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Chapter 19
" You're absolutely sure about this?" Asked Missouri Mosely, watching as John and Dean Winchester were packing their numerous bags of weapons and supplies into the trunk of the Impala.
They were outside where it was chilly, the Kansas skies gray and forshadowing the coming snow that had been forecasted.
" Missouri, its just a regular salt and burn in the woods the next county over. We can handle it." Assured John.
" Besides, I'm goin stir crazy just sittin around here." Added Dean, clean shaven and looking almost like his old self save for the slight dark circles under his eyes and marginal worn look in his pale face.
During the last week, things had improved a little bit.
Though both the Winchester's still had an air of immense sorrow around them, at times, Dean's smart-ass personality would return for a little while and John would be back to his old gruff self.
The two them would be their normal selves for a little while in the passing day and then go back to nearly drowning in their grief, mostly during the night.
" I'm just wonderin if it's too soon for you guys to be goin back out there." Sighed Missouri.
" Well, thanks for the concern but, we'll be alright, and it's only for a couple days. We'll be back before you know it." Said John as he forcefully closed the trunk.
Missouri let out a final sigh before she stepped forward and pulled both men into a tight hug.
" Just keep yourselves safe out there, ya hear?"
" Will do." Sighed John.
" Yeah." Said Dean quietly as they pulled away from the motherly woman.
Missouri watched as father and oldest son climbed into the newly cleaned 1967 Chevy Impala, Dean at the wheel and John riding shotgun.
With a small growl, the car rumbled to life.
Missouri waved from where she stood on the sidewalk infront of her house, wrapped in a shawl over her red-knitt sweater.
She watched the black vintage car until it reached the end of the street and turned a corner and disappeared.
" Come back home in one piece boys." She whispered to the air before she turned and walked up the path back to her house.
Dean POV:
Man this is so hard.
I don't really know what the hell I'm doing.
Sure, I'm now driving to a new hunt in the next county, we'll be there by nightfall.
To think, it been a whole month since Sammy...
Not a day goes by that I don't remember what happen that day in the hospital.
Oh God...
A whole month since a drop of blood had fallen on my hand.
A whole month since me and Dad looked up at the ceiling.
A whole month since a pair of moss-green eyes stared back at me... dying.
A whole month since I watched my brother die... pinned to the ceiling... gutted...
A whole month since I watched the flames take my Sammy from me.
I quickly shake myself out of my train of thought and focus solely on driving. I even will myself to turn on the radio, a cheesy country song was playing on the local station.
It's funny, the thought of playing my regular music makes my ears ache.
Sammy calls... Called it my ' Mullet Rock '.
I can't bare to listen to it now.
I just can't bare it.
Not right now.
God Sammy, how am I supposed to go on with you gone?
And not in the see ya later I'm at Stanford gone, you're gone... You're really gone...
Sammy... you're gone... and it's all my fault.
John's POV:
If it's possible, my heart just breaks again as I stare at Dean.
God, this is all so screwed up... It blows my mind that a whole month has passed by since my baby boy died.
Besides my baby bein dead, my oldest just exists, he's not alive... not vibrant with whatever inside him that made him the Dean I know and love very much.
It's like his soul died with his brother.
I think, another part of me died that day too... Just like a part of me died that night twenty-two years ago... When I lost my Mary.
Oh Mary... Mary... I failed you Mary... I failed our boys... I failed.
Sammy... My baby boy Sammy... It's all my fault you're gone... It's all my fault.
Normal POV:
Dean and John were silent but their mind were as one, wracked with a near crippling guilt and longing for a tall, lanky young man with moss-green eyes and a deep dimpled grin.
They drove on in silence out of Lawrence to there job in the next county, they'd make it there by nightfall.
The Impala roared down the deserted road, the gray skies above it and the dying wheatfields around it.
Several hours later...
Missouri Mosely let out a deep sigh as she looked out the window at the fast approaching dusk.
The setting sun was not visible amidst the gray, ominous looking clouds.
Missouri felt another spike of anxiety go through her.
She just couldn't put her finger on it but, something was up, she felt a sense of foreboding, but couldn't figure out what was coming.
With another sigh, Missouri got up from her chair by the window and went into the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea.
She was just about to reach for a mug from one of the kitchen cabinets when...
