Supernatural series (including a little sister)

by immieimke

Hi everyone! Here is (hopefully one day) the whole supernatural series, rewritten to how I'd like to see it. Right now, I'm not yet making a lot of changes (apart from an added female character of course), but later I probably will! I'll see how it goes. I'm still working through season one now, but I am having a lot of fun! Hopefully, you'll have fun too! I don't own supernatural!

9. Season 1, Episode 9, Home

Home

The nights are still rough. It's gotten a bit better, my nightmares are not as scary as they were. It's not over, though. Once again, I startle myself awake and shoot upwards. Panting, I slap my legs and torso. Bugs. Everywhere. Crawling around me, over me, inside of me… The feeling of desperation is intense, still coursing through my veins. I jolt, when I hear another big gasp coming from next to me. Sam shoots upwards in his bed, eyes wide and mouth open. Seeing him, instantly calms me down. There are no bugs, it was a nightmare. Another one.

"You back at it again as well?" I whisper in his direction, wiping my hands across my sweaty face. Sam glances over at me, still looking disoriented. "Huh…" He huffs, shaking his head. "Don't know what the hell that was about." He adds in a soft whisper, a little while later. Dean's still sound asleep on the couch, a few feet away from us. Clearly, we both do not wish to wake him. "Not about… you know?" I question, turning to him slightly. He shakes his head, clearly quite confused. "What did you dream about?" He then asks. "Bugs." I mutter, glancing down. He gives me a knowing look. "Well, you and I both know what's going on with you then, huh." He mutters. I slowly nod. "Yeah. It looks like my brain processes every new threat I come across in a nightmare." I conclude. Sam nods shortly, glancing back at me in slight concern. "They're getting less bad, though." I quickly stammer. "Yeah, there is less screaming." He jokes, half a grin appearing on his face. I chuckle drily. "I just hope it stops soon, you know. I'd hate to have new nightmares every time we do another hunt." I murmur, lying back down and resting my head against my pillow. "You could sit the next one out." Sam advises, amusement hidden in his tone. "Like hell I will." I retort sarcastically, making him chuckle. "That's what I thought." He whispers, more to himself then to me. He lets himself sink back into the cushions as well. A comfortable silence rises between the both of us and we slowly drift back to sleep.

"Your aim is getting better!" Sam compliments me, opening the door to the motel room and walking inside. "I hit the tree once…" I react in defeat, following him inside. "And, how did she do?" Dean questions from his position at the table. He has Sam's laptop in front of him and an article is displayed on the screen. "She's getting better. Quite fast, if I do say so myself." Sam answers him, his tone proud. "Not fast enough." I retort, shrugging off my jacket and grabbing the gun from under my belt. I put it back on the table next to Dean, returning it to him. "You have too much ambition, pup. How many sixteen year old's even know how to shoot a gun? Hell, have touched one?" He points out. "That has nothing to do with this. In our family that's different. You had a gun when you were eight." I inform him miserably. "Not eight…" Dean mutters, although my point seems to have come across. "You'll get better, honey. You've only been shooting for a few weeks now, remember that." Sam puts a comforting hand on my shoulder, before walking on. He takes place on the bed, grabbing a block of paper and a pen from his nightstand. "Will you take me out tonight?" I ask Dean, sitting down across from him. Dean raises his eyebrows at me. "Twice in one day?" He asks me incredulously. "Pup, we have other things to do then just teaching you how to shoot. Which dad will have my head for, if he ever finds out." He points out, his eyes darkening. I scoff. "I'll make sure he never finds out, okay? When we find him, I'll not mention a word of it. Of everything." I promise him. He gives me a grateful wink, focusing back on his laptop. I stand up and retrieve my study books. I've been putting more time in it, now that the exams are getting closer.

It's silent for a while, everyone doing their own thing. Dean's the one that breaks it. "All right, I've been cruising some websites. Think I found a few candidates for our next gig." He announces, taking a sip from his coffee. I glance up at him. Sam doesn't react, he just keeps staring at the paper in his hand. "Ah, a fishing trawler found off the coast of Cali. It's crew vanished." Dean glances sideways at Sam. "And, uh, we got some cattle mutilations in West Texas…" Dean starts to notice that Sam's not paying any attention. "Hey." He calls out, his voice rising a bit. Sam glances up at him. "Am I boring you with this hunting evil stuff?" He adds sarcastically. "You're sure as hell not boring me." I mutter under my breath, closing my economics book. Dean rolls his eyes at that. "No, I'm listening. Keep going." Sam mutters absentmindedly, focusing his eyes back on the paper. He's drawing something. Dean lets out a sigh, glancing back at the screen. As he continues, I slowly stand up. "And, here, a Sacramento man shot himself in the head. Three times." He waves his hand towards Sam's face. When Sam doesn't look or react, Dean waves again. "Any of these things blowing up your skirt, pal?" He questions, frowning. Sam shuffles through the pages of the notebook he has in his hand, his attention clearly on something else. "What are you doing?" I question in curiosity, sitting down on the bed and leaning over to look at what Sam's been doing. He's drawn a tree. Some kind of dark, black tree, with just branches. No leaves. He's drawn it twice. Sam ignores me, something is dawning on his face. "Wait, I've seen this." He mutters, flipping from the first page to the second. I frown, glancing at his face. Has he gone crazy?

"Seen what?" Dean asks him. Sam gets up, moves past me and towards his bag, that's on a chair on the other side of the room. He starts ruffling through his stuff, the drawing still in the other hand. Dean glances at me in complete confusion. I silently put my finger on the side of my head, motioning that my brother has definitely gone crazy. Dean chuckles. "What are you doin?" He asks Sam, taking another sip of his coffee. Sam has pulled dad's journal from his bag and displays it on the bed, starting to shuffle through it. He eventually finds what he's looking for. His face falls as he compares what looks like a photo, to his drawing. He slowly rises, turning back to Dean. "Dean… I think I know where we need to go next." He mutters slowly. "Where?" I ask him, moving towards him to try and see what photo he pulled out of the journal. "Back home." Sam repeats, his face dead serious. My mouth falls open when I hear him mutter those words. "Back to Kansas." Sam glances at Dean. Dean stares back at him, his face also falling. He huffs. "Okay, random. Where did that come from?" He asks, a little skeptical. "Why the hell would we go back there?" I ask in confusion, an eerie feeling settling in my stomach. I raise my hand, to try and grab the picture from Sam's hand. He instantly moves away and towards Dean. "All right, uh. This photo was taken in front of our old house, right? The house where mom died?" He explains, showing him the picture. "What picture?" I stand up and march towards my brothers, demanding to know what the hell is going on. I stop, when I see the picture Dean now has in his hand. It's one of the only pictures we have from our family. We're all huddled together. Mom is holding me in her arms, her face very close to mine. She's smiling into the camera. Dad's right next to her, Sam on his lap. A goofy smile on his innocent face. Dean's on dad's shoulder, wearing a proud grin. So young and still so innocent. Behind us, is the tree Sam drew on his notebook. It at least looks a lot like it. I have not seen that photo often, which is the reason why my eyes start to water when I see it. The house where we lived in, is in the background. A simpler life, back then. Before tragedy struck and took my mother from me, right there in that house. I was about three months old or something, when this photo was taken. Or that's what I've been told. I do not remember one thing about it, I was too young. Which is also the reason why I don't remember my mother. I only know her face from pictures, like this one.

