They were sitting at a psychic parlour of all places and he felt like an idiot. He had never believed in any of this voodoo hoodoo crapoo. Dean remembered once when Callie wanted to go and see one. He had laughed at her and called her crazy. She just laughed back and called him an idiot. She went and saw one but never told him what was said. But apparently that it was good news. She had a knowing smile on her face for days afterwards that drove him downright nuts. But she was happy and that s was all that really mattered to him. He frowned. Maybe it was something about the baby. He hadn't let himself think about the baby they had lost. It plagued his dreams. He dreamt of a little boy with his hair and her eyes that he chased around the backyard of their old house while Callie sat on the porch stairs with a camera. Nine times out of ten he would wake up disappointed and a little upset that that wasn't a reality. He would have liked to have had a son. Course he wouldn't be opposed to having a little girl either. A little daddy's girls that looked like her mother but was silly and cheeky as her daddy. The corner of his mouth tipped up. Yeah, a little girl wouldn't be so bad. Hell, it would be fun to think of ways he and Sammy could scare of her future boyfriends.
But like most good things in his life, the chance of having kids was taken away. He sighed and felt a heavy weight sit in his gut. Maybe he should take Sam's advice and 'whoo' Callie again. But did he really want to bring her back into this life when she was safe now? Could he be that selfish? Well the obvious answer is that yes he could be that selfish. He would like nothing more than to be that selfish. But at what price? What happens if she gets her memory back and suddenly hates them then what? He would have to deal with the heartbreak of losing her all over again. Or she might not even be interested in him at all and he would be forever in the friendzone to a girl who was literally his everything. He internally shuddered. Nope, friend zone was not a place he wanted to be with her.

"All right, there. Don't you worry 'bout a thing. Your wife is crazy about you." A lady comforting a tall thin man walked to the door interrupted his internal depression. The man thanked her and left. "Poor bastard. His wife is cold bangin' the gardener." She shook her head.
"Why didn't you tell him?" Dean asked confused.
"People don't come here for the truth, they come for good news." She put a hand on her hip. "Come on Sam and Dean. I ain't got all day." She left the door, leaving two very stunned brothers behind her. "Lemme look at ya now." She laughed as they entered the room.
"Oh you boys grew up handsome. And you were one goofy lookin kid." She pointed at Dean who could help but glare at her. She grabbed Sam's hand.
"Sam. Honey I am so sorry about your woman. No one deserves that. Your daddy…he's missin' right?" She asked.
"How did you know all that?" Sam asked shocked. She removed her hand from his.
"Well you were just thinkin' it right now."

"Is Dad okay? Where is he?" Dean asked coming out of his shock. Missouri shrugged.
"You don't know? Well, you're supposed to be a psychic, right?" He let his anger take over his tongue.

"Boy, you see me sawin' some bony tramp in half? You think I'm a magician? I may be able to read thoughts and sense energies in a room, but I can't just pull facts out of thin air. Sit, please." Sam smirked at Dean and they sat down. Missouri snapped her fingers at Dean "Boy, you put your foot on my coffee table, I'm 'a whack you with a spoon!"
"I didn't do anything!" Dean protested the scolding.
"But you were thinkin' about it." Dean raised his eyebrows. Sam chuckled. He had always liked it when Dean got into trouble.

"Okay. So, our dad –- when did you first meet him?" He drove straight in, not wanting to waste anymore time…no matter how funny it was.

"He came for a reading. A few days after the fire. I just told him what was really out there in the dark. I guess you could say…I drew back the curtains for him."
"What about the fire? Do you know about what killed our mom?" Dean leaned forward. Missouri looked at him with sadness.

"A little. Your daddy took me to your house. He was hopin' I could sense the echoes, the fingerprints of this thing." She smiled sadly.
''And could you?" Sam asked. Missouri shook her head.
"I don't know what it is or was. But it was evil." She shuddered. "You think that something is back there again?"
"Definitely." Sam nodded with full conviction.
"I don't understand." She shook her head. "I haven't been back inside, but I keep an eye on the place. It's been quiet. NO sudden deaths, no freaky accidents. Why start now?"

