Hiya Folks. I'm skipping forward in series 1 to some of my favourite episodes in the series. I also want to get cracking on series 2 as soon as possible. This is my version of the episode "Home" Warning it can get mushy near the end. Also check out my two pre-series if you can. Sorry for the delay but you know school. Enjoy and please review.

There's No Place like Home

I turned a groggy head towards Sam who had woken with a start. He looked freaked.

"Another nightmare?" I mumbled still half asleep.

He nodded and before I knew it I was asleep again. I like sleep. I need it and nobody interrupts me when I'm sleeping, regardless if it's a nightmare. I'd get grouchy otherwise. I would ask in the morning. In the meantime it was back to my dream. Hitting a homerun for the Atlanta Braves.

I found myself nibbling on a piece of dry toast the following morning. I spat it out and disposed off it in the small trash can. Let's just say I'm not the number one fan of toast but that's all there was available which sucked. I sighed and propped my feet onto the table and gazed over at Sam who was busy sketching something. To be fair I was never a fan of asking people about their dreams. I always felt the fruit loop and besides that seemed to be Sam's thing anyway.

Dean then spoke "Alright I've been cruising some websites. Think I found a few candidates for our next gig."

He then started stating some of the candidates' but Sam was busy with the sketchbook and I wasn't paying attention.

Dean looked at us both with an annoyed expression "Hey I'm a boring you with this hunting evil stuff?"

Sam shook his head "No. I'm listening. Keep going."

Sam wasn't though and he then stated whilst flipping through the pages of paper "Wait. I've seen this."

I frowned, taking my feet off the table "Seen what?"

Sam then got up from the bed and travelled towards his bag where he began to rake through it.

"What are you doin?" asked Dean.

I then caught glimpse of what looked like a photograph. I raised my eyebrows and I scratched my head.

Sam then said "Guys I know where we have to go next"

Me and Dean exchanged a glance.

"Where?" said Dean.

"Back home," replied Sam, "Back to Kansas."

Dean gave a small and awkward chuckle "Okay random. Where did that come from?"

I was now standing next to him when Sam showed us the photograph in his hand. Dean took the photo and I examined it with my own eyes. It was of me, Mom, Dad and the boys in front of our old home in Lawrence, Kansas, and a tree with long branches in the far right hand corner of the picture. By the looks of it I was only a few months old in the photo. Everybody appeared happy. I found something haunting about it in a strange way. Then again that just might have been me.

Sam continued "This photo was taken in front of our old house right. The house that Mom died. And it didn't burn down, right. Not completely. They re-built it right?"

Dean looked as confused as me "Yeah I guess so. What the hell are ya talkin about?"

Sam sat down "Okay look this is gonna sound crazy, but the people that live in our old house, I think they might be in danger."

I blinked "That does sound crazy. Why would you think that?"

Sam's eyes shifted about and he got up and stated that we should just trust him on this one.

"Trust you?" said Dean getting up and walking over towards Sam who was packing his bag "Come on man, that's weak you gotta gives us more than that."

I joined them "He's right Sam."

"I just can't really explain it that's all" Sam replied.

"Well tough," was the answer Dean gave him, "Were going nowhere until you do."

Sam let out a heavy sigh and turned to face us "I have these nightmares."

"We noticed" I scoffed.

Sam continued "And sometimes they come true."

Me and Dean shot a look at each other in confusion.

He raised his eyebrows "Come again?"

Sam shook his head "Look guys, I dreamt of Jessica's death. For days before it happened."

God. I can't imagine that. Dreaming of a loved one's death then it coming true. Hell that's in my many ideas of a worst nightmare. Then again it might have been just a freaky coincidence like Dean suggested at that point. Shoot, I've even had my fair share of weird dreams but it never involved Death or anything. Then Sam said something about a woman screaming from our old house and how did he know that. The tree in the photo.

Dean looked dumbfounded "I dunno."

Sam said "What do you mean you don't know Dean. This woman might be in danger. I mean this thing might be what killed Mom and Jessica."

Dean turned away hastily "Alright just slow down would ya. I mean first you tell me you've got The Shining, and then you tell me I've to go back home. Especially when.."

Sam cut him off "When what?"

With a slight glazed look in his eyes, Dean replied "When I swore to myself I would never go back there."

I stared down at my feet. Personally I felt it was a stupid idea. I mean why would they want to return to the house of their childhood. It would only stir painful memories. I would be the dumb melon and be none the wiser to it all. Sam looked at me and then returned his glance to Dean who had his back turned to us both.

