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Chapter 20
Missouri Mosely let out a small groan as consciousness returned to her.
As her vision cleared, she found herself staring back at the smiling but somewhat sheepish visage of none other than...
" Oh my God!" Cried Missouri as she sat up, her eyes wide and disbelieving as she gawked at the young man sitting across from her.
Sam was about to say something when Missouri went into full freak-out mode.
" OH MY GOD! OH! OH! OH MY GOD!!!!" She kept shrieking over and over again.
" M-Missouri! Missouri calm down please! Missouri? Missouri?" Said Sam, trying however futile it was to try and calm the very confused and shocked woman.
" You can't be real. You're not Sam Winchester! Sam Winchester's dead. You're not him! " Cried Missouri as tears began to stream from her eyes.
She had to be loosing it. This just wasn't possible.
After a good five minutes on crying and inane babbling, Sam had had enough.
" MISSOURI MOSELY GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF AND SIT STILL!!!" His voice boomed.
From where she sat, Alkaya winced at the sheer volume of her mate's voice but remained silent and watched the preceeding with mild amusement.
But she could see why Missouri was so freaked out. It's not everyday someone you know comes back from the dead. On top of that, Sam was barely recognizable with his long, now darker hair pulled back in a loose ponytail and a few days world of stubble covering his face, a full mustache and goatee already gracing his upper lip and chin.
Missouri instantly went still and stared at Sam with wide, fearful and tearful eyes.
She watched as a look of sadness passed over Sam's face as he spoke.
" Missouri, I am Sam Winchester. It is me. I-I'm not dead." He said quietly before he slowly reached out towards the very frightened woman.
Missouri shrank back from the approaching hand, let out a small sob.
" I'm not gonna hurt you Missouri, just take my hand, please?"
Something in Sam's voice made Missouri calm down somewhat and with a steadying breath, she slowly, hestitantly reached out towards the slightly larger hand.
She let out a small gasp when Sam reached out the rest of the way and gripped her hand, gently but firmly in his own.
Sam gently brought Missouri's hand to his cheek and gave the woman a sad but hopeful smile.
Missouri's abilities kicked in right then and there.
" Oh... My goodness." Whispered Missouri in awe as she read the very aura of the young man sitting before her.
Indeed, Sam was who he said he was, but his aura was now a hundred times stronger than the first time she'd read him back when there was that Poltergeist in the old Winchester home several months ago.
His very soul was so charged with such pure light, so powerful and strong it made Missouri's whole body tremble a little.
" Sammy?" Whispered Missouri in disbelief as her other hand came to cup Sam's other cheek.
" Yeah, it's me." Said Sam as he blinked a few times against the burn of tears.
" Boy, where the Hell have you been?!" Yelled Missouri as with a heaving sob, she yanked Sam into a crushing embrace.
" It's a really really long story." Said Sam as he hugged Missouri back.
As she hugged Sam, Missouri's tearful eyes once again met another pair of eyes, these were a stunning blue-green and they smiled back at her shyly, Alkaya's big black overcoat doing a very good job of hiding a certain other someone from Missouri's confused gaze.
" Sam, who is that?" Asked Missouri as she pulled away from Sam and stared at the stunningly beautiful young woman sitting in one of her overstuffed armchairs.
" Her name is Alkaya, she's a very special someone, and like I said, it's a really long story, Alkaya can fill you in on a few bits once I get her upstairs." Said Sam with an apologetic look at Missouri before he got up from the coffee table and walked over to the woman sitting in the armchair.
Missouri watched as Sam held out a had to Alkaya. The young woman gripped Sam's hand with a sheepish little smile as she climbed to her feet with some difficulty.
Alkaya's thick wool coat fell away a little and Missouri found her lungs loosing all capability to draw in air as her wide, dark eyes fell on the very pronounced bump that had been hiding all this time.
" Samuel Winchester... Is... Is that what I think it is?" Asked Missouri as she pointed to Alkaya's very swollen midsection, her already vapor-locked mind nearly getting overloaded by what her eyes were seeing.
" If your thinking it's a baby bump then... Yeah, it's a baby bump." Said Sam with a small blush as he wrapped an arm around Alkaya's shoulders for additional support.
The blue-green eyed woman sent Missouri a sheepish look of her own in silent confirmation.
Once again, Missouri felt herself grow light-headed.
But this time, Sam was having none of that.
His eyes flashed blue for a split second as he spoke.
" You are not gonna faint on me again Ms. Missouri Mosely."
Missouri instantly felt the urge to pass out again leave her.
Officially wondering if this was all some freaky dream she was in the thralls of, Missouri scrambled to her feet and joined the man and Woman already standing.
