This has been the most sacred you have been since you joined the brothers in their search to find their dad. You've faces ghosts, demons, a shapeshifter, and even bugs, but you were truly fearing for your life here. Especially since neither Sam nor Dean were going to save you this time around. You were trapped between two spirits, one was made of fire and the other one was the poltergeist. You kept recalling everything the boys taught you to try and figure a way out of this. Suddenly the poltergeist attacked you causing the chandelier above you to fall you dodged it, but the poltergeist used the chain that was left hanging to choke you. It pulled you into the air and was trying to choke the life out of you or break your neck whichever came first. Then the flaming spirit lifted what looked like a hand into the air, and was about to strike...You tugged on the chain just enough to breath in some air and speak. "Sam! DEAN!" you screamed at the top of your lungs hoping for a miracle...


A few days earlier...

You and the boys were staying at a motel while you were looking for your next hunting job. Ever since you woke up it felt like something was bothering Sam. "All right, I've been cruisin' some websites. I think I found a few candidates for our next gig." Dean said and He took a sip of his coffee. "A fishing trawler found off the coast of Cali, its crew vanished. And, uh, we got some cattle mutilations in west Texas." You didn't even think Sam was listening to a word Dean was saying. "Hey." you heard Dean say in the background. "Am I boring you with this hunting-evil stuff?"

"No. I'm listening. Keep going." Sam answered as he went back to his drawing.

"And here, a Sacramento man shot himself in the head. Three times. Any of these things blown' up your skirt, pal?" Dean asked as he waved towards Sam.

"Whatcha drawing?" you asked Sam as you sat on the bed next to him the drawing was of a tree.

"A tree I saw in my dream last night." Sam replied as he just stared at the picture. "Wait, I've seen this."

"Seen, what?" Dean asked as Sam rushed off of the bed. "What are you doing?" Dean asked as he sipped his coffee. Sam was flipping through their dad's journal looking for something until he pulled a picture out.

"Dean, Y/N, I know where we have to go next." Sam stated.

"Where?" you and Dean both asked.

"Back home." Sam answered. "Back to Kansas."

"Okay, random. Where'd that come from?" Dean asked as he scoffed.

"All right, um, this photo was taken in front of our house, right?" Sam asked Dean as he showed Dean the photo he found. "The house where mom died?"

"Yeah." Dean confirmed as he looked at the picture.

"It didn't burn down. Not completely. They rebuilt it, right?" Sam asked.

"I guess so. What the hell are you talking about?" Dean asked confused.

"Okay, look. This is gonna sound crazy, but the people who live in our old house...I think they might be in danger." Sam explained.

"Why would you think that?" you wondered.

"Uh...Just, um-Look, just-Just trust me on this, okay?" Sam stuttered.

"Okay, whoa, whoa. Trust you?" Dean said.

"Yeah." Sam replied.

"Come on, man, that's weak. You gotta give me a little bit more than that." Dean complained.

"I can't really explain it is all." Sam said.

"Well, tough. I'm not goin' anywhere until you do." Dean stated.

"I have these nightmares." Sam started.

"We've noticed." Dean retorted.

"And sometimes they come true." Sam continued.

"Come again?" Dean asked staring blankly at Sam.

"Kind of like a premonition?" you asked.

"Yeah, exactly. Look, Dean, I dreamt about Jessica's death for days before it happened." Sam explained.

"Sam, people have weird dreams, man. I'm sure it's just a coincidence." Dean said as he sat down on the bed.

"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, our house, and about some woman inside screaming for help." Sam explained. "That's where it all started. It has to mean something, right?"

"I don't know." Dean mumbled.

"You don't-? What do you mean, you don't know, Dean? This woman might be in danger. This might even be the thing that killed Mom and Jessica." Sam said as he sat next to Dean on the bed.

"All right. Just slow down, would ya?" Dean growled as he stood up and chuckled. "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.

"When I swore to myself that I would never go back there." Dean stated.

"Look...Dean, we have to check this out. Just to make sure." Sam stated as he got up off the bed.

"I know we do." Dean said as he turned back to look at Sam.


You guys headed to Lawrence, Kansas where the boys lived with their dad until their mom died. When you got to their old house, Dean stopped the car. "You gonna be all right, man?" Sam asked he looked over at Dean.