"Look Dean. We have to check this out," stated Sam, "Just to make sure."

Dean turned his head to us "I know we do."

So that was that. We were off to Kansas. Back home. This would be interesting.

I was lacing up my sneakers whilst sitting on the bed and I then glanced at the photograph that was laying next to me. I paused and held it in my hand. I traced Mom's face with my index finger gently and I felt tears stinging my eyes. I wish I knew her. I really did. I hated the fact that I could only rely on photographs and stories. I wish I knew her.

"Hey!" came Dean's voice, he was leaning on the bathroom door and he gave me a concerned look as he noticed the photo in my hand "You okay kiddo?"

"Yup" I replied giving him a small smile "I'm good."

Within five minutes we were off again.

The car pulled up outside our old house and the tension was unbelievable. I could sense that they were both nervous and uncertain about returning to our old home. Well their old home. I quickly gazed out the window and I then leaned forward.

"You guys going to be okay?" I asked them, I could tell that there was a hidden sorrow within them both.

Dean faced me "Let me get back to you on that."

I nodded and sat back. He knew the house better than anyone. He was eleven when Mom died. He would remember everything that happened that night. Sam would too, even though he was eight at the time. I couldn't question their feeling when it came to this. I didn't have the right I thought. I was too young. Far too young.

A young woman with blonde hair answered the door when we knocked. She looked surprised to see us standing before her. By the look on Sam's face it was clear this was the woman in his dream.

Sam started the introductions "I'm Sam Winchester. This is my brother Dean and my sister Chris."

I gave a small saluted in greetings "Hi. We used to live here."

Sam continued "We were just driving by and we were wondering if we could see the old place."

The woman replied "Winchester? It's so funny. You know I think I found some of your photos the other night."

Dean was curious "You did?"

We smiled at her and she eventually decided to let us in. I had a weird feeling as I entered what used to be my home. I don't know why because I only lived there for the first six months of my life. It felt like I was gaining memories. I swore I heard a voice calling my name.

"Christina" it hushed, "It has been so long."

I was startled but I didn't let the boys know and I followed them into the kitchen. I noticed a toddler bouncing up and down in his playpen. I would call them cages but that's my personally opinion. There was also a little girl sitting at the kitchen table.

"Sari," said her mother, "This is Sam, Dean and Chris. They used to live here."

Sari smiled "Hey."

"So you just moved in?" I asked.

"Yeah," replied Seri's Mom, "From Wichita."

"You got family here?" Dean questioned.

She replied "Uh no. I just needed a fresh start that's all. So new town. New job as soon as I find one. New house."

Yeah I thought but why did it have to be our house.

"So how are you liking it so far?" Sam asked the woman.

She turned away from the kitchen sink "Well all due respects to your childhood home. I mean I'm sure you have lots of happy memories here."

Yeah if you think having to witness the violent and gruesome death of your mother and your home being burnt down as a happy memory.

"But this place has it's issues."

"What do you mean?" queried Sam.

"Well it's just getting old. Like the wiring. We've got flickering lights almost hourly."

"That's too bad," said Dean, "What else?"

"The sinks backed up. There's rats in the basement."

Soon Sari piped up and said there was something in her closet. Like I haven't heard that before. I was certain there was something in the closet in my room at Bobby's when I was little. As a typical parent would say to their kid, that there was no such thing as a monster in their closet. Which by in far the biggest load of bullshit. Yet Seri was sure that there was something there. It came into her bedroom she said. What was more strange that according to her, it was in flames.

We left the house then and as soon as we got down the stairs leading to the front door and onto the path Sam spoke.

"You hear that!," he said, "A figure on fire!"

"And that woman Jenny was the woman in your dream?" probed Dean.

Sam was right. From what Jenny and Sari were saying it was clear that our old house had a spirit. Sam's visions were clearly coming true which was freaking Dean out big time. I blanked out as they both began to argue again about what kind of spirit it was. Sam was certain it was the thing at killed Mom and his girlfriend but Dean claimed it might be something different. I wasn't sure for once and I simply stared back at the house. I jumped when I thought I saw someone at the window. It was just a swift and sudden movement and I couldn't see what it was. It might have been Jenny. Who knows.

We had stopped at a gas station and I was laying in the backseat of the car, lost in my head. The voice I heard back at the house was still haunting me. I had always had a sixth sense if you wanna call it that. As a little kid I used to be able to see and speak to ghosts but that ability began to decline as I got older. On occasions it would happen. Looks like I was turning into Haley Joel Osment again. Great. This gig was going to be tough. We were going to have to dig into the history of the house and hopefully that would led us to an answer on what we were up against. The window was rolled down and I could hear the guys talking. About the night Mom died. I listened carefully.