" You have got a whole lot of explaining to do." Said Missouri, her voice serious and hands on her hips as she sent a hard stare at Sam. She was getting mad as hell at the newly discovered to be very much alive Samuel Winchester. At the moment, Missouri Mosley wanted to tear him a new one.
" Yeah, I know but like I said, after I get her upstairs." Said Sam as he gestured to the woman by his side.
That seemed to stave off Missouri's wrath as she her eyes shifted to the young woman, Alkaya as Sam had mention.
Alkaya gave Missouri a shy smile and held out a long fingered hand to the psychic.
" It's nice to meet you Ms. Missouri Mosely." She said quietly.
Missouri was marginally apprehensive for a second but, as she looked into the calm, blue-green depths of Alkaya's eyes, she felt herself relent and gently took the offered hand into her own.
At once, Missouri felt an intense, soothing warmth spread from her fingertips to her very soul.
Missouri had never felt anything like what she felt at that very moment.
This pale-eyed woman had by far the purest aura she'd ever read in her entire life.
On top of that, there was yet another presence, this one was smaller and truely innocent...
The child growing inside Alkaya's womb.
Sam's baby.
Missouri felt an astonished smile spread across her face.
Alkaya too smiled at the other woman as she gave Missouri's hand a firm squeeze before gently letting go.
They stood in silence before Missouri snapped out of her giddy trance. She sobered and sent Sam a hard look before she spoke.
" You lucky I have another spare room." She said quietly before she beckoned them to follow her.
The two younger people followed Missouri out of the livingroom and over to the main staircase that led to the second floor.
Missouri watched as without a word, Sam took Alkaya into his arms, the woman wrapping her arms around Sam's neck.
" Guess chivalry ain't all the way dead around here." Sighed Alkaya.
Sam chuckled and held her close.
Missouri stared at the two of them, in silent awe at the pure, unadultered love that seemed to radiate from the both of them as Sam carefully carried Alkaya up the steps to the second floor.
When they reached second floor, Sam only put Alkaya down due to her insistance that she could walk the rest of the way.
Missouri led them to her last vacant room down the hall but, as they walked down the hall, Sam abruptly stopped outside one of the rooms.
Missouri turned and was about to ask what was wrong when she realized just which room Sam was looking into.
" Aww Dean." Whispered Sam, he could actually feel the residual remnants of his big brother's sorrow and despair radiate from the very room Dean had been staying in.
" Sam." Came a quiet female voice a little bit ahead of him.
Sam jerked out of his trance and turned sad eyes to Alkaya, who gave him an understanding look. Sam nodded mutely before he quickly caught up with Missouri and Alkaya.
Missouri opened the door for the two of them and the they all filed in.
" Pushy father-hen to be." Grumbled Alkaya as Sam ushered her over to the bed.
" Yeah Yeah." Retorted Sam with a small grin as he pulled back the covers for his mate and then helped her get her coat off before Alkaya's climbed in under the covers.
Missouri watched the two of them and felt like laughing out loud at their antics, a good laugh was something she hadn't had in a long while come to think of it.
" Just take it easy." Said Sam before he leaned in and planted a soft kiss to Alkaya's cheek while he ran a hand over her braided hair.
" Hey, don't get all mushy on me Bean Stalk. You got two guys who need you more than I do right now." Said Alkaya with a small smile as she gave Sam a tiny peck on the tip of his nose.
" Now get out here and find your Dad and brother before they get themselves killed."
At these words, Missouri felt a jolt as she watched Sam nod and pull away from Alkaya with a small pat to her preganant belly.
Sam stood and turned to Missouri and spoke.
" Take care of her for me Missouri. I'll be back later... With them."
Missouri was about to ask Sam what was going on when the youngest Winchester's eyes began to glow an eerie electric blue, then the rest of his being began to and then burst into blue flames before disappearing completely. Leaving only a very startled Missouri and a sheepish Alkaya in the room.
Alkaya sent Missouri an apologetic smile before she beckoned the older woman to take a seat on the side of the bed.
For reasons she had yet to figure out, Missouri felt totally at ease in the same room as this very mysterious pale eyed woman who was now laying in one of her guestbeds.
" What the hell just happened?" Asked Missouri as she took a seat beside the younger woman.
" Don't worry about him Ms. Mosely, Sam just teleported out of here so he could get to the next county as fast as he could." Answered Alkaya.
" The next county? That's where..." Missouri trailed off as Alkaya nodded silently and then spoke.
" Like I said, those two guys need Sammy more than I do at the moment."
" Missy, you better start explainin a few things. Starting with that." Said Missouri sternly as she gestured to Alkaya's seven and and a half month bump.
" Yes, Ma'am." Said Alkaya.
Meanwhile, back in the next county...