"Yeah, this photo is from our old house." Dean continues the conversation like nothing is happening. Like the atmosphere did not just change from relaxed and carefree, to terribly sad. "And it didn't burn down, right? I mean, not completely. They rebuilt it, right?" Sam continues, hastily throwing Dean a look. "Yeah, I guess so, yeah. What the hell are you talking about?" Sam inhales sharply. "Okay. This is going to sound crazy, but the people who live in our old house… I think they might be in danger." Sam sits down, intently staring at Dean. I let out a small breath, kneeling down next to Dean. "Why would you think that?" I ask him, trying to regain control over my voice. Sam glances at me swiftly. "Uh… I just, uh…" He's hesitating to answer my question. "Look, just…- Just trust me on this, okay?" He then says, hurrying back to his bag. Dean raises his eyebrows. "Okay. Woah, woah, woah…" He starts warily, standing up from his chair and following Sam. "Trust you?" He raises his arms in the air. "Yeah." Sam nods, starting to pack his bag. "C'me on, man. That's weak. You got to give me a little more than that." He challenges Sam. Sam turns to him. "I can't really explain it. That's all." He answers Dean. He looks uncomfortable. That's when I suddenly remember our moment, last night. Both of us shooting upwards at the same time, both having suffered a nightmare. "Well, tough! I'm not going anywhere until you do." Dean raises his voice, worry entering his features. "You had a nightmare." I mutter, slowly standing back up. Both my brothers turn to me. Sam glances at the floor. "You had a nightmare last night, just like I did. Did you dream about this?" I ask him directly, taking a few steps towards him. Sam inhales sharply, before looking up at me. He slowly nods. "What?" Dean seems even more confused. "Sam and I woke up last night. Around the same time. I had a nightmare, so did he." I quickly explain to Dean. Dean looks back at Sam, eyebrows still raised. "She right? You starting that crap back up as well?" He almost looks angry. Sam nods slowly. "Sometimes I have these nightmares." He starts slowly, glancing at me. "We both have." He glances back at Dean. "And sometimes… they come true." Sam confesses, throwing big eyes at Dean. A little helplessness in them. Dean frowns, before letting out a soft huff. "Come again?" He asks, stunned. "Look, Dean… I dreamt about Jessica's death. For days, before it happened." He confesses, his tone vulnerable. My eyes widen when I hear his confession. That is something I did not know. Dean shakes his head shortly, but his tone has changed. "Sam, people have weird dreams, man. I mean, your little sister keeps having nightmares of everything that already happened. I think it's just a coincidence." He mutters, sitting down on the bed and warily glancing at Sam. "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." His voice is starting to become panicked. "Of course you didn't. Who would?" I mutter, trying to support him. He glances at me swiftly, before continuing. "And now, I'm dreaming of that tree…" He glances down at the picture of our broken family, still in his hand. "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?" Once again he stares at Dean with wide eyes, as if to ask his big brother for help. I shake my head slowly. He's been bottling this up for weeks. Hell, months. Dean still looks stunned, glancing at Sam and then back at the photo. "I don't know." He admits, glancing back down. Probably feeling just as overwhelmed as I am. Sam starts to become desperate. "What do you mean you don't know, Dean?" He asks, dashing towards the other bed and sitting down right in front of his brother. "This woman might be in danger. I mean, this might even be the thing that killed mom and Jessica!" Dean rises from his seat. "All right, just slow down, would ya?" He raises his voice, approaching me slowly. Sam stares after him with those big, helpless eyes. "I mean, first you tell me that you've got the Shining? And then you tell me that I've got to go back home? Especially when…" His voice turns into a whisper and he stops. "When what?" Sam asks him. "When I swore to myself that I would never go back there." Dean finishes, glancing down. The tension has never been higher and I am feeling extremely uncomfortable. I have no desire to go back there, just like Dean. My mother died in that house, in that place. Right above my crib. My crib. I have never known her, I didn't get to have a mother after that. And it didn't just rob me off her, but also of dad. Of the dad he could have been, had trauma not struck. I batt my eyelashes furiously, trying to hold in the tears. "I don't…" I hesitate, inhaling sharply. "I don't think that his dreams mean nothing, Dean…" I slowly start, glancing at my brother. He tenses up instantly. "If there's a woman out there, who needs our help…" I don't finish my sentence, but just wrap my arms around myself. "Look…" Sam slowly rises, his gaze focused on his brother. "Dean, we have to check this out. Just to make sure." Dean is standing with his back to us, his head sideways. "I think we should, too." I whisper, for what it is worth. Dean glances sideways at both of us with troubled eyes, before giving a barely visible nod. "I know we do."

We pack our bags in silence. It's a long way, back to Kansas. I'm sure it's almost a whole day's drive, although with Dean behind the wheel, it might be shorter. I try to keep the sadness bottled up inside. This situation is less than ideal and everyone is feeling the heaviness off it.

We stuff the trunk and head out, without another word said. Dean puts music on for good measure, but it's clear his head is somewhere else. He doesn't hum, smack his hands on the steering wheel with the rhythm, or tries to sing along. He just stares ahead as he drives. Sam's busy in his own head, just staring out the window. None of us feel comfortable, that's for sure.

When it gets dark, Dean stops at a gas station. Sam goes to get us some food, Dean fills up the car. I stay inside. The only thing I've been thinking about this whole time, is what'll happen when I finally do see our old house. I mean, I know where it is. I've seen it before, once, when I was still very young. I don't remember living there, but somehow it still feels like my house. The house where my mom died. She's been shooting through my brain since I saw that photo, back at the motel. I miss her. The thought of her. The idea of having a mother. Its weighing heavily on me.

"Pup, where's your head at?" Dean snaps me out of my thoughts, when he sits back down in the front seat. He throws me a worried glance. I let out a deep sigh. "I don't really know. I guess I'm just nervous, going back there." I confess to him. I keep my other feelings to myself. There's already enough tension between us, the death of our mom and her memory will only make things worse. "You and me both." Dean mutters softly, leaning his head against his chair. We both jolt when the passenger door opens and Sam sits back down. "Here, it was the only decent thing they had." He shoves a sandwich, wrapped up in plastic, towards Dean. "Thanks." He grumbles, taking it. He hands me a smoothie and sandwich as well. I unwrap and dig in instantly, only then realizing how hungry I actually am.

We decide to just drive through the night. Dean drives the first half, then switches with Sam so we can all have some sleep. I sleep perfectly fine in this car, I don't mind. "You should teach me how to drive…" I mutter sleepily, yawning as I watch Dean take place in the passenger seat. He chuckles darkly. "So I need to teach you how to hunt, how to shoot and how to drive? A bit demanding, don't you think?" He jokes. I snicker, but don't react. I know he'll teach me how to drive, he'd love to.

It's about ten a.m. when we drive into Lawrence, the little town where our old house stands. Dean and Sam are both looking around, probably remembering. I just miserably stare at my phone. I don't remember anything.

When I feel the car slow down, I glance up. Across from the street, I see the house from the photo. It looks different now, but the tree is still there. An eerie feeling spreads through me. Dean's jaws are clenched as he looks at it. "You gonna be alright, man?" Sam asks him slowly, his attention on his brother. Dean lets out a soft sigh. "Let me get back to you on that." He answers drily, taking another glance at the house. "You?" I ask Sam in a small voice. He looks back at me, nodding slowly. "Come on." He gives me a reassuring smile, opening the car door and stepping outside. I follow his lead with a pit in my stomach.

We approach the house and Dean knocks on the door. We stay deathly silent, hearing footsteps. A woman opens up the door, glancing at us in confusion. "Yes?" She questions. "Sorry to bother you, ma'am, but uh…" Dean starts. My gaze is fixed on Sam though. His whole posture changed as soon as he saw the woman. Dean continues, going for the usual. A lie. "We're with the federal…" He does not get far. Sam completely speaks over him. "I'm Sam Winchester a-and this is my brother Dean and little sister Skye. Uh…" He inhales deeply, hesitating for a second. Dean stares at him, taken aback by the sudden change of plan. "We used to live here. You know, we were just driving by and we were wondering if we could come see the old place." Sam then finishes, glancing at the lady hopefully. "Winchester…" She repeats thoughtfully. "Yeah, that's so funny. You know, I… I think I found some of your photo's the other night." She mutters. That peaks my interests. "You did?" I ask her, slightly leaning forward. She glances at me. She hesitates for a second, before slowly stepping back and opening up the door. "Ah, come on in." She smiles invitingly at me. Sam and Dean both exchange quick glances, before Sam takes the lead and steps across the threshold. Dean follows him in, putting a hand on my shoulder and pulling me with him. As I enter the house, a weird feeling creeps over me. I glance at the walls. They look the same, except for the painting that now hangs there. Dean squeezed my shoulder in comfort. I'm not sure if he's trying to comfort me, or himself.

