Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Supernatural or its characters. However I do own the AU universe and the OCs. The universe of Silthrims and Royalia are completely my creations and hence totally mine. Althea, Mara, Maya, Ryan, Matt and all other OCs definitely belong to me as well.

The story is UnBeta'd till date, so all mistakes, big or small, are definitely mine.

A/N : Hey there!

Hope you all are doing great… here's another update… Finally Home… Seeing that it is many of your favorite episode, I do hope you like it… Also I hope you like Matt's middle name… I was confused between Jonathan and Jeffery… in the end, I went with Jeffery…

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Home I

I have these nightmares … And sometimes... they come true ….

Lawrence, Kansas - Outside the Winchester old residence

"Wow… all these years and we haven't ever been here… it's a great place, huh" Matt wondered why they had never returned – the house was just as beautiful as they had seen in the old photos of Sam and Dean. He had often wished they could come back and live there … but, of course he knew that could never be… even as he looked at Dean's face he could see the answer painfully etched in his eyes… the memories … they could never live normal lives…

"You gonna be all right, man?" Matt asked quietly.

"Let me get back to you on that." Dean, as usual, diverted, getting out of the car.

Ryan breathed in the fresh air…it was just a nightmare… he repeated to himself, as Dean knocked on the front door. Ryan gasped as the door was opened by the woman of his nightmare… and judging by Sam's reaction, he knew it was the woman in his dreams … nightmares … as well… Jenny …

"Yes?"

"Sorry to bother you, ma'am, but we're with the Fed- "

Sam cut Dean off mid-sentence. "I'm Sam Winchester, and these are my brothers, Dean, Mattie and Ry. We used to live here. You know, we were just drivin' by, and we were wondering if we could come see the old place."

"Winchester. Yeah, that's so funny. You know, I think I found some of your photos the other night."

"You did?"

She nodded and stepped aside. "Come on in. I am Jenny…"

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"And that woman, Jenny, that was the woman in your dreams?" Dean seemed overwhelmed.

Let's imagine what he'd do if he found out I saw her in my nightmares as well… and well, I also knew her name… yeah, that'd go so well…

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

"Yeah, well, I'm just freaked out that your weirdo visions are comin' true."

See, Mom? That's exactly why I am never gonna tell them… it's bad enough Matt knows about all the mess and of course that turned out so well… only with Sammy and Dean, it would be thousand times worse… and imagine what'd happen when they finally understood Dad's hatred…

Sam seemed to be panicking. "Well, forget about that for a minute. The thing in the house, do you think it's the thing that killed Mom and Jessica?"

"I don't know!" Dean was overwhelmed.

"Well, I mean, has it come back or has it been here the whole time?"

"Or maybe it's something else entirely, Sam, we don't know yet."

"Well, those people are in danger, Dean. We have to get 'em out of that house."

"And we WILL"

"NO, I mean NOW."

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

"Then what are we supposed to do?"

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"We just gotta chill out, that's all. You know, if this was any other kind of job, what would we do? Dean didn't sound convinced as he advised Sam outside the gas station.

Sam sighed. "We'd try to figure out what we were dealin' with. We'd dig into the history of the house."

"Exactly, except this time, we already know what happened."

"Yeah, but how much do we know? I mean, how much do you actually remember?" Matt asked softly.

Dean paused for a while. "About that night, you mean?"

"Yeah." Sam's voice was even.

"Not much. I remember the fire... the heat…" Dean paused, swallowing back the pain, trying to keep his voice steady. He looked at Sam for a moment and then looked away. "And then I carried you out the front door."

Sam looked up at that."You did?"

Dean frowned. "Yeah, what, you never knew that?"

Sam shook his head. "No."

Matt and Ryan listened on in silence… their older siblings hardly spoke of their lives back then…

"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." Dean was trying hard o keep his voice from breaking.

"And he never had a theory about what did it?"

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

"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."

"Yeah. We'll talk to Dad's friends, neighbors, people who were there at the time."

Sam paused for a while."Does this feel like just another job to you?"

For a while, Dean said nothing, and swallowed hard. They could almost see the mask being forced in place. "I'll be right back. I gotta go to the bathroom." And just like that, he left them. Standing next to the men's room, he dialed a number, which went straight to voicemail.

This is John Winchester. If this is an emergency, call my son, Dean at 866-907-3235.

