A/N: I missed Sunday! I am so sorry. I hope you like this chapter. It's a good one I promise. Thanks for reading!
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Episode: Home
It was around eight pm when my stomach growled. I searched my duffel bag for any kind of breakfast bar, open bag of chips, or candy that I might have left in there from the past couple of days. Unfortunately, there was nothing. I sighed and looked around my empty motel room. The fridge was empty. Dean hogged all the beers and the cabinets were only filled with dust.
I stood up from my carpeted floor and walked next door to Sam and Dean's room. I knocked and Dean let me in a couple of seconds later. When I walked in, Sam was sleeping on the bed. I was surprised since it was only eight at night, but decided not to question it. Whenever Sam could get sleep, Dean and I promised not to ruin that for him.
"You all right?" Dean asked.
"No, I'm starving," I pouted. "And I have no cash. Can I please borrow some money? I saw a diner down the street."
"You shouldn't really be going there by yourself," Dean said, but reached into his pocket to pull out a twenty.
"I think I'll manage," I said, taking the money out of his hand. I stuffed it in my pocket and looked one more time at Sam's unconscious body. "Is he okay?"
"Finally getting some sleep," Dean said. "He's fine. Its been getting better."
"Good," I nodded.
"Let me know when you get back," Dean said. "Oh, and if they have pie, get me a slice."
"You and your freaking pie," I smiled and shut the door behind me softly so that I didn't wake up Sam.
The minute that the motel was out of my sight was the moment that I felt like I was being watched. I had to stop and look around, curiosity getting the best of me. The sky was already a deep dark blue. The wind rustled the trees branches together and sent goose bumps rising on my arm.
I instinctively reached for a dagger in my boot and pulled it out, my thumb running over the sharp silver edge. Why did I always get this feeling? Have I been being stalked for weeks now? I never really noticed it until we got Sam from Stanford.
A car sped by me on the road next to me, bringing me out of my worried thoughts. My heart was racing at top speed and I felt frozen in my spot and my appetite had vanished completely. I forced myself to turn around and jog back to the motel.
I knocked feverishly on Dean's door and he opened it, concerned and holding his handgun behind his back in case I was some crazy psycho.
"Allie? What's the matter?"
"Nothing," I pushed past him, still feeling the stare on the back of my head. Sam was awake now, doodling on a pad of paper. He was looking up at me with the same concerned eyes Dean had.
"Where's the food?" Dean questioned.
"Uh, they didn't have your pie," I lied and sat down at the small round table by the motel window.
"What about your food?"
"I, uh," I pulled on the sleeves of my sweatshirt. "I'm not hungry anymore." I stared out the window, looking for any kind of sign of a shadow or a person, but there was nothing.
"Did you run into a spider or something?" Dean asked. I glared at him. He was trying to make a joke, trying to lighten my mood a tiny bit, but there were still traces of worry in his voice.
"Can I sleep in here tonight?" I asked. I knew that question was just going to worry them even more, but I didn't feel comfortable being alone in my room in this town. Sam and Dean glanced at each other. "Please?"
I shared a bed with Dean that night, but I didn't get a wink of sleep. One because Dean moves a lot in his sleep and two because I still had this eerie feeling. At one point in the night, Sam woke up abruptly, sitting up in his bed and catching his breath. I decided not to question it and pretended to be asleep.
The next morning, Dean got out of bed first to get the coffees. Sam continued doodling on a pad of paper of a tree. Why he was so interested in drawing of a sudden was beyond me. I held my head in my hands at the table, taking small sips of my coffee.
Dean kept giving me nervous glances. He wanted to ask more questions about why I was feeling this way but I didn't want to talk about it. I was probably just being paranoid.
"All right. I've been cruisin' some websites." Dean said, clicking through his laptop. "I think I found a few candidates for our next gig. A fishing trawler found off the coast of Cali—its crew vanished. And, uh, we got some cattle mutilations in West Texas." Neither Sam nor I answered. I was barely listening. I was silently going over all the people who would want to kill me, and frankly it was a long list of strangers. "Hey. Am I boring you with this hunting evil stuff?"
"No. I'm listening." Sam said, putting his pen and paper down. "Keep going."
Dean looked at me for my consent to keep going. I sighed and looked away from the window, giving him my full attention.
He sighed, shook his head, and continued reading. "And, here, a Sacramento man shot himself in the head. Three times. Any of these things blowin' up your skirts, pals?"
Sam looked back at his drawing and scrunched his eyebrows as if he has never seen the picture before. It wasn't like he just drew it or anything. "Wait. I've seen this before." He said to himself.
"Seen what?" Dean asked.
Sam stood up from his seat on the bed and took out Dad's journal from his duffel bag.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
Sam pulled out some kind of picture from the crowded flaps of the journal and held it up to his own sketch. His eyes went wide as he stared at the two drawings and turned his head to look at Dean and I with big eyes.