The lady leads us into the open kitchen and living room area. A little girl is sitting at the table, drawing in her coloring book. She doesn't look up when we enter. A little boy is jumping up and down a little further away, in his playpen. He's calling out for juice. "That's Ritchie. He's kind of a juice junky." The woman chuckles, walking towards the fridge and opening it. She grabs the juice. "But, hey…" She starts, a huge smile on her face, approaching her son. "At least he won't get scurvy." She hands him the juice, lovingly caressing his cheek. She then turns around and walks towards her daughter. "Sari, this is Sam, Dean and Skye." She explains, standing behind the girl and leaning close to her. "They used to live here." The girl looks up at us curiously, politely smiling. "Hi." Dean gives her an awkward half wave. "Hey, Sari." Sam smiles back at her. Her eyes turn to me next and I give her the biggest smile I can muster. "What is your name, if I may ask?" I then ask the woman. She chuckles to herself. "Oh, I completely forgot to introduce myself. I'm sorry. My name is Jenny." She gives me a friendly nod. "So, Jenny, you just moved in?" Dean continues that conversation, focusing back on her. "Yeah, from Wichita." She answers, lovingly rubbing the girls arm. "You got family here, or..?" Jenny's smile falters a little. It's barely visible, but it's there. "No, I just, uh…" She glances at us, hesitantly looking down. "Uh, needed a fresh start, that's all." I nod to myself, already understanding what she means. "So, new town, new job, I mean as soon as I find one. New house." She smiles again, mustering up more enthusiasm. She turns around, walking back to the fridge. "Do you, uh, like it so far?" I dare to ask, stuffing my hands in my pocket. She turns back around, glancing at me. "Well, uh… All due respect to your childhood home, I mean I am sure you had loads of happy memories here…" At that statement all three of us react differently. Sam tenses up, Dean awkwardly smiles and I resist the urge to scoff. "But this place has its issues." She finishes. "What do you mean?" Sam asks her in confusion. Jenny seems hesitant once again, putting her hands on her waist. "Well, it's just getting old. Like the wiring, you know. We've got flickering lights almost hourly." She then concludes. That gets my attention. "Ah, that's too bad." I mutter slowly, eying Dean knowingly. He doesn't react, he's instantly looking for more information. "What else?" He asks her gently. "Uh, sink's backed up. There's rats in the basement…" She stops when she sees our glances. "I'm sorry." She mutters apologetically, glancing down. "I don't mean to complain." Dean shakes his head, forcing a smile back om his face. "Nahh, No. Have you seen the rats, or have you just heard scratching." He continues. "It was just the scratching, actually…" She admits. Another signal. This time Dean does catch my knowing glance. "Mom…" Sari starts and her mother leans closer to her. She mutters something quietly, but I am able to catch it. Goosebumps appear on my skin. "What, Sari?" Sam asks, leaning closer to her. "The thing in my closet." She answers him honestly. "Oh, no. Baby, no. There was nothing in that closet." Jenny lovingly whispers to her. "Right?" She turns around, eying us wearily. "Right. No, no…" I mutter instantly, absolutely not wanting to scare the child. Sam repeats that, as Dean furiously shakes his head. Jenny smiles and looks back at her daughter. "She had a nightmare the other night." She explains, rubbing her arm. The girl seems to disagree. "I wasn't dreaming. It came into my bedroom. And it was on fire…" Those words make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up instantly. Dean reaches a hand out to me and grips my shoulder tightly. I must look pale, I literally felt the blood leave my face.

"You know, thank you for your time. And for showing us the house! Meant a lot." Sam starts with wide eyes, cuing in that it's our time to go. "Ah, yeah. No problem, really." Jenny stands up and leads us back to the door. We say goodbye to her, before rushing out. "You hear that? A figure on fire." Sam starts in a rush. "That woman was the woman in your nightmare, right? I saw the way you looked at her when she opened the door." I point out to him, trying to keep up. "Yeah." Sam nods at me, confirming my suspicions. "You hear what she was talking about?" He continues, his voice slightly raised. "Scratching, flickering lights…" I nod, that had caught everyone's attention. "Both signs of a malevolent spirit." Sam concludes, eying Dean in frustration. "Yeah, well, I'm just freaked out that your weirdo visions are coming true." Dean shakes his head, crossing the street and still looking quite overwhelmed. "Well, forget about that for a minute. The thing in the house, do you think it's the thing that killed mom and Jessica?" Sam's voice rises even higher. At that statement I completely freeze, stopping dead in my tracks in the middle of the road. "I don't know!" Dean's voice is also rising in volume and tempo. "Well, I mean, has it come back or has it been there the whole time?" Sam questions, throwing his hands in the air. "Or maybe it's something else entirely, Sam. We don't know yet." Dean snaps, he's getting angry. "Well, those people are in danger, Dean! We have to get them out of that house." Sam, noticing his brother's anger, lowers his tone a little. "And we will." Dean takes a step towards the impala. "No, I mean now!" Sam argues. Dean turns back to him immediately. "And how are you gonna do that, huh? You got a story that she's gonna believe?" He throws in his brother's face. "Then what are we supposed to do?" Once again, Sam's tone is filled with desperation. Both of them have been into their own discussion so much, that neither of them have noticed me. I haven't really been listening to them as well. The only thing I can think about, is what Sam just said. What if the thing that killed my mother, is in that house right now? Terrorizing a new family. Maybe planning on putting Jenny on the ceiling, above Ritchie's crib. I slowly take a glance back at the house. I don't see anything, but there's something there. What if it's the same thing? Then we need to kill it. Right here and now.

I jolt, when a hand touches my shoulder. When I glance left, Sam's approached me. "Hey… You alright?" He asks me in concern, his frustration died down at least a little. "Don't tell me the thing that killed mom is in there." I mutter to him, slowly letting him lead me to the sidewalk. "We don't know that yet!" Dean cries out, standing next to the car. "Don't tell me…" I start again, but am unable to finish my sentence. "See? This is what happens, Sam. We need to stop, now. We don't know anything." In two short strides, Dean is with us. "Both of you, get in the car." He orders, his tone strict. "Dean…" Sam starts, but gets shut down instantly. "No. Get in the car." He repeats. I slowly turn around and approach the car, taking my place. I feel miserable. I don't know what's happening to me, but I feel a lot of things that I cannot place. I already was, but now a fierce anger is settling into the pit of my stomach. Do not tell me the thing that killed my mother is in that house. I will burn everything to the ground.

Dean starts the car, his jaws clenched. He starts driving and soon pulls up at a gas station. Sam steps out as soon as he can, leaning his arms on top of the car, letting out a sigh of defeat. I also get out, leaning against the car right next to him, watching Dean put more gas in. He lets out a deep sigh. "We just gotta chill out, that's all." He finally mutters, his gaze primarily fixed on Sam. "You know, if this was any other kind of job, what would we do?" He asks. Sam shakes his head shortly, before elbowing me in the side softly. "What would we do?" He asks me. I glance up at him. "We don't know what we're dealing with… So that would be the first step, right? Figure out what's in that house." I hesitantly answer. "Yes, we'd dig into the history of the house…" Sam follows up. I interrupt him. "We don't have to do that. We know exactly what happened there." I protest, slightly angry. "Yeah, but how much do we know?" Sam raises his eyebrows at me. "I mean…" He turns back to Dean. "How much do you actually remember?" He moves towards his brother, his glance almost apologetic that he had to ask that question. Dean glances at him swiftly. "About that night, you mean?" I move closer to both of them, leaning my head against Sam's shoulder. "Yeah." He answers softly. Dean looks down, before slowly shaking his hand. "Not that much…" He starts. "I remember fire. The heat… Dad screaming at me to get Skye, who I carried out of the front door." He mutters. I slowly look up at him. "You did?" I ask in a whisper. "Yeah, well… You never knew that?" He questions, his face stoic. "No…" I murmur, my gaze lingering on his face. "I had you by the hand…" He adds, pointing at Sam. "And you in my arms…" He points at me. Sam and I keep looking at him. He knows the most out of all of us. It's weird that this is the first time we actually speak about that night with each other. I didn't even know it was him who carried me to safety. I had never even thought of how I'd gotten out of the house as a baby.

