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Three weeks later

It had been two weeks since I left the hospital and let me tell you I could not be happier to be out of that place. I spent most of the time so hopped up on drugs that all I did was sleep. After a few days even Sam was getting antsy. While I was still in the hospital, Dean found a little apartment that was on the first floor that we could rent out on a month to month basis since they said my recovery would take about two months.

That also meant that for the next eight weeks anytime I got pissed off I couldn't go kill something and take all of my anger out on it. It sucked. The apartment was pretty nice, though. It was fully furnished and I got my own bedroom and bathroom! Hell yeah! I spent most of my days on the couch or in bed watching TV or studying Latin or something. The boys didn't like me doing too much because it could 'slow down the recovery process'. Am I aloud to call bullshit on my own brothers? Yes? Good. However, this meant that they babied me beyond belief. And honestly, who could complain about that?

We still hadn't heard from dad and I was getting anxious to get out of the house to go find him. But would my brothers even let me out of the door to get the mail? Nope! I was in prison. Sam had gotten a job at the community library and Dean at a garage about two miles from our apartment so that if I needed him he could be here in seconds.

Dean usually got home around five and Sam not until after nine. We had fallen into a comfortable routine. Sam made breakfast, when Dean came home he made dinner and I usually skipped lunch since there was no one here and let's be real it usually caused too much pain to move.

My stomach still hurt like shit most days but I hated taking the pain medication that they gave me because it made me all loopy. So I just sat there; pain coursing through my body as I tried to suck it up. I told Sam and Dean that I would keep track of when I needed my next dose so I wouldn't have to take it all the time but even I gave in a few times when the pain got too bad.

It was after three in the morning and they were both sound asleep, or so I thought, when I heard a noise coming from Sam's room. I couldn't help but wonder if he was having yet another nightmare but decided it could wait until the morning. I was really comfortable.

I woke up the next morning to Sam and Dean talking.

"Sam, people have weird dreams, man. I'm sure it's just a coincidence," Dean tried to reason sitting down on the edge of the couch. "You sleep out here last night?"

I nodded; I must have fallen asleep without even knowing it. I had planned on making my way to my room at some point but I guess that mission failed.

"No," Sam sighed looking a little defeated. "I dreamed about the blood dripping, her on the ceiling," Jessica, he was talking about her death. I knew it pained him to even talk about her so I never brought it up and usually he didn't either so I knew something was wrong. "The fire, everything, and I didn't do anything about it 'cause I didn't believe it. And now I'm dreaming about that tree, about our house, and about some woman inside screaming for help. I mean, that's where it all started, man, this has to mean something, right?" He was getting a little worked up and looking to Dean like he was supposed to have all the answers.

"Our old house?" I asked, propping myself up on my elbows. "As in Kansas, our old house?" Sam nodded. I wanted to scream at him to shut up but I didn't have it in me. I didn't want to go back to the place where my mom was taken away from me and in all tense and purposes my dad too. Dean felt the same way; I could see it in his eyes and it about killed me but Sam didn't see or was ignoring it for the moment.

"I don't know man," Dean sounded overwhelmed like he didn't want to believe it and didn't want it to be true.

Sam sat down on the coffee table across from Dean and me, "What do you mean you don't know, Dean? This woman might be in danger. I mean, this might even be the thing that killed Mom and Jessica!" Sam was getting all worked up about this and I didn't like the emotions rolling off of him at that moment. They were seeping into me and taking over my own emotions.

"All right, just slow down, would ya?" Dean got up and started pacing the room. "I mean, first you tell me that you've got the Shining? And then you tell me that I've gotta go back home? Especially when…." Dean paused, the pain evident in his voice.

"When what?" Sam asked wanting him to finish his thought. I for one was staying out of this. I didn't want open my mouth and have some comment come out that would end up sending a tornado through the apartment and ending with me alone while my brothers went home by themselves. I wanted to go, too. Even if I couldn't remember any of it.

"When I swore to myself that I would never go back there?" Dean replied raking a hand through his hair. I know I'm not a crier but that made me want to cry! All this time I thought we avoided Kansas because he just didn't like being there, I guess now we know.

