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CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR- THE HOUSE IS HAUNTED

I writhed on the floor, screaming as the pain in my head reached its peak.

A woman smiled, running her hands across a small, dog-eared photo of a smiling man and a blonde woman, hugging two brown-haired boys. 'The Winchesters,' she read, 'John, Mary, Dean and little Sammy.'

The door to the hotel room banged open, and I could hear the babble of panicked voices.

"Odette? ODETTE?" I felt myself be roughly shaken.

Dean. Of course. "Damn it, Odette, TALK!" He growled, shaking me harder.

"Knock it off, Dean! Can't you see she's hurt?"

Gentler hands replaced his. "Odette?" A hand pressed into my back.

"What's wrong? What's happening, Odette? Talk to us." I hung limply in Sam's grasp.

"C…Call Ca-" I couldn't finish my sentence, shrieking, clawing at my skull as the pain intensified.

"The hell's wrong with her, Sam?"

"There's something in the closet, Mommy." The little girl clutched her duvet. "I don't like it here."

"Call Castiel, Dean, maybe he can tell us what's going on with her."

"The hell I will, Sam! We'll get her to the hospital, come on."

"Monsters aren't real, sweetie. You're just not used to this place yet. Lawrence is great. We're going to be happy here."

"Fine, then I will!" I felt myself being carried onto the bed.

"Odette. Snap out of it." Dean's voice was insistent, and I tried to listen, I really did.

"Castiel. Would you mind coming? Odette's… hurt."

A fluttering of wings. "What seems to be the problem?"

I twisted around on the bed, my head inflamed by the images, the burning, searing, images.

My hand moved. "Don't k…know…. s…. seeing things…."

"This is not normal." Cool fingers pressed into my temple, and I relaxed slightly at the contact.

"She's having a vision."

Lawrence. Kansas. Winchester. Mary.

Lawrence. Kansas.

"The hell do you mean, a vision, angel? This isn't bloody Stephen King!"

"I do not understand your reference, Dean. I am doing my best to bring her out of it. She will answer your questions."

Lawrence. Lawrence. Lawrence.

"These things aren't possible."

"You believed I wasn't possible, Sam."

"She's almost out of it." The calming fingers left my temple.

"Somebody help me, please!" The woman yelled, hammering on the window, fingers scratched and bloody.

I rolled off the bed, gasping, shaking as the room steadied around me.

Dean pulled me up, placing me on the bed, as I panted hard, fingers digging into my pillow.

Sam handed me a glass of water, and I sipped gratefully, regaining my bearings.

Once I was through, Dean raised an eyebrow.

"Mind telling me what that episode was for, Beauty Queen?"

Sam glared at him.

"I don't know. I just saw this house…and a kid. And a woman. She was screaming…..and I….."

I shuddered. It had been much too vivid.

"Castiel said it was a vision." Sam squeezed my shoulder comfortingly, and I leant into the contact.

"I think….she might be in trouble. We should go…."

I trailed off at Dean's incensed look. "What, so you're supposed to have the freaking Shining now?"

"Kid, you are looking more suspicious to me all the time. You have demons on your trail, you live alone, and now you're having visions."

"Who's to say they're even real?" I could see the muscles in his jaw jumping.

"Dean!" Sam patted me on the back, and stood up. "Enough! The hell is wrong with you, man? None of this is her fault!"

I stood up. "Lawrence." I whispered.

There was dead silence from both men.

"What?" Dean's voice was icy.

"You lived in Lawrence, Kansas. Your mother's name was Mary."

Dean's hands clenched into fists.

"I think she's….dead."

Sam stared at me. "How did you know that?"

I shrugged. "I saw."

Dean kicked the table hard. "Damn it, I swore I'd never go back there!"

~Supernatural~

"You gonna be all right, man?" Sam was glancing at Dean's tense face.

"Let me get back to you on that." He walked over to the house and rang the doorbell.

Sam walked with me. "I'm sorry about Dean. He's pretty sensitive about Lawrence. Mom died when he was four, right here, so….."

He lapsed into silence. "I'm sorry about your mom, Sam," I told him.

"Thanks. It's harder for Dean, really. I don't remember her."

I jumped back as the woman from my vision opened the door. "Yes?"

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

Sam cut Dean off. "I'm Sam Winchester, and this is Dean and Odette. We used to live here. You know, we were just drivin' by, and we were wondering if we could see the old place."

"Winchester, huh? You know, I think I found some of your pictures last night. I'm Jenny."

She stood aside and let us in. We were led into the kitchen, where the girl from my vision was doing homework, and a jumpy little toddler was bouncing up and down in his playpen.