"Dean, I know where we have to go next."
"Where?" Dean asked.
"Back home. Back to Kansas." Sam said. My eyes went wide at the mention of Lawrence. I haven't been back there since our mom died. I was always afraid to but I didn't know why.
"Okay, random." Dean said. He was acting calm, but I knew he didn't want to go back there again. We've had a conversation about that years ago. "Where'd that come from?"
Sam showed us the photo he was looking at. It was an old family photo of the five of us. Sam and I were just a couple of months old. Dean looked to be four. Dad was holding him and me while Mom held Sam. We were in front of a house and a tree that looked similar to the one Sam drew last night.
"All right, um, this photo was taken in front of our old house, right? The house where Mom died?"
I didn't like where this conversation was going. Every time Mom's death was brought up, it usually ended in a fight with whoever was talking about it.
"Yeah," Dean said.
"And it didn't burn down, right? I mean, not completely, they rebuilt it, right?" Sam was talking fervently. As if he was running out of time to speak what was on his mind.
"I guess so, yeah." Dean was growing frustrated. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Okay, look, this is gonna sound crazy but….the people who live in our old house—I think they might be in danger."
"Why would you think that?" I asked. Now it was my turn to be concerned for Sam. He was really worried about something and it wasn't about some average hunt. It was personal, and it was going to be personal to all three of us.
"Uh…it's just, um…" Sam was biting his nails nervously. He was hiding something again and was silently contemplating telling us about it. "Look, just trust me on this, okay?" He started to walk away, his back turned to us.
Dean quickly got out of his seat and turned Sam around. I was now on my feet too. "Wait, whoa, whoa, trust you?"
"Yeah," Sam said.
"Come on, man, that's weak. You gotta give me a little bit more than that."
"I can't really explain it is all." Sam said.
"Well, tough. I'm not going anywhere until you do."
Sam looked at me for my reaction. I offered a weak grin and stepped closer to him. "Come on, Sam. You can tell us anything, remember?" Sam sighed. "Seriously, Sam. What's going on? You're making me nervous."
Sam ran his hand over his mouth stressfully. Dean waited there expectantly. "I have these nightmares."
Dean nodded, "I've noticed."
"Dean," I warned.
"And sometimes…they come true," Sam admitted, waiting for us to call him crazy.
And Dean almost did, "Come again?"
"Look, Dean… I dreamt about Jessica's death—for days before it happened."
Dean rounded the corner and sat on the bed. "Sam, people have weird dreams, man. I'm sure it's just a coincidence."
Sam shook his head and talked quickly again. "No, I dreamt about the blood dripping, her on the ceiling, the fire, everything, and I didn't do anything about it 'cause 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?"
I didn't know what to say to that. I knew Sam was hiding something but I didn't know it would be something like this—something that we couldn't explain. I had no idea how to help him through this. I felt useless.
Dean looked lost in thought, overwhelmed with everything that Sam said. "I don't know."
Sam sat down on the opposite bed and looked directly at Dean. "What do you mean you don't know, Dean? This woman might be in danger. I mean, this might even be the thing that killed Mom and Jessica!"
"All right, just slow down, would ya?" Dean started pacing. "I mean, first you tell me that you've got the Shining? And then you tell me that I've gotta go back home? Especially when…."
"When what?" Sam asked after Dean trailed off.
He looked at me nervously. Tears were beginning to form in his eyes. In a way, Sam and I were fortunate enough to not remember anything about the night Mom died. For Dean, he was four years old and could remember that night easily.
"When I swore to myself that I would never go back there?" Dean said softly.
"Look, Dean," Sam sad softly. "We have to check this out. Just to make sure."
I nodded at Dean to do this. It was going to be hard, but I was going to there with him every step of the way.
"I know we do."
A few hours later, Dean pulled up to our old house. We all stared at it silently for a couple of minutes. It was a two-story house with light blue siding. It was weird to think we once had a future as a normal family.
"You gonna be all right, man?" Sam asked.
Dean continued staring at the house, "Let me get back to you on that."
We got out of the car and walked up to the front door. Sam knocked on the door. While we waited for someone to answer I reached over and gave Dean's hand a squeeze. He tried offering a grin, but his anxiety was eating him up inside.
A young woman answered the door. She looked to be in her early thirties with shoulder length blonde hair and bright blue eyes. I looked over at Sam to see if he recognized her. I figured he did because his mouth was opened and he was staring at her in shock.
"Yes?" She asked, not noticing Sam's look.
"Sorry to bother you, ma'am," I said. Sam was in too much shock to speak and Dean was too stressed out. "We're with the Federal—"
Once Sam found his voice, he cut me off, "I'm Sam Winchester, and this is my brother, Dean and sister, Allie. We used to live here. You know, we were just drivin' by, and we were wondering if we could come see the old place."
