Chapter 12

Sam rang the doorbell of their old house and stepped back waiting for someone to answer the door. He looked down when Elise pulled the door open and looked up at them.

"Hi Elise, remember us?" Sam asked giving her a small smile.

"You used to live here," she said shyly as she leaned her head back to look up at him.

"Honey, who's at the door?" Cameron asked hurrying to her side. "Hello, good to see you again," he greeted them and looked curiously to Missouri.

"This is a college of ours, Missouri Moseley. She's going to help check the house out," Sam offered.

"Hello there, young man," Missouri greeted him in her soft spoken voice.

"Come in, we're about ready to go. Are you sure about this? I could stay and help."

"No, no, its best if we have the house to ourselves to work. Go enjoy some time with your family," Dean replied.

"We're ready Cameron," Maggie said. She had a diaper bag over her shoulder and Clint in her arms.

"We'd better go then, the movie will be starting soon," he said ushering his family from the house.

"We need to hurry, when it figures out what we are doing it will be very angry," Missouri told them.

After they were sure the family was gone and safe, the three split up to start putting the hex bags in the four compass points of the house.

Missouri headed to the basement and found an opening in the wall to put the bag before turning to head by upstairs. She was stopped by an old desk being pushed at her. "Begone you vile entity!" she spat waving her hand and tossing a special powder into the air to ward herself from its powers. She took the other bag and made her way to the opposite end of the house to stow the bag before heading upstairs to check on the boys.

Dean went into the kitchen and looked around, getting his bearings so he knew where the bag should go. He pulled out a hammer and tapped it on the wall inside a cabinet trying to find a hollow spot when things began to rattle around the kitchen. He turned in time to see knives, silverware, anything sharp hovering in the air before they were being thrown at him. He was quick enough to grab a wooden table and put it between himself and the flying objects. They impaled the table, none hitting Dean, which he was thankful. He turned back and quickly made the hole to drop the bag into the wall. Once it was done, he went in search for his brother.

Sam headed upstairs and walked down the hall glancing into each room. He stopped at the one that was his nursey and looked into it and up at the ceiling. Knowing he couldn't waste time, Sam went down to the last bedroom and went inside. He looked around and went to the far wall to make a hole. He didn't see the jump rope that was slowly slipping across the floor toward him. He sensed it, but by the time he turned, the rope tightened around his neck cutting off his air. Sam gasped and tried to cry out as he clawed at the rope, feeling his lungs starting to burn.

"Dean!" he screamed in his mind as blackness started to overpower him. He didn't hear the rushing of pounding feet as Dean ran into the room and tried to pull the rope from his neck.

Dean staggered when his name echoed in his head and knew Sam was in trouble. He ran up the steps and down the hall to find him on the floor, his face turning red and a jump rope around his neck. He tried to unwrap it or loosen it but had no luck. Dean picked up the bag and kicked a hole in the wall, throwing the bag inside.

"Now Missouri! Now!" he screamed as loudly as he could.

Missouri heard his panicked cry and began to recite the spell. She had put the last bag in the wall and was waiting for the signal. As the last words were said, a huge burst of energy exploded through the house cleansing it of the spirit. The wave rocked the house, knocking books, figurines, papers, and other items to the floor before it suddenly became eerily quiet.

"Sammy, hey dude, you gotta breath!" Dean urged his brother as he jerked the rope from his neck and watched as Sam finally drew in a raspy, hoarse breath. "That's it bro, you're okay," Dean sighed hugging him to his chest as Sam drew more air into his starved lungs. He grabbed his face and turned it so he could see Sam's eyes to know if he was okay.

"'ky," Sam wheezed out, his throat sore and burning as he tried to swallow. He gently rubbed his neck where the red welt from the rope stood out against his white skin.

"Let's get you out of here," Dean told him helping him up onto unsteady legs. He guided Sam out the door and down the hall, only giving the room that was Sam's nursey a glance as they went by it. He was too concerned about his brother to let those memories stop him.

"Is it over?" he asked Missouri once they got downstairs.

"Sam are you alright?" she questioned when she saw his tear stained face and heard his labored breathing.