"I don't know. But Dad going missing and Jessica dying and now this house all happening at once –- it just feels like something's starting."
"There's a comforting thought." Dean snorted. But he couldn't help but agree with his younger brother. Something was brewing and it felt like that bad kind of thing.

"How about we take a trip over there and I can see for myself?" Missouri offered. The boys looked at each other before nodding. It seemed like the best plan they had.

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They turned up at their old house and Dean had to take a deep breathe.
"It's okay honey. We'll get this over and done with soon." A soft hand patted his shoulder. Dean looked over and saw Missouri smiling at him.
"I'm not scared." He argued, hating to think that someone thought he was weak.
"I know you're not. It's all about the past." The door opened revealing a harassed looking Jenny who was shocked to see them.

"Sam, Dean. What are you doing here?"
"Hey, Jenny. This is our friend, Missouri." Missouri smiled and waved from behind the brothers.

"Sorry to drop by unannounced but if it's not too much trouble; we were hoping to show her the old house. You know, for old time's sake." Dean threw her a large grin. '
"It's really not a good time right now." Jenny said grimacing. Dean's smile slid right off his face.

"Listen, Jenny, its import…Ow!" He trailed off as Missouri delivered a whack to his head.

"Give the poor girl a break; can't you see she's upset?" She barked. Turning to Jenny, her face softened. "Forgive the boy, he means well…he's just not the sharpest tool in the shed. But you need our help"

"With what?" Jenny was understandably hesitate.

"About this house. I think you know what I'm talking about. You think there's something in this house, something that wants to hurt your family. Am I mistaken?" Jenny looked back over her shoulder in the house and then back at the trio.

"Who are you?" she asked. Missouri reached forward and grabbed her hand.
"We're people who can help, who can stop this thing. But you're gonna have to trust us, just a little." Jenny looked at them and sighed.

"Guess I really have no choice do I?"

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Missouri led the brothers to what looked like Sari's room. Dean felt a shiver go up his spine. He really hated being back here.
"If there's a dark energy around here, this room should be the centre of it." She said looking around.
"Why?" Sam asked. Dean had a sinking feeling he knew exactly why.
"This used to be your nursery, Sam. This is where it all happened." Dean shook his head and pulled out his EMF meter to give his shaking hands something to do. It began to go off like crazy.

"I don't know if you boys should be disappointed or relieved, but this ain't the thing that took your mum." Missouri said softly.
"Wait, are you sure? How do you know?" Sam asked.
"It isn't the same energy I felt the last time I was here. It's somethin' different." She looked intot he closet. There's more than one spirit in this place."

"What are they doing here?" Dean asked before he could stop himself.
"They're here because of what happened to your family." She sighed and turned to face the brothers. "You see, all those years ago, real evil came to you. It walked this house. That kind of evil leaves wounds. And sometimes, wounds get infected." She held her arms out around her. "This place is a magnet for paranormal energy. It's attracted a poltergeist. A nasty one. And it won't rest until Jenny and her babies are dead." A silence fell over the trio.
"You said there was more than one spirit." Sam prompted.
"There is. I am havin' a hard time makin' out the second one though. The energies are all muddled up."

"Well, I'll tell you both something right now. Nobody else is dying in this house. Ever again. So whatever is here, how do we stop it?" He finally looked up. Missouri smiled.

"You leave that to me boy."

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The boys had followed Missouri back to her house. And within minutes she had put them to work mixing together….things. Dean wasn't so sure what exactly he was handling. All he knew was that it smelt funny and made his hands tingle. But according to the psychic , it would fix the bad juju in the house which meant that they were one step closer to get rid of hunt and putting this house behind them for good…again. They just had to convince Jenny to trust them which hopefully Missouri had managed to do since she had basically steamrolled them out of there. Poor Jenny never even had a chance to argue.

Dean heard Sam move to cover upstairs. He sighed and made his way to the kitchen. The brothers were armed with an axe for Dean and a hammer for Sam. When Missouri finished convincing Jenny that they weren't crazy, she would grab the other hammer and take downstairs. The front door shut…sounds like they weren't going to be declared crazy anytime soon. Dean chuckled at himself and went back to swinging at the wall. It was rather soothing, chopping at the wall. It was one of the things he insisted on doing whenever he was at home. They had a large fireplace in the lounge room so Dean would go out back and chop wood for a few hours and when he came inside he was calm collected and could focus on just being with Callie and not stress about anything else. A rattle pierced threw his thoughts. His instincts kicked in, ducking as a large knife flew itself into the cabinet above his head. He swallowed loudly. Here comes the counter attack. He knew the stupid house couldn't just let them win for once. He knocked the table over and threw himself behind it as more knives made an attack. He sighed. Now…How did he get out of this one?