"Winchester." She said as if the name were familiar to her. "Yeah, that's so funny. You know, I think I found some of your photos the other night."
"You did?" Dean asked.
"Come on in," She opened the door and stepped aside. "I'm Jenny."
We walked through the hallway and into the kitchen that opened up into the family room. There was a toddler in a playpen jumping up and down repeating the word "Juice." There was another girl, about nine, sitting at the kitchen table. I wish I could remember this house, then maybe I would feel as connected as Dean and I would be able to help him.
"That's Ritchie," Jenny pointed to the toddler in the playpen. She took a sippy cup out of the fridge and handed it to him. "He's kind of a juice junkie. But hey, at least he won't get dirty." She walked over to her daughter. "Sari, this is Allie, Sam and Dean. They used to live here."
Hi," Sari waved and politely smiled.
"Hey, Sari," I smiled at her.
"So, you just moved in?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, from Wichita," Jenny nodded.
"You got family here, or…?"
"No. I just, uh…needed a fresh start, that's all. So, new town, new job—I mean, as soon as I find one. New house."
"So, how you likin' it so far?" Sam asked.
"Well, uh, all due respect to your childhood home—I mean, I'm sure you had lots of happy memories here." I licked my lips and looked at Dean. He weakly smiled. "But this place has its issues."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, it's just getting old. Like the wiring, you know? We've got flickering lights almost hourly."
"Oh, that's too bad. What else?"
"Um…sink's backed up, there's rats in the basement—" She paused to look at us. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to complain."
"It's okay," I smiled at her. The more problems she listed off, the more this sounded like our kind of issue, which freaked me out because that would mean Sam was right. "Have you seen the rats or have you just heard scratching?"
"It's just scratching, actually."
"Mom?" Sari looked at her mom. Jenny knelt down next to her. "Ask them if it was here when they lived here." All of our attention was now on Sari.
"What, Sari?" Sam asked.
"The thing in my closet," Sari said.
"Oh, no, baby, there was nothing in their closets," Jenny said to her. She looked at us to back her up. "Right?"
"Right," Sam said. "No, no, of course not."
"She had a nightmare the other night," Jenny explained.
"I wasn't dreaming. It came into my bedroom—and it was on fire."
Now I was officially freaked out. Sam's nightmares were coming to life.
We said our thank you's and our goodbyes and walked quickly out of that house.
"You hear that? A figure on fire." Sam said as we walked back to the impala.
"And that woman, Jenny, that was the woman in your dreams?" Dean asked. We crossed the street to the car.
"Yeah. And you hear what she was talking about? Scratching, flickering lights, both signs of a malevolent spirit." Sam listed them off with his fingers.
"Yeah, well, I'm just freaked out that your weirdo visions are coming true."
Me too, I thought.
Sam started to panic, "Well, forget about that for a minute. The thing in the house, do you think it's the thing that killed Mom and Jessica?"
"I don't know!" Dean yelled. This was all too much for him. I felt so bad.
"Well, I mean, has it come back or has it been here the whole time?"
I shook my head, trying to relieve some of the stress that was on Dean's shoulders. "Or maybe it's something else entirely, Sam, we don't know yet."
"Well, those people are in danger, Allie. We have to get 'em out of that house."
"And we will," Dean said. Despite being overwhelmed with everything, he still had to be the older brother. He was trying to comfort Sam. We got in the car and pulled out.
"No, I mean now."
"And how you gonna do that, huh? You got a story that she's gonna believe?"
We waited for Sam to suggest something but we were left empty handed. No one knew how to get this family out of their house without freaking them out.
"Then what are we supposed to do?" Sam asked, defeated.
Dean pulled into a gas station that was conveniently down the street from Jenny's house. He got out and walked over to the gas tank. I leaned forward and crossed my arms over the backseat and rested my head against them.
"We just gotta chill out, that's all. You know, if this was any other kind of job, what would we do?" Dean said, shoving the gas pump into the car.
Sam sighed, "We'd try to figure out what we were dealin' with."
I added, "We'd dig into the history of the house."
"Exactly," Dean said. "Except this time, we already know what happened."
"Yeah, but how much do we know? I mean, how much do you actually remember?" Sam asked Dean.
I watched Dean process his answer. He was leaning against Sam's side of the car with his elbow against the top of the car. "Not much. I remember the fire…the heat." Dean paused and looked at us. "And then I carried both of you out the front door."
I scrunched my eyebrows, not remembering that part of the story, "You did?" I asked.
"Yeah," Dean said, noticing both of our confused faces. "What, you never knew that?"
I shook my head, "No."
"Well I did," Dean said and pointed to me. "And you were one chubby baby." I stuck my tongue out at him. "And, well, you know Dad's story as well as I do. Mom was…was on the ceiling. And whatever put her there was long gone by the time Dad found her."
"And he never had a theory about what did it?" Sam asked.