"Look, Dean, we have to check this out. Just to make sure," Sam said with a soft voice.

The room fell quiet the only sound coming from the clock on the wall as the second hand systematically ticked on. I almost said something to fill the awkward silence when Dean finally answered, "I know we do."

So you know those overly dramatic movies that make you embarrassed to watch them? Yeah, my life was turning into some overly dramatic Lifetime move. Someone stab me...oh wait. Been there, done that. Don't want to do it again.

Okay, so I know I said I wanted out of the apartment but this is not what I meant and after several hours of driving we finally arrived at the house. I didn't remember anything about this place and that saddened me. Mostly Dean, but Sam too, made the connection that the house and mom were tied together. I never knew mom so I tied her to hunting.

"You doing alright back there?" Sam asked over his shoulder for the millionth time since we had gotten in the car. I gave a small smile and a nod but it was a complete lie. My stomach hurt, I was stiff from being in the car for so long and the only thing I had to eat all day was a microwavable bowl of soup from a gas station. "You gonna be alright, man?" Sam asked Dean who had a pained look on his face.

"Let me get back to you on that," he said and got out of the car.

Sam and I followed suit shortly after Dean closed his door. We walked up to the door and I knocked. Seconds later the door opened revealing a lady with blonde hair and a nice body. Sam had this look on his face and I'm not really sure what it said. Dean just looked like he was trying not to break down on the front door step.

"Yes?" the lady asked.

"Sorry to bother you, ma'am, but we're with the Federal-" Dean started to lie but was cut off by Sam.

"I'm Sam Winchester, and this is my brother, Dean, and our sister Kat. We used to live here. You know, we were just drivin' by, and we were wondering if we could come see the old place." Dean shot Sam an are you out of your fucking mind!? look. I just stood silently while the exchange took place. Sam would want to tell the truth.

Realization beamed in her eyes. "Winchester. Yeah, that's so funny. You know, I think I found some of your photos the other night." Whhhaaatt?

"Really?" I asked, my voice cracking a little. I was hoping that they would be pictures of mom, I had only ever seen a couple of them that made it out of the fire, but deep down I was praying there would be some of mom and me together.

"Yeah, come on in," she welcomed, opening the door wider and stepping aside to let us all in. We walked into the kitchen where there was a girl, about middle school age, and a boy who was probably only two. As soon as we walked into the room the little boy started screaming for juice.

"That's Ritchie. He's kind of a juice junkie." She walked over to the fridge and pulled out a sippy cup full of juice and walked back over to him, handing him the cup. "But, hey, at least he won't get dirty." She walked over to her daughter who was sitting at the table doing homework. "Sari, this is Sam, Dean, and-" She paused and I realized she didn't remember my name.

"Kat," I chimed in. I can't believe she just forgot my name! It's three letters! It's not hard!

"Kat," she repeated giving me an apologetic smile. "They used to live here."

"Hi," Sari greeted, waving to us. That's when Dean put on this smile that I could have died laughing at. It was like a second grader on picture day. All teeth and terrified eyes. But instead of laughing I chose to bite the inside of my cheeks to keep from laughing.

"So, you just moved in?" Dean asked, losing the stupid smile.

"Yeah, from Wichita." Wichita reminds me of which craft...

"So," I started, sitting down across from Sari, too tired to stand up any longer. "You got any family here?"

"No. I just, uh….needed a fresh start, that's all. So, new town, new job –- I mean, as soon as I find one. New house." Correction, old new house. This thing is old. Just new to her.

"So, how you likin' it so far?" Sam asked. At least one of us remembered how to use manners.

"Well, uh, all due respect to your childhood home –- I mean, I'm sure you had lots of happy memories here." Annndddd insert creepy Dean smile here! I'm starting to think that there is something wrong with his face. "But this place has its issues."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked. I looked over to Sari's homework. It was a multiple choice English assignment. I slightly turned the paper towards myself and read through the question. I crossed off two of the wrong answers so that she had a fifty-fifty chance of getting it right. After a few more seconds of blankly looking at her paper she circled one of the choices then looked to me for conformation. I smiled and nodded my head so she knew she picked the right one. I used to love English.