"And, well, you guys know dad's story as well as I do. Mom…" He hesitates, clearly finding some difficulty in continuing. "Was on the ceiling. Whatever put her there, was long gone by the time dad found her." He then finishes. The look in his eyes says something different though. I'm not ruling out that he actually remembers seeing mom on the ceiling, unlike me and Sam.

"And he never had a theory, about what did it?" Sam questions. "If he did, he kept it to himself." Dean puts the gas tank back and sits down next to Sam and me on the hood of the car. "I've asked him. Many times." I mutter, remembering exactly how dad would always react whenever I did. In anger and frustration. So much so, that I eventually stopped asking. "God knows how many times we've asked him." Dean adds with a sad nod. "Okay…" Sam mutters after a little silence. "So, if we're gonna figure out what's goin' on now…" He hesitates, before glancing at Dean. "We have to figure out what happened back then, and see if it's the same thing." He concludes, putting an arm around me in the process. "Yeah." Dean shortly answers. "Talk to dad's friends, neighbors, people who were there at the time." I shake my head slowly. "This doesn't feel like 'any other job' at all. Does it?" I glance up at Sam, who's jaws are clenched. Dean blinks furiously, before abruptly changing the subject. "Imma be right back. Gotta go to the bathroom." He announces, before stalking away from us. I watch him leave with a sigh.

"This is gonna be one hell of a trip down memory lane." Sam mutters to me. "It's not one I want to take." I slowly admit to him. "I didn't even know it was Dean who carried me out." I add miserably. Sam's arm tightens around me. "Same, I also did not know that detail. He had me by the hand." He answers, sounding just as miserable. "I hate this, Sam. I hate the feeling this all gives me." I confess slowly, once again wrapping my arms around myself. "You're not the only one, Skye." Sam just mutters. "Dad should be here. I wish he was here." I lean my head against Sam's shoulder, closing my eyes for a second. "This would be easier if he was here." I add after a short silence. Sam doesn't react. He just plants a soothing kiss on top of my forehead.

In silence we wait for Dean to get back. It doesn't take long before he does. He has something in his eyes, but I wisely stay silent. "Come on, let's move. I know where we can start." He barks at us, getting back into the car. "Where?" Sam asks in curiosity, letting me go. "Dad used to own a car working shop or something, way back in the days, remember?" Dean asks. "Ooh, that's a really long time ago. Didn't he uh, wait. He didn't own that alone, right?" Something in the back of my mind is triggered. Dad always knew a lot about cars, but I can remember him telling me this. "How the hell do you remember that?" Dean questions, flabbergasted. "He told me." I point out to him angrily. "Ahh…" He starts up the car and we drive off. Sam has grabbed his laptop and is already looking it up. "You don't remember the name?" I ask him, almost sarcastically. They are the ones who should remember. "Do you realize how long ago this was?" He retorts, the same tone of sarcasm in his voice. "It was Guenther's auto repair!" He eventually calls out, the name somehow triggering something in his memory. Dean hits the steering wheel. "Yes! Yes, it was! Let's hope the old owner, his partner, is still there!"

We speed off, Sam directing us to where we need to go. The garage is not far from our old house and we have found it in no time. "Okay, this time do not tell him who we are." Dean stares at Sam, turning off the engine. Sam raises his eyebrows. "People might tell us more if they know." He protests slowly. "Or they won't. They'll turn stories around when they realized it was us who all that tragedy happened to." Dean fairly points out. "I'm with him." I drily state, nodding my head at Dean. "I also do not want everyone in this town to know who I am, okay? I've had enough pity thrown my way." Sam's mouth falls open at my rant, but I exit the car and don't give him time to react to it. Dean is able to muster a slight smirk, before following my example. We enter the garage and soon a man spots us and comes our way with a questioning look. "Hello, sir! We're investigation reporters. Is it okay if we ask you some questions?" Dean blankly lies. "Huh?" The man seems thoroughly confused at that. "John Winchester." Sam mutters to him, to clear it up. "Oh…" The man instantly recognizes that name. "That's an old one…" He is still confused. "We know, we just wanted to ask some questions about what you can still remember." Dean clarifies. "Sure, yeah. You can walk with me, cause I do have stuff to do." He turns around, motioning for us to follow. As we do, I give Sam an angry slap on his arm. He had to throw dad's name into it, right after I asked him not too.

"So, you and John Winchester, you used to own this garage together?" Dean asks as he follows the man. "Yeah, we used to. Long time ago." The man huffs, walking us into the garage area where multiple cars are stacked up. A black one is standing close, the hood propped open. The man puts whatever he was holding down on the motor, before rubbing his hands together. "Matter of fact, it must be, uh… twenty years since John disappeared." He states, turning back around to us. He does look old enough to have worked with dad, that's for sure. "So, why the cops interested all of a sudden?" He questions. "Oh, they're reopening some of the unsolved cases and the Winchester disappearance is one of them." Dean explains quickly. "Oh, aha. What do you wanna know about John?" He asks drily. "Whatever you can remember, whatever sticks out in your mind." Dean replies, giving the man a friendly smile. "Aha…" The man puts his hands on his waist. After a short silence, he starts talking. "He was a, uh, stubborn bastard, I remember that." He says, a chuckle in his tone. "And ah, oh whatever the game, he hated to lose, you know? It's that whole Marine thing." We all nod at him. "But, uh… Oh, he sure loved Mary. And he doted on those kids." The man glances down as he remembers. The fact that he knew my mother… my parents, it makes me feel closer to him, strangely enough. "But, that was before the fire." Sam states, glancing at the man. The man sadly looks up at him. "That's right." He softly mutters. "He ever talk about that night?" Sam's diving right in. The man shortly shakes his head. "Nahh, not at first. I think he was in shock." Sam nods. "Right. But, eventually? What did he say about it?" He pushes on. "Oh, nahh, he wasn't thinking straight. He said something caused that fire and killed Mary." The man answers, although he looks uncomfortable just saying it. "He ever say what did it?" Dean asks. The man raises his eyebrows. "Nothin did it. It was an accident. An electrical short in the ceiling or walls or something." We all exchange knowing glances. So dad did think something did it. He must have had a reason for it. "I begged him to get some help, but…" The man sighs. "But, what?" Dean asks, his jaws clenched. "Ahh, he just got worse and worse." The man is clearly remembering what it was like, it's making him sad. I can see it in his features. "How did he get worse?" I dare to ask, thankful when I notice that my voice is under control. The man looks at me. "Ahh, he started reading these strange, old books. He started goin to see this palm reader in town." He looks down, shaking his head in disbelief. "Palm reader?" I question him. Looks like we got our next clue. "Uh, do you have a name?" Dean asks him, ready to pull out his notebook. The man looks at him skeptically. "Uh, no." He answers, like it would have been crazy if he had. Dean nods shortly, bowing his head. "Is there anything else you remember?" Sam asks the man, noticing that the conversation is most likely over. "Nahh, like I said. It's a damn long time ago." The man finishes, turning back around and grabbing a wrench from his bag of tools to the right. "Well, thank you for your time." Dean awkwardly mumbles to the man's back. "No problem, see yourselves out." He still sounds friendly, but it's clear he's done talking. We walk away from him and back outside.

