"There's a guy in Sacramento who shot himself in the head…three times." Dean waited and got nothing.
"Dude, am I boring you with this death and hunting evil crap?"
After the little confession he had last night about Callie and his feelings, he got out of the shower fully expecting an emotional debrief and hugs from Sam. To his surprise and joy, Sam was already in bed asleep. He woke up dreading the same thing but much to his absolute joy, his brother had completely ignored last night other than thanking him for sharing before running out to get breakfast. He was starting to worry Dean though. He had been out of it all day, just sitting there sketching on some paper.
He was about to make another comment when Sam sat up straighter.

"I've seen this!"
"What, a man who has shot himself three times in the head?" Dean rose an eyebrow. Sam ignored him and jumped up to search through his duffel bag.
"What are you doing?" Dean asked as Sam pulls out a picture and compares it to his piece of paper.

"I know where we have to go next." Sam turned to Dean.
"To the man who shot himself three times in the head?"
"What? No. Home…to Kansas." Well that shocked Dean.

"Ok. Random. Where did that come from?" He asked.
"This photo…in front of our old house? Where mum died?" Sam turned the photo around to show Dean.
"Yeah?"
"And it didn't burn completely though right? They rebuilt it?" Dean was really confused now.
"Guess so. What are you talking about Sam?"
"Look I know this is going to sound crazy but the people who live there now…I think they're in danger." Sam looked away from his brother.
"Why would you think that?" Dean asked.
"Just…ah just trust me okay?" Sam threw him a small smile before walking back over to the bed. Dean reached out and grabbed his arm.

"Whoa wait dude. Trust you? You come out of nowhere claiming these people who may or may not live in our old house may or may not be in trouble and all you've got is trust me?"
"I can't really explain it." Sam rubbed the back of his neck. A sign he was feeling awkward.
"Well tough tits brother. I'm not going anywhere until you explain." Dean sat down and crossed his arms. Sam sighed. He did owe it to Dean to explain. He just hoped it wasn't going to cause Dean to start yelling.

"I've been having these nightmares." Sam started. Dean nodded.
"I've noticed."
"And sometimes…it…comes true."
"Sorry what?" Dean was stunned. His little brother was having visions and didn't say anything? Not that that was something that would easily come up in conversation but still.

"I dreamt about Jessica's death –- for days before it happened…"
"Sam, people have weird dreams, man. I'm sure it's just a coincidence." He had a sinking feeling that this was much more than just a coincidence. Nothing was ever a true coincidence in their line of work.

"No! I dreamt about the blood dripping, her on the ceiling, the fire, everything, and I didn't do anything about it because I didn't believe it. And now I'm dreaming about that tree, about our house, and about some woman inside screaming for help. I mean, that's where it all started, man, this has to mean something, right?" Sam looked at Dean pleading with him to believe him. To trust him on this. Dean sighed, completely overwhelmed

"This woman might be in danger. I mean, this might even be the thing that killed Mom and Jessica!" Sam sat in the chair opposite Dean.
"All right, just slow down, would you?" He stood up and started pacing. "I mean come on dude, you drop the Shining on me and then you wanna go back home? Especially when…" He trailed off clearly saying more than what he wanted to.

"When what Dean?" Sam asked, noticing the turmoil on his brothers face.
"I swore to myself I would never go back there Sammy." He sighed. "But you honestly think this family is in trouble, then ok. I trust you." Sam smiled softly. Dean had a feeling he would really, really hate this hunt.

"Then Lawrence here we come."

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"A figure on fire? Really?" Sam exclaimed as they left their old house after talking to Jenny. She was a nice lady with two nice kids. Dean felt a small bit of pressure release itself from his shoulders as he walked further away from the house. It brought up bad memories. Not to mention there was a box of old crap he was now carrying that was sure to tug at the heartstrings later. Dean didn't know how much more emotional baggage he could take. He was never an emotional guy but lately it was like all of a sudden, he was front and centre in a rom com. It was enough to drive any self-respecting man crazy!