"Juice! Juice! Juice!" He squealed. Jenny hurried over and pulled out a sippy cup for him. "That's Ritchie, he's a bit of a juice junkie."

She walked over to the girl. "Sari, this is Dean, Sam and Odette. They used to live here."

"Hi." She said politely.

We waved at her.

"So you just moved in?" Dean asked.

"Yeah…. I needed a fresh start. You know, new town, new job."

"So how you likin' it so far?" Sam smiled encouragingly.

"With all due respect to your childhood home, I'm sure you had a lot of happy memories here," Dean smiled weakly. "But this place has its issues."

"I mean, flickering lights, rats scratching around, blocked sink." She paused. "I'm sorry, I didn't want to complain."

"Hey, its ok," Dean assured her.

"Ask them if they know about the thing in the closet." Sari whispered, tugging at her mother's arm.

A familiar ache pulsed through me.

Hadn't I done that more times than I could count?

"Sweetie, there's nothing in the closet," Jenny stroked her hair. "Right?" She looked back at us.

"No," Sam hastened to answer.

"I'm sorry, she had a nightmare." Jenny gave an embarrassed smile.

"But I wasn't dreaming," Sari insisted. "It came into my room. And it was on fire."

~Supernatural~

"OK. Scratching, flickering lights. Signs of a malevolent spirit." Sam pursed his lips.

"Yeah, I found out Dad saw some palm reader in town." Dean said, not really paying attention. "We should check it out."

"Fine," Sam flipped through the phonebook. "We've got El Divino," he let out a laugh. "The Mysterious Mister Fortinski, uh, Missouri Mosely,"

"Wait, wait," Dean held up a hand. "Missouri Mosely? That's a psychic?"

"Apparently, yeah," Sam nodded. "Why?"

"Look." He held out a battered, leather-bound book. "Dad wrote about it in his journal.

"I went to Missouri," he read, "And I learned the truth."

~Supernatural~

Missouri was odd.

She took one look at us, and said: "Well? You going to stand here all day or come in?"

We walked into a sunny, bright room. Missouri placed her hands on her hips.

"Well, lemme look at ya."

"Sam and Dean Winchester." The short black woman smiled widely. "Well, you boys grew up handsome." She pointed a finger at Dean.

"Boy, you used to be one goofy-looking kid." Dean glared at her, and Sam smirked.

She turned her eyes onto me. "Well, well, well, you must be Odette."

I smiled uncertainly at her.

"Aren't you just beautiful?"

She grabbed Sam's hand.

"Oh, honey, I'm sorry about your girlfriend," Missouri patted his hand. He gaped in shock.

The statement spiked a memory, and I jerked.

Missouri slowly turned towards me, eyes dilating in horror. "Child….."

She stretched out a hand. "My God…" she whispered.

I backed away from her now. If she knew what I thought she did….

I turned for the door, as Dean and Sam exchanged a confused look.

"Child, let me help you," Missouri stepped after me.

"It wasn't your fault," she told me, and I laughed bitterly.

As if that could ever be true.

My hand closed around the doorknob. "If you're reading my thoughts, please stop."

I closed my eyes for a minute, praying for composure.

"I think Dean and Sam could use your help. Please leave me out of it."

Dean was staring at me warily again, and Sam eyed me worriedly.

"You need my help more than they do," Missouri said. "You can't go on like this, sweetheart."

"Please." I pleaded. "I can't."

I couldn't revisit my past.

It would destroy what little peace I had left.

~Supernatural~

"This place is a magnet for paranormal activity," Missouri frowned, tracing the contours of the wall.

"Why?" Dean fidgeted, clearly unhappy with being in the place where his mother had died.

"Real evil walked this house when your mother died, Dean. That kind of presence leaves wounds. And sometimes, they get infected."

Jenny had been sent away with Sari and Ritchie.

Missouri had detected a poltergeist in the house.

"It won't rest until Jenny and her babies are dead," I remembered her saying.

"It's not the thing that killed your mother, but it's nasty," she told them.

"I just can't figure out what the other one wants. Whatever it is, we need to kill it. And it won't be easy."

~Supernatural~

"You said to call, if I had a problem." I spoke to the empty room.

"If I needed help."

I sat on the floor, bringing my knees up to my chest. "Please."

"Help me," I whispered.

I closed my eyes.

"What do you require?"

He was here.

"Thanks for coming, Castiel."

He inclined his head.

"You have questions for me."

"Why am I having visions, Castiel? Why are they coming true? Why are demons after me?"

He stared impassively at me.

"I do not have your answers."

"Who does?" I curled in tighter onto the floor.

"You do, Odette."

"What do you mean?"

He sank down to the floor with me.

"Face who you are, Odette. That is your answer."