A/N: I hope all of my readers are staying safe and taking precautions with this nasty C-19 virus that is spreading across the country. Don't panic

and use common sense. We have had worse over the years and we will get through this one too. Take care. NC

Chapter 6

Sam began to wake and reached out trying to find the warmth that had protected him in his sleep but found it was gone. He got his eyes opened enough to see the bed was empty across from him and raised his head to look around the room for his brother. He heard water running in the bathroom and knew Dean must be taking a shower. He snuggled back down into the covers not really having a desire to get up. It wasn't long before the bathroom door opened, and Dean stepped out along with a puff of steam.

"Hey, you awake over there yet?" Dean called to his brother when he didn't see movement.

"Maybe," Sam replied his voice still rough from sleep.

"When I talked to Bobby last night, he gave me the name of someone that might can help. She's a psychic, a real one, and I thought we could maybe go see her," Dean explained as he packed his dirty clothes in his duffle. "I know we didn't talk about this yet, but it's pretty clear you've got some type of powers. And honestly Sammy, this is way out of my league bro."

"You think she can help?" Sam asked sitting slowly up in the bed and looking at his brother. He could see the concern and honesty on his face and knew Dean wasn't lying to him. He felt a warmth inside of him growing, seeing his brother was going to help him and not reject him.

"Well, it couldn't hurt anything. I know what you did to the ghouls and to me was something psychic, so if you have these powers, wouldn't it be a good idea to learn more about them?"

Sam looked down at the covers as he thought over what Dean said. He did want to understand these powers more and who better than a psychic to help him. He wasn't sure if he should tell Dean about his time at the cabin and that he was studying up on psychic powers and testing himself. "Where do we have to go?"

Dean drew in a deep breath and looked down at his feet for a moment before he could answer. "Home, Sammy. We have to go home, Lawrence, Kansas."

"Man Dean, are you sure about this? I know how you feel about that place. Didn't you say you would never go back there again?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. I can't help you Sammy, god knows I wish I could, but this is beyond any help I can give and if that's what it takes to find help for you; I'll do it."

"Thanks Dean. I'll get ready," Sam told him. He could see the conflict on Dean's face as he talked and knew this was hard for him, but he was doing it for him because he still cared about him. He wanted to help, and Sam couldn't help the tears that wet his eyes. He dug around in his duffle for clean clothes before heading into the bathroom, not wanting Dean to see his tears.

"I figure we can grab some breakfast on the way out," Dean called through the bathroom door to him.

"Sure," Sam answered clearing his throat. He finished his bathroom routine and got dressed before joining Dean in the main room. After gathering his things and packing them, he headed outside with Dean. They looked at the two cars sitting there. "I can follow you," Sam suggested not ready to give up the car he had bought yet. It gave him a sense of freedom and ownership he hadn't had before. It was a part of his new life he was starting.

"Yeah, guess that'll have to do for now," Dean replied. He didn't like the idea, but they didn't really have a choice at the moment. Maybe he could see if Bobby could contact a hunter that was near Lawrence and get him to drive Sam's car back to the salvage yard. They had no need for two cars right now and Sam seemed attached to it. Maybe it was because it gave him a sense of knowing he could leave if he chose. He couldn't take that away from him, not at this stage in the game.

Dean got into the Impala and Sam got into his car as they made ready to leave. Dean was going to lead the way and only stop when they needed gas. By his calculations, he figured they could get to Lawrence by late afternoon.

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The convenience store wasn't too crowded when Dean pulled into it and up to a pump. He got out and watched Sam pull to a pump across from him. They were on the outskirts of Lawrence and Dean could already feel it closing in on him. He tried not to show it as he got out to fill the Impala. He glanced over at Sam and saw him get out and stretch. He looked tired from the long drive and he couldn't blame him after all he'd been through.

Sam pulled to the pump and stopped. He was tired and stretched his arms over his head and couldn't stop the yawn from coming out. Even being this far away from Dean, Sam could tell Dean was uptight and nervous. Lawrence meant an entirely different thing to his brother than to him. This was the place they had been born and lived until their Mom had died in a nursery fire when he was six months old. This is where Dean's life was changed forever; where he had to become an adult in a child's body. Sam could feel his brother's mixed emotions if he concentrated slightly on him. He wondered if it was easy for him to connect with Dean because of the unusual bond that they had had all their lives. He was pulled from his thoughts when the pump clicked off his car was full. Sam pulled the nozzle from the car and replaced the cap.

