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CHAPTER NINETEEN: Home Sweet Home

"Dean! Get down here!"

The trouble-some five year old dropped his bright green truck he had been playing with at the sound of his mother's irritated voice, not sure what he could've done wrong. Walking/stumbling down the stairs, the eldest demon made his way to Mary who was standing next to what used to be a white wall with her arms crossed.

"Did you do this?" She questioned, trying to hide a smile as she pointed her slim finger at the poor drawing of a huge elephant scrawled in red crayon on the wall.

Dean smiled a toothy grin, walking over to his picture and eyeing it with pride. "Ya, dontcha like it? See, that's you." He indicated a wobbly looking stick figure riding on top of the elephant, hair in individual curly strands sticking up from every which way. "And that's Sammy. He's the one crying over there 'cause he got scared. And that's me!" The child beamed, grabbing his mother's hand to bring her closer to his drawing. "See?!"

Mary couldn't help but to smile at her son's enthusiasm, all anger forgotten as she watched him explain it all. "Come on, kiddo. Let's get some lunch. How about a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with the crust cut off?"

"Yum!" Dean ran over to the kitchen table and sat down, swinging his dangling feet back and forth with anticipation.

…

Feeling like taking more than one car was a waste, the team of six all piled into the Impala with Sam, Dean, and Jo in the front and Ellen, Bobby, and John snuggled close in the back.

"Alright, no offense, but I never wanted to be this close to any of you." The eldest demon complained, trying to scoot as close to the driver's side as humanly possible. Jo fully enjoying bugging the living shit out of Dean, wiggled even closer to him before quickly sliding back over with a smirk when he shot her a death glare. Sam rolled his eyes before turning his head to look out the window, lost in thought about how the hell they were going to tackle all the pain in the asses of their lives.

"How long till we get there?" Bobby questioned from the backseat, leaning forward and resting a hand on the seat in front of him.

"Almost six hours." John answered, reaching across Ellen to pat his old friend on the shoulder. "Best get comfortable."

Ellen huffed with frustration, not happy about being smashed in the back between two full-grown men before she leaned forward herself to get closer to Sam. "You said Azazel visited you the other day?"

The youngest demon quickly side-glanced at Dean who met his gaze, a mutual understanding between the two of them to keep the hunters out of the loop. For now. "Uh, yeah. He wasn't that specific. Just said he had plans for me."

The brunette narrowed her eyes slightly, her motherly instincts telling her he was full of it. None the less, she nodded and leaned back.

Clearing his throat awkwardly, Dean cranked up the Metallica. "Should be a fun ride."

….

The closer the Impala got to the Winchester's childhood home, the quieter the car got. Awkward small talk started to dwindle down as soon as they crossed the city line into Lawrence.

The black Chevy Impala rolled to a not-so-graceful stop along the curb in front of the suburban house which had nothing out of place or new since they had left it so many years ago.

Dean turned his body toward the front door, his left arm draped over the steering wheel as he eyed the house fondly, a small smile tugging at his lips as he remembered all the good times they had had there.

Although Sam didn't really remember much of it, he recalls bits and pieces of Mary singing him to sleep with 'Hey Jude' and Dean clinging to their mother's side as she did so. He thought back distractedly to his conversation with Azazel, wanting to know what he had meant. "I told Mary I would be paying you a visit when you were six months old. And I did."

"Sammy?" Dean's voice broke through the youngest demon's daydream, Sam shaking his head to clear the memory.

"What?" The taller demon asked, focusing his gaze on his worried looking brother.

"You okay?" Dean repeated while all the hunter's in the car turned their attention on Sam.

The youngest Winchester waved his hand dismissively, lying to his brother through his teeth. "Yeah, I'm fine. Are you ready for this?"

"I'll get back to you on that." Dean grumbled as he got out of the car, taking a deep breath in. After everybody piled out from all directions, the group made their way to the front door.

"Yeah, this isn't weird at all. Six strangers walking up to the door." Jo commented, flicking her long blonde hair over her shoulder as they walked up the driveway.

"Hold up." John ordered, his eyes meeting Sam's. "Maybe just you, your brother and me should go up alone. Might be less suspicious." He offered, his eyes glancing quickly at Dean who had a mask of disinterest occupying his face.

Sam shrugged casually as he looked thoughtful before deciding it was a good plan.

"What are we suppose to do?" Bobby questioned, adjusting his baseball cap. "In case you forgot, we only took one car."

"Just…" Sam hesitated, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. "Wait in the car. Pull on down the street so you don't creep out the people who live here and we'll meet you there soon."

