrows as Sam grinned, getting back to business, "Okay. So, our dad- when did you first meet him?"

"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."

"Ah." Angel mused, "So you told him what goes bump in the night?"

"Pretty much."

"What about the fire?" Dean interjected, "Do you know about what killed our mom?"

"A little. Your daddy took me to your house. He was hopin' I could sense the echoes, the fingerprints of this thing."

"And could you?"

She paused sadly before shaking her head.

Sam pressed, "What was it?"

Her voice softened, "I don't know. Oh, but it was evil." She looked up at them, "So… you think somethin' is back in that house?"

"Definitely."

Missouri frowned, "I don't understand."

"What?"

"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?"

"We don't know." Sam answered, "But Dad going missing and Jessica dying and now this house all happening at once… It just feels like something's starting."

Dean scoffed, "That's a comforting thought."

Angel smirked, "Just another thing to keep us warm at night."

Back at the Winchester House…

Angel knocked on the door of the house with Dean, Sam and Missouri behind her. Jenny answered the door looking disheveled and panicked.

She eyed the group of them warily, "Angel, Sam, Dean… What are you doing here?"

"Hey, Jenny." Sam smiled moving to the side, "This is our friend, Missouri."

"If it's not too much trouble, we were hoping to show her the old house." Angel gave her a smile as well, "You know, for old time's sake."

"You know, this isn't a good time. I'm kind of busy."

"Listen, Jenny, it's important." Dean quipped and got a quick smack in the head from Missouri, "Ow!"

"Give the poor girl a break, can't you see she's upset?" She turned to Jenny, "Forgive this boy, he means well. He's just not the sharpest tool in the shed, but hear me out."

Dean looked stunned, his siblings smirking as they were entertained but Jenny shifted uncomfortably, "About what?"

"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?"

Shock filled Jenny, "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 looked unsure but conceded, letting Missouri and the three Winchester siblings inside and leading them too Sari's bedroom, "If there's a dark energy around here, this room should be the center of it."

Sam looked around in curiosity, "Why?"

Angel's breath sped up as her gut feeling got worse and worse, "Sam this use to be your nursery. This was where mom died."

Sam glanced from his sister to the ceiling at that revelation. While Missouri and Angel looked around the room, Dean pulled out his EMF meter.

Missouri eyed it, "That an EMF?"

"Yeah."

"Amateur."

Dean glared at her again before nudging Sam and showing him that the EMF is beeping frantically.

"I don't know if you three should be disappointed or relieved, but… this ain't the thing that took your mom."

Sam's eyes snapped to Missouris, "Wait, are you sure?" She nodded, "How do you know?"

"It isn't the same energy I felt the last time I was here. It's somethin' different."

"Different how?" Angel pressed, "What is it?"

"Not it." She opened the closet, "Them. There's more than one spirit in this place."

"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."

Sam shook his head, "I don't understand."

"This place is a magnet for paranormal energy. It attracted a poltergeist. A nasty one. And it won't rest until Jenny and her babies are dead."

Angel sighed as her eyes swept the room again, "You said there was more than one spirit?"

"There is." She walked in and out of the closet, "I just can't quite make out the second one."

Deans jaw tensed, "Well, one thing's for damn sure- nobody's dying in this house ever again. So whatever is here, how do we stop it?"

Missouri's House…

The four of them sat around a table where Missouri had different herbs and roots laid out. Angel looked all of it over as she loaded her rock salt shotgun.

Then her eyes landed on Missouri's curiously who was already looking at her, "So… what is all this?"

Missouri explained, pointing to each thing, "Angelica Root, Van Van oil, crossroad dirt, a few other odds and ends."

"Yeah?" Dean asked, "What are we supposed to do with it?"

"We're gonna put them inside the walls in the north, south, east, and west corners on each floor of the house."

"We'll be punching holes in the drywall." Dean scoffed going back to loading his own shotgun, "Jenny's gonna love that."

Missouri's head came up slyly, "She'll live."

"And this'll destroy the spirits?"

"It should. It should purify the house completely."

Angle nodded as she was on board with the plan and cocked her shotgun, "Then it's worth the risk and the damage to the house for me."

"We'll each take a floor. But we work fast." As Missouri talked Dean put something in his mouth and grimaced, earning a hit in the shoulder from Angel, Missouri continued as she ignored them, "Once the spirits realize what we're up to, things are gonna get bad."

Back at the Winchester house…

Missouri walked Jenny and her kids outside, "Look, I'm not sure I'm comfortable leaving you guys here alone."

"Just take your kids to the movies or somethin', and it'll be over by the time you get back."

Jenny, still slightly unsure, got a small comforting squeeze on her arm from Angel, "Jenny, you have my word that by the time you guys come back this will all be over. I promise. You just have to trust us, okay?"

Jenny stared into her eyes for a second before nodding and leaving with her kids. Once they were off the premises, Angel and Missouri went back inside the house.

Angel took the attic as her zone while Sam got the room below her, then Dean with the kitchen and Missouri with the basement. She knelt down by the wall and began using the end of the hammer to make a hole their. While she worked, the bookshelf behind her teetered. A creek was the only warning before she turned to see the giant oak bookshelf coming straight for her from the other end of the room. She scrambled out of the way and it crumpled into a heap of wood beside her. Before she could process the attack, a coat rack slammed down next to her head but missed her by inches. She scurried from it as it repeatedly tried to attack her. Finally she was able to slam the bag Missouri gave her into a wall, ceasing the attacks.

Taking a couple breaths to steady herself she heard commotion downstairs, "The boys…"

Sprinting from the attic, she hurried downstairs to the kitchen to find it empty and then scurried to the room where Sam was supposed to be. Panic struck her when she saw him being strangled to death by a lamp cord as Dean tried to untangle it.

"Sam!"

She bolted over to them just as Dean got up and kicked a hole in the wall. He threw the bag of herbs inside causing a blinding white light to engulf the room as the spirit left the house. Once the spirit was gone, Dean ran back over to them, dropping beside Angel as she started unraveling the cord from Sam, who was now completely weak. The three of them pull each other into a fierce hug thinking about the close call they just encountered.