"If he did, he kept it to himself. "
"God knows we asked him enough times." I said, glancing at both of them. I was the worst when it came to asking Dad about Mom. Dad would try and be nice about it, but the conversation usually ended up in fights.
"Okay. So, if we're gonna figure out what's goin' on now…we have to figure out what happened back then. And see if it's the same thing." Sam said.
"Yeah. We'll talk to Dad's friends, neighbors, people who were there at the time." Dean said.
Sam hesitated to ask his next question. ""Does this feel like just another job to you?"
This did feel like another job, but it was different. This was our old home, we had a personal connection to it—more personal than the shapeshifter wearing Dean's face. We needed Dad for this one. I needed Dad for this one—a strong backbone for this case that knows more about the history of this house than Dean.
"I'll be right back," Dean said, not answering the question. "I gotta go to the bathroom."
Sam and I watched him leave with solemn faces. This job was probably bringing back memories he thought he had forgotten about.
The next day we went to Guenther's Auto Repair Shop. That's where Dad used to work when we were living a normal life. We tried talking to the owner.
"So you and John Winchester, you used to own this garage together?" Dean asked him.
"Yeah, we used to, a long time ago." The owner wiped his hands with a dirty cloth. "Matter of fact, it must be, uh…twenty years since John disappeared. So why the cops interested all of a sudden?"
"Oh, we're re-opening some of our unsolved cases, and the Winchester disappearance is one of 'em."
"Oh, well, what do you wanna know about John?"
"Well, whatever you remember, you know, whatever sticks out in your mind." Dean shrugged like it was nothing, but to us, it was everything.
"Well…he was a stubborn bastard, I remember that." He laughed, "And, uh, whatever the game, he hated to lose, you know? It's that whole Marine thing." I nodded and couldn't help but smile. That sounded just like my dad. God, I missed him. "But, oh, he sure loved Mary. And he doted on those kids." I smiled wider.
"But that was before the fire?" Sam asked.
"That's right."
"He ever talk about that night?" I asked.
"No, not at first," The owner answered. "I think he was in shock."
"Right," Sam said. "But eventually? What did he say about it?"
"Oh, he wasn't thinkin' straight. He said somethin' caused that fire and killed Mary."
"He ever say what did it?" Dean asked.
The owner shook his head and looked at us suspiciously, "Nothin' did it. It was an accident—an electrical short in the ceiling or walls or somethin'. I begged him to get some help, but…."
"But what?" Dean asked.
"Oh, he just got worse and worse."
"How?" I asked.
"Oh, he started readin' these strange ol' books. He started goin' to see this palm reader in town."
"Palm reader?" Dean asked. "Uh, do you have a name?"
The owner scoffed at us, "No."
Our next move was to find the psychic that the auto shop owner was talking about. We stopped by a pay phone and Sam flipped through a phone book for local psychics.
"All right, so there are a few psychics and palm readers in town. There's someone named El Divino. There's, uh—" Sam laughed. "—there's the Mysterious Mister Fortinsky. Uh, Missouri Moseley—"
"Wait, wait," Dean stopped Sam. Sam looked up from the book. "Missouri Moseley?"
"So?" I asked.
"That's a psychic?" Dean asked Sam.
"Uh, yea. Yeah, I guess so." Sam said.
Dean went into the backseat and pulled out Dad's journal. He flipped opened the book to the first page.
"In Dad's journal…here, look at this." He handed the book to me and pointed, "First page, first sentence, read that."
I gave Dean a look, but did what he asked. "I went to Missouri and learned the truth." I looked up at my oldest brother and shrugged. "So?"
"I always thought he meant the state." Dean said.
Missouri Moseley did her business at her own house in the middle of town. We waited in the "Waiting room" also known as the room where she keeps all her shoes and hangs up all her coats.
"Are we actually going to believe what a psychic has to tell us about our old house?" I asked either of my brothers. "I mean how trustworthy is this woman?"
Dean shrugged, "Dad came here. That has to mean something."
I sighed, "It just sounds like were putting a lot of faith in a woman we don't even know."
The door opened. An older black woman walked out, escorting a middle aged white man out of the house. "All right, there. Don't you worry 'bout a thing. Your wife is crazy about you." The guy thanked her. She shut the door behind him. "Whew. Poor bastard. His woman is cold-bangin' the gardener."
My eyebrows raised in surprise.
"Why didn't you tell him?" Dean asked.
"People don't come here for the truth. They come for good news." We stared at her, unsure of what to say to that. "Well? Sam, Allie, and Dean, come on already, I ain't got all day." She walked back into her house and left my brothers and I to look at each other confused. "Well, lemme look at ya." She said when we walked inside her house. We stood in front of her unmoving. "Oh, you boys grew up handsome." She pointed at Dean and laughed, "And you were one goofy-lookin' kid, too." Dean glared at her and Sam and I smirked. That's what he gets for calling me a chubby baby. Missouri smiled at me next. "Allie. You're so beautiful. I bet the boys are all over you."