"How much do you remember?" I heard Sam ask.

"About that night you mean?"

"Yeah"

"Not much. I remember the fire. The heat. And that I carried Chris out the front door."

I sat up. I never knew that. I was never told. Even at six months old, Dean had saved my ass. My brother had saved me from our burning house knowing our mother had been slaughtered and was engulfed by flames. Damn. I climbed out the car slowly and gazed up at him. They both then realised I had heard their conversation.

"You did?"

Dean looked at me "Yeah. You never knew that?"

I shook my head "No."

Dean continued "And you know Dad's story as well as we do. Mom was on the ceiling. Whatever put her there was long gone before Dad found her."

"And he never had a theory on what did it?" questioned Sam who was sitting on the car hood.

Dean joined him "If he did, he kept it to himself. God knows we asked him enough times."

That was true. Whenever I asked as a kid I was often blanked or worst, scolded from probing to deep into matters I didn't understand. Dean left for the bathroom and left me and Sam alone together.

"What do you remember of that night?" I asked him.

"The same really," was Sam's reply, "That Dad put you into Dean's arms and told him to take us both outside. Away from the flames. I never saw Mom on the ceiling though. But Dean did."

I glanced up at my brother and leaned my head against his arm.

I chuckled "He has a knack for saving our ass."

He smiled and put an arm around my shoulder "I guess you're right."

I grinned "Ain't I always."

We visited the garage Dad used to work at before the fire, and the guy who used to work with Dad mention something about Dad visiting a palm reader of some sort. This was worth digging.

Sam was soon riffling through the phone directory "Alright so there's a few psychics and palm readers in town. There's someone named El Divino. There's the mysterious Mr Fortinsky, Missouri Mosesly."

Dean suddenly cut Sam off "Wait Wait. Missouri Mossely?"

I was interested in this name too "What?"

"She a psychic?" asked Dean.

"Uh yeah I guess so" answered Sam as Dean went into the backseat and pulled out Dad's journal.

"Dad's journal. C'mere look at this."

Me and Sam obediently went to Dean side and we all glanced at the content of the journal.

He handed the journal to Sam "First page. First sentence. Read that."

Sam read and quoted the journal "I went to Missouri and I learnt the truth."

I peeked at it myself "Huh. When I first read it I thought he meant the state."

I then found myself waiting in the hallway for this psychic lady Missouri with the guys. She better be the real deal I said to myself. I can't be assed with some phoney. I ain't in the mood.

"Alright then," I heard a voice say, and soon an African American woman was in view with a male in tow, she was ushering him out the door, "Don't you worry about a thing. Your wife is crazy about you."

She closed the door and let out a heavy sigh of relief "Poor Bastard. His wife is cold bangin the gardener."

She was a woman of heavy build and her black wiry hair tied up and held back by an material hair band. Her eyes were dark and they seemed to be able to go into the very depths of your mind. This was Missouri.

"Why didn't you tell him?" Dean wondered aloud.

She turned around "People don't come here for the truth. They come for good news."

We looked at each other then she spoke again "Well come on already I ain't got all day."

We followed her and went behind a beaded doorway.

She smiled with her hands on her hips "Well let me look at you."

She then laughed "Oh you boys grew up handsome." Then pointing at Dean she stated "And you were one goofy looking kid."

I sniggered and suddenly silenced myself when Missouri's gaze fell on me. She cupped my face with one hand and brushed a loose strand of hair behind my ear with the other.

Missouri smiled at me gently "Christina. Your momma would be proud of you. You take after your brothers that's for sure. You're a true beauty."

She then turned to Sam and took his hand "Sam. Oh Honey. I'm sorry about your girlfriend. And you're father. He's missin."

We were all wide eyed at this. It was certain. She wasn't like the phoney like Whoopi Goldberg was in Ghost. Wait. Whoopi Goldberg was a true psychic in Ghost. My mistake. Anyway. Sam was the one who asked:

"How'd you know all that?"

Missouri replied truthfully "Well you were just thinking it just now."

Dean then queried "Where is he? Is he okay?"

Missouri then frowned "I dunno."

Dean looked annoyed "Don't know. Your supposed to be a psychic right?"

I smirked as Missouri gave Dean a stern scolding before we were told to sit down. I sat in between the guys on the couch. Facing Missouri directly.

Missouri cautioned Dean again "Boy, you put your foot on my coffee table, I'm gonna whack you with a spoon!"