"Well, it's just getting old. Like the wiring, you know?" No, we in fact don't know for we have never spent more then two weeks in the same place...EVER. "We've got flickering lights almost hourly." HOLD THE SHIT. Now, when are flickering lights ACTUALLY flickering lights!? That's right. NEVER!

"Oh, that's too bad," Dean said with a look that said 'stop talking bad about my house or I'll kill you.' "What else?" he dared her to go on.

"Um…sink's backed up, there's rats in the basement," Jenny paused as if she just realized something, "I'm sorry. I don't mean to complain." I think all of our ears sparked into action when she mentioned rats.

"Rats?" I recited. "Have you seen them? Or do you just hear them running around?" I was praying that she would say she saw them running around but do Winchesters really have that kind of luck? Yeah, no, we don't.

"It's just them running around, actually." She didn't know this but she pretty much just conformed our worst fears about this house.

"Mom?" Sari called. Jenny walked over to her and knelt down to her level. "Ask them if it was here when they lived here." Shit, it doesn't take a genius to figure out when she meant.

"If what was here, Sari?" I asked leaning forward and regretting it when pain shot through my stomach. I slowly leaned back in my chair trying not to draw attention to myself as I tried to breathe through the pain.

"The thing in my closet." And there it is.

"Oh, no, baby, there was nothing in their closets. Right?" she asked us. I shook my head in the negative.

"Right. No, of course not," Sam gave her a smile that hid the truth behind it.

"I wasn't dreaming. It came into my bedroom –- and it was on fire." I looked up to Sam and Dean who both had their 'we're screwed' look planted firmly on their faces.

"Well," I said, standing from my chair. "It's getting late and we have a couple more stops to make while were in town." We all started walking towards the front door. "It was night meeting you, Jenny." She gave me a goodbye as I pushed my still shocked brothers out the door. Once we were outside they finally snapped out of it and were freaking a little.

"You hear that? A figure on fire." Sam stated nearly stumbling down the front steps to catch up with Dean and me.

"Sam, was Jenny the one from your dreams?" I asked, stopping the both of them.

"Yeah. And you hear what she was talking about? Scratching, flickering lights, both signs of a malevolent spirit."

"Oh, I think we all heard what she was talking about," I chimed in as we started walking again.

"Yeah, well, I'm just freaked out that your weirdo visions are comin' true," Dean stated. It was all too weird for the both of us. Like, who has dreams that FREAKIN' COME TRUE!? Apparently my brother, that's who! And not the kind of dreams that tell you what the lottery numbers are!

"Well, forget about that for a minute. The thing in the house, do you think it's the thing that killed Mom and Jessica?" Sam was starting to freak out. If he continued to freak out I was just going to make him take one of my anxiety pills. Although, he is the size of a train so he would probably have to take like nine.

"I don't know!" Dean practically yelled. It made me jump a little.

"Well, I mean, has it come back or has it been here the whole time?" Maybe we should just get him his own med prescription. That way he isn't taking all of mine because it seems like he is always freaking out about something. Huh…maybe I get it from him.

"Or maybe it isn't even the same thing? Like, what if it's something totally different? It might not even be the same thing, Sam," I tried to reason with him because there was only so much of his freaking out I could take before I joined him.

"Well, those people are in danger, Dean. We have to get 'em out of that house," he declared still a little panicked completely ignoring what I had said.

"And we will," Dean agreed.

"No, I mean now." Sam's freaking out was starting to get annoying.

"And how you gonna do that, huh? You got a story that she's gonna believe?" Dean challenged.

"Dean has a point, Sam. It's not like we can tell her the truth. I think we should just go and cool down and try to figure something out."

"Man," Dean mumbled walking to the car door, "maybe we should feed you a couple of Kat's pills."

"That's what I was just thinking!" I exclaimed.

"We just gotta chill out," Dean said as we stopped for gas at some random gas station. You know the kind, they're all over the country but you have no idea what the name of it is. "That's all. You know, if this was any other kind of job, what would we do?"