"We need to get to that palm reader." Sam suggests as soon as we're out. "How? Knock on every door and ask for a psychic?" I sarcastically ask him. "No, dummy. Phone book." Sam answers, jogging back to the car. "He always has all the damn answers, doesn't he?" I mutter in irritation. Dean chuckles, ruffling my hair. "Well, he is the brainiac." He retorts, following Sam back to the car.

We find a local store one street further and Sam manages to get a hold of a phone book. Dean drives us towards the nearest payphone.

"All right, so there are a few psychics and palm readers in town. There's uh, there's someone named El Divino. There's uh…" He laughs as he reads on. "There's the mysterious mister Fortinsky." He pulls a face at us, making me chuckle. "There's uh, Missouri Moseley…-" He reads on, but Dean interrupts him. "Wait, wait. Missouri Moseley?" He questions. "What?" I ask him in confusion. "That a psychic?" He repeats his question, focused on Sam. Sam looks back into the phone book. "Uh, yeah. Yeah, I guess so." He answers. Dean moves off the hood of the car and walks towards the passenger door. "In dad's journal…" He starts, opening the door and reaching for Sam's bag, the journal's on top of it. I had been flipping through it before and had not put it back. Being here had wanted me to be closer to dad and the only thing close enough that's here, is that journal. Dean flips the journal open, approaching me. "I mean, look at this." He starts. "First page, first sentence. Read that." He hands the journal over to me. "I went to Missouri… and I learned the truth." I read the first sentence out loud. "It's her. It's Missouri." I then conclude, glancing back up at Dean. "I always thought he meant the state." Sam mutters drily, getting a nod from Dean. They both had. Sam smiles slowly. "Let's go." He glances in the phone book for the address, before we move back into the car. The house of this Missouri Moseley is a little further into town, but not more than ten minutes.

It's a normal looking house, but on the front door there's a note displayed, telling us we're in the right place and to 'come in'. When I push against the door in confusion, it opens and we enter a dark looking hallway, with a few chairs next to the stairs. "Waiting area?" I suggest slowly, a slight grin on my face. "I guess." Dean mutters, walking past me and dropping down in one of the leather chairs. Sam and I follow his lead, also sitting down. We have no idea how this works, if we should have called or if she already knows we're here. Psychics are strange people. Some of them frauds, some of them real, but all with different powers.

Dean reaches for one of the papers and flips through it, already bored. "You think this woman is a real psychic?" I ask Sam, making sure my voice is low in volume. He shrugs at me. "Dad sure thought so." He answers me shortly. Dean smacks the paper back on the table, clearly agitated. I'm about to say something, when the door to a right opens and a man exits. "All right then. Don't you worry about a thing." A sweet, ladies voice accompanies him. A short, black woman with black hair walks after him, her smile lighting up the room. She lets out a slight laugh. "Your wife is crazy about you, heh." She adds, following the man to the front door. I watch in curiosity. "Ah, thanks." The man mumbles, a broad smile on his face. "Ah there ya go, bye bye now." The woman lets the man out, then closes the door and leans against it. "Wooh, poor bastard." She mutters to herself, with a shake of her head. "His woman is cold banging the gardener." She glances at me and gives me a sweet wink. She starts walking back through the hall. Sam huffs. "Why didn't you tell him?" Dean calls after her. She turns back around. "People don't come here for the truth, they come for good news." She explains, pointing at the door the man just left through. I lean my head to the side slightly, thinking about what she just said. A short silence erupts, before she breaks it. "Well…" She starts, looking at us knowingly. "Sam and Dean, come on already. I ain't got all day. And take that cute little sister of yours with ya." She blankly turns back around, walking into the room. Dumbstruck, Sam glances at Dean. She knows our names, she knows who we are. That's a good start.

We awkwardly get up and follow her in. Her room isn't like any other psychic room, like you would expect. No shiny things everywhere, or tarot cards on the table. Just a normal looking living room, plants here and there.

"Well, let me look at ya." The woman starts in a happy tone, putting her hands in her waist and glancing at all of us. "Ha! Woooh, you boys grew up handsome. Ha! Oh and look at you, even more beautiful than I expected you to become." She leans closer to me, again giving me a sweet wink. I glance down, blushing at her compliment. "Ha! And you were one goofy looking kid, too." She then laughs, pointing at Dean. Her happy spirit lifts mine up as well and I chuckle at Dean's surprised reaction. Then she focusses on Sam, reaching for his hand. "Sam." She starts, folding his hand in both of hers. "Oh, honey…" Her expression saddens as she looks at him. Sam glances at her, completely clueless in what's happening. The woman lets out a deep sigh. "I'm sorry about your girlfriend." She then mutters softly. My eyes widen, so do Sam's. "And your father…" She continues, which now also gets Dean's attention. "He's missin?" She questions. A tense silence falls. "How did you know all that?" Sam eventually asks her, when he's gotten over his surprise. "Well, you were just thinkin it, just now." She explains. Sam raises his eyebrows, once again thunderstruck. "Where is he? Is he okay?" Dean asks her, his tone filled with concern. The woman glances at him with a tiny shake of her head. "I don't know." She answers him honestly. "Don't know? Uh, you're supposed to be a psychic, right?" He challenges her, clearly disappointed in that answer. The woman raises her eyebrows at him, slightly offended. "Boy, you see me sawin' some bony trap in half? You think I'm a magician?" Dean awkwardly leans back. "I may be able to read thoughts and sense energies in a room, but I can't just pull facts out of thin air!" She continues her scolding. I see Sam smirking and have to hide my own smile. "Sit, please." The woman then cries out, pointing towards the couch in front of the coffee table. She herself, sits down in a cozy chair on the other side. Sam walks past Dean with a grin still on his face. He takes place on the right side. I sit down next to him and Dean takes place on my other side, leaning back. "Boy, you put your foot on my coffee table, Imma whack you with a spoon." The woman suddenly bursts out, pointing a warning finger at Dean. I jolt, before trying to hide my laugh. I adore this lady. She's awesome. "I didn't do anything…" Dean weakly protests, his eyes widening. "But you were thinkin about it." The woman tells him, her voice still raised. "Wha…" Dean falls silent, flabbergasted. Sam's wearing the biggest smile on his face since a long time and I love to see it. The woman moves slightly in her chair, before looking at us expectantly.

"Okay, so… Our dad." Sam starts, the smile wiped from his face instantly. "When did you first meet him?" He then asks. "He came for a reading, a few days after the fire." She answers, her glance going up as she's remembering. "I just told him what was really out there in the dark. I guess you could say, I drew back the curtains for him." She finishes. "What about the fire?" Dean asks as soon as she falls silent. "D-do you know about our mom?" He adds warily. "A little…" The woman answers him sympathetically. "Your daddy took me to your house. He was hopin I could sense the, uh, echoes, the fingerprints of this thing." She nods to herself as she phrases what happened. I open my mouth, but Sam beats me to it. "And could you?" He asks hesitantly, not sure if he really wants to know. The woman starts shaking her head. "I…" She stops again. "What was it?" Sam pushes her, once again beating me to it. "I don't know." She answers him honestly. Then her face falls. "Oh, but it was evil." The way she speaks gives me goosebumps and I shiver. She stands up, slowly moving back a little. "I could sense it, yes I could." She mutters more to herself, before turning back around. A little silence rises, before she breaks it again.

"So, you think something's back at that house?" She asks. How she knows that, God knows. Maybe one of us was thinking it. Sam nods shortly. "Definitely." He answers through clenched teeth. The woman moves back towards her chair and sits back down. "Ahh, I don't understand." She mutters. "What?" Sam instantly replies. "I haven't been back inside, but I've been keeping an eye on the place. It's been quiet. No sudden deaths, no freak accidents. Why is it acting up now?" I glance down. That's a good question. "Maybe it's because of dad's disappearance?" I suggest slowly, glancing up at Sam. "Well, dad going missing and Jessica dying, and now this house, all happening at once. It just feels like something is starting." He continues, voicing his feelings. "Well, that's a comforting thought." Dean mutters, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Wha…" I start, but Sam talks over me. "Missouri, would you… Uh, would you maybe…" He isn't able to finish his question. "Yes. I will." She answers him instantly. "What?" Dean questions in confusion. "I will go with you, to the house. I might be able to sense it again… And if it's the same thing, I'll know. Oh, I'll know." She rises from her chair, nodding to herself. Dean stands up as well. "Thank you." He answers her gratefully.

