Things are happening and my chapter may get deleted so I put on what I had. I'll make it up next chapter by making it longer than the last two.

An Old Friend

In the old Winchester home, Derek had left an hour ago a few minutes after her sudden guests. Now Jenny was leading the plumber into the kitchen and to her backed up sink. "No sir, nothing weird down there, I promise." Jenny said, having checked out the sink herself before calling for help. "Sink just backed up on its own."

The plumber sat his tool box next to the sink. "Well I'll take a look." It was his job after all. She thanked the man before getting out of his way and going upstairs to check on her kids.

In the kitchen, the plumber opened the cabinets and took a look at the pipes. He was so into his work, he didn't notice a toy monkey in the child's playpen start to clap it's cymbals. It crackled, sounding almost...evil, had anyone been paying attention. The plumber straightened up and rolled up his sleeve. Deciding to see what could be wrong with the garbage disposal, he stuck his hand down the sink. He had half of his arm down the sink when it suddenly turned on. All he could do was scream in agonizing pain as his arm was torn to shreds, hearing that dreadful monkey clearing in the background.

"Thank you again for talking to us." I said to the owner of Guenther's auto repair shop. Otherwise known as the last honest work place John Winchester had before he and his children disappeared after the fire.

"So you and John Winchester, you used to own this garage together?" Dean started with the questioning.

The older man nodded, wiping his grease covered hands with his red bandana. "Yeah, we used to, a long time ago." He said. "Matter of fact, it must be uh-twenty years since John disappeared."

"Twenty two." I corrected without thinking about it. I glanced around the garage, it was an ordinary garage with cars on lifts and tools scattered around.

The man looked confused and slowly nodded. "Right, that sounds closer...so why the cops interested all of a sudden."

Dean made it up on the spot. "Oh, we're reopening some of our unsolved cases and the Winchester disappearance is one of them." I tucked my hands into my pocket, no one suspected them of being those three children John Winchester left Lawrence, Kansas with.

"Well what do you wanna know about John?" The owner asked.

"When you think of John Winchester, what's the first thing you think of?" I asked curiosity. I never met the man in my memory, maybe I just wanted to know who he was before revenge which led to him abandoning his only daughter and dragging his sons on the road clouded his heart and his judgement.

"Whatever really...sticks out to mind." Dean clarified.

"Well," he thought for a moment. "He was a stubborn bastard, I remember that." I almost smiled. Stubbornness must be a Winchester family trait cause all three of us were more stubborn than the last. "And uh, whatever the game, he hated to lose." Sounded like her, I used to get pissed because I lost a game of monopoly as a child. "That whole marine thing." Dean and Sam nodded. "But oh, he sure loved Mary." I wished I could remember that. "And he doted on those kids." Yet another thing I would never remember.

"But that was before the fire?" Sam asked what they already knew. The owner nodded, "He ever talk about that night?"

"No, not at first. I think he was in shock." The owner said.

"Like any happy married man would be after his wife died." I feigned understanding. I didn't know how much John loved Mary, enough to live a life of revenge in her name. I had never loved like that, heck I haven't ever loved anyone other than Sam and Dean and even I was having trouble admitting that to myself. But I bet a romantic love felt more than a love one could have for brothers.

"Did he ever say anything about it, before he disappeared?" Sam asked.

"Oh, he wasn't thinking straight." The owner insisted. "He said something caused that fire and killed Mary."

"Imagine that." I muttered, biting my lip and burying my hands in my pockets.

"He ever say what did it?" Dean asked.

The man looked at them like they were idiots and said like it was obvious. "Nothing did it. It was an accident, an electrical short in the ceiling or walls or something." Right, because it was easier to believe a wire shortage than something in horror stories being real and killing someone. "I begged him to get some help but..." The lengths a person would go through to deny the truth even as it struck them across the face.

"But what?" Dean asked. The Winchester's hung onto his every word, digging into they're missing father's past.

"Oh, he just got worse and worse."

"Worse like how?" I asked before one of the boys could.

"Oh, he started reading these strange old books." The owner explained disgusted. "He started going to see this palm reader in town." I raised a curious eyebrow, a palm reader was essentially a psychic, but I wondered if she was the real deal or not. They left after it was clear he had no more information for them to use.

"So this is what we're reduced to do to find someone?" I scowled. We were at a phone booth, I didn't even know these existed anymore, Sam flipping through the phone book. We usually tracked people down by they're cell phone. But it was hard to do that when we didn't even know who they were.

"We just have to find the few psychics and palm readers in town." Sam stopped on a page and laughed. "The Mysterious Mister Fortinaky. Uh, Missori Moseley..."

Those names didn't mean a thing to me so I just leaned against the phone booth. But Dean didn't seem to act the same way. "Wait, Missouri Moseley? That's a psychic?" He sounded startled, like that name meant more than just a simple name you hear on the street.