"That woman? She was the chick in your dreams?" Dean asked. Sam nodded.
"And you hear what she was talking about? Scratching, flickering lights…both signs of a malevolent spirit. "
"I'm still working on not freaking out that you weird visions are coming true." Dean admitted. It was one thing to hear about it but then to actually see and meet someone his brother was dreaming about…it all came a little too real too quickly. Sam grabbed his arm in a suddenly panic.
"You don't think that whatever is in there is the thing that killed mum and Jessica do you?"
"I don't know Sam!" Dean faced his brother. "We don't even know the thing is."
"Well has it come back or been here all along?" Sam was working himself into a tizzy. Dean reached out and place an arm on his brother shoulder.
"It could be something else entirely Sam. We don't know yet. Let's not get ahead of ourselves ok?" Sam nodded and climbed into the car.

"Those people are in danger, Dean. We have to get them out of that house." Dean sighed and started the car, pulling out sharply.
"We will."
"No like right now dude!"
"And how are you going to that huh? You got a story off the top of your head that she'll believe? If we went in with the cop gig maybe we could have cleared them out but you wanted to go honest." Dean rolled his eyes and noticed the gas light flashing. He had to fill up his baby.

"What are we going to do then Dean?"
"We got to relax and stop freaking out for starters." He pulled into a gas station. "If this was any other kind of job what would we do?" He raised an eyebrow at Sam who sighed.
"We'd find out what it is we are dealing with and research the property."
"Exactly. But this time we know the history of the house. We know the story." Dean got out and started to pump the gas. Sam got out and leant against the roof.
"DO you remember much about that night? Do we really know the whole story?" Sam asked. Dean inwardly groaned. God why was his brother so head strong stubborn?
"I remember enough. The fire…the heat." He swallowed heavily. Seeing mum on the ceiling. "Then I carried you out the door." Sam looked shocked. "You never knew that?"
"No. I just assumed dad did."
"Well you know the rest of dad's story as well as I do. Mum on the ceiling and whatever put her there had long gone."

"He never had a theory about it?" Sam asked.
We asked him enough but he always kept it to himself."
"So what now? Do we try and figure out what's going on? See if it all matches?" Dean nodded and put up the gas pump.
"We'll talk to neighbours and old friends of Dads and the others who were around back then." He sighed. "I gotta take a piss. Can you pay for the gas?" Sam nodded and pulled out his wallet.
"Want anything?" He asked.
"Bottle of water. Thanks dude." Dean walked over towards the bathroom and hid around the corner. Pulling out his phone, he took another sighed. Dialling quickly, he put the phone up to his ear. Voicemail again.

"Dad it's me. I know I've left you messages before. But I'm with Sam. And we're in Lawrence. And there's something 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 doing, if you could get here. Please. I need your help, Dad." He managed to hang up just as the tears appeared. He hated this. Hated this case. Hated that even after all these years this thing was still hurting his family. His thumb brushed over the keypad again. He wanted to call her. Have her reassure him that it would be okay and that he would kick whatever it was that they were hunting ass. He just wanted some comfort. Dean knew that it wouldn't come. He wouldn't be able to talk to her about it as in her world, it wasn't real. He was no longer in her world. He took a deep breath and wiped his eyes. It was on him to be the strong one…like always. Don't show weakness and don't show your fear. He nodded to himself. It was just a case. Just another case.

A.N: Hello. I just wanted to clear up a thing or two before we continue.
I know that the posting on this story has no real set day and sometimes it seems to take forever and for that, I am sorry. Real life has been kicking my ass lately but I can promise that due to recovering from surgery I now actually have a plan on where to go with this so writing should be easier which means more updates. University starts up again in 2 weeks so I will try and post as much as I can before then.
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As for how long it will be…I have no idea. I have three possible endings and the winning ending will be determined by how many people actually read it and where they want it to end and how well the whole story flows.

Thanks for reading.

Wicked.