"Let me get back to you on that." Dean stated. You three got out of the car and Dean knocked on the door.

"Yes?" a young woman asked as she opened the door and Sam stared at her hard for a few seconds.

"Sorry to bother you, but we're with the-" Dean started to say.

"I'm Sam Winchester. And this is my brother, Dean and our friend Y/N." Sam interrupted as he looked between the woman and Dean. "Um...we used to live here. You know, we were-We were just driving by, and we were wondering if we could come see the old place.

"Winchester." the young woman muttered. "Yeah, that's so funny. You know, I-I think I found some of your photos the other night."

"You did?" Dean asked.

"Okay. Yeah, come on in." She said stepping inside to let you three into the house. As soon as you walked in you could tell how tense Dean was, so you put your hand on his shoulder to reassure him and remind him that he wasn't alone. He gave you a tiny smile and you continued to follow the woman through the house into the kitchen. She walked over to the fridge while you saw a little girl drawing at the kitchen table and an even younger boy jumping up and down in a playpen asking for juice. "That's Richie. He's kind of a juice junkie. But, hey, at least he won't get scurvy." She explained as she gave Richie some juice. "Sari, this is Sam, Dean, and Y/N. Sam and Dean used to live here."

"Hi," Sari quietly said as she waving to you guys.

"Hey, Sari." Sam greeted as you and Dean waved at her.

"So you just moved in?" Dean asked.

"Uh, yeah. From Wichita." She replied.

"You got family here, or...?" Dean started to ask.

"No, I just, uh...Um, needed a fresh start, that's all." She explained. "So new town, new job-I mean, as soon as I find one. New house."

"So how you liking it so far?" Sam asked.

"Well, uh, with all due respect to your childhood home-I mean, I'm sure you have lots of happy memories here.-but this place has its issues." She complained.

"What do you mean?" Sam wondered.

"Well, it's just getting old. Like the wiring, you know? We've got flickering lights almost hourly." She explained.

"Ah, that's too bad, what else?" Dean asked.

"Um, sink's backed up. There's, uh, rats in the basement. I'm sorry. I don't mean to complain."She continued.

"No. Have you seen the rats, or have you just heard scratching?" Dean asked.

"It's just the scratching actually." She replied.

"Mom? Ask them if it was here when they lived here." Sari requested.

"What, Sari?" Sam asked.

"The thing in my closet." Sari answered as she looked at you three.

"Oh, no, baby. There was nothing in their closets. Right?" She asked looking at Sam and Dean.

"Right." Sam replied. "No, no, of course not."

"She had a nightmare the other night." She explained.

"I wasn't dreaming. It came into my bedroom and it was on fire." Sari explained.

After you guys were done looking around you went back to the car."You hear that? A figure on fire." Sam pointed out as you guys walked down the sidewalk toward the Impala.

"And that woman, Jenny, she was the woman in your dreams?" Dean asked pointing towards the house.

"Yeah, did you hear what she was talking about? Scratching, flickering lights. Both signs of a malevolent spirit." Sam stated.

"Yeah, well, I'm just freaked out that your weirdo visions are coming true." Dean said.

"Well forget about that for a moment, the thing in the house, do you think it killed mom and Jessica?" Sam suggested.

"I don't know!" Dean growled.

"I mean, has it come back, or has it been here the whole time?" Sam asked.

"Or maybe it's something else entirely. We don't know." Dean suggested.

"No matter what it is we have to stop it before harms Jenny, Sari, and Richie." you pointed out drawing the boys attention to you.

"Y/N's right, we should calm down treat this like any other case." Dean stated as Sam sighed impatient.


Dean stopped at a gas station to fill up on gas while you discussed what to do next. "If this was any other job, what would we do?" you asked while you all leaned against the car and Sam sighed.

"We'd try to figure out what we were dealing with. We'd dig into the history of the house." Sam stated.

"Exactly, but this time, we already know what happened." Dean pointed out.

"Yeah, but how much do we know I mean...How much do you actually remember?" Sam asked Dean as Sam sat onto of the car.

"About that night, you mean?" Dean asked.