"Sam!" he barged into the room and noticed his little brother being choked by a cord. This whole house was going crazy. He had fended off knives in the kitchen and managed to escape by taking a chance and running out the kitchen slamming the door behind him. His left arm stung as did his side so he was pretty sure that he had gotten sliced. That was going to be a bitch to clean later.
He rushed to his brothers' side and tried to get the cord off but it would move. Sam was slowly turning a deep shade of purple. Panicking, Dean kicked a hole in the wall and threw the bag of herbs inside. He was pushed back and almost blinded by a white light that exploded throughout the room. Man, I hope that's the end of this shit he thought as he rushed back to his brother who was lying weakly on the floor. Dean carefully unravelled the cord and then, without giving his brother a chance to take a breath or move he pulled him into a tight hug. This whole thing was shit. Being here was shit, watching Sammy almost choke to death was shit, getting attacked by knives was shit…he was just glad that this whole shit experience was over.

"Boys?" Missouri's worried voice came down the hall.
"In here Missouri!" Dean yelled not letting go of Sam who was groaning as he came to. Missouri rushed in the room and sighed in relief at seeing both boys alive and well. Well…alive at least. Sam pushed Dean away with a small smile and rubbed his neck.
"Any trouble with you?" Dean asked sarcastically as he pulled himself up off the floor. Missouri chuckled.
"Nothing I couldn't handle. You?"
"Nothing we couldn't handle." They made their way down to the kitchen that was in an absolutely ruin.

"You sure this is over?" Sam asked. Both Dean and Missouri turned to him.
"I'm sure. Why? Why do you ask?"
"It's nothing. Don't worry." He sighed in reply. They heard the front door open and then close and Dean winced at the state of the kitchen. This was going to be fun to explain.

"What happened?" Jenny said in shock, looking around her kitchen. Dean couldn't blame her…it looked horrible in here with the cabinets all filled with knife marks and the table turned over and every freaking thing in the cupboards all over the floor.

"Hi, sorry. Um, we'll pay for all of this." Sam said throwing in the puppy dog eyes for good measure.

"Don't you worry one little bit. Dean here is goin' clean it all up." Dean looked at Missouri stunned. He was doing what now?" Don't just stand there boy! Get the mop." Dean sighed and walked away to get the mop. Goddamn it...just defeated a ghost why did it have to be him…goddamn stupid… "And don't you cuss at me!"

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"And we are still here why?" Dean asked. They had regrouped at the hotel after exploding the ghost out of their house and Dean could still feel the stinging of the knife scratches. Sam had insisted that they go back to the house at night and watch. Cause there was nothing that screams creepy like staling a house.
"I don't know. I just have this….feeling." Sam replied. Dean knew how hard it was for Sam to admit that all this was going on. Sam just wanted to be normal…who chased normal and now he was thrown balls deep straight into the freaky crap. Dean was trying his best to act normal, act like it didn't affect the relationship or how he saw his brother…but it was hard. Really freaking hard.

"Got that much But why? Missouri did the whole voodoo mojo crap. House is clean…case closed." Dean replied.
"I just want to make sure ok?" Sam snapped. Dean bit his tongue. He knew it was Sam's fear of it all blowing up in his face that was making him pissy.

"Well since you've dragged me outta a decent bed and an actually comfy pillow, I'm going to have a kip here then. You tell me when your spidey senses tingles." Dean slide down in his seat and closed his eyes. He was wrecked.

It wasn't even five minutes later that Sam was shaking his arm and yelling at him. "Dean. Look, Dean!" within seconds Dean had opened his eyes and saw Jenny screaming at the window. Just like Sammy said… They jumped out of the car and rushed over to house.

"You grab the kids, I'll grab Jenny." Dean yelled at Sam. "And be careful!" The brothers split up as the entered the house. Dean rushed towards Jenny's room. He tried to open the door but it was jammed shut. What was it with ghosts and locking doors?!
"Jenny?" He called through the wood.

