Chapter Three:

It was surprisingly easy to convince Jenny to take her kids to the movies, Dean thought. He watched Deanna laugh and smile with them, wrestling with Richie and picking on Sari, who picked back with just as much attitude.

He'd have to ask Deanna later what her relationship was to these people. They obviously trusted her and loved her. And living in their old house...

Dean didn't believe in coincidences.

The four of them watched as Jenny walked her kids down the sidewalk, and out to their car. It was only when they had turned the corner and were out of sight that they all turned back into the living room.

Missouri set down her bag, and started pulling out the small pouches they had made earlier, handing them to Deanna, who passed them out to her brothers. Dean passed out hammers, in order to put small holes in the walls.

"Okay, so we're all agreed on the plan?" Deanna asked, looking from Missouri and then to her brothers. Everyone nodded, and Missouri headed off towards the basement, her point of attack. Deanna gave her brothers a soft smile, and headed off towards the back of the house.

"Hey." Dean called. Deanna turned immediately.

"Be careful." Sam said, looking at her meaningfully.

Deanna tried to smile, and failed slightly. They all knew the past, and what the house was capable of. "Only if you two are." she whispered.

The three Winchesters stared at each other for a moment, and then, as one, turned towards their respective places.

O~O~O

Dean casually walked into the kitchen. He'd fought for it, knowing the kitchen was the most dangerous place to be during a poltergeist attack. There was no way he was letting his little brother or sister anywhere near there.

Walking up to the far wall, he glanced around, making sure nothing was out to get him. He gently moved the blender aside, and held out the hammer, preparing to put a hole in the wall. He froze when a drawer across the room slid open on its own, creaking slightly on the track.

Dean turned to face the drawer, and then ducked as a sharp butcher knife came flying out of it at his head.

"Whoa!" he cried, ducking down again. He reached over and flipped the kitchen table on it's side, just managing to get behind it as four more knives buried themselves in the wood.

Dean let out a string of curse words, hearing things flying around upstairs. The refrigerator opened and food stuffs started flying at him as well, hitting the table and splattering all over the floor.

A loud thump came from just above his head, and Dean stood up quickly.

"Screw this." he muttered to himself, quickly standing up, dodging a plate, and smashing a hole in the wall. He shoved the small bag that Deanna had handed to him into the hole in the wall, and then quickly ran from the kitchen, forks reverberating in the kitchen door as he shut it quickly behind him.

Dean raced for the stairs, Deanna soaking wet and close on his heels, both of them calling for Sam as they went.

There was no answer.

O~O~O

Deanna walked into the downstairs' bathroom, listening for her brothers as she went. She knew why Dean had taken the kitchen, and if the danger junkie wanted the most dangerous place in the house, who was she to argue. He could take care of himself.

Honestly it was Sam she was more worried about. He'd opted for his old room. Deanna had no words for how uncomfortable that made her. She could see the stress in Dean's eyes as well.

It was good to know she wasn't the only one not happy about Sam upstairs, alone.

Dragging her thoughts away from her brothers, and focusing on the task in front of her, Deanna walked over to the wall, just above the toilet, and began tapping gently at the tile with her hammer.

The faucet suddenly started filling the sink with water. She glanced at it, and then frowned.

"You don't scare me. Back off." she growled.

Her only response was the tub starting to fill. Steam began to fill the small space. Deanna ignored it, and continued tapping at the wall, trying to make the hole as small as possible. As she got to the wall behind the tile, a squeaking noise started on her right side. She turned to look.

Get Out!

"You get out. It was my house first." she muttered, more to herself than anything else. Just as she broke through the wall, and shoved the small bag into the wall, she heard a loud thump from upstairs, like the sound of an overgrown little brother hitting the ground hard.

Deanna turned, just in time for the hot water from the sink to rise up and drench her from head to toe.

Managing not to slip on the wet floor, she winced as the hot water made contact with her skin, and raced out of the room. Dean was about three seconds ahead of her, and the two of them ran up the stairs calling for Sam.

O~O~O

Missouri was being extremely careful, monitoring the spirit's and their anger level as she moved silently down the stairs into the basement. She held the hammer comfortably in her left hand, while holding onto the banister with her right.

Things started flying around almost immediately, and Missouri took that as a sign the kids were doing their job.

Walking over to the far wall, she deflected a box that was hurled at her head with a wave of her hand.

"Do not mess with me." she said to the air around her. "I don't scare as easily as the inhabitants of this house do."

A cool wind whipped up around her as she started to dig a hole into the wall with the hammer Dean had given her. Debris started to fly around her.

"You won't get the children. They are strong, finally united together as family. They will destroy you if you attack them."

She shoved the bag into the wall and turned to face the open space.

"This ends now." she growled.

Missouri glared at the open spaces in the basement, listening. All was silent for a brief moment, before she heard Dean and Deanna yelling for Sam.

Missouri raced for the stairs, not liking the note of desperation in their voices as they called out for Sam.

She was stopped however when a large chest of drawers slid across the small space and slammed her up against the wall, holding her still from the waist down.