Sam and Dean go up front, out of the room. The woman follows them, beckoning me to follow her. "Honey, you need to be braver." She whispers to me as I walk with her. I glance up at her in confusion. "I know you're scared, baby. You're right to be. But you're protected, I promise." She gives me a stunning smile. I just listen to her, as my mind tries to figure out what she just said. "Oh, and you need to speak up more." She then says casually, jumping to a different subject. "Huh?" I once again voice my confusion. "They do not let you talk enough. They're tryin to protect ya, I know that. They're constantly aware of where ya are. Which is good, believe me. But you have valuable things to say, a valuable part to play." She explains to me. I stare at her, flabbergasted. "Y-you think I sh-should…" I dare to ask, but do not have to finish my question. "Yes, baby. Yes, most definitely. Your path is clear, walk it. Become who you desire to become. Your daddy will understand." She walks on as I stop and stare after her in complete confusion. Not sure if she just told me the good news I wanted to hear, or told me the truth. "Skye, come on!" Dean pulls me back out of my trans and I quickly jog up to the car.

We drive back to the old house, with Missouri next to me in the back seat. She feels familiar. Warm and familiar. I can't really put my finger on it, but it's a pleasant feeling.

We approach our old house and Sam knocks on the door. Jenny opens a few moments later. She's distraught, maybe even scared. I can see it in her eyes. "Hey…" She mutters, slightly out of breath. "What're you doing here?" She adds, glancing from Sam, to Dean, to me. She has little Ritchie in her arms. "Hey, Jenny." Sam softly mutters. "Uh, this is our friend, Missouri." He motions to his left, where Missouri steps up with a giant, friendly smile on her face. "If it's not too much trouble, we were hoping to show her the old house, you know. Just for old times' sake." Dean says, eagerly looking past Jenny into the house. Jenny shakes her head shortly. Whatever happened just now, before we came, must have really gotten to her. Her eyes are still wide. "Uh, you know, this isn't really a good time. I'm kind of busy…" She mutters, already turning back around. "Listen, Jenny, it's important…" Dean starts, leaning forward. He's rudely interrupted when Missouri literally lifts up her hand and smacks him on the back of the head. "Argh…" Dean turns around to Missouri, completely taken aback by it. "Give the poor girl a break, can't you see she's upset?" She scolds him. Once again, a grin forces itself on my face. "Forgive this boy, he means well, he's just not the sharpest tool in the shed…" Dean raises up his eyebrows in shock as he stares at her, almost with open mouth. I turn my face to try and hide my grin. "But, hear me out." Missouri directly tells Jenny, who is looking at her suspiciously. "About what?" She questions, clinging Ritchie to her chest. "About this house." Missouri answers slowly, glancing around her. "What are you talking about?" Jenny asks her in confusion. Missouri looks her directly in the eyes. "I think you know what I'm talking about." She starts, her tone light and comforting. "You think there's something in this house, something that wants to hurt your family. Am I mistaken?" Jenny's face had fallen as she listened to Missouri, recognition in her eyes. She feels uncomfortable as Missouri looks at her. "Who are you?" She asks eventually. "We're people who can help. Who can stop this thing, but you're gonna have to trust us just a little." I watch in awe at how Missouri does this. I need to remember that, it could be very important in upcoming cases. She's amazing with people.

Jenny ends up letting us into the house, as I expected. She leads the way and Missouri follows her. "Not the sharpest tool in the shed." I whisper, a grin reappearing on my face, as I follow her inside and move past Dean. Now it's me who gets the back of a hand smacked at my head. With a giggle I fasten my face, preventing my brother from doing it again.

Missouri starts walking up the stairs instantly, not even thinking about going somewhere else, apparently. I follow her. I'd follow her anywhere, this woman knows.

She walks up the stairs and into the first room onto her left. "There's a dark energy around here… In this room… This room should be the center of it." She mutters as she glances around. It's a smaller room, not completely unpacked yet. It looks like Sari is using this room as her bedroom. A smaller bed is standing by the window, a teddy bear popped up on her pillow. Across from it, is the closet she spoke about earlier.

I decide to listen to what Missouri told me earlier, and speak up. "Why? Why this room?" I ask her. She glances at me, a look of sorrow in her eyes. "Because this used to be your nursery, Skye. This is where it all happened." She tells me. I clench my teeth and instantly look up, up at the white ceiling. The same ceiling where my mother hung, before she went up in flames. Dean and Sam are also looking up, sadness in their eyes. Missouri walks on, while I stay frozen to the spot, glancing around. I do not want to step another foot into this room.

Dean grabs his EMF meter, it makes a noise as he puts the power on. I watch how Missouri walks to the bed, hovering her hand over the lamp on the nightstand and then over the teddy bear. She looks back when she hears the EMF meter. "That EMF?" She asks Dean, who shortly nods at her. "Amateur." She scolds, turning her attention back to whatever it is she's doing. Dean lets out a breath, but does not react. I would have smiled, had I not felt so sad. So heavy…

Missouri keeps walking on, hovering her hand over more stuff in this room. Dean's EMF meter finally goes up and starts to make a lot of noise. He elbows Sam, who's also still standing in his spot. Both of them share a knowing look.

Missouri is standing in front of the closet, when she is finally able to give us the information we need. "I don't know if you all should be disappointed or relieved, but this thing ain't the thing that killed your mom." She starts. My eyes widen, while Sam moves closer to her. "Wait, are you sure?" He asks her, his voice quivering. Missouri nods. "How do you know?" Sam presses on. "It isn't the same energy I felt, the last time I was here. It's something different." She frowns, her glance going through the room. She walks on. "Do you know what it is?" I ask her, glancing from the EMF meter to her. Missouri is now standing directly in front of the closet and opens the doors wide. As far as I can see, there are clothes and shoes inside. "Not it." She mutters, before walking inside. "Them." She concludes, turning back around. "There's more than one spirit in this place." I look down with a shake of my head. "Well, crap." I curse softly. "What are they doing here?" Dean asks her, stunned by what she just told us. "They're here because of what happened to your family." Missouri walks out of the closet and towards him. He stares at her with open mouth. "You see, all those years ago, real evil came to you." She starts, glancing to Sam and then to me. "It walked this house. That kind of evil, leaves wounds. And sometimes, wounds get infected." She continues, looking directly into my eyes. "I don't understand." Sam whispers from beside me, his glance fixed on Missouri. "This place is a magnet for paranormal energy." She tells him, before suddenly turning her head and looking behind her. "It's attracted a Poltergeist. A nasty one." She finishes. "Ahh, crap." I curse again. A poltergeist. I've heard nasty stories about those. Dad worked a lot of cases with those monsters. They were always bad ones. "It won't rest, until Jenny and her babies are dead." Missouri confirms my thoughts. "But, wait. You said there was more than one spirit." Sam reminds Missouri. "There is." She confirms, turning back around. She stalks back into the closet. "I just can't quite make out the second one." She stammers, walking back out.

It stays silent for a moment. The tension is high, it's making me even more uncomfortable. "Well, one thing's for damn sure." Dean then starts, walking towards me. "Nobody's dying in the house ever again." He concludes, putting a hand on my shoulder and looking at Missouri with determination. "So, whatever is here, how do we stop it?" He asks her directly.

"Follow me." She simply says, walking back out the room. Dean instantly follows, keeping me close to him. We walk back downstairs and let Missouri talk to Jenny for a few moments. All of us are awkwardly standing in the hallway, not sure what to do.