"I didn't do anything" protested Dean who hadn't noticed that me and Sam were grinning, trying in vain not to laugh.

"Well you were thinking about it" was Missouri's reply.

I whispered to Sam in a half giggle "I like her."

"Okay, so our Dad," started Sam quickly removing the grin from his face, "When did you first meet him?"

Missouri answered "He came for a reading. A few days after the fire. I just told him what really was out there in the dark. I guess you can say I drew back the curtains for him."

Dean then inquired "What about the fire? Do you know what killed our Mom?"

Missouri said "A little. Your Daddy took me to your house. He was hoping I could sense the echoes, the finger prints of this thing."

I said leaning forward, my elbows resting on my knees "And could you? What was it?"

Missouri shook her head "I don't know. But it was evil."

We then explained the story to Missouri and she took note of it all mentally. She then nodded and sighed before she spoke again.

"So you think something's back in that house?"

Sam replied "Definitely."

Missouri shook her head again "I don't understand."

"What?" asked Sam.

Missouri added "I haven't been back inside but I've been keeping an eye on the place and it's been quiet. No sudden deaths. No freak accidents. Why is it acting up now?"

Sam said "I don't know. But Dad going missing and Jessica dying and now this house. All happening at once. It just feelings like something starting."

"That's a comforting thought" Dean added sarcastically to which I rapped him on the arm with the back of my hand.

We returned to the house and knocked on the door in which Jenny answered with little Ritchie in her arms, she looked slightly distressed.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"Hey Jenny," said Sam, "This is our friend Missouri."

Missouri appeared behind Sam and smiled and gave Jenny a friendly nod.

Dean said "If it's not too much trouble, we were hoping to show her the old house. You know for old time sake."

Jenny gave us a strained smile "You know this isn't a good time. I'm kinda busy."

Dean then stepped forward "Listen Jenny its important.."

He was suddenly hit across the back of the head by Missouri which make me smirk again and to stifle a laugh.

"Give the poor girl a break. Can't you see she's upset."

She then faced Jenny and added "Forgive this boy, he means well but he's not the sharpest tool in the shed."

"Damn right there," I giggled before I was given daggers by Dean, "Sorry."

Missouri glared at us both and returned to Jenny "But hear me out."

Jenny looked uncertain "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?"

"Who are you?"

"We're people who can help. Who can stop this thing. But your gonna have to trust us, just a little."

We entered Sari's bedroom and the voice returned again.

"Christina," it whispered, "It's been so long."

I blinked myself back into reality as I heard Missouri's voice.

"Now there's a dark energy around here, this room should be centre of it."

I scanned the room myself before I asked "Why?"

Missouri's back was still turned "This used to be your nursery Christina. This is were it all happened."

I swallowed and looked around again. I knew it. It had started in my room. It was my fault Mom was dead. It was my fault that we grew up without out her. Everything bad that had happened in my life. It was all my fault. Our eyes turned to the ceiling. What have I done to this family.

Missouri examined the room further then we discovered that the energy that Missouri felt all those years ago were different now. It was something else. Also there was more than one spirit cruising about. But there was one that stood out. My favourite. A poltergeist. A pretty evil poltergeist according to Missouri. Fantastic I thought. Missouri couldn't make out the second spirit however. Even better.

Back at Missouri's we gathered our supplies that would hopefully warn away the spirits. This was going to be a busy night for sure.

"So, what is all this stuff, anyway?" Dean inquired, looking at the herbs and various forms of roots.

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

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

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

"We'll be punchin' holes in the dry wall. Jenny's gonna love that" mocked Dean.

Missouri simply said shooting him a shrewd expression "She'll live."

"And this'll destroy the spirits?" I asked curiously sniffing a funny smelling herb and putting it back hastily.

Missouri nodded "It should, it should purify the house completely. We'll each take a floor. But we work fast. Once the spirits realize what we're up to, things are gonna get bad."

"Fantastic" I grunted, sarcasm had over powered my speech, "Poltergeists are my favourite. I can't wait."

Jenny and the kids left the house under the guidance of Missouri and we were ready for the task ahead. If I know a Poltergeist, this was going to be eventful. As long as I wasn't locked in a closet or thrown down the stairs again, my part of the gig would be fine. But Poltergeists hate me, and boy do I hate them back.

After punchin a hole in the wall in my old nursery and stuffing a wad of Angelica Root into it, I was suddenly aware of the chair behind me moving. Inching closer and closer until it lunged at me.