"Hell no," Dean said to himself.
Missouri and I gave him a look. She moved over to Sam. "Sam. " She grabbed his hand. "Oh, honey…I'm sorry about your girlfriend." I stood there shocked that she even knew about that. Maybe I was wrong about her. Maybe she was legit. "And your father—he's missin'?"
"How'd you know all that?" Sam asked in awe.
"Well, you were just thinkin' it just now," She replied and looked at me. "Have faith in me now?"
I stared at her awkwardly.
"Well, where is he?" Dean asked. "Is he okay?"
"I don't know," Missouri admitted.
"Don't know?" Dean asked. "Well, you're supposed to be a psychic, right?"
"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." Missouri pointed to the couch. Sam and I smirked at Dean and 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 said, looking at her like she was crazy.
"But you were thinkin' about it." Missouri said. Dean raised his eyebrows.
I take back all my doubts about this woman. She was awesome!
"Okay." Sam said, helping Dean take the attention off of him. "So, our dad—when did you first meet him?"
"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?" I asked. "Do you know about what killed our mom?"
"A little. Your daddy took me to your house. He was hopin' I could sense the echoes, the fingerprints of this thing."
"And could you?" Sam asked.
"I…" Missouri shook her head as if remembering a mad memory.
"What was it?" Sam asked.
"I don't know." Missouri said softly. "Oh, but it was evil." She noticed my brothers and I look at each other nervously. "So…you think somethin' is back in that house?"
"Definitely," Sam replied.
"I don't understand," Missouri said.
"What?"
"I haven't been back inside, but I've been keepin' an eye on the place, and it's been quiet. No sudden deaths, no freak accidents. Why is it actin' up now?"
We let Sam take this one since he was the one having the freaky visions and everything. "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."
"That's a comforting thought." Dean said.
"Would you come back to the house with us?" I asked Missouri. "Maybe you could take a look around and see if you sense anything."
Missouri hesitated, but eventually nodded her head. We stood up and walked to the impala.
I was watching Missouri's face as we approached the house to see if I could try and read her facial expression. Her eyes were roaming the entire exterior.
Jenny opened the door breathless and surprised. "Sam, Allie, Dean. What are you doing here?"
"Hey Jenny," Sam politely smiled. "This is our friend, Missouri."
"If it's not too much trouble, we were hoping to show her the old house." Dean said. "You know, for old time's sake."
"You know, this isn't a good time," Jenny said. Her voice shook as if she was nervous. "I'm kind of busy."
"Listen, Jenny. It's important." Dean said. Missouri smacked him over the head. "Ow!" Dean winced and rubbed the back of his head.
"Give the poor girl a break, can't you see she's upset?" Missouri told him and turned to Jenny. "Forgive this boy, he means well, he's just not the sharpest tool in the shed, but hear me out."
I glanced at Dean's stunned expression and cracked a smirk.
"About what?" Jenny asked.
"About this house." Missouri said.
"What are you talking about?"
Missouri stepped in front of all of us so she could speak to Jenny on a more personal level. "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 glanced at the three of us. "Who are you?"
"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 us unsure but eventually invited us back into her house. All those flaws she mentioned about the house earlier must have officially scared her. She stayed downstairs with her kids while the four of us roamed the upstairs.
We entered a girl room I assumed to be Sari's. She had a full size bed pressed up against her pink painted wall right across from her closet.
Missouri walked to the middle of the room, "If there's a dark energy around here, this room should be the center of it."
"Why?" Sam asked.
"This used to be yours and Allie's nursery, Sam," Missouri said. My head immediately looked up towards the ceiling. It was painted a perfect shade of white. No traces of my mom were left behind. It was like she was never here. And for some reason, I hated that. "This is where it all happened." She looked at Dean using his EMF meter. "That an EMF?"
"Yeah." Dean didn't look up.
"Amateur," She said. Damn, I wish we could bring Missouri with us everywhere we went! Dean elbowed me in the side when he saw my smile and looked back down at his EMF. It was beeping frantically. "I don't know if you boys should be disappointed or relieved, but this ain't the thing that took your mom."
"Wait, are you sure?" Sam asked. She nodded. "How do you know?"
"It isn't the same energy I felt the last time I was here." She explained. "It's somethin' different."
"What is it?" Dean asked.
"Not it," Missouri walked to the closet and opened the doors. "Them. There's more than one spirit in this place."
"What are they doing here?" I asked, feeling extra protective about this place. This house was special despite it's history.
"They're here because of what happened to your family. 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."
"I don't understand," Sam said. He must have thought that what was supposed to be here was bigger than it is.
"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."
"You said there was more than one spirit," Sam said. Missouri just said one.
"There is," She nodded. "I just can't quite make out the second one."