"You ready to finish this?" Dean called to him.

"Yes, you think we should pick up some dinner to take with us?" Sam suggested.

"You know, that's not a bad idea. I know Bobby was going to call her to let her know we were coming. But maybe we shouldn't go empty handed," Dean agreed. "We'll stop at the diner and pick some food up."

Dean led them into town and to the diner that had been there for years. It was family owned and had been passed down in the family from father to son or daughter. They went inside and ordered takeout, Sam being sure to get some healthy food too. Once they had their food, Dean headed for Missouri's house. He went the long way to avoid seeing their old home. Dean had enough to deal with without adding another level of worry. He pulled up to the two-story house and stopped, watching in the rearview mirror as Sam stopped behind him. He let his gaze wander to the house and questioned what lay beyond the front door and if there would be help for his little brother. He jerked in his seat when Sam rapped on the window pulling him out of his thoughts.

"Are we going in or what?" Sam asked when Dean didn't get out of the car.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming," Dean fussed fumbling with the handle and finally getting out. He took the lead and walked across the street and up the walkway to the front door.

"My hands are full, ring the bell," Sam told him holding up the bags he was carrying.

Dean couldn't help the apprehension he was feeling as he punched the doorbell and listened to it ring inside the house. They waited until the door was opened by a cocoa skinned, short, middle aged woman who gave them a once over.

"My, my, haven't you two grown up into fine, handsome young men," she greeted them in a lyrical voice. "Don't just stand there, come on in. I haven't seen either of you since…Let's just say you both were babies."

"You knew our Dad, John Winchester," Dean said.

"Yes, it was such a tragedy what happened to your Momma," she sighed. "John was so lost and overcome with grief when he came to me. I opened his eyes and showed him what was behind the curtain. It changed him. He came by once or twice over the years as he continued his search for what killed her."

"We brought food for dinner," Sam offered when Dean didn't say anything and wanted to change the subject. He wanted to know about his Dad, but it just wasn't the time for that.

"How kind of you, the kitchen is back this way. I knew there was a reason I didn't cook after Bobby called me," she told them.

Sam and Dean looked at each other not sure how to take this soft spoken woman. Dean barely remembered her from his childhood and Sam had no memory of her but what had been told to him recently.

"No Dean, I don't have any cookies, but I did make a fresh peach pie, will that do?" she asked giving him a knowing look.

"How'd you..." Dean started but stopped quickly and clamped his mouth shut when he realized she had read his mind.

"Why don't we eat while it's hot," Sam offered seeing and feeling Dean's discomfort.

"There's plates and glasses in the cabinet over there Sam and silverware in the drawer by the sink Dean and I have some iced tea in the fridge if you'll get that out," Missouri told them. She opened one of the bags Sam sat on the table and began to pull containers of food out.

The brothers moved around the kitchen doing as they were asked. Sam set the table and put the silverware out that Dean laid near him. The aroma of food was making his mouth water and he quickly finished up so he could sit down ready to eat.

"Okay, well I for one am ready to eat," Dean said pouring tea and taking a seat.

"Me too," Sam agreed taking a container and spooning food onto his plate. He passed it to Missouri and accepted a glass of tea Dean offered him. "Thanks."

"I think you boys did good here," Missouri commented knowing they had chosen the right place to get takeout.

They filled their plates and began to eat, only making small talk during the meal. Each enjoyed their food and when they were done, the brothers did the dishes while Missouri put away the leftovers. When the kitchen was clean, Missouri started a pot of coffee and got out small plates for the pie. They were going to have dessert in the living room and talk.

Neither brother mentioned what was going on or why they came to see her, but she could sense Dean's worry and concern, and was surprised when she couldn't get a reading from Sam. It was like he was blocking anyone from seeing his thoughts. This told her that he had some strong powers inside of him and she wondered if he knew how powerful he could become.

A/N: I love including Missouri in my stories were I can. hope you enjoy her being included. Thank you for taking this journey with me. I do love reviews. NC