Missouri comes back. "Come on, follow me." She tells us, before walking towards the front door. We follow her blindly, back out of the house and towards the car. "We need to get back to my place." She informs Dean, sitting back down in the backseat. I join her and soon we're on the road, back to where we just came from. Everyone is on edge. A poltergeist and second spirit are terrorizing the family that lives in the house where mom died. Tragedy basically waiting to strike again. I feel the same fierce determination that Dean felt, entering my heart. Those little kids cannot have their mom dying on them as well. No one deserves that kind of fate.

Missouri leads us back into her house and starts rummaging through her cabinets, grabbing all sorts of funky stuff. She puts then on her table, before continuing to search. We let her in silence, just watching. We wouldn't be of help anyway. Soon, the table is filled with jars, weeds, weird looking stones. Dean takes a seat at the head of the table, curiously looking at the stuff in front of him. Sam leans his hands on the back of a chair. Dean grabs a small, black little bag, holding it in front of his face. "So, what is all this stuff, anyway?" He asks, grabbing something that looks like Oregano from a pot, letting it run through his fingers. "Angelica Root, Van Van oil, crossroad dirt, a few other odds and ends." Missouri answers, putting another jar on the table. I lean closer, to try and see what it is. "What are we supposed to do with all this?" I ask. "We're gonna put them inside the walls." Missouri answers me, walking towards the other end of the table with a wooden box in her hand. "In the north, south, east and west corners on each floor of the house." She adds, sitting down. Dean raises his eyebrows. "We'll be punching holes in the dry wall. Jenny's going to love that." He mutters sarcastically, eying Sam with raised eyebrows. Missouri glances down, before looking right at Dean. "She'll live." She softly points out. Dean swiftly glances up at her, before continuing to mix the ingredients together on her orders. "And this'll destroy the spirits?" Sam asks, opening his mouth for the first time since we came back here. "It should." Missouri tells him in a reassuring tone. "It should purify the house completely." I let out a soft sigh. "Well, let's hope so." I nod.

"The house has three floors, so we'll each take a floor and we'll work fast. Once the spirits realize what we're up to, things are gonna get bad." Missouri glances at Dean and Sam with a knowing look. "Wait…" I mutter slowly. "We're with four people, not three…" I add in a stammer. Don't tell me…

"Ah, crap." Dean groans, eying Missouri accusingly. She just shrugs her shoulders at him. "You were thinkin' it." She glances back down. "You're not taking me?" I ask Dean, dumbstruck. He slowly turns to me. "Listen, Skye…" He starts, standing up and raising his arms. "There are already a lot of us. Jenny's freaked out and a Poltergeist is not just…" He starts his explanation quickly. I shake my head at him, trying to conceal that this time it actually hurts. "Dean, that's not just your old home. It's mine, too. You can't just keep me out of this one… Not this one…" I repeat, by lack of better words. "Exactly because of this one, Skye!" Dean raises his voice, a fierce determination in his eyes. "The last time I was in there, everything went up in smoke. Including my mother. I barely got a hold of you in time, then! You almost went up in smoke with her." My mouth falls open as I listen to his yelling. This time telling me exactly what he remembers about that night. "You had problems with breathing for months after that! Forgive me for wanting to protect you now." He throws his hands in the air, eying me incredulously. I don't really know what to say to that. I just gawk at him. I had no idea he remembered so vividly. And that I'd apparently been in real danger that night, had almost died…

"He's right, okay? Not because we don't trust you or anything… Just to protect you." Sam joins in, walking up to Dean and taking a stand beside him. "I don't…" I'm about to snap to them what I always say, but Missouri enters herself into the conversation. "Yes, yes, you do. You're a kid, darling. You've already seen so much more then you should have…" She mutters, interrupting me. "But, you said…" Again, she interrupts me. "Yes. All in good time, honey. But let them protect you this time, right now." She eyes me knowingly, like she's foreseeing something. It does not make sense, nothing makes sense. The only thing I want, is to protect Jenny. Help her fight whatever it is in her house.

"Dean…" I glance at my big brother, hating how my eyes are tearing up. I can't stop it, not this time. "Wait, Missouri… I'm sure it is not a good idea for Jenny and those kids to be in that house as we cleanse it, right?" Sam changes the subject, his eyes focused on me. There is remorse in them, which is not helping with the situation. "Oh, like hell it's not." Missouri agrees with him immediately. "Then we do need you." Sam tells me, walking up to me. "Excuse you?" Dean is getting angry, probably with frustration. "Honey, can you keep an eye on Jenny and her kids?" Sam now asks me directly. I glance up at him, my eyes threatening to spill over. "You think we can convince her to leave the house?" I ask him, clearing my throat in a desperate attempt to regain control over my voice. "With your help, yes. I'm sure there's a place in town where you can lead them to." Sam nods to me. "We'll be done quick." Missouri nods at me, her eyes friendly. "Uh… Yeah, okay. Sure." I glance down, too afraid to even blink. I feel Sam's hand on my shoulder. I know he's trying to be comforting, but all I feel is that heavy sadness. Once again.

Dean drives us all back to the house. He and Sam are carrying whatever they need for the cleanse. Thankfully, Jenny seems to trust us. Especially Missouri. It does not take long, before she'd packed a bag and leading her kids outside. I end up proposing to take her and the kids to a movie. "Yes, yes. Good idea." Missouri helps me lead them into the front yard. Jenny's holding Richie in her arms. She seems uncertain. "Look, I just…" She helplessly glances from me to Missouri. "I'm not sure I'm comfortable leaving you guys here alone." She then finishes, her eyes back on the house. There's fear in them. "Look, just let Skye take care of you and take you to the movies, okay? It'll be over by the time you get back." Missouri reassures her, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. I bend down, looking at Sari. She's holding her mother's hand. I'm sure she feels the anxiety coming from everyone. It must confuse her. It always confused me, when I was little.

"Hey, Sari! You think you and I can think of a good movie to watch? One that your mom and Richie will like, too?" I ask her, trying to sound as enthusiastic as I can. "I like Sleeping Beauty!" She responds, a smile already forming on her face. "Oh, she does like sleeping beauty! And Cinderella…" Jenny smiles warmly at her daughter. I give Missouri a short nod, as an 'okay'. She nods back at me, before returning towards the house.

Jenny takes us all with her in her car. I'm trying my best to stay positive. It won't help Jenny at all, if she can sense that I am nervous. Hell, that I am scared. Worried, you name it. I'm everything. The only chance I got to say anything to both my brothers, was a quick 'be careful' in the car and a meaningful glance. What if something goes wrong…

Sari and Richie have a really good time at the movies. It ended up being the lion king that we could go to, which Sari especially had no problems with. I connected with her on that. The lion king was my favorite movie too, when I was younger. Jenny and I speak in hushed voices, a few times during the movies. She asks me a lot of questions. She deserves to know the answers, it's her home. So I tell her what I can, about the supernatural, without freaking her out completely.

We get back about two and a half hours later. Jenny opens the door and flicks on the lights. "Hello?" She calls out, as she steps across the threshold. "Sam? Dean?" I call out after her, following her in. The atmosphere does seem different, I can feel it. Did it work?

"We're home…" Jenny freezes when she walks into the kitchen, Ritchie on her arm and Sari at her hand. I stop wondering why, when I step around her and see what she sees. The kitchen, or at least, what's left of the kitchen. It looks like a tornado has wrecked the whole room. Stuff lies everywhere, broken pottery and glass all over the floor. The large wooden table is in pieces. The fridge is open, the food literally splattered all over the floor and walls. "What happened?" Jenny asks when she's found her voice back. I step over some broken plates, reaching Dean quickly. I glance up at him, very relieved they're all okay. Missouri and Sam are standing on the other side. Dean wraps an arm around me as soon as I'm in reach. "You okay?" I whisper to him. He nods at me, still out of breath from whatever happened.