Dean stuffed the EMF reader back into his leather jacket pocket. "Well, one thing's for damn sure—nobody's dyin' in this house ever again. So whatever is here, how do we stop it?"
We went back to Missouri's house to prepare for tonight when we go back to Jenny's and get those son's of bitches out of our—I mean…her house. We sat around her coffee table with different herbs and roots we were supposed to stuff in bags and shove into the walls.
"So, what is all this stuff, anyway?" Dean asked her.
"Angelica Root, Van Van oil, crossroad dirt, a few other odds and ends." Missouri listed off.
"Yeah? What are we supposed to do with it?"
"We're gonna put them inside the walls in the north, south, east, west corners on each floor of the house."
"We'll be punchin' holes in the dry wall." Dean scoffed. "Jenny's gonna love that."
"She'll live," Missouri said slyly.
"And this'll destroy the spirits?"
"It should. It should purify the house completely. We'll each take a floor. But we work fast. Once the spirits realize what we're up to, things are gonna get bad."
"Great," Dean said sarcastically. He picked up the bags of herbs. "Let's go."
"All right," Missouri stood up from her seat on the couch. "Allie and I will be right out." The three of us turned around to give her a weird look. She sighed. "Would you three stop asking so many questions at once?" She was reading our minds again. "Now, go."
Sam and Dean glanced at me as if it was my idea that we stayed behind.
When the door closed behind them, Missouri turned to me looking real concerned. She glanced out the window to make sure my brothers weren't eavesdropping. Surprisingly, they weren't. They were leaning against the side of the impala.
"What's wrong, Missouri?" I asked her. I felt my heart rate pick up its pace. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I don't know what it is. But I'm sensing some kind of energy around you."
"Energy?"
Missouri sighed, "Something evil—something unkind."
"The same something that's lurking in Jenny's home?" I asked nervously. She didn't answer. "Missouri, you're kind of scaring me here."
"You get your own room when you travel the country with your brothers?" She asked me. I nodded. "Stay with your brothers tonight."
"You know, don't you?" I narrowed my eyes, thinking about what happened two nights ago before Sam found this job. "I'm being followed, aren't I?"
"I don't know," Missouri looked defeated. This must have been the first time she was ever unsure about her readings. "All I can do is sense it."
"What about Sam and Dean?" I asked. "Are they being followed too?"
"No," She shook her head. "I don't think so."
My teeth clenched with annoyance. It was nice to know I wasn't crazy and that I wasn't only being paranoid the other night, but it sucked that the answers I was finally getting were so bland.
Missouri read my mind again and offered a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry I don't know anything else."
I swiped my jacket off the back of her couch and headed for the door. I wasn't mad at Missouri, I was just mad in general. "We should probably get going before Dean barges in here asking questions." I opened the door and stopped after making eye contact with my brothers. Their hands were stuffed into their pockets and their eyes were narrowed at me. I sighed and turned around to look at Missouri, "Please don't tell my brothers about any of this." Missouri didn't like that request. "They have enough going on right now."
I didn't wait for her to answer. I shut the door behind me and walked slowly back to the car where Sam and Dean look at me expectantly. I stood in front of them unsure what to say.
"Well—" Dean opened his arms wide in exaggeration. "What did she want?"
"What are we doing boys?" Missouri walked down her front porch steps and towards the car. "Get in the car. We are wasting daylight."
I felt a weight lifted off my shoulders after Missouri gave me more time to think of a lie to tell my brothers. Dean didn't want to get in that car without some answers, but he knew if he fought her on it, he would lose. So the four of us hopped into the car and left for Jenny's in silence.
"Look, I'm not sure I'm comfortable leaving you guys here alone." Jenny said, although she was currently walking out with her two kids. We told her what we wanted to do without mentioning the holes in the wall. She really didn't want to leave us alone but she also wanted to get rid of what was in her house.
"Just take your kids to the movies or somethin', and it'll be over by the time you get back." Missouri told her. Jenny looked at us one more time and left with her kids. We walked inside.
We stood in the kitchen for a moment before splitting off. Sam was in charge of the upstairs, Dean was in charge of the kitchen and any other rooms on that floor. Missouri and I were in charge of the basement.
The basement wasn't finished. It was cold and all concrete with metal pillars coming from the floor and meeting the ceiling. There were two washing and dying machines stuffed in the corner next to a tool box. Missouri handed me a bag and walked to the opposite side of the room. We didn't speak to each other. I had too much on my mind to make small talk.
I stuffed one of the bags into the corner of the room. It was hard because of the concrete but luckily there was already a little hole formed from being run down after years of not being finished.
There was a deep toned screeching from behind me and a "hmff' from Missouri. I turned around and found her trapped behind a table against the wall.
"Allie!" Missouri yelled at me.