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
An unearthly, ear-shattering sound crashed through the previously peaceful, calm air.
" OH MY GOD." Cried Missouri as she was all but knocked off her feet.
With wide, terrified eyes, Missouri crawled under her kitchen table and stared out from under it into her living room.
She gasped at what she saw.
There, in her livingroom was a chaotic vortex of shimmering blue light that crackled with electric energy.
The collumn of light swirled round and round and Missouri had to sheild here eyes as the light grew more intense with each pasing second.
The very scared woman let out a small cry and turned away from the sight of her living room in blue lighted chaos as everything went white.
Then, there was silence.
Total, absolute silence so thick you could cut through it with a knife.
Missouri lay curled up in a tiny ball under her table, absolutely terrified and her brain totally vapor-lock by what had just happened.
What the hell did just happen?
Missouri let another small whimper of fear as her ears caught the slight shuffling sound... somthing was here, something had come with the light.
Then, there were footsteps, slow and firm, that were coming closer and closer to her.
Missouri nearly jumped off the floor when the table above her was slowly pushed back, the table legs scrapping over the floor.
Then, there was silence once again save for Missouri's shaky, quick breaths as she tried her hardest not to start screaming in terror.
Suddenly, Missouri felt something warm and gentle come to press itself onto the top of her head.
A wave of calmness warmth washed over her.
" I didn't think it was possible for you to curl up into such a tiny ball there Missouri." Came deep, familiar voice laced with quiet amusement.
Missouri felt a jolt go through her as she instantly recognized the voice but... It couldn't possibly be who she thought it was.
Gathering up whatever frayed nerves she had left, Missouri uncurled herself enough so that she could look up and see who this mystery person was.
Missouri felt all the breath leave her body as her dark brown eyes stared back at a pair of deep, smiling moss green orbs.
Then, everything went black as the psychic woman promptly passed out.
Sam Winchester let out a small sigh as he stared at the now unconscious woman.
" Well, that went well." Said another female voice from behind him. Alkaya, with a now seven and a half month bump under her large, hooded black overcoat. The same one she'd been wearing the night Sam had been brought back.
Sam turned and shrugged at his very pregnant mate before he turned back to Missouri.
" I'll bring her over to the couch before she comes to." Said Sam before his moss-green eyes turned a pale milky blue, igniting with power. Missouri was gently levitated off of her kitchen floor and began to slowly float beside Sam as he stood up.
" I'll go and fix up the rest of the livingroom." Said Alkaya as she waddled over to one of the overstuffed chairs and took a seat.
Her blue-green eyes turned a pure milky blue as well as she used her own powers of telekinesis to straighten out al the furniture and whatnot that had been left in shambles by their highly luminous arrival back into the really real world.
Sam gently guided Missouri's temporarily airbourne body over to her large sofa while the rest of her furniture and other homely items were being gently moved back into place by Alkaya from where she sat.
Missouri was slowly set down on the sofa with Sam taking a seat on the coffee table beside her.
Now, they'd wait for her to return to the land of the conscious.
Meanwhile, in woods at the outskirts of the next county...
" Well, this is it, this is where the reports of people being attacked by a ' Ghostly woman ' have been happenin." Said Dean as he parked the Impala just a few feet from an abandoned well by the edge of the forrest of trees, painted black by the early night.
" Are you really ready for this Kiddo?" Asked John.
Dean let out a deep sigh at this question before he turned to his father, his eyes blazing with determination.
" To be honest... I don't know Dad, but I need to do this, if I don't get back in the game now, I'll never get back in it. I have to do this... I have to do cause if I don't, my grief's gonna kill me. And... Sammy wouldn't want that to happen to me."
Dean's voice had been strong throughout most of the explanation but, at the very end, his voice grew quiet, almost breaking when he mentioned his 'dead' brother's name.
John felt his heart both break and swell with pride at the same time.
" Alright, let go burn this mother." Said Dean gruffly.
John nodded and got out of the Impala, Dean following suit.
As father and oldest son walked to the trunk of the Impala to get their necessary items, the clouds released their frozen condensation as white snowflakes began to lightly fall from the heavens.
Both men took steadying breaths and shouldered their bags while each gripping a shotgun filled with rock-salt.
Together, they walked into the dark woods, not knowing that a simple salt and burn would end up becoming something the two of them would ever forget.