Dean didn't know what to say but the beep seemed to help him make up his mind…

"Dad…" It was a word that tore at his heart every time he said it, more so now…he really wanted to see his father, to ask him … everything…

"I know I've left you messages before. I don't even know if you'll get 'em. And I do remember the s**t that happened with Matt & Ry… I don't know why you did it and all…" It was a painful issue… Dean had always wondered what went wrong... but right now he didn't feel like judging right and wrong… He cleared his throat.

"But I'm with Sam and the kids. 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..." He couldn't help it anymore… his voice broke. "I don't know what to do…"

Silent tears fought to be let out as he tried to keep it together but it was so hard… it got harder with every passing moment… "So, whatever you're doin', if you could get here. Please. We… I need your help, Dad."

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A toy monkey sat near the play pen… with cymbals in its hands. Without warning, it started up, clashing its cymbals together loudly while cackling. The man … plumber… looked up, confused. The toy stopped. The plumber stood up, trying to turn on the garbage disposal, but it didn't work. He rolled up his sleeve and put his hand down the disposal. He frowned, feeling something in the drain, but his hand came out empty. He put most of his arm back down again. Suddenly, the garbage disposal started up, his arm is being completely torn apart, as blood splattered everywhere. The cymbal-clashing monkey started up again, cackling as the plumber screams.

Ryan woke with a gasp.

"You okay?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, I'm g-good" He licked his lips, trying to calm himself. "Wh-where are we?"

"Mr. Guenther's Auto Repair… You coming?"

"Y-yeah… just give a second… I'll join you…"

He took deep breaths to calm himself and went indoors… his brothers had already started speaking to the owner, Mr Guenther, obviously.

"So you and John Winchester, you used to own this garage together?"

"Yeah, we used to, a long time ago. Matter of fact, it must be, uh... twenty years since John disappeared. So why are the cops interested all of a sudden? I've never seen three…four of them together for questioning… just saying…"

"Uh, we're re-opening some of our unsolved cases, and the Winchester disappearance is one of 'em. It looks to be a big one." Dean had always been good at impromptu lies.

"Oh, well, what do you wanna know about John?"

"Well, whatever you remember, you know, whatever sticks out in your mind?"

"Well... he was a stubborn bastard, I remember that." He said with a chuckle. "And, uh, whatever the game, he hated to lose, you know? It's that whole Marine thing."

They knew.

"But, oh ... well, he sure loved Mary. And he doted on those two kids."

Dean gave a sad smile, even as Sam asked nonchalantly, "But that was before the fire?"

"That's right."

"He ever talk about that night?"

"No, not at first. Uh…I think he was in shock." He said with a sad sigh.

Sam continued even as Dean remained quiet, for a change. "Right. But eventually? What did he say about it?"

"Oh… he wasn't thinkin' straight. He said somethin' caused that fire and killed Mary."

"He ever say what did it?" Dean asked evenly.

"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..."

"But what?"

"Oh, he just got worse and worse."

Dean frowned. "How?"

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

"Palm reader? Uh, do you have a name?"

"No!" He scoffed.

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"I am telling you its gotta be her…!" Matt said excitedly as they waited for Missouri on her couch.

"Yeah? Let's see…and I always thought he meant the state" Dean was skeptical. He knew the twins had met Missouri, under terrible circumstances, of course… they had never known the exact details… it had been pretty painful for the both of them… However, Dean understood that Missouri was someone that the boys often went to for help… gladly… somehow he had never really met her… nor Sam either.

"She's awesome, dude…" Matt could hardly contain himself… even, Ryan seemed more relaxed.

"You have said that a thousand times, I guess?"

"You'll see…" Matt was clearly taken by her.

Dean's reply was cut as Missouri's lilting voice flowed out to the hall, even as she came out escorting a bald man. "All right, then. Don't you worry 'bout a thing. Your wife is crazy about you." She closed the door after him. "Whew. Poor bastard. His woman is cold-bangin' the gardener."

"Why didn't you tell him?" Dean almost scoffed at her….

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

Sam and Dean didn't really know what to say to that. The twins gave her warm hugs and she fussed over them.

"Huh, you got skinnier… Bobby didn't starve you, did he, Mattie? And why on earth are you ignoring poor Ryan… can't you see, he's worried sick…"

Matt stated to whine and she cut him off. "Mathew Jeffery Winchester! Not a word more… We will talk about this later… I believe there are other pressing matters at the moment, boy…" She made for the next room… and then turned back to the startled older Winchester brother."Well? … Sam and Dean, come on already, I ain't got all day."