Sam had gotten out of the car to talk to Dean, I was sprawled out on the back seat with my window rolled down so I could listen in on their conversation incase I had some witty, sarcastic, snarky, or sassy comment to make about anything that they might say. Since I got hurt, anytime I made a comment that would have usually got me in trouble or at least a look of disappointment they now let them just roll off their backs. WHERE'S THE FUN IN THAT!? Seriously, if I'm going to insult someone or something I want them to feel it not totally ignore it!

Sam took a deep breath before replying to Dean, "We'd try to figure out what we were dealin' with. We'd dig into the history of the house." Sam walked to the back of the car where Dean was leaning on the trunk. I had my feet propped up in the window and couldn't help but notice that my toenails needed to be painted again. Once upon a time they were a pretty sparkly purple, they were now very chipped and needed to be cut. Maybe I could talk Sam into doing my toenails for me. He did them once before he left for Stanford though he did promise me to never mention it.

"Exactly, except this time, we already know what happened." Dean said looking straight ahead. I could see him through the back window. I mumbled a 'that's what you think' but not loud enough for them to hear it.

"Yeah, but how much do we know? I mean, how much do you actually remember?" Okay, so I wasn't the only one with doubts about the history of our old house. Clearly Sam wasn't too sure either.

"About that night, you mean?" Yes tweedledumb, what else would tweedledee mean?

"Yeah." Told ya, these boys, they just can't keep up with me and my smarticles.

"Not much. I remember the fire…the heat," he paused for a minute. "And then I carried Kat out the front door while dragging you by the hand behind me." I didn't know that he was the one that got the two of us out of the house. I had actually never even thought about it before.

"You did?" Sam asked. So, he had never heard this part of the story either. I felt a new appreciation for Dean. I mean, sure, he had saved my ass many times on hunts but I had always returned the favor.

"Yeah, what, you never knew that?" Sam shook his head. "And, well, you know Dad's story as well as I do. Mom was….was on the ceiling. And whatever put her there was long gone by the time Dad found her." I could tell that it was hard for him to talk about this. Both my brothers turned around and sat on the trunk making it impossible for me to hear them.

DEAN'S P.O.V.

"And he never had a theory about what did it?" I didn't even have to think about it because I had once spent many nights lying awake at night pondering over this same question.

"If he did, he kept it to himself. God knows we asked him enough times." I glanced back into the car where Kat was sitting silently. Her feet were propped up in the car door window, something I once would have yelled at her for. Her chin was sitting on her chest and her arms were in weird positions that didn't look uncomfortable but that also didn't look comfortable.

"Okay. So, if we're gonna figure out what's goin' on now…we have to figure out what happened back then. And see if it's the same thing." I already knew, somewhere inside me, that it wasn't the same thing but I didn't want to tell him this. I wanted him to have hope that we were going to find and kill the thing that killed our mom and his girlfriend. I wasn't going to be the one to take that away from him.

"Yeah. We'll talk to Dad's friends, neighbors, people who were there at the time." I stole another glance at our little sister. Her face was a little pale now and it had begun to scrunch up. I knew that she had stopped taking her pain medication but I figured she wouldn't be able to last that long without it and would be giving in at any time now.

"Does this feel like just another job to you?" Sam asked after a moment of just silence. I didn't say anything because I didn't know what to say.

"I'll be right back. I gotta go to the bathroom." I told him before I got off the Impala and walked around the corner to where the restrooms were so I could make my call without him seeing. It really didn't surprise me that I had gotten his voice mail. It never surprised me anymore but I guess the kid in me always hoped that he would pick up so that we could hear his real voice, not just a recording.

"Dad? I know I've left you messages before. I don't even know if you'll get 'em." I paused to clear my throat, "But Kat and I are with Sam. And we're in Lawrence. And there's somethin' in our old house. I don't know if it's the thing that killed Mom or not, but…." my voice broke and I had to pause to pull myself together, which I was struggling to do. "…I don't know what to do." I finally lost it and began to cry. "So, whatever you're doin', if you could get here. Please. I need your help, Dad." I hung up the phone and wiped the tears from my eyes and took a minute to compose myself before heading back to my siblings.