Dean and John were deep in the woods and it was fully night time now.
The snow was still just trickling from the skies. Little flakes of white dance around the two Winchester as they walked down the dirt path.
" According to the report, Old Mrs. Jane Dixon must be buried in these woods somewhere near where her house once stood." Said Dean as he kept a wary eye on his surroundings.
" Well, we better find it before her spirit goes and tears someone else to shreds." Said John gruffly.
After a few more minutes of walking and navigating their way through the densely wooded area, the two men found themself in the mouth of a large clearing, littered with the feint traces of the lightly falling snow.
" Well, this is it, this is where her house stood." Said Dean as he looked around the area. It was was forbodingly silent.
" No we just got to find her bones." Said John.
" They say she was buried between two weeping willow trees that her son planted. They should be easy to find seeing as to how everything else around here's oak and Evergreen." Said Dean as he looked around for said trees.
" Since when are you such a botanist?" Asked John with some goodnatured snarkiness.
To his silent delight, he watched a small grin spread over his oldest son.
But then, both men quickly sobered, knowing they had a job to do and a pair of trees to find.
The two of them looked around the whole of the clearing until they spotted the very distinct looking pair of trees.
" Start digging, I'll keep a look out for the spook." Said John as he cocked his shotgun, adrenaline begining to flow through his bloodstream.
" Yes Sir." Said Dean as he pulled a shovel out of his bag, he began piercing the black soil with the metal edge of the shovel, loosening it as best he could before he began to dig as fast as he could.
John kept his gaze sharply around the area, looking for any of the tell-tale signs of the rouge spirit.
The two Winchester didn't notice a pair of dead, murderous red eyes staring at them from the darkness.
After a few minutes of fast digging, Dean felt the tip of his shovel hit somthing hard, wodden.
" Yatzee." He muttered as he worked on clearing out the rest of the dirt.
" Hurry up Dean." Said John, his hunter's sense telling him that something was really off.
Just as Dean had pried the top of the coffin open, an earshattering screech crashed through the air.
Dean looked up just in time to see the pale, ghostly white haired apparition of Jane Dixon make itself known.
The hideous spirit was careening towards the two hunters, her mouth open in a roar and her hands up and stretched out like claws.
John readied his shotgun and aimed it at the fast approaching spirit.
" Hurry Dean!!!" Yelled John as he pulled the trigger, the blast of the shotgun booming through the air as it discharged a roind of rocksalt.
The many small, high-spead projectiles of salt zoomed through the air and hit Dixon's spirit head on.
The white spirit desintegrated as the salt crashed though it. Then, there was silence as the very dangerous being had been temporarily repelled.
Dean was now scrambling to get the lid all the way off with one hand while his other was frantically rummaging through the bag for the salt and accelerant.
But then, John's scream made Dean stop dead and look up, just in time to see his father go flying through the air and landing near the center of the clearing with bonejarring force.
" DAD!" Yelled Dean as he dropped the can of salt and went to reach for his own shotgun.
But, the majorly pissed spirit of Jane Dixon was a hell of a lot faster.
Dean let out a scream of agony as he felt the spirits talon-like nails dig into the flesh of his right shoulder and left flank, yanking him off his feet effortlessly and then hurling him away from the grave.
" OOFF!"
Dean landed with a dull thud a few feet from John, who was bleeding from deep slashes in his right arm and his left leg.
" SON OF A BITCH!" Yelled Dean in immense pain as he felt the warm, sticky wetness of blood beging to seep from the wounds in his shoulder and side.
" Dean, we need the guns!" Said John, barely supressing a groan as he tried and failed to get back on his feet.
Above the two men, Jane Dixon's spirit circled like a hunger bird of prey, ready and waiting to swoop down on it's prey.
Dean too tried feebly to get to his feet but for some strange reason, he felt his body slowly going numb.
" Dad, I can't feel my legs!" Yelled Dean.
" I can't feel mine either, Just try to crawl back to the grave!" Yelled John with another small grunt of pain.
The two men tried to crawl back towards the weeping willow trees that marked Jane Dixon's grave but it was a futile effort as with another screech, the spirit that had been circling above them like a hungry predator, came swooping in for the kill.
John and Dean were so preoccupied with their current situtaion, they didn't see a tall collumn of electric blue flames materialize out of thin air beside the two willow trees and then vanish just as quickly as they appeared leaving something, or rather someone it their wake.
" DEAN!" Screamed John as he watched in horror as the spirit began to close in on his son.
Dean looked up and in that moment, saw his life flash before his eyes.
This was it... He was gonna die... He was gonna die... Oh my God this was it...
Dean closed his eyes and in one final, feeble attempt to protect himself, he raised his arms over his head and waited for what would most certainly be a very painful death.