Dean and Sam exchanged a confused look but followed her to the next room.

"Well, lemme look at ya…" Then she laughed. "Oh, you boys grew up handsome. And you were one goofy-lookin' kid, too." She pointed at Dean, who gave her an incredulous glare while his younger siblings smirked at the new knowledge. "Sam." She held his hand, her eyes filled with sad concern. "Oh, honey... I'm sorry about your girlfriend."

Sam and Dean were shocked, Matt giving them the I-told-you-so look.

"And your father …- he's missin'?"

Sam seemed to have finally overcome his initial shock. "How'd you know all that?"

"Well, you were just thinkin' it just now." She said without any ado.

Sam raised his eyebrows, surprised.

Dean needed answers. "Well, where is he? Is he okay?"

"I don't know."

"Don't know? Well, you're supposed to be a psychic, right?" Dean wasn't happy with I don't know…

"Boy, you see me sawin' some bony tramp in half? You think I'm a magician?" Missouri scowled. "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." Sam smirked at Dean. It seemed like ages since anyone told Dean off or snapped at him, which she did as soon as they took their seats.

"Boy, you put your foot on my coffee table, I'm 'a whack you with a spoon!"

"I didn't do anything."

"But you were thinkin' about it."

Dean couldn't help raising his brows even as his siblings enjoyed themselves… they were enjoying it a little too much…

Dean glared at them and Sam got back to the topic. "Okay… So, our dad - when did you first meet him?"

"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?" Dean asked with bated breath. "D-Do you know about what killed our mom?"

"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..." She shook her head.

Sam continued his probe."What was it?"

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

They told her what they had found out…

"So... you think somethin' is back in that house?" Missouri seemed puzzled.

"Definitely."

"I don't understand."

"What?"

"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 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 really needed answers.

"That's a comforting thought." Dean didn't try to keep the dark humor out of his voice.

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"Sam, Dean. What are you doing here?" Jenny's looked shaken, as she opened the door, holding Ritchie close to herself.

"Hey, Jenny. This is our friend, Missouri." Sam trailed off seeing her very upset.

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

"You know, this isn't a good time. I'm kind of busy."

Dean ignored the tremble in her voice. "Listen, Jenny, it's important. Ow!"

Missouri smacked him on the back of the head. "Give the poor girl a break, can't you see she's upset?" She turned to Jenny. "Forgive this boy, he means well, he's just not the sharpest tool in the shed, but hear me out." She said soothingly, ignoring Dean's scowl.

"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?" Jenny was stunned. She didn't know what to believe anymore.

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

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"I don't know if you boys should be disappointed or relieved, but this ain't the thing that took your mom." Sam really needed answers.

"Wait, are you sure?" Missouri nodded. Sam was edgy and not satisfied – he needed to be sure. "How do you know?"

"It isn't the same energy I felt the last time I was here. It's somethin' different."

"What is it?"

"Not it." She opened the closet. "Them. There's more than one spirit in this place."

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"Seems you have brought everything I have asked for…" She patted Ryan, as they gathered around a table where Matt and Ryan had put down the different herbs and roots that Missouri had asked them to bring.

"So, what is all this stuff, anyway?" Dean asked.

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

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

"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." Dean gave Sam a look.

Missouri gave a sly smile. "She'll live."

"And this'll destroy the spirits?"

"It should. It should purify the house completely. Sam, Dean and myself… we'll each take a floor. Matt, you go with Dean and Ryan can help Sam. But we work fast. Once the spirits realize what we're up to, things are gonna get bad."

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Upstairs, Ryan took a bedroom in the eastern side while Sammy took one next to the stairs. Ryan's room seemed to be a study of sorts… wooden racks filled with books… he walked over to the eastern wall and hammered a hole. Once done, he put the hammer down. That was easy

He realized he'd spoken a little too soon as the cases began to rattle… he didn't wait around and put the pouch in the hole, even as something pierced his shoulder… the pain blinded him as he fell to the floor, smacking his head against a book shelf … his vision swam … he tried to stay awake but soon black void engulfed him…

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"Brothers don't necessarily have to say anything to each other- they can sit in a room and be together and just be completely comfortable with each other."

~ Leonardo Dicaprio

Till next time.

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