"Hi. Sorry, uh…" Sam awkwardly greets Jenny, glancing at Missouri awkwardly. "Well, uh… I- We'll pay for all of this…" He then suggests, clearly feeling very awkward to be the reason for the smashed up room. And probably forgetting that we do not have any money to pay for the damage. "Don't you worry, Dean's gonna clean up this mess." Missouri joins in the conversation, glancing around the room. Dean raises his eyebrows in complete confusion. Missouri turns to him, she's not playing any games. "Well, what are you waiting for, boy? Get the mop." She tells him strictly. I turn my giggle into a cough when I see his offended look. "And don't cuss at me!" Missouri calls to him, clearly hearing whatever he just thought about her. "I'll help, come ohon…" I push him towards the door, not able to hide my slight laugh. Dean throws me a very 'I am so done with this' look, before complying. "We'll all help!" Missouri nods at me approvingly. I give her a small smile, dashing across the broken kitchen towards Sam. He is not smiling or seems relieved at all. "Hey… You okay?" I ask him when I reach him. He grabs me, pressing me against his side. "Yeah, uh…" He seems unsure. That's when I notice the markings on his neck. Red and raw, the skin very irritated. "Hey, woah… What happened?" I ask him in concern. He waves it away with a slight chuckle. "Oh, got into a wrestling match with a power cord. Like Missouri said, the poltergeist did not appreciate us tryin to drive it away." He tells me. I take his word for it. "So, what happened?" I ask him, watching how Missouri leads Jenny and her kids out of the kitchen. "Poltergeist interfered. Threw whatever it had at us." Sam shortly explains. "When we had all floors covered, a kind of white flash appeared and went through the whole house. Filled with power, or… Something. Then it was over. Missouri says it's over." He adds that last sentence with uncertainty. "You don't believe it's over?" I ask him. I know that look on his face, I know it too well. "Uh, well… I don't know." He admits, glancing down.

"Hey, you helping or what?" Dean's frustrated call coming from the other side interrupts our conversation. Sam and me dash towards him and together we clean up the kitchen as best we can. As Jenny puts both her kids to bed, even Missouri comes back to help us with the last things.

Jenny leads us out of the house by the time it's all sort of done. She has already thanked us, but does it again. Dean helps Missouri down the steps, me and Sam follow. An eerie feeling spreads over me as I glance back at her. I shake it off, walking on. Jenny closes the door after us.

We take Missouri back to her place and she gives us all a very warm goodbye. I kind of feel sad that I am not going to see her again. She looks like a lovely woman to have in your life. "Hey, you can always come and visit me." She tells me out of the blue, squeezing my shoulder. A friendly smile on her face. "Huh… I still need to get used to how you do that." I mutter, causing Dean to chuckle. I'm sure he feels the same way.

When we get back to the impala and step inside, something strange happens. "Hey, uh…" Sam elbows Dean shortly. "Can we, uh… Just drive by the house?" He asks him over the roar of the engine being turned on. "Why?" Dean asks him, leaning his head to the side. "I just, uh… I wanna check something." Sam tells him awkwardly. Dean gives him a short nod, before driving us back there. Sam has his reasons, I'm sure. My eyelids are starting to get heavy, though. It was a busy day. An emotional day. I'm very tired.

Dean stops in front of the house and shuts off the engine. It's very quiet and very dark outside. It must be way past midnight. It stays silent, before Dean turns to Sam. "What are we doing here, Sam?" He asks him, directly. Sam sighs heavily. "I just want to check if she's… If she's really okay…" He stammers, seeming unsure of himself. "Sam, she is okay. We literally saw her about an hour ago. The lights are out, I'm sure she's sleeping." Dean tries to reassure him, but his words trigger something in me and I stare out the window at the house. An eerie feeling tightens my stomach. Sam hums at Dean, but keeps staring at the house. Silence returns for a while.

"All right, so tell me again. What are we still doing here?" Dean breaks the silence once again, staring at the road ahead in annoyance. "I don't know… I- I just…" Sam lets out a deep sigh, his glance never leaving the house. "I still have a bad feeling." He then concludes in a full sentence. Dean looks at him, then at the dark house. "Why?" He asks with a short shake of his head. "Why indeed, Sam?" I am also curious, but know better than question his bad feeling. Especially when I have the same bad feeling. "I mean, Missouri literally used all she had to cleanse that whole house. You told me about a white flash yourself. It should be over, right?" I throw the facts at him, my longing for a bed getting more intense with the second. Sam turns his head to me. "Yeah, well, probably… I just wanna make sure, that's all." He tells me, focusing back on the house. Dean groans, sliding down his seat a little and leaning his head against the chair. "Yeah, well, problem is, I could be sleeping in a bed right now." He voices what I am feeling exactly. "A nice, warm bed…" I mutter, leaning my head against the window. "Mmmm…" Dean nods in agreement.

A second later, everything changes. "Dean." Sam's voice is filled with panic. "DEAN!" He shouts. I jolt and throw a look at the house. Jenny is in the upstairs window. Her face filled with terror. Absolute, pure terror. Her mouth is wide open and she's punching the window, looking right at us. Screaming for help. "CRAP!" I let out in panic, throwing the car door open and almost rolling out. "Sam, grab the kids! I'll get Jenny! Skye, GET BACK IN THE CAR." Dean yells his orders to us as we sprint towards the front door. My heart is in my throat as I shake my head furiously. "No! They need help, now! I am NOT GOING BACK!" I know the situation is too bad to argue right now. It works in my favor. Dean throws me a very dangerous glare, before dropping it.

The door is, thankfully, not locked. Dean bursts through it and leads the way up. Within three jumps he's upstairs. I'm right behind him with only one goal. Get to Sari, get to Richie, before it is too late…

"Go get Sari! I've got Richie!" Sam yells at me, sprinting off towards the room where Richie is in his crib. I look around for a half a second, completely disoriented. Dean is already gone, I can hear him calling Jenny's name in the distance. "Help! Help, please!" A girls panicked cry for help is coming from the room in front of me. The old room where Missouri said was the source of the evil she felt. Sari's room. "Hang on, Sari! I'm COMING!" I scream for her, bursting through her door. I freeze in complete shock at what I see. Sari is in bed, weeping with terror. Out of her closet, a figure is moving. Slow. And completely made out of fire. Hot, searing fire.

I cannot think straight. My head is filling with thoughts. Questions. Memories. Feelings. "Help me, plehease!" Sari's helpless voice pushes through everything that's happening. I catch her glance and suddenly remember how to move. "Hold on!" I scream at her, pushing myself against the wall and into her room. I slide past the fire, refusing to let it cloud my mind. I reach her and she clamps her shuddering arms around my neck, sobbing into my shoulder. "I got you, I got you! Don't look, just close your eyes." I hush at her, lifting her up from her bed. She swings her legs around my waist and I'm thankful she does. I'm not that tall and cannot carry her as easily as Sam probably could. "SKYE?" Sam's panicked voice is coming from outside the door. When I turn, I see him through the fire, Richie in his arms. Sam's face is ashen as he stares into the room. "SKYE!" He screams again. I rush towards him, Sari in my arms. I push through the ache in my legs and almost throw us out of the room. "Come on!" Sam cries out at me, grabbing my arm and pushing me towards the stairs. I almost fall over, but manage to keep my balance. We burst down the stairs. "Give her to me!" Sam hushes at me, grabbing Sari from my arms. I freeze. I can feel something. The air around me is thick. I don't know what the hell is happening anymore. "Sam…" I whisper, but Sam has put Sari down and is pushing Richie in her arms. "Skye, take them out. NOW!" He yells, trying to console a heavily sobbing Sari. She clings to her brother, looking up at me helplessly. I sprint towards her and start pushing her towards the door. As soon as she's across the threshold, relief washes over me. They're out.

A demonic roar fills my ears and then my brain. I freeze, terrified. Behind me I hear commotion, before something drops. Sam grunts, crashing to the ground. "