"Yeah." Sam answered.

"Not much. I remember the fire. The heat. Then I carried you out the front door." Dean said recalling that night.

"You did?" Sam wondered.

"Yeah. Why, you never knew that?" Dean asked looking over at Sam.

"No." Sam answered.

"And, uh, well, you know dad's story as well as I do." Dean stated. "Mom was-Was on the ceiling. 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." Dean responded.

"So, where would be the best place to start getting more information about the house?" you asked sitting on the car next Dean.

"We should talk to dad's friends, neighbors, people who were there at the time." Dean suggested.

"Does this feel like just another job to you?" Sam asked as he scoffed.

"I'll be right back. I gotta go the bathroom." Dean said as he got up and went to the bathroom.

"I'm sure this isn't just another case for Dean, it's probably affecting him the most cause he's the big brother. He's gotta act strong for your sake." you suggested to Sam.

"Yeah, maybe." Sam mumbled as you two waited for Dean to get back.

The first place the brothers decided to check out was the garage John used to own with a friend of his. "So, you and John Winchester, you, uh, used to own this garage together?" Dean asked the man as he showed you three through the repair shop.

"Yeah, we used to. A long time ago. Matter of act, it must be, uh...twenty years since John disappeared. So why are the cops interested all of a sudden?" The man asked looking between the three of you.

"Oh, we're reopening some of our unsolved cases, and the Winchester disappearance is one." Dean explained.

"Uh-huh, well, what do you wanna know about John?" The man asked.

"Whatever you remember. You know, whatever sticks out in your mind." Dean suggested.

"Uh-huh. He was a stubborn bastard, I remember that. And, uh, ah, whatever the game, he hated to lose, you know? It was that whole Marine thing. But, uh, ah, he sure loved Mary. And he doted on those kids." The man explained.

"But that was before the fire?" Sam clarified.

"That's right." The man commented.

"He ever talk about that night?" you asked.

"Nah, Not at first. I think he was in shock." The man responded.

"Right, but eventually?" Sam asked. "What did he say about it?"

"Ah, he wasn't thinking straight. He said, uh...He said something caused that fire and killed Mary." The man answered.

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

"Nothing did it, It was an accident." The man stated. "An electrical short in the ceiling or walls or something. I begged him to get some help, but, uh..."

"But what?" you asked.

"Well, he just got worse and worse." The man answered.

"How?" Dean asked.

"Oh, he started reading these strange old books. He started going to see this palm-reader in town." The man replied.

"Palm-reader? Wha-? Uh, do you have a name?" Dean asked.

"No." The man stated.

After you finished talking to him Sam looked up palm-readers in the local phone book, while you and Dean stayed by the car."All right, so there are a few psychics and palm-readers in town. There's, uh-There's someone name El Divino. There's-There's the mysterious Mr. Fortensky." Sam said as he chuckled. "Uh, Missouri Mosley. Some dude named-"

"Wait, wait. Missouri Mosley?" Dean interrupted.

"What?" Sam wondered.

"That's a psychic?" Dean asked.

"Uh, yeah." Sam said looking back down at the phone book. "Yeah, I guess so."

"Dad's journal." Dean said as he got the journal out of the car. "Come here, guys. Look at this. First page, first sentence. Read that."

""I went to Missouri, and I learned the truth."" Sam read out of the journal.

"I always thought he meant the state." Dean explained.


You and the boys went over to Missouri's to talk to her about John, you waited in the waiting room for her to greet you. "All right then. Don't you worry about a thing. Your wife is crazy about you." Missouri said as she walked a man to the front door. "Whew. Poor bastard. His woman is cold bangin' the gardener."

"Why didn't you tell him?" Dean asked as he looked at her.

"People don't come here for the truth. They come for good news. Well, Sam, Dean, and Y/N, come on already. I ain't got all day." She explained as she waved you three into the other room. "Well, let me look at ya. Oh, you boys grew up handsome. And you are quite beautiful yourself Y/N, make sure you boys take good care of this one she'll be with you for a long time." She said looking at each of you. "And you were one goofy-lookin' kid too." She commented as she pointed at Dean. "Sam, oh, honey. I'm sorry about your girlfriend. And your father. He's missin'?"