No matter what, she couldn't move it. All she could hope was for the kids to destroy the spirits. It was the only way she was getting loose and she knew it.

O~O~O

Sam crawled up the stairs and headed for Sari's room. He knew Dean and Deanna didn't like that he was up here alone, after what had happened last time. He completely got it. Really. But as he'd pointed out to them earlier, he hadn't been alone last time and things had still gone to hell.

Deanna had pinched her lips together and frowned at him at that statement. Dean just watched her carefully.

So the plan was to get in and get out as quickly as possible and meet in the living room where both siblings could see him and stop freaking out.

He shook his head, letting a small smile creep up on him. He'd thought Dean was overprotective. Now with Deanna, he'd be unstoppable.

And even though he complained...he knew he wouldn't have it any other way.

Turning the corner into his former nursery, he felt a flair of...something caress his skin. He shuddered and pulled away from it.

"Go away." he muttered to himself. It immediately dissipated, and he sighed in relief.

Sam walked over to the far wall and gently began tapping at the drywall. He felt someone walk up behind him, but assuming it was Dean or Deanna, didn't turn around.

It was then a thin cord wrapped around his neck and pulled backwards. He landed with a hard thump on the ground, and groaned, pulling at the cord.

His vision started to go black, and the last thing he heard, before succumbing to the darkness was the sound of voices calling his name in panic.

O~O~O

Dean had this horrible feeling in his gut as he raced up the stairs. Deanna was running behind him, calling Sam's name, and didn't make him feel better he wasn't the only one freaking out.

He'd kick himself, if he were physically capable of such a move. The house had proved years ago it wanted his brother, and he'd let him go upstairs, alone, to the room that had already attempted to kill him once.

Dean whipped himself around the doorway, and without hesitation raced over to his fallen sibling, breaths wheezing out of him as an electrical cord tightened even more around his neck, bruising the pale skin beneath it.

"Sam!" He called out, feeling Deanna echo him. He reached and tugged at the cord, not liking how his brother just lay there, not moving. He knew he and Deanna were scratching his throat, but he didn't care.

Nothing seemed to be working, and he watched as Deanna stood up and raced over to the far wall, using her boots to kick a hole in the wall. She had just made it through the plaster when she was lifted off the ground and thrown through the window by an invisible force. Her startled scream carried through the night air, before cutting off completely.

Dean stared at the empty space in frozen silence for a few seconds, feeling the deja'vu' of losing his sister all over again, before Sam's body jerked weakly underneath him, and drew Dean's attention to the body underneath him. He laid his brother down quickly and picked up the bag that Sam must've dropped and shoved it into the wall, forcing thoughts of Deanna out of his mind, painfully, and only focusing on the sibling he knew for certain he could save.

A blast of blue-white light flowed over the house, but Dean was too busy untangling the cord from around Sam's neck to care.

Sam pulled in panicked, ragged breaths almost immediately, weakly scrabbling at his brother's jacket, searching for a handhold. Dean pulled him in for a fierce hug, reveling in the soft breaths and quick heartbeat.

They sat there for a few minutes before Sam started to push himself up from the ground.

"Whoa. Hang on a sec, Tiger." Dean said, trying to push him back down.

Sam shook his head, which Dean knew was bound to be painful after almost suffocating to death, and breathed out a raspy, "No."

"No?" Dean asked, raising an eyebrow, and managing to hold them to the ground, but finding it harder to resist his struggling brother. "You almost died, Sam. Take a second."

"W'ere's...'Anna?" he forced out, still struggling against Dean.

Dean didn't answer, and at his silence, Sam stopped moving and locked bloodshot eyes on his brother. "De'n?"

Dean opened his mouth, to tell Sam he didn't know what had happened to Deanna, but that he'd watched her go through a window, again, when a pained voice came behind him.

"Sammy, listen to Dean. Lay there and practice breathing for a minute, huh?"

Dean whipped his head around to watch Deanna limp through the door, bleeding, scratched up, but otherwise okay. She grimaced as she sat down on the floor next to her brothers, and carded gentle fingers through Sam's hair.

Dean kept an arm around Sam, keeping Sam's chest against his knees, and watched Deanna's scraped up fingers delicately move through his hair. He had memories of his mom doing that to them as well.

"Are you okay?" He asked quietly, gently scanning his eyes over her.

"I'm good. You?" her green eyes looked bright in the dim lighting.

"You sure? 'Cause you just went through a window."

Deanna rolled her eyes. "Let's worry about Sam first."

At that, Sam started to push himself up from the ground again. "'M 'kay." he whispered.

"Sure you are." Dean and Deanna said in unison.

Together the three of them managed to get Sam vertical, and they hobbled down the stairs, meeting Missouri in the kitchen. The four of them were still sitting there when Jenny and her kids came home.

Author's Note: For some reason Fanfiction wouldn't let me update this Friday morning, and I had a fun-filled 12-hour work day on Saturday. So I apologize for the delay. :)

Anyway, the next chapter is also up. I wrote them both together, but it was really long, and just seemed really rambly, so I'm splitting them up into two chapters. And then hopefully we should be back on track with Friday updates.

Thanks for all your patience!