A hammer came flying my way and I ducked, the tool barely missing my head. I looked behind me to see several other tools from the toolbox coming my way. I thought fast and dove over another table. I flipped it over on its side to block the sharp tools. They pierced the wooden slab of the table. I was breathing hard and I backed up against one of the metal poles.
"Allie, baby! Are you okay?" Missouri cried out to me.
Before I could answer, there was a blinding white light. I shut my eyes and stuffed my head between my knees. When I looked up a couple of seconds later, it was gone.
We ran upstairs to Sam and Dean who looked like they had a similar experience. The kitchen table was flipped over stabbed with knives. Sam's neck was red, and they were both out of breath.
Missouri explained to that the blinding white light was the spirit disappearing, meaning the ghost was officially gone.
"You sure this is over?" Sam asked.
"I'm sure." Missouri said and tilted her head, narrowing her eyes at Sam. "Why? Why do you ask?"
I looked at Sam who looked like he wasn't sure about this whole thing being done with.
"Never mind," Sam shook his head with a sigh, "It's nothing, I guess."
Just then, Jenny entered the house, "Hello? We're home." She walked into the kitchen where we were. Her eyes went wide when she saw the damages. "What happened?"
"Hi, sorry." Sam said, looking around nervously. "Um, we'll pay for all of this."
"Don't you worry. Dean's gonna clean up this mess." Missouri said. Dean scrunched his eyebrows in confusion and didn't move. Missouri turned to him. "Well, what are you waiting for, boy? Get the mop." Dean pressed his lips into a thin line and walked way. "And don't cuss at me!" Dean muttered something under his breath.
I helped by taking all the knives out of the table and placing them back in their holder. I flipped the table back on its four legs and swept away the broken glass on the floor. Sam cleaned up his part upstairs and when I was done helping Dean I went downstairs to the basement.
Later that night, I started packing up my stuff in my motel room to bring it back over to Dean's. It was around 10:00 when Sam knocked on my door and said we were leaving to go back to Jenny's house. So that's where we were. Stalking her house in the middle of the night in the impala.
"All right, so, tell me again, what are we still doing here?" Dean asked Sam.
"I don't know," Sam said with a sigh. "I just…I still have a bad feeling."
"Why? Missouri did her whole Zelda Rubenstein thing, the house should be clean, it should be over." Dean said. I yawned from the backseat.
"Yeah, well, probably. But I just wanna make sure, that's all."
I grunted, "Yeah, well, problem is I could be sleeping in a bed right now." I slid down in my seat and closed my eyes as if these ten seconds of shut eye would make me less tired.
"Dean. Look, Dean!" Sam screamed causing me to jolt awake. I looked out the back window and saw Jenny screaming. When we got out of the car, we could hear the loud-pitched cries.
"You guys get the kids!" Dean demanded of us. "I'll get Jenny."
We raced inside the house and kicked the locked front door down. The three of us raced to the stairs. Sam went into Sari's room while I found Ritchie. He was standing up in his crib, naïve. I picked him up and jogged to Sari's room. She was crying in Sam's arms, afraid of the firery human figure in her closet. I had never seen anything like it.
"Don't look. Don't look!" Sam told her. We ran down the stairs. Sam stopped me before we reached the front door and handed Sari over to me. Both of the kids were getting heavier the longer they stayed in my arms. "Take them outside as fast as you can, and don't look back."
"Are you crazy!" I yelled at him.
Some sort of force yanked Sam on his back and dragged him into another room.
"Shit," I mumbled to myself and ran out the door with the two kids.
Jenny and Dean were already out there waiting by the impala. Jenny was crying, but when she saw her kids, she seemed to lighten up slightly.
"Where's Sam?" Dean shouted.
"He's inside," Sari answered crying. "Something's got him."
Dean looked at me with wide eyes. I placed Sari on the ground and sprinted back to the house with Dean right by my side. The front door slammed shut on it's own. I tried kicking at it and pulling on the doorknob. Dean ran back to the car and came back with a rifle and an ax. He handed me the rifle as he started chopping away at the door with the ax. Soon enough, he made a hole big enough for us to climb through. Sam was upstairs in Sari's room.
"Sam!" I screamed. He was stuck to the wall in front of a firey figure. I raised the rifle to shoot it, but Sam stopped me.
"No, don't! Don't!" He screamed.
"What, why?" Dean yelled back.
"Because I know who it is. I can see her now."
"Her?" I asked, looking at the figure again.
The fire started to diminish around the person. She was around my height with long blonde wavy hair and wore a nightgown. Her face was the same face in my old family picture of when Sam and I were babies.
"Mom?" Dean said softly.
I slowly lowered my gun and stared at her in shock. This was my mom? I didn't know how to react because I never knew her like Dean did. I took a step back to stand next to Sam. I couldn't think of any words to describe this moment.
