I don't own Supernatural. I own Christina only. This is my spin on things. There will be some quotes from the actual episode and all rights belong to the owners of Supernatural. Please comment and Enjoy.

Dean's POV

I felt myself shift uncomfortably as I walked down the hallway towards the kitchen, memories flooding my mind. I felt myself wish I could hear mom's voice calling me into the kitchen saying she had some breakfast, or pie, or whatever she felt like making me. I looked around the house as we walked remembering the smell of the old place. Even when there was a new family there, it still smelt the same. The wood, the aroma of hidden scents from past dinners and deserts. Part of me was happy to be home again. To be in a familiar place. But part of me felt like a unwelcome pest crawling along the floor.

"Juice! Juice!" The sound of a young boy's chanting brought me out of my self pity. I nearly walked into Sam's towering frame before stopping and looking around. A boy in his early toddler years, by my count, jumped excitedly in his playpen. "Juice! Juice!" He chanted again.

"Sorry for my son," the woman said her smile facing towards her son. "That's Ritchie. He's a little juice fiend. But at least he won't get scurvy." She said playfully. Just like mom used to do. We watched as she grabbed a bottle for of Apple juice and handed to her jumping son. "That is Sari. Sari these two boys used to live here." She smiled up at us, but went right back to her drawing.

"Your son is adorable." I looked at Christina who was smiling sweetly at the boy. "You must be liking this house aren't you little one?" The boy just smiled and sipped at his juice.

"Well, it's a nice house." the woman said her blonde hair falling in her eyes. But she noticed us looking at her. "Look I'm not trying to put your old house to shame, it's just that..." She hesitated. "We've been hearing scratching, the lights flicker sometimes and bad things seem to happen to the electronics."

I could feel Sam stiffen even when he was feet away from me. Scratching, flickering lights, messed up electronics. This is a case after all. "Well, you know sometimes these old homes do that sort of thing." I said forcing a smile that made both Sam and Christina look at me. "I mean it could be faulty wiring or rats." I saw the eye roll from the woman. "Not saying you have rats, I'm just saying ma'am-"

"It's Jenny." She said softly. "And no it's just. I need this house and I'm sorry for complaining." She smiled at us. That's when I saw the little girl sitting at the table drawing. What is it with kids and drawings? I thought thinking back a few months ago with a water spirit.

"It's not a problem." I said. But that's when I saw the girl looking up at Jenny her eyes full of worry.

"What about the monster in my closet." She muttered. Jenny let out a sigh and stroked her daughter's face gently.

"Honey, I already making them feel bad about all the problems that I've said."

"No it's okay." Sam said giving his award winning reassuring smile. "We don't mind."

Jenny sighed and nodded at her daughter. "It was a person on fire. It lives in my closet."

"Has it hurt you?" I asked as softy as I could. The girl shook her head. "Then I don't think you should be worried about it." I felt something hitting my shoulder. Sam was giving me a dark look. "How about those pictures?" I said changing the subject. I heard Sam grumble something and Jenny looked relieved to be doing something different. Christina stayed behind and began talking to the daughter.

~Home~

Jenny was smiling as she handed me a dirty green box. I opened the lid up with shaking hands. The countless pictures that followed made my heart pound harder. Pictures of me, mom and dad before Sam was in the picture. Sam's baby picture from the hospital, with mom still looking beautiful. Pictures of Dad smiling holding someone I didn't recognize. I flipped it around and blushed. It was a picture of me moments after I was born. Still slightly dirty. Mom was in the picture too.

"I thought you might want those." Jenny said with a smile. I closed the lid before I could cry. Nothing makes me more weak than crying.

"Thanks." I forced a smile and walked towards the front door. I needed to get out of the house. Too many memories flooded me. Good and bad ones. I heard Sam saying that if she needed some help to give him a call, and left Christina appearing holding a piece of paper and folded it and placed it in her pocket of her jeans.

~Home~

"What do you want to know about that John Winchester?" A man in his mid forties maybe even early fifties asked as we walked through the car shop.

"We're old family friends." I said with a slight hesitation. "We haven't seen him in years and would like to know where he is now a days." The older man sighed and yelled a group of kids who were trying to take off a tire that had been popped recently.

"No I haven't seen John since his wife died." He let out a sigh and folded his arms across his chest. "Man John before, Mary...he was happy. Content really. He certainly loved his two boys. Then that night when Mary died. He changed. When he ever show up for work he'd seemed distracted. Then we went to see that psychic. He said he now saw things differently. Packed up his two boys and vanished without a second glance." He shook his head. "Who knows what has happened to him or those boys." He said. Well, those boys are here, and worried about their father. I thought then I turned to leave shaking his hand and thanking for his help.

~Home~

I was fueling up, while Christina went in to grab drinks and while Sam searched through the phone book looking at the all the possible psychics within a twenty mile radius. "Anything?" I asked placing the gas hose back on the hook while Christina came out with the drinks we had asked for.

"Just five within a reasonable distance." Sam said taking the drink from Christina and cleared his throat. "There's a Dr. Amazing." He said chuckling. That didn't seem like a reliable source. "There's also a Mr. Garth Staff...A Missouri Mosley...A-"

"Wait Missouri Mosley?" I asked my eyes widening. I turned around and reached into the front seat and grabbed Dad's leather bound journal. I flipped through a few pages until I came upon an entry that says. "I went to Missouri. Now I understand what happened the night Mary died."

"You think it's the same person?"

"Yeah, I thought he meant the state." I said and glanced over at Christina who was peering over my shoulder trying to read the book. I quickly closed the book before walking around the corner.

"Where are you going?" Sam asked. "We need to help this family."

"Can't a guy go to the bathroom without getting the third degree?" I asked walking backwards throwing my arms out. "Sheesh!" I rounded the corner and took out my cellphone. I looked behind me as I dialed a number with shaking fingers. I heard it ring. I closed my eyes hoping the person would pick up.

"You reached John Winchester," Dad's voice was like I remembered. Gravely and low. "If this is an emergency call my son Dean. His number is..." I spaced out as I had heard the message a hundred times before.

Then I heard the beep and I licked my lips trying really hard not to cry, to plead for my dad to be there. "Dad?" I said forcing a laugh. "I know I've left you messages before. I don't even know if you'll get 'em. But I'm with Sam. 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...I don't know what to do. So, whatever you're doin' if you could get here. Please. I need your help, dad." I quickly hung up and turned around to see Christina leaning up against the wall. "What do you want?" I asked turning around to wipe away a few stray tears. "How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough," she said softly. "Come on. Missouri's house is down the street a ways. And don't worry," she walked up and threw her arms around my middle. "You're secret is safe with me."

"What secret?" I asked not sure if I should hug her or push her away.

"That you can cry." She smiled looking up at me and walked away. I couldn't help but smile at that. Maybe she should stay regardless if she's related to Sam and I or not. She's more fun to be around then Sam. I thought as I followed her to the car.

End of Dean's POV