Puck rubbed his ear lobe, keeping a steady eye on Rachel. The woman beside him had her mouth compressed into a thin line, his leather jacket still hanging loosely over her frame. This entire situation was too surreal to contemplate, and this was coming from someone who wouldn't bat an eye if a werewolf suddenly appeared in front of him. Rachel had been strident in her determination that Annie meant no harm, freaking the shit out of him by having a casual conversation with the ghost he couldn't see at all. It seemed Annie had taken a swan dive down the stairs of the house her fiancé had bought, the same house he had then sold to the Kanes. Now she couldn't leave, no matter how hard she tried.

Face it. The fact that Rachel can actually legit see the thing is what scares you the most.

Rachel had stared open-mouthed at Annie last night, even going so far as to reach out to touch the ghost. What happened next had Puck glancing to Rachel's hand, which he had wrapped up gently. Something had burnt the skin off her fingers, as if her hand had come into contact with an electric fence. There had been an unearthly scream that had set the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. He had called Dean, wanting to know if the other hunter could help, only to receive word that Sam had been going through something similar during their case. Dean had told him to meet him at an address in Kansas, which was where Rachel and him were now.

'Would you quit sulkin'?' Puck finally bit out, Rachel whirling around to face him.

'We just left her there Noah!'

'Okay,' Puck sighed, retreading familiar ground. 'First off she's dead. Since she…told you she can't leave the house, she can't exactly go anywhere.'

'She needs our help.'

'Rachel, John Kane needs our help.'

'We aren't vanquishing her,' Rachel told him firmly. 'Annie hasn't done anything wrong.'

'Will you listen to yourself? This woman isn't your friend Rachel. She can't even…fuck do you realize how stupid this is? Why are we even arguing-'

'What matters is that you're afraid of me,' Rachel interrupted, turning her head away. 'Don't even bother lying to me Noah. I saw it last night, and I can even see it right now.'

Puck blinked, his reply dying when Sam and Dean rumbled up behind them in the Impala. Rachel pivoted around, plastering what was undoubtedly a fake smile on her face as the Winchesters locked up Dean's car.

'Hey,' Sam greeted mildly, Dean fixing his eyes on Rachel.

'So you see dead people huh?' Dean asked, continuing without waiting for an answer from her. 'And my brother's having psychic nightmares. What are the odds?'

'What are we doing here?' Rachel demanded, not finding the humour in Dean's words. She darted her eyes over to Sam, who gave her a tentative smile.

Psychic nightmares…

Rachel swallowed when Puck grasped her elbow, Dean telling them that Missouri could help them find the truth.

'Also she might know how to…help you two,' Dean put in. Rachel felt her chest squeeze recognizing the expression she had seen on Puck's face.

He thinks I'm a freak too.

A door opened, drawing their attention to a curveacous dark-skinned woman with her hands on her hips. She surveyed the small knot of people gathered at the foot of her porch.

'I don't like it when strange folk loiter outside my home. So either come in before I get my rollin' pin or scoot,' the woman who was obviously Missouri spoke with a hint of Southern twang. Puck and Dean exchanged a look before deciding to enter, Puck's hand still around her elbow like he was afraid she was going to run otherwise.

Missouri smiled, her thick hair tamed into braids that hung over her shoulder.

'Well let me look at you boys,' she proclaimed, seizing Dean's hand. 'You grew up good, didn't you Sam and Dean Winchester?'

'How did you-'

'Please your Daddy came to me after the fire. You were one goofy lookin' kid back then too Dean,' Missouri stated, dropping his hand to grip Sam's. 'Oh honey I'm sorry about Jessica and your father. John's missin'?'

'How'd you know that?' Dean demanded. Missouri raised an eyebrow.

'Boy you come to find Missouri and don't know what I am?'

'You're a psyhic,' Dean answered.

'Precisely, I can read thoughts and sense energies in a room. And Sam here was just thinkin' about his girlfriend and your Daddy.'

'So you know where we can find him?' Sam asked.

'I'm a psychic boy, not a damn magician. I can't pull facts outta thin air,' Missouri told him, sounding irritated. 'Now move aside so I can see Noah.'

Puck didn't resist when Missouri patted him on the cheek.

'You've grown up before your time son,' Missouri clucked her tongue. 'All that weight. But this girl's been good for your soul.'

Rachel found herself the recipient of a meaningful stare, tamped down the urge to blush when everyone turned to look at her. Puck appeared startled at Missouri's reading, while Rachel bit her lip and told herself not to dwell on the implications.

'And you…you must be Rachel Berry.'

'Yes,' Rachel managed. Missouri didn't reach for her hands, instead studying her intently.

'I saw you when you were just a baby in Leroy's arms.'

'You knew my father?'

'I knew them both. They came here for a reading,' Missouri said, eyes shuttering. 'You were the apple of their eye, and so was Blaine.'

The mention of her brother's name had her eyes burning and Rachel saw sympathy reflected in Missouri's eyes.

'I can see pain and guilt in your eyes child, too much for someone your age. And something…something I can't quite put my finger on,' Missouri murmured, extending a hand towards Rachel. The older woman gave a questioning look at the bandages around her fingers, her warm skin enveloping Rachel's.

What Rachel didn't expect was the scream that ripped out of Missouri's mouth as soon as their skin made contact, or the pulling sensation that tugged at her own.

'Shit!' Someone said and Rachel felt herself being yanked back, knees weak.

Missouri looked at Rachel with wide eyes, her hand held protectively against her chest.

'What happened?' Puck barked out.

'I think we best go inside,' Missouri spoke calmly, though her gaze never left Rachel. 'I don't want Mrs Henderson to come snoopin' into matters that don't concern her.'

That girl has too much power.