But then... Nothing happened...
" What the hell?" Dean heard John whisper.
Dean slowly lowered his hands from his face and looked up, only to come face to face with... a very confused looking spirit of Jane Dixon?
Dean stared back at his would be muderer with wide, shocked hazel green eyes.
" Huh?" Asked Dean to no one in particular as he stared at the spirit that had stopped dead mere inches from sinking her claws back into his already injured body.
Then there was an eerie silence before Dixon's spirit let out an unearthly shriek as she was visciously yanked backwards by some unseen force, away from the injured hunters.
Dean and John watched with shocked eyes and Jane Dixon was hurled into a nearby oak tree with such force the trunk of the old tree cracked nearly in half. But, then she was viciously yanked to the side and slammed into yet another tree. this time causing several branches to break off and crash to the frozen black ground.
The two Winchester's watched as the shrieking spirit was once again viciously yanked through the air, this time careening upwards until she suddenly came to a violent halt near the very tops of the trees.
" THIS IS FOR HURTING MY BROTHER!" A deep, familiar voice filled with immense anger roared through the already charged air.
John and Dean whirled around at this voice and both men felt their hearts stop cold in their chests as there eyes fell on the tall, dark hair young man standing beside Jane Dixon's grave, eyes ablaze with power and rage.
" S-Sammy?" Whispered Dean and John at the same time.
A shriek from Dixon's spirit turned John and Dean's attention back to her, just in time to see her crash to the ground with earth-shaking force.
But no sooner had the spirit hit the ground like a small comet, she was forcefully hoisted back into the air with a wave of Sam's hand.
" THIS IS FOR HURTING MY DAD!" Yelled Sam as he wrenched his hand down, his eyes blazing still.
Like a rag-doll, Dixon's spirit was once again pummeled to the ground beginning to form a small crater where she hit the frozen earth.
She was wrenched high into the air a third time as Sam yelled out again.
" THIS IS FOR ALL THE PEOPLE YOU MURDERED!"
Dixon now let out a small, plaintiff shriek as she was mercilessly slammed into the ground for a thrid time.
This time however, she didn't get wrenched back into the air, instead, see looked up with wide eyes at the strange man who'd in essence, kicked her ghostly butt to Kingdom Come and back.
" This... This is all for you." Growled Sam, his voice now quiet and deadly as he turned his still blazing gaze to the decaying mass of bones inside the maggot eaten casket.
" INCENDIA!"
An enormous blue flame erupted from Sam's palm and like a missile, it shot straight into the hole Dean had created when he'd first dug up the grave. The whole was quickly filled with the blue fire, the bones it held within it slowly begining to burn to ash.
Dean and John looked back from the tall, very pissed off young man standing over Jane Dixon's grave to the spirit pinned the ground a few feet from them.
" YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
The spirit of Jane Dixon let out a final, blood curdling scream as she began to disintegrate, burning up just like her bones until there was nothing left.
Then, there was silence.
Dean and John lay on the ground, their bodies slowly going numb from the wounds the now destroyed spirit of Jane Dixon had inflicted.
The two eldest Winchester's whirled around as fast as their bodies would allowed when they heard the sound of slow, approaching footsteps.
The two older Winchester gawked up at the young man who seemed to loom over them, his long black coat bellowing out around him while the still light shower of snow danced and twirled amidst the coat tails.
His eyes were still glowing, though not as intensly as a few second earlier.
They were so caught up in disbelief, the ability to speak had been temporarily forgotten.
It took every ounce of will Sam had not to pounce on the two men, his family which he hadn't seen in what had been a whole year for him. But, he thought better of it and would settle for healing the both of them first.
Sam's eyes flashed with energy and then slid shut as he unleashed the familiar pulses of energy towards the two injured men on the forrest floor.
Dean and John lay still but gasped as the pulses passed through them.
They both gasped as a warm, soothing heat filled the both of them, the pain of their various injuries melting away, on top of all that, Dean and John both felt themselves engulfed by a feeling on sheer, unconditional love.
Once the pulses had passed through them, Dean and John reached out with shaky hand and checked themselves over.
Gone were the slash marks in John's leg and arm.
Gone too, were the punture wounds in Dean's shoulder and side.
The two Winchester looked first at eachother before turning their gazes to the tall young man watching them silently from where he stood.
" S-Sammy?" They whispered in unison.
" Hey guys." Said Sam softly with a small somewhat sad smile as his eyes began to swim with tears.
Dean and John both let out small moans before they both prompty passed out. Leaving a stunned Sam in their wake.
Sam let out a small huff as he stared down at the two unconscious men laying before him.
" You know... That's getting to be kinda annoying."