He nodded yes not sure he could speak yet.

"Alright, Dean did you bring the spackle to patch the holes we made?"

"Yeah. Sammy sit here while I take care of the holes," Dean ordered him. "I'll bring you some water first. Don't move!"

Sam gave him a bitch face but did as he was told and sat down in a chair in the living room. He gladly accepted the cup of water and winced when he took the first sip and tried to swallow it. It took several attempts to get it swallowed but the coldness seemed to help. He looked around the room trying to sense if the spirit was really gone. He wasn't sure why he still felt uneasy, but Missouri seemed at ease.

"Lands sake child what did you do in here?" Missouri asked when she saw the state of the kitchen. She started picking things up and replacing them in the cabinets and found a broom to sweep up what she could.

"Wasn't my fault," Dean fussed. He got the hole patched in the cabinet and headed upstairs to fix the one in the bedroom. It took a little longer since he had kicked it bigger to get the bag inside. Once it was fixed as best he could, Dean gathered the tools and stepped from the room. He went down the hall and paused this time at the bedroom door that was Sam's nursey. He looked inside seeing different furniture, but picturing the crib, rocking chair and changing table that used to be in there. He couldn't stop his gaze from going to the ceiling and fought the tears that wet his eyes. He wiped a hand across his face before continuing downstairs.

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"We're back," Cameron called as he opened the front door and looked around. He was carrying Elise who was asleep and laid her on the couch and Maddie settled Clint beside her so they could talk to the brothers and Missouri.

"Hope you had a good time," Missouri said. "There was a little mess in the kitchen, but Dean and I got most of it cleaned up."

"Is everything okay now?" Maddie asked looking around at things that were disturbed.

"I believe so, I have blessed the house so I think things will be fine."

"Thank you," Cameron told them, shaking their hands.

"We should go," Dean said. He wanted to get Sam back to Missouri's so he could lay down.

"Goodbye," Cameron and Maddie said, giving a final wave.

Dean gave a wave back and steered Sam out and to the Impala. He waited for Missouri to get in back before cranking her and driving away.

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"You are to lay down and rest," Dean stated as Missouri opened the door to her house to let them in. "No talking either," he added when Sam opened his mouth to object.

Sam gave him a bitch face as he clamped his mouth shut, cutting off his retort. He took a seat on the couch when Dean gave him his big brother no nonsense look, and pouted.

"I'll get you a cold cloth for you neck," Dean offered trying to keep the smirk from his face. He had already checked it to be sure the skin wasn't broken and bleeding or swelling where Sam couldn't breathe. He came back with the cold cloth and gave it to Sam to place around his neck. "What's wrong Sammy? Is something still bothering you?" Dean asked when he saw a concerned look on his face and worry in his eyes.

He shrugged as he placed the cloth on his neck and sighed with the relief. He leaned his head back on the couch and closed his eyes. He tried to relax, and his mind wandered back to the house. Why didn't he feel at ease? They had done the spell, and the malevolent spirit should be gone but Sam couldn't shake the feeling he was missing something. He tried to go over everything in his head but was tired and he couldn't think straight. He got still and relaxed and didn't hear Dean and Missouri leave the room.

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Sam sat up and gasped for air as he looked around and called for his brother, "Dean!" he called in a hoarse voice as he got up from the couch and stumbled slightly.

"Hey, what's the matter?" Dean asked seeing Sam was in a panic.

"We need to go back," Sam demanded grabbing Dean's arm. "They're still in danger."

"You sure Sammy?" Dean asked. "We did the spell…"

"Please Dean. We've got to check," Sam begged.

"Okay, calm down. Let me get my keys and tell Missouri."

Sam was already heading for the door while Dean found his car keys, called to Missouri they had to go out, and followed him. He wasn't sure what was going on with Sam but would drive back by the house to appease him. They got in the car and headed back to their old house. It had gotten dark and there were lights on in the house when Dean pulled to a stop. They looked at the house trying to see if anything was wrong.

"I don't see anything Sammy," Dean stated once he got a good look at the place.