KAT'S P.O.V.

We were at some garage that looked like it was doing pretty well for itself. It smelled and looked just like any garage and it reminded me of when I was little and I would sit on the tool box while dad worked on the Impala and would occasionally ask for tools that were laid out on my lap. I would hand them to him, making mistakes and handing him the wrong ones until I was really familiar with them.

"So you and John Winchester, used to own this garage together?" Dean asked. I looked up at him a little shocked. I didn't know that dad owned a garage. I shrugged it off as something that they had talked about while I had taken my nap.

"Yeah, we used to, a long time ago. Matter of fact, it must be, uh…twenty years since John disappeared. So why the cops interested all of a sudden?" He picked up a rag and started whipping the grease off of his hands.

"Oh we're re-opening some of our unsolved cases, and the Winchester disappearance is one of them," Dean lied smoothly. Now I know what you're thinking. I look way too young and hot to be a cop. Well thank you for thinking such kind thoughts! We told Garage Dude that I was interning.

"Oh, well, what do you wanna know about John?" I think the question for me should have been 'would you like to know what your father was like before you mom was murdered by some crazy yellow eyed demon and decided to dedicate his whole life to hunting this thing down and dragging his kids along for his crusade only to disappear after sixteenish years.' I like that question more, but knew that I couldn't ask that one out loud without getting sent to a nut house.

"Anything you remember really, anything at all," I replied. I was trying to play my role but honestly I just wanted to go take some pain medication to get the pain to subside for a little while. I could feel small beads of sweat forming on my temples and was thankful that my hair covered it.

"Well…he was a stubborn bastard, I remember that." We all laughed. It was good to know that some things stay the same. "And, uh, whatever the game, he hated to lose, you know? It's that whole Marine thing." Something else that never changed. "But, oh, he sure loved Mary. And he doted on those kids." Okay, so we still had yet to learn something about our dad.

"But that was before the fire?" Sam asked.

"That's right." Um, hello, care to elaborate?

"He ever talk about that night?" Sam questioned.

"No, not at first. I think he was in shock." I think we would all be in shock if we saw our soul mates stuck to a ceiling with their stomachs ripped open bleeding out then just burst into flames.

"Right, but eventually? What did he say about it?" Sam pressed. This was honestly the longest time I think Dean has been quiet for a case in years but then again this wasn't just any case.

"Oh, he wasn't thinkin' straight. He said somethin' caused that fire and killed Mary." No shit, Sherlock.

"He ever say what did it?" Ladies and gentleman I give you the voice of Dean Winchester!

"Nothin' did it. It was an accident –- an electrical short in the ceiling or walls or somethin'. I begged him to get some help, but…" he trailed off.

"But what?" Dean pressed further. Couldn't this guy just tell us everything he knew without having to probe him for more? I needed to sit and I definitely needed a pain pill.

"Oh, he just for worse and worse." I wanted to stop listening but I just couldn't. This was my dad he was talking about.

"How so?" I questioned. There seemed to be a lot of questioning going on here today more so then most days.

"Oh, he started readin' these strange ol' books. He started goin' to see this palm reader in town." Dad? Going to see a palm reader? Whhaaaa?

"Palm reader?" Dean felt the same about what he had just said. "Uh, do you have a name?" he asked. The guy scoffed.

"No." See, if this guy had seen even a fourth of the crazy shit us Winchesters had he probably wouldn't think palm readers were so crazy.

We stopped at some roadside payphone to look for any psychics that were in town.
"All right, so there are a few psychics and palm readers in town. There's someone named El Divino. There's, uh –" Sam paused a moment to laugh, "-there's the Mysterious Mister Fortinsky. Uh, Missouri Moseley—"

"Wait, wait," Dean said stopping him. "Missouri Moseley?"

"What?" Sam questioned.

"That's a psychic?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess so." Sam answered as Dean walked to the Impala and pulled out dad's journal.

"In Dad's journal…here, look at this," he handed the journal to Sam who lowered it enough so that we could both read it. "First page, read that."