"How'd you know all that?" Sam asked as he and Dean looked at each other.

"Well...You were just thinking it, just now." Missouri replied.

"Well, where is he? Is he okay?" Dean asked.

"I don't know." She answered.

"Don't know? You-" Dean started to say. "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." She explained as she offered you guys a seat on the couch. Sam sat on the cushion next to the window, while you sat next to him, and Dean next to you. "Boy, you put your foot on my coffee table, I'm gonna whack you with a spoon."

"I didn't do anything." Dean said defensively as he looked around confused.

"Well, you were think about it." Missouri accused while Sam smiled at her and she rolled her eyes.

"Okay, so our dad, when did you first meet him?" Sam asked.

"He came in 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." Missouri explained.

"What about the fire?"" Dean asked. "Do-? 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." Missouri replied.

"And could you?" you asked.

"I don't..." Missouri started to say.

"What was it?" Sam asked.

"I don't know. Oh, but it was evil." Missouri stated. "So...you think something's back in that house?"

"Definitely.

"I-I don't understand." Missouri muttered as she got up and paced around the room.

"What?" Sam asked.

"I haven't been back inside, but I've been keeping an eye on the place, and it's been quiet. No sudden deaths, no freak accidents. Why is it acting up now?" Missouri wondered.

"I don't know. But dad going missing and Jessica dying and now this house, all happening at once, it just feels like something is starting." Sam explained.

"Oh that's a comforting thought." you and Dean mumbled sarcastically in unison.

You and the brothers decided to take Missouri back to the house so she could get a read on it. As you four walked up to the door Sam knocked on the door. "Sam, Dean, Y/N." Jenny said as she opened the door holding Richie a little out of breath. "What are you doing here?"

"Hey, Jenny. Um, this is our friend, Missouri." Sam answered as Missouri stepped forward with a smile on her face.

"If it's not too much trouble, we were hoping to show her the old house. You know, for old times' sake." Dean explained.

"You know, this isn't a good time." Jenny stated was it just you or did she seem a little scared. "I'm kind of busy." She said as she was about to close the door.

"Listen, Jenny, it's important-Ah!" Dean tried to say as Missouri slapped him over the back of his head.

"Give the poor girl a break. Can't you see she's upset?" Missouri pointed out as she nudged Dean out of the away and stepped forward. "Forgive this boy. He means well. He's just not the sharpest tool in the shed. But hear me out."

"About what?" Jenny asked.

"About this house." Missouri answered glancing around the foyer of the house.

"What are you talking about?" Jenny wondered.

"I think you know what I'm talking about. You think there's something in this house." Missouri commented. "Something that wants to hurt your family. Am I mistaken?"

"Who are you?" Jenny wondered.

"We're people who can help. Who can stop this thing. But you're gonna have to trust us just a little." Jenny let you four into the house and Missouri started walking through the rooms one by one seeing if she could sense anything. "If there's a dark energy around here, this room should be the center of it." Missouri explained as she walked into was looked like Sari's bedroom.

"Why?" Sam asked as he looked around the room.

"This used to be your nursery, Sam. This is where it all happened." Missouri replied. You all looked up at the ceiling and you could have sworn you heard eerie whispering as you imagined what John must have gone through seeing Mary pinned to the ceiling like that. Then Dean turned on his Walkman EMF reader to scan the room. "That an EMF?"

"Yeah." Dean answered glancing at Missouri for a second.

"Amateur." Missouri commented as she continued looking around the room. That got a smile out of Sam, and a chuckle from you, and an eye-roll from Dean. Then the EMF started getting some readings "Oh 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 looking at Missouri as she moved her hand around the objects in the room and nodded her head. "How do you know?"

"It isn't the same energy I felt the last time I was here. It's somethin' different." Missouri explained.

"What is it?" you asked watching her open the closet.

"Not it. Them. There's more than one spirit in this place." Missouri replied as she stood in Sari's closet.

"What are they doing here?" Dean asked.

"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." Missouri explained.

"I don't understand." Sam stated.

"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." Missouri clarified.

"You said there was more than one spirit." you commented.

"There is. I just can't quite make out the second one." Missouri explained.