After everyone nodded in agreement, the two demons and old hunter made their way to the front door once the Impala had driven off.

"One dent in my baby and I'll kick your ass." Dean muttered to Sam right before the door swung open and a young woman greeted them with a welcoming smile.

"What can I do for you?" She asked, balancing a squirming baby on her hip.

"Juice! Juice! Juice!" The infant demanded, the stressed mother rolling her eyes as she waited expectantly for the mute strangers to state why they were there.

"Um my name's Dean. This is my brother Sam and my… dad…" The eldest demon said the last word through clenched teeth, still not ready to admit who his family really was. "We, uh, use to live here and we were just rollin' through town and wondered if we could see the old place." Dean smiled genuinely, his eyes crinkling in the corners as remembered how his mom use to carry Sam that same way.

"Mommy, I wanna try!" Dean moaned as Mary bounced her five month old on her side, the baby giggling softly.

"Dean, I don't think that's a good idea." Mary explained, hating the look of disappointment that crossed her son's face.

"I'll be easy! Pleasee! Sammy wants me to." Dean begged, holding out his arms in anticipation. Sighing heavily, the relenting mother walked over to her son and placed Sam on Dean's hip, still keeping a firm grip on the baby.

The eldest boy beamed, eye crinkle in all as he tickled Sam's toes. "I'll take care of ya Sammy."

"Oh! Sure, come on in! Forgive the mess, we just moved in and haven't completely finished unpacking. I'm Jenny." She grinned and gestured for them to come in, rushing to the fridge to get her fussy child some juice.

"So how you likin' it so far?" Sam asked, trying to maintain pleasant conversation as they all gathered around the kitchen counter, Jenny pouring some orange juice into a sippy cup.

"Well, all due respect to your childhood home, I mean I'm sure you had lots of happy memories here." She hesitated, noticing Dean's weak smile before continuing. "But this place has its issues."

Sam's brows rose in mock surprise, already knowing there were issues. "What do you mean?"

She shrugged, handing the cup to the baby who was occupied in its playpen. "Just flickering lights. Rats in the basement, hell even the sink is backed up." Jenny complained, indicating the sink with her hand. "Plus, there's a huge ugly picture drawn in crayon on the wall over there."

Dean looked offended, thinking to himself that his picture was good for a toddler who had absolutely no artistic talent.

"Anything else?" John questioned, his gaze intense as he tried to take in everything she was saying.

"Uh, no that's it." Jenny said, obviously feeling uncomfortable. As if just remembering something, she snapped her fingers and looked excited. "I think I actually found some of your pictures the other day! Come on and I'll show ya."

"Mind if I use the restroom?" John asked, smiling politely as Sam and Dean went to follow her to the basement.

She nodded warily, not liking the creepy man with the extreme gaze.

After the old hunter heard the door to the basement shut, he whipped out his EMF meter and began casing the house, not missing how the levels spiked in Sam's old nursery.

….

"Wow Jenny, these are great. Thanks again." Dean said a little over too enthusiastically as they made their way up the stairs, John opening the door right as they made their way to the top.

"I was just about to come down there." John stated, chuckling softly as he gave his sons a subtle nod.

"Oh well, the boys can show you the pictures later?" She suggested, closing the door after they had all made their way upstairs.

As the others all walked to the front door, Dean stopped momentarily to look at his picture nobody had apparently had the heart to paint over after all the years. He touched his fingers to the wall lightly, wanting nothing more than to go back before everything had gone to Hell (no pun intended).

"Dean? Are you ready son?"John inquired, the group standing by the door, eyes watching him closely.

Dean nodded slightly, not trusting his voice as he joined them.

….

"So what'd you boys find?" Ellen asked as the Winchester's all climbed back into the Impala, all looking mentally drained.

"The EMF was going nuts in Sammy's old nursery." John explained, not noticing the way the youngest demon cringed at the use of Dean's nickname for him.

Bobby looked at the old hunter patiently. When John gave him a confused look, the baseball capped man rolled his eyes. "What's the plan?"

"First, we gotta somehow get them out of that house." Sam chimed in, turning as much as he could in the seat towards the back without making Jo uncomfortable.

The blonde hunter shook her head, not agreeing with the tall demon. "No, first we have to figure out what the hell we're dealing with. We need to know who the spirit is so we can salt an' burn the bones." She finished, looking somewhat prideful.

"How do we do that?" Dean asked exasperated, wishing this all was easier.

Jo patted him on the shoulder, a sly grin plastered on her face. "Research."

…

TBC

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