Mom stepped closer to Dean who now had tears in his eyes. "Dean." She said softly. Then she walked over to Sam and I, glancing at the both of us. "Sam and Allie." Sam smiled weakly at her. I couldn't seem to work any of my facial muscles anymore. My mouth was gaped open, my eyes were starting to get cloudy, and my hands were shaking by my side. "I'm sorry." She said.
"For what?" Sam asked.
She looked at us sadly and turned away, saying nothing. She looked up at the ceiling. "You get out of my house. And let go of my son."
Mom lit up in flames again. I felt the heat rinse over me as the fire reached the ceiling and soon disappeared, taking my mother with it.
Sam was let go from the wall and walked over to where Dean was standing, both too stunned to say anything. I still couldn't move.
"Now, it's over." Sam said.
The car ride back to our motel rooms was dead silent. No one knew what to say, or whether to actually speak what they were thinking. We barely muttered a goodnight as I walked to my separate bedroom, completely forgetting what Missouri told me earlier.
I unlocked my door to find someone going through my things, the room completely turned upside down. The mattresses on both of my beds were turned on their sides. The small table by the window was smashed. The bathroom door was wide open, and I could see the curtain ripped off and laying on the floor. The perpetrator was going through my duffel bag. Everything was thrown out of it.
I ripped out my hand gun from the waist band of my jeans and pointed it at the guy. He looked to be about thirty years old, wearing an expensive suit. His brunette hair was quaffed and his lips were turned downwards into a frown. The worst part? His eyes were black.
"Who are you!" I screamed at him, everything Missouri warned me about flooding through my mind again. I silently kicked myself for not going into Sam and Dean's room. I hoped they would hear me.
The demon smiled and flicked his wrist. I went flying into the wall connected with Sam and Dean's room. If they didn't hear that one…
"Didn't expect you to be back so soon," The demon walked over to me. His frown was now flipped into a smirk. "How was mommy?"
I felt my heart in my chest at the mention of my mother. I raised my hand and shot at the demon, a bullet going straight through his chest. He stumbled backwards but didn't fall off his feet. He reached for his chest and observed the blood on his fingers.
"Ow," He said in a monotone voice.
Sam and Dean kicked down the door to the room. When they saw the demon, Dean shot at it with a rifle. A bullet went through the demon's right shoulder.
"I'll take a hint," It said. The demon opened his mouth. Black smoke erupted out of him and went out the door behind my brothers. The body the demon was possessing fell to the ground lifeless.
None of us moved, our chest moving up and down as we breathed heavily.
The next morning we went back to Jenny's to say one final goodbye and take one last look at the house. I doubted we would ever be coming back here again. Jenny thanked us a million times and gave us the family photos she found in the attic.
"Thanks for these," Dean said, motioning to the pictures.
"Don't thank me, they're yours."
Dean and I walked back to the car. He tucked the pictures away in the trunk of the car and closed it behind him. Missouri and Sam walked out of the house next after doing one final walk through.
"Sam, you ready?" Dean called out. Sam nodded and walked back to the car, saying his last goodbye to Jenny and her kids.
"Don't you boys be strangers," Missouri waved.
"We won't," Dean said and drove away.
We went to diner for lunch. The hostess led us to a booth in the corner where we had a clear view of the dirt stained road.
"Okay," Dean said once she left us alone. "What the hell happened last night?"
After the demon escaped, Dean and Sam took care of the body while I tried cleaning up the room. I inspected every inch of the room, looking for whatever the hell the demon was looking for. I had nothing it would want. Weapons? They were left untouched after they were found. Jewelry? I didn't have any—not that a demon would want that for any reason.
By the time Sam and Dean got back and I finished cleaning up the room, it was already seven in the morning. At that point, we wanted to get the hell out of Kansas so we drove straight to Jenny's without speaking of the incident.
"I don't know," I said, and it was the honest truth. I had no idea what last night was about. "The place looked like that when I walked in. He was going through my bag when I caught him."
"What was he looking for?"
"I don't know," I said again. Dean rolled his eyes. "What's with the attitude? I seriously don't know. I have nothing worth stealing."
"What about Missouri?" Sam asked.
"What about Missouri?" I asked, now feeling grumpy because of Dean's new attitude towards me.
"What did she tell you yesterday after Dean and I left?"
"Oh," I said. I was conflicted whether to tell them what she said or not. "She just said that she felt some sort of bad energy around me. I thought it was because of the spirit in the house," I said. It wasn't technically a lie. Missouri did tell me that she felt an evil energy following me. I just never thought it had to do with Mom's spirit.
Dean narrowed his eyes at me. I tried avoiding his gaze. If either of these two could tell I was lying, it would be Dean.
"Hi, I'm Lilyanne and I'll be taking care of you today," A peppy waitress approached our table with a pad of paper and a pen.
I sat further into my seat and smiled politely at the waitress, grateful that she could take a way some of the tension.
I still wasn't convinced that the demon in my room was the same person following me for weeks, and that was the scariest part of all of this.