"Well, one thing's for damn sure. Nobody's dying in this house ever again." Dean declared as Missouri walked out of the closet. "So whatever is here, how do we stop it?"

Missouri had you and the boys putting different roots and powders into little sacks that you were probably going to put around the house. You and Dean were sitting at the table at her house filling the sacks while Sam just stood and watched you work. "So, what is all this stuff, anyway?" Dean wondered.

"Angelica Root, Van Can oil, Crossroad dirt. A few other odds and ends." Missouri explained as she pointed a the different items on the table.

"Yeah? What are we supposed to do with it?" Dean wondered.

"We're gonna put them inside the walls in the north, south, east, west corners on each floor of the house." Missouri answered as she sat down next to you.

"We're gonna be punching holes in the dry wall, Jenny's gonna love that." Dean commented.

"At least she'll be alive when this is all over." you retorted as you continued filling and sealing the sacks.

"And this will destroy the spirits?" Sam asked as he looked over at Missouri.

"It should. It should purify the house completely." Missouri replied."We'll each take a floor. But we work fast. Once the spirits realize what we're up to, things are gonna get bad."

Once all of the sacks were made up night had set and the four of you drove back to Jenny's house to get to work. Missouri was escorting Jenny and her children out of the house, while you and the boys finished making the preparations. Sam took the second floor of the house, and Dean took the first floor of the house, while you took the basement. Missouri just checked on each of one every once in a while to make sure nothing happened to you. As you looked around the basement with your flashlight you saw some flooring covering up a hole in the corner, you bent down and tried to toss the last of your sacks into the hole. When suddenly a dresser was pushed against you pinning you to the wall behind you. Missouri came downstairs and helped push the dresser out of the away so you could throw the sack in the hole. Then a wave of energy shot through the house, you hoped that meant you were done.

After you all were finished the four of you gathered in the kitchen. "You sure this is over?" Sam asked as he looked over the trashed kitchen.

"I'm sure. Why?" Missouri asked. "Why do you ask?"

"Oh, never mind." Sam muttered as he sighed. "It's nothing, I guess."

"Hello?" you heard Jenny call out as the foyer lights turned on. "We're home. What happened?" Jenny asked as she looked around the trashed kitchen.

"Hi. Sorry." Sam said. "Um, we'll-We'll pay for all of this."

"Don't you worry. Dean's gonna clean up this mess. Well, what are you waiting for, boy? Get the mop. And don't cuss at me." Missouri stated as Dean gave her a confused look. Once the kitchen was cleaned up the four of you walked out of Jenny's house now that the spirits were gone.


You guys dropped Missouri off at home and went back to the motel you were staying at when Dean got a call from Jenny saying that Richie somehow got burned by an clothes iron that was left out. You three rushed back to the house to check on her, the boys agreed to take Jenny and Richie to the hospital while you stayed at the house with Sari, since Sam's dream was about Jenny they figured you would be okay to stay with Sari. You tried to get Sari to go back to sleep but she was too scared to sleep. "I don't wanna sleep in here." Sari cried.

"Tell you what I'll leave the lights on, and I'll be just outside the door just in case anything happens." you suggested. Sari just nodded her head in agreement as you got up off her bed and turned the lights on and left the room. You closed her bedroom door and sat on the floor nearby waiting for the brothers to call. Suddenly you heard Sari screaming at the top of her lungs. You barged through the door to see the closet doors open and a flaming spirit walked through them. You grabbed Sari off of her bed and ran downstairs. When you reached the landing you saw a second spirit which must have been the poltergeist. "Damn it! I thought we got rid of you guys!" you growled as you put Sari down." Sari! Go upstairs to the hallway window and see if you can get anyone's attention." Sari nodded and ran back upstairs as you held off the poltergeist, after she left the flaming spirit appeared on the steps leading up to the second floor. This has been the most sacred you have been since you joined the brothers in their search to find their dad. You've faces ghosts, demons, a shapeshifter, and even bugs, but you were truly fearing for your life here. Especially since neither Sam nor Dean were going to save you this time around. You were trapped between the two spirits. You kept recalling everything the boys taught you to try and figure a way out of this. Suddenly the poltergeist attacked you causing the chandelier above you to fall you dodged it, but the poltergeist used the chain that was left hanging to choke you. It pulled you into the air and was trying to choke the life out of you or break your neck whichever came first. Then the flaming spirit lifted what looked like a hand into the air, and was about to strike... You tugged on the chain just enough to breath in some air and speak. "Sam! DEAN!" you screamed at the top of your lungs hoping for a miracle.