"I went to Missouri and I learned the truth." I read aloud before I looked up at Dean.

"I always thought he meant the state," Dean stated with a shrug.

We drove to this Missouri Moseley's house to see what she could tell us. We were sitting in her waiting room…waiting, when she finally came out.

"All right, there. Don't you worry 'bout a thing. Your wife is crazy about you," Missouri said guiding a man out the front door. Once he was out she watched his retreating form. "Whew. Poor bastard. His woman is cold-bangin' the gardener," she shook her head after she closed the door.

"So, then why didn't you tell him his wife if bangin' the gardener?" I asked.

"People don't come here for the truth," she said, "They come here for good news." I saw Dean and Sam smirk. "Well?" she said, starting to walk away. "Sam, Dean, and Kat, I don't got all day." I turned my head around and gave Sam and Dean my best wide eyes confused look as I walked ahead of them. "Well, lemme look at ya," she laughed. "Oh you kids grew up to be so good looking." She smiled at the three of us. "And you were one goofy looking kid too." She pointed her finger at Dean. I about died and Sam was having a hard time controlling his smile. At first I didn't understand what she was doing when she grabbed Sam's hand but then her face fell. "Oh, honey...I'm sorry about your girlfriend. And your father- he's missing?"

"How did you know all that?" Sam asked the question that we were all thinking.

"Well, you were just thinkin' it just now." She stated. Crap, mind reader.

"Well, where is he? Is he okay?" Dean asked.

"I don't know." gerr.

"Don't know? Well, you're supposed to be a psychic, right?" Oh, Dean…you shouldn't talk. Why did God give you a mouth? Or a penis for that matter. Those two body parts alone have gotten us in more trouble than anything. I had forgotten temporarily that there was a mind reader in the room but was reminded of it when she smirked at my thought.

"Boy, you see me sawin' some bony tramp in half? You think I'm a magician?" You go, girl! "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." We all took our seats and Missouri sat across from us.

"Boy, you put your foot on my coffee table, I'm 'a whack you with a spoon!" I dropped my chin to my chest and slightly turned my head to Dean's direction and raised an eyebrow.

"I didn't do anything!" Dean tried to defend himself but it was no good.

"But you were thinkin' about it," she pointed out. "And you," she snapped causing me to whip my head in her direction. "Take the damn pills! You think you being in pain is going to help your brothers any?" The way she was looking at me made me feel like if mom were still alive that she would look at me the same way. Missouri's face softened and she gave me a knowing look. I looked over to my brothers. Sam was giving me death glares and Dean just averted his eyes which meant he knew I wasn't taking the pain pills.

"You're right, Dean did know. He was just waiting a little longer before he tied you down and forced them into you." I felt like a kicked puppy. Okay, maybe I didn't like this lady anymore and I should have waited in the car.

"Okay. So, our dad –- when did you first meet him?" Sam asked. I knew he wasn't going to let the not taking pain pills slide and he was just waiting till we were alone before he said anything. Missouri gave a slight nod confirming my train of thought. I sighed and leaned back into the sofa.

"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."

"What about the fire? Do you know about what killed our mom?" Dean asked leaning forward to get closer to her.

"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?" I asked, mimicking Dean's movement of leaning forward which cause pain to shoot up my stomach but I chose to ignore it. Well…I ignored it until Missouri gave me a look that told me to sit back. So I did.

"I…" she trailed off.

"What is it?" It was Sam's turn to mimic our eldest brother's movements.

"I don't know," she said, softly. "Oh, but it was evil."

"Well," I said. "We think something is going on there. And it's going to hurt the people that live there." Missouri had gotten up and walked over to shut the door.

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

"We know something is back in the house," I corrected.

"I don't understand." She said, as she walked back over and retook her seat.

"What?" Sam asked.

"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?" I shrugged, not knowing what else to do.

"I don't know. But Dad going missing and Jessica dying and now this house all happening at once – it just feels like something's starting." Sam sounded sad. His face looked it and his posture screamed it.

"That's a comforting thought." Like I said, I don't know why Dean was granted with a mouth.

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