"I can't open the door!" her muffled response came through the door. Breathing a small sigh of relief that she was okay, Dean glared at the door.
"Stand back! Jenny, step back!" Dean yelled as he stepped back a step. Bracing his hands on the door frame he kicked the door open with a strong, powerful kick. He rushed in and grabbed Jenny's hand.

"I have to get my kids!" She yelled almost hysterical.
"Sammy's got them. We need to get you out!" Dean yelled back as he dragged her down the stairs. He tugged Jenny outside into the chilling night air. He waited anxiously for his little brother. Come on Sammy. Relief flooded him when he saw Sari carrying her brother towards them. Relief soon turned to dread as he didn't see Sam. He knelt down as Sari reached them.

"Where's Sam Sari?" He asked softly. She looked at him with large frightful eyes filled with tears.

"He's inside. Something grabbed him andpulled him back. He told me to run with Richie." She sobbed. He looked up at the front door just in time to see it slam shut.

"SAMMY!" he yelled. A cool calm fell over him. Whatever was in the house had Sam. It had his Sammy. No supernatural freak was getting Sammy. Not while he was breathing. He walked over to the car and pulled open the trunk. Pulling out a rifle, he made sure it was loaded and locked and he shoved a few extra rounds in his jacket pocket. Reaching out with a slightly shaking hand he grabbed the axe that was hanging up before slamming the trunk shut. He shouldered the rifle before running over to the door. Taking a steadying breath and hoping to everything holy that his little brother was okay, he began to hack at the door with the axe. Within minutes he had made a hole big enough to step through.
Wasting no time, he walked through the hole and searched for Sam.

"Sam? Sammy!" He yelled swapping the axe for his rifle. No way was some ghost thing getting the best of him. He turned the corner and saw Sam pinned to the wall, a figure on fire moving its way to him. He moved quickly to stand near his brother.

"Not my Sammy." Dean muttered raising his gun to take a shot. But before he could pull the trigger, Sam called out for him to wait.

"What? Why?!" He looked at Sam like he had grown another head.
"I know who it is." Sam all but whispered. Opening his mouth to ask what the hell Sam was talking about, the fire went out. Standing in front of the brothers was a tall, stunning blonde who smiled softly at them with tear filled eyes. In front of them stood their mother…exactly how she looked the day she was taken from them.

"Mum?" Dean whispered softly. Mary turned and smiled at him. She was as beautiful as he remembered. Tears welled in his eyes without warning. His mum came home.
"Hello Dean." Mary turned to Sam who was slightly crying. "Sammy." Her smile fades. "I'm so sorry baby."
"For what?" Sam asked. She looked at him sadly and stroked his face.
"You have grown into such a handsome man. I am so proud of you baby. Keep going." She turned and walked over to Dean who had tears rolling down his face.

"And you my big boy." She cupped his face and Dean let out a whimper. "You are an amazing man Dean and I couldn't be prouder of you. Look after your brother and look after yourself." She smiled at him and pulled away.

"Mum?" Dean whimpered. Mary turned and smiled at them once again.
"I am so lucky that both my babies are the incredibly brave selfless men I had always hoped for them to be. Be happy my boys and be safe." She turned and looked up at the ceiling with a frown.
"You get out of my house, you bastard. And let go of my son." In an instant, she burst into flames. Dean cried out. When the flames reached the ceiling, it vanished completely.

Sam was released and fell to the ground. Dean fell to his knees and pulled Sam close.

"Now it's over." Sam mumbled. Dean rested a arm around his shoulders and clenched tightly, too shocked to say anything.

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Dean gave Sam some space. It was clear that the youngest Winchester was having issues dealing with what had gone down last night. Seeing their mother again sent a shuddering ache into Dean's heart…he couldn't imagine what was going through Sam's head. He knew that Sam had had nightmares in the small hours he managed to sleep. He didn't say anything of course, but Dean had been unable to sleep at all so had watched his brother toss and turn. Dean didn't know what to say. He lent his hands and head against the trunk, having just put the box of photos Jenny gave him in it. He didn't know if he actually wanted to go through all the photos of his past. Seeing his mum n the flesh…well the spirit ….was enough for now. It would be good for Sammy though…would give him something o see and remember his mum by.