"Y/N!" You could Sam and Dean call out from upstairs the flaming spirit glanced upstairs for a moment, good they must have seen Sari. Then the flaming spirit shot a ball of fire at the chain holding you which melted it and freed you. You dropped to the landing and took a few deep breaths, and stared at the flaming spirit for a moment something felt familiar about it. Sam and Dean ran down from the second floor and jumped down to the first floor to get a better shot at both spirits. Dean shot the poltergeist causing it to disappear for the moment, but you could feel it still hovering around. "You alright Y/N?" Dean asked as they aimed their guns at the flaming spirit.

"Wait! Don't shoot!" you called out motioning for them to stop as the boys looked at you confused. "I think that's-" you started to say as the flames disappeared from around the spirit revealing Mary Winchester. She looked at the brothers and smiled lovingly.

"Mom?" Dean questioned as he put his gun down.

"Dean." Mary said as her smile grew, the boys both had tears in their eyes. "Sam. I'm sorry."

"For what?" Sam wondered as he looked up at his mom. She didn't answer his question as she turned to look at you.

"Y/N, thank you for watching over my sons. I hope you continue to take care of them, they will need your help for the trials ahead of them." Mary explained as she smiled at you, you could tell what a wonderful and caring person she was even now after her death.

"Uh, huh." you mumbled as you nodded your head still trying to wrap your mind around everything that happened.

"You get out of my house. And leave my sons and their friend alone." Mary commanded as she looked up at the ceiling, turned into flames, and crashed into the ceiling. No doubt to fight and hopefully destroy the poltergeist. You three flinched and covered your eyes a bit at her bright flames. Once Mary disappeared everything was calm and it felt like peace settled.

"Ma-?" Dean wondered as he looked around.

"Now it's over." Sam stated as you all took deep breaths.


The next day you and the boys stopped by Jenny's house to pick up the pictures and say goodbye before hitting the road. Dean was going through the pictures Jenny gave him while you and Sam sat on the front steps and talked to Missouri. "Well, there are no more spirits in there anymore. This time for sure." Missouri confirmed.

"Not even my mom?" Sam asked.

"No." Missouri answered as she shook her head.

"What happened?" you asked.

"Mary's spirit and the poltergeist's energy, they canceled each other out. Mary destroyed herself going after the thing." Missouri explained.

"Why would she do something like that?" Sam asked.

"Well, to protect her boys, of course." Missouri replied. "Sam, I'm sorry."

"For what?" Sam wondered.

"You sensed it was here, didn't you? Even when I couldn't." Missouri stated.

"What's happening to me?" Sam asked Missouri.

"I know I should have all the answers, but...I don't know." Missouri replied as she glanced around.

"Sam, Y/N you guys ready?" Dean called over. Sam got up to go to the Impala and you got up to follow him when Missouri called to you.

"Y/N, wait." Missouri called as she got up and stopped you. "I'm so sorry about what happened your family."

"What?" you wondered what she was talking about.

"I mean to find your parents and your siblings killed and by a demon no less." Missouri explained. Your eyes widen at her statement, you never told anyone about that not even Sam and Dean. Memories flashed through your head...of you returning home...finding your parents and siblings laying on the floor covered in blood...and someone standing over them with yellow eyes...

"Do you have any idea why I was the only one spared?" you asked Missouri.

"No I don't, but if I had to guess it might have something to do with those boys." Missouri commented as she glanced at Sam and Dean.

"Y/N, let's go!" you heard Dean yelling behind you.

"Coming!" you called back. "Thanks for everything Missouri." you said as you gave her a hug.

"Any time, sweetheart." Missouri said as she watched you walk back to the car. "Don't you three be strangers."

"We won't." Dean said as you three got in the Impala.

"See you around." Missouri said as she watched Dean drive down the road. Little did you three know that John Winchester was a lot closer to you guys than you thought...