Then – 2005
It was a dark and cold night in Stanford as Sam and Dean pulled up outside Sam's apartment, with the stereo blaring out AC/DCs 'Highway to Hell'. Switching off the engine Dean watched as his brother grabbed his bag and got out of the Impala.
Shutting the door behind him he leaned in the window and looked at Dean for an awkward moment "You'll call me if you find him?" He asked as Dean merely nodded in response.
"Maybe I'll meet up with you later, huh?" Sam continued trying to break the awkward moment between them.
"Yeah all right." Dean replied with a nod. Sam patted the car and began to walk away.
Starting the engine again Dean leaned over the passenger seat and called out "Sam. You know we made a hell of a team back there." As his brother turned to face him.
"Yeah" Sam replied with a small smile as he watched his brother sit back in his seat and drive away.
Dean hadn't driven far when he noticed a familiar looking woman walking along the street. Realising who it was he pulled the car up and stopped by the curb.
"Thea? Is that you?" He asked out the window as the tall raven haired woman turned to face him.
"Dean. Wow. Long-time no see. What has it been two – three years?" She smiled in response walking closer towards the Impala.
"Yeah something like that. What are you doing in Stanford? The last time I saw you were in New York." Dean asked with a slightly confused smile.
"Yeah I travel around a lot. Where ever my business takes me really. How are you by the way?" Thea casually replied, brushing aside a strand of her long hair that fell in front of her face.
"I'm just here visiting my brother." Dean replied watching as she brushed her hair away.
"Well that sounds good. Anyway sorry to be a pain but I best be heading off. It was lovely seeing you again Dean; hopefully we will run into each other again in the near future." She smiled turning to leave.
"For some reason I have no doubt we will." He replied with a small smirk as she walked away.
"By the way don't forget to keep an eye on the time." She simply said over her shoulder as she walked off into the distance.
Confused by her last comment Dean drove away. Quietly thinking to himself he glanced at his watch and noticed it had stopped. Knowing that clocks stopping usually means trouble he decided to turn the car around and head back to Sam's to check on him.
Pulling up outside Sam's apartment for the second time that night, Dean got out of his car and headed into the building and up the stairs.
As he reached the door of his brother's apartment he heard a loud cry. Panic rushing through his system he kicked down the door without a moment's hesitation and called out for Sam.
Rushing into Sam's bedroom he noticed there was fire consuming the room with his brother on the bed calling out to Jess. Looking upwards he saw Jess was pinned to the ceiling, her abdomen sliced open and the fire burning all around her, like the way their mother had died.
Glancing down at his brother again in ran forwards and grabbed Sam by the shoulders and dragged him out of the building with him screaming out Jess's name.
Outside the burning building Dean watched the commotion from a safe distance as the fire fighters fought to put the raging fire out. He thought to himself about how he nearly lost his brother and Thea's warning about keeping an eye on the time. Had she known something? Why was she showing up at odd moments? Who the hell was she anyway? Dean had so many questions that he didn't have any way of knowing the answers to.
All he knew was next time he saw Thea she was going to have some explaining to do.
Now - 2007
Dean woke up to the bright morning sun streaming through the window of the latest motel room he and his brother shared. Sitting up he placed a hand in front of his eyes to block out the sun. Glancing at the clock the display read seven fifteen. Groaning in frustration he slammed his head back down on to the hard pillow.
Shutting his eyes again his mind went back to the dream he was having before he woke up. Technically Dean supposed it wasn't really a dream; more like flashbacks. But they were always the same, always of Thea. For some unknown reason for the past few months Dean had been having flashbacks of the times he had met the strange raven haired woman.
Unable to fall asleep again he decided to take a shower; after all it wouldn't be too long before Sam woke up. Once Dean had showered and dressed he woke Sam up and they headed out to the local diner for a quick breakfast and to discuss their latest case.
"Yep. Definitely sounds like a violent spirit to me." Dean said as he took a mouthful of his bacon sandwich.
"I agree. It says here that the recent deaths in the Malcolm House were that of a young couple that moved in there recently. Apparently they were found in the bedroom with their throats and wrists slit." Sam replied.
"We'll have to go and investigate this place before any more people show up dead. Because according to several newspaper reports a young couple are found dead in the Malcolm House every ten years; the first happening in 1968." Sam continued taking a sip of his coffee.
"We can check it out after breakfast. There shouldn't be too many people around, it looks like the house is in the middle of nowhere." Dean replied finishing his sandwich.
"This place kinda gives me the creeps." Dean said as he and Sam walked up the driveway to the Malcolm House.
The house was eerie even during the day. It had seen better days with the damaged brickwork and the collapsing roof. The only brightness to the house was the yellow and black crime scene tape attached to the front porch.
The wood creaked underneath their feet as Sam and Dean walked across the porch to the large dark green front door. Opening it carefully they walked into the large, dark, damp entrance hallway.
"Yuck it smells of mould and cheesy feet." Dean remarked covering his nose. "Why on earth would anyone want to move it here? This place is a death trap." He continued.
"Apparently the couple bought old houses really cheap and then restored them to sell them on. Guess they chose the wrong house. Come on lets go check the upstairs out." Sam replied climbing the creaky stairs.
"You would think that alarm bells would start ringing the moment they walked in the house; what with the smell and how creepy it is." Dean said following his brother closely behind.
"I guess this is the room where the couple were killed." Sam said looking into one of the rooms.
"What makes you think…?" Dean started to say when he noticed what his brother was looking at.
They had found the master bedroom where the couple had been found dead. The room looked like a bomb had hit it. The furniture was smashed to bits and the bedding was shredded. Everything was covered in thick, dry blood; the walls, bedding, carpet, everything.
"Holy shit!" Dean cried as he saw the devastation of the bedroom. "Definitely a violent spirit; either that or a rabid animal."
"It has to be spirit the EMF is all over the place." Sam said showing Dean the device.
"Okay well I think our next step is to head down to the coroner's office and see the bodies." Dean replied.
"Yeah sounds good. I will look into the history of this place and the previous deaths. Whatever this is we need to stop it." Sam said.
Suddenly from downstairs there was a loud creaking sound that echoed up the stairs.
"What was that?" Dean quietly said to his brother.
"I don't know." Sam replied copying his brother's movements and pulling his gun from his waistband.
The creaking sound was getting closer to the bedroom as Dean got into position with his gun ready to fire at whatever was causing the noise. Quickly glancing behind to check his brother was safe he clicked the safety of his gun and pointed it in the direction of the doorway.
The creaking noise stopped just outside the door.
"Hello, is anyone there?" A voice suddenly called out.
Dean glanced over at his brother with confusion on his face, Sam's face mirroring his expression.
"Hello" The voice called again.
"Wait a minute. I know that voice. It can't be." Dean whispered mainly to himself. Slightly lowering his gun he walked towards the doorway and peered out into the hall.
"Dean what are you doing?" Sam whispered from behind him.
Standing in the hall with her back to him was a tall woman wearing a dark blue suit. Her raven black hair tied back into a tight ponytail.
"Who are you?" Sam asked when he saw the woman, startling not only Dean; who hadn't realised Sam was still behind him, but also the woman who spun around to see who the voice belonged too.
Piercing green eyes meet Dean's for a moment as a smile tugged at her lips.
"It's okay, we have met before. Haven't we Dean?" The woman simply smiled at the brothers.
"Dean, care to explain." Sam asked looking to his brother for answers.
Taking another look at the woman before him just to make she was really there and not another flashback, he turned to look at his brother's confused face and then back at the woman in front of him before he finally spoke.
"It's alright Sam. We go way back. This is Thea."
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