Sam sat forward in his seat and stared hard at the house. He knew he wasn't wrong; there was still something not right. Before either could say anything else, Maddie appeared at the window upstairs and started hitting at the glass screaming for help.

"Dean! Look!" Sam cried out pointing toward the second level. He jumped out of the car and headed for the front door.

Dean bailed out of the car and followed his brother who was pounding on the door and yelling. He threw himself at the door trying to break it down. Dean added his force making the door pop open allowing them inside. Sam quickly looked around and saw Cameron on the floor in the living room.

"Get him out of here," he yelled at Dean as he headed for the stairs. He found Maddie running down the hall screaming for her kids when Sam grabbed her and pushed her toward the stairs. "I'll get the kids, get out of here!" Sam got Clint's door open and grabbed him up and headed down to Elise's room. He kicked the door open and saw her on the bed and a fiery figure standing nearby. "Elise, c'mon," he said. She reached for him and he scooped her up in his arm as the fiery figure moved closer heating the air around them. Sam made it down the stairs and sat the kids down. "Elise take your brother outside and don't look back."

Elise grabbed Clint's hand and ran for the front door and out onto the lawn. Once she was outside, the door suddenly slammed shut.

"Elise where's Sam?" Dean asked looking around for his brother.

"He's still inside," she cried hugging her Mom.

Dean raced to the Impala when he saw the door was closed and opened the trunk to dig an ax out before heading for the front door. He threw his shoulder into the door, but it wouldn't budge. With strong strokes, Dean began to chop at the door with the ax until he was able to get inside.

Sam pushed the kids out the door and gave the room a quick look before turning to run out but suddenly he was propelled backwards by an invisible force. He tried to break free and was thrown over furniture, stunning him before Sam felt his body being jerked up and thrown into a wall. He tried to move but was being held there by the poltergeist. He heard Dean calling his name and tried to answer but couldn't. Sam could feel the pressure being exerted on his body and cried out in pain.

With one final chop, Dean broke into the house and frantically looked around for his brother. He heard his cry of pain and ran for the living room only to be thrown backwards and forwards before being tossed into the wall beside Sam. He struggled trying to break free as an invisible force smashed into him knocking the breath out of him.

The brothers stared in surprise when a fiery figure suddenly appeared and moved toward them. Sam began to recognize a person as the flames began to die down and a figure began to take shape.

"Mom?" he forced out, shock and surprise on his face.

Mary moved toward her boys and went to Dean first. She cupped his cheek and smiled lovingly at him before moving down to Sam. She wiped the tears that were wetting his cheeks and whispered to him, 'I'm sorry,' before turning away and looking around as anger filled her eyes.

"Let my boys go!" she demanded expelling all her energy outward into the room as she threw her arms out and released her power.

Suddenly, the brothers were free and fell from the wall, catching each other before they fell. They looked around but didn't see their mother, nor did Sam feel the poltergeist. He looked to his brother through teary eyes and saw a single tear run down his cheek before he put an arm around him and pulled him out of the house.

The family thanked them and said the cops were called, but Dean said they couldn't hang around no one would believe what really happened. He told Cameron to blame it on faulty wiring and the place being old. He steered Sam to the Impala, and they headed back to Missouri's, neither wanting to talk about what just happened. Sam knew their Mom had sacrificed herself to save them and hoped she was at peace in Heaven now. Dean knew what their Mom did saved them, but he wished he had had a little more time with her before she was gone once again.

When they got to Missouri's, she could see the anguish on their faces and got the gist of what happened from Dean. She got out a bottle of whiskey she had stashed away and poured them a drink knowing they both needed it. Once the adrenaline rush wore off, Missouri sent them to bed hoping they would get some sleep. She knew this drained them, even though neither would admit it. Missouri would see if either wanted to talk about what happened when morning came and hoped to maybe ease their minds. She knew it hit Dean harder because it was like losing his Mom all over again.

A/N: Thank you for coming on this journey with me. I hope you are enjoying the read. Stay safe out there. Watch for a new story in the next couple of days. I do like reviews, they make my day. NC