I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms. "You wanna tell us what you're thinking about, big brother?"

Dean hurried to the car parked on the curb and opened the back seat. Then he pulled Dad's journal out the single bag in there. "In dad's journal, look at this. First page, first sentence, read that." He flipped it open and held it up for them.

Colliding arm by arm, Sam and I leaned closer to read. Saying it together, the first line read "I went to Missouri and I learned the truth."

"I'm guessing now that doesn't mean the state?" I said. It couldn't be a coincidence that dad went to a palm reader named Missouri before he started down his path of revenge.

Dean shrugged, "I always thought he meant the state." That's the exact same thing I thought when I first flipped through it all those months ago during that Wendigo Case in Blackwater Ridge, Colorado.

The address led them to a surprisingly ordinary house for a psychic. It was just a plain white two story house with flowerbeds by the stairs. I walked up the stairs followed by Dean and Sam. Before either of us could knock on the door, it swung open. A man walked out followed by a dark skin heavy set woman with curly black hair wearing purple clothing. She was patting his shoulder and he looked relieved about something. "Alright there. Don't you worry bout a thing, your wife is crazy about you." The man thanked her before leaving. As soon as he was out of ear sight, she sighed relieved, letting them into her house. "Poor bastard, his woman is cold banging the gardener."

I felt my hazel green eyes widen a little. "But you just told him she wasn't?" Why would a psychic lie during her predictions?

Missouri nodded unconcerned, "I sure did."

"Why didn't you tell him the truth?" Dean asked what was on all they're minds.

Missouri scoffed like that was ridiculous. "People don't come here for the truth. They come for good news." I guess no one really wanted to visit a psychic and hear the truth which would probably be bad news. I could just stare at her in confusion, I surely wouldn't want to be a psychic and have that kinda business, I prefer what we were doing. "Well? Sam, Dean, and Chris, let's get on with this already." She walked to the next room and I gaped. I don't remember telling her our names. I shared a confused 'what the hell' look with my brothers before we followed her into her room. Missouri was waiting there. "Well, lemme look at ya." She said as if she knew them at some point and it had been years. I shifted awkwardly under her looks, crossing my arms over my chest. "Oh, you boys grew up handsome." She pointed at Dean. "And you were one goofy looking kid." Dean glanced, Sam smirked. I raised an arm trying to muffle my laughter. Then Missouri suddenly grabbed Sam by his hand. "Oh, honey, I'm sorry about your girlfriend." I slowly lowered my arm, shocked. She turned to me, taking my hand. "And little Christina, you grew into quite the beauty, didn't you." I had never considered myself beautiful, I was just another face in the crowd. She turned sullen and sad. "I'm sorry about what I did to you."

"Huh?" I asked. I couldn't remember ever meeting this lady, how could she had done something to me. Whatever it was, it couldn't be too bad since I couldn't remember anything involving her.

She patted my hand. "You'll figure out in due time. And now your father is missing?" I looked startled. This lady was either really good at researching or she really was a hard core psychic.

"How do you know all that?" Sam demanded. No way could she know these personal details just by a little guess work or details.

Missouri withdrew from me, dropping my hands. "Well all three of you were practically screaming it in your minds." She said little it was obvious. I lifted my eyebrows startled. Sam looked just as startled.

Dean asked urgently, "Well, where is he? Is he okay?" My heart was thumping loudly in my ribcage and I broke out in cold sweat. I could be meeting my father for the first time in twenty two years today.

But that panic was for naught when Missouri simply said, "I don't know."

I blinked, "How could you not know?" I demanded. After saying all this stuff she couldn't have possibly known, this was the one fact they needed that she didn't? How screwed up was that?

Dean felt the same way and exclaimed loudly. "Well you're supposed to be a psychic, right?" What psychic couldn't help? Then again, I didn't know many, if any, psychics. Unless that Pamela chick that lived down the street from one of my foster homes counted.

Missouri scoffed. "Boy, you see me sawing some bony tramp in half?" She demanded. "You think I'm a magician." Magician was probably very different from psychic. "I may be able to read thought and sense energies in a room but I can't pull facts out of thin air. Now take a seat." I slowly slid onto the couch, being squeezed between Sam and Dean and they're huge muscles. Then Missouri snapped at Dean. "Boy, you put your foot on my coffee table, I'm a whack you with a spoon!" I looked at Dean startled, Sam doing the same over my head.

"I didn't do anything!" Dean defended himself.

"But you were thinking about it." Missouri said. Dean raised his eyebrows, clearly that was the truth. I shook my head, briefly covering my eyes with my hand. Sam smiler, extremely amused by this 'Dean bashing'.

Trying not to grin, I asked, "Can we just get back on track here for a minute?"