He looked over where his brother was sitting on the stairs looking pale and withdrawn. Dean bit the inside of his lip. Missouri sat down next to Sam so Dean looked away to give them a sense of privacy.

He had to think of something to help his brother be ok. The visions scared the shit out of him but Sammy was his little brother and it was his job and duty to protect him….even if it meant ignoring the freaky nature of said visions. He needed his dad. Dad would know what to do. Although Dean wasn't sure that John would actually help them. He had left them here to deal with this giant pile of crap after all. Looking over at the pair on the stairs, he noticed Sam was upset again.

"Sam, you ready?" He called giving Sam a chance to leave. Sam nodded and got up, hugged Missouri and made his way to the car. Jenny moved to thank him once again. Dean grinned and walked over to the driver's door.

"Dean, a moment?" Missouri beckoned him over. Dean nodded and walked over.
"What's up?"
"Call her." She said. He felt his eyebrows shot up.
"Excuse me?"
"Her. The one you are pining about. Call her." Missouri said raising an eyebrow. Dean opened his mouth to deny everything but sighed instead.
"I don't think she'd want to talk to me, Missouri. It's been too long." It felt good to voice his fear.

"The heart wants what the hearts wants boy. Deep down… she knows you. She may not remember why but she knows you." Missouri cupped his chin and forced him to look at her.
"Listen here cause I am only goin' to tell you once. Love, truly deep passionate love, only comes around once in a blue moon. What you had was real and true and no memory loss should ever stop that." She released his chin and stepped back out of his personal space. "You love her?"
"More than anything." Dean answered without hesitation.
"Then you fight for her boy. You don't let love like that walk away."
"But…"
"No buts. If it means you have to work twice as hard to get her back then so be it. Start again. Not many people get a second chance at somethin' so pure." Dean shocked both of them and Sam who was watching in the car, by pulling the physic into a hug.
"Thank you." He whispered into her ear. She chuckled and let him go.

"You go on now. Be happy." He smiled and walked over to the car. Waving at Jenny and Missouri, the eldest brother climbed into the car and they drove away. They didn't notice the large white truck that was parked across the street.

Missouri froze as she entered her house and sighed. She knew it. The rat bastard.
"How two highly strung hunters, one with incredible and strong abilities, managed to miss the fact their daddy was here all along is beyond me." She said throwing her purse of the counter and leaning against it to face John Winchester. Inside she was fuming. How dare he leave those boys alone to deal with something that so obviously frightened them. Hell, anyone could see just how much they needed their father and here he was hiding like a coward. On the outside however, Missouri was cool, calm and collected.

"I'm sorry Missouri." John said. "Do…was it really Mary's spirit who saved them?" He was looked at her so desperately that she didn't know whether to hug him or slap him. She wanted to know how the bloody hell he knew what had happened but she knew deep down the answer would only make him angrier.
"I believe it was." He looked away and twirled his wedding band around his finger. Anger took over.

"John Winchester I could slap the pathetic outta you! Why don't you go talk to your children? Don't you realise just how much they need their daddy?" John opened his mouth to reply but she wasn't done.

"Not only is your youngest developing these abilities but your oldest, mentally is barely hanging on by a thread! He is so emotional damaged I don't even think he knows how screwed up his mind is! And now you've left them, the only real anchor they ever had, it's even worse!" she took a deep breathe. "You pull your head John or I'll do it for you!"

"You don't understand how badly I want to call them, see them. Hell, I wanna grab Sammy and squeeze the anger out of him and beg his forgiveness. Dean's too. But I can't. Not yet." He looked at her with tear filled eyes and Missouri understood exactly why he was holding out on his sons.
"Until I know the truth, I am keeping my distance. When I learn the truth is when I will be able to face them."

A:N- Well there is the end of episode 9 and my longest chapter yet whoo!
I know you guys want more Callie/Dean but I wanted to get to a certain point before bringing her back…which just so happens to be the next chapter

As always, feel free to leave a review…I would really like them….almost as much as Dean likes pie.
Let me know if there is anything you might want to read/see/feel in this story and I will try my hardest to incorporate it.

Thanks for reading,

Wicked x