"Aw hell no" I groaned diving out the way as it swung over my head. Any later and it would have knocked my block off.

"Son of a bitch!" I grunted as I found myself wrestling on the floor with a damn chair.

Then a flash of light exploded throughout the house. The chair soon became inanimate again and I was holding it above me. I tossed the chair aside and I ran out to find the guys. Sam had a run in with a plug and it almost strangled him but thankfully he was fine.

We gathered in the kitchen. I noticed that their was kitchen knives piecing the wooden table.

"Bet you went full blown Matrix to avoid them" I said to Dean with a chuckle.

"Better than getting attacked by a chair" he retaliated with a smirk.

"Shut it" I replied, going to shove him but missing and almost losing my balance in the process.

"You sure this is over?" Sam asked Missouri.

"I'm sure," was Missouri's answer, "Why? Why do you ask?"

Sam sighed "Never mind. It's nothin I guess."

The house lights came on. Jenny and the kids were back. Hopefully everything was back to normal. After we tidied up, we left the house.

Well when I said left, I mean we stayed in the car outside, keeping a watchful eye on the house. Just to be sure.

"Okay tell me what we're still doin here?" asked Dean.

"Yeah Sam. I mean if we got shot of it then what's the point in hangin around?" I interjected, my arms on the back of the front passenger seats and my head resting on them.

Sam explained that he just had a bad feeling to which I replied irritably:

"You always have a bad feeling."

Suddenly me and Sam caught sight of Jenny at her window, screaming for help. Just like Sam said about his dream. Sensing instant trouble we charged out the car and dashed back up to the house. Dean went to rescue Jenny while me and Sam went to get the kids. We managed to grab little Ritchie and we made our way to Sari's room. There we met the flaming figure. Sam quickly moved and got a hold of Sari and told her not to look at the fiery figure and he exited with the kids and me close behind. Sam placed the kids down and told them to get outside as fast as they could. Yet as he turned to me I was suddenly gripped by an unknown forced and dragged backwards.

"Sam!" I cried out clawing at the floor with my fingernails, Sari was screaming and Sam dived forward in an attempt to grab me but he failed. I was sent skidding into the dining table with a crash. I was then pulled up and swatted against the kitchen cabinets. I hit the ground with a thump. Man this Poltergeist was a bitch. I liked the one who threw me down the stairs better. Jesus my body was aching. I slowly got to my feet, grimacing and wincing with pain but once again I was sent flying but this time I was pinned to the wall. I couldn't move. No matter how much I wriggled. Where the hell was Sam! I thought in outrage.

"Chris!" I heard Dean yell.

My eyes widened as the flaming figure reappeared before my eyes.

"Shit!" I hissed.

I heard Dean calling for me again, closely followed by Sam's. I glanced over and Dean and Sam were soon in eyeshot. Dean was ready for blasting the thing.

"No! Don't! " I said urgently, halting him. Suddenly the strange voice and the figure at the window became clear to me.

"What! Why!" demanded Dean his glare on the figure approaching us.

"Because I know who it is," I whispered, "I can see her now."

The figure then manifested itself. It was Mom. We were all dumbfounded. Dean had a sudden glazed look in his eyes.

"Mom?" he uttered as Mom's gaze fell upon him.

"Dean" she smiled softly.

She turned to Sam and smiled gently at him too. Sorrow had filled their eyes. Her eyes then turned to me. Her youngest child. Her only daughter.

"Christina," she said, "I'm sorry."

"No" I stated sternly through gritted teeth, "I'm sorry. It's my fault!"

Mom gave me a mournful look and turned away and spoke aloud:

"You. Get out of my house. And let go off my daughter."

With that last word she erupted into flames again and I was realised and I slid down the wall. I panted for breath and I glanced up to see my brothers looking down at me. Dammit I knew it wasn't wise to voice my feelings aloud. They weren't gonna let this drop. I had clearly stated that the Mom's death was my fault. Idiot! I sighed:

"Now it's over."

The motel we found was surprisingly decent. For once anyway. I was silent the car journey there, and the guys were keeping a constant watch over me before I snapped at them to quit gawking at me, as if I was some animal in a zoo. I threw my bag down onto the bed and I immediately occupied the bathroom. I crawled into a corner next to the shower and hugged my knees to my chest. Tears began to spill down my cheeks and sobs began to rack my body. My fingers curled the denim of my jeans and I buried my head into my arms, shoulders convulsing.

"I'm sorry" I wept "I'm sorry."

Idiot that I am I forgot to lock the door this time and I hadn't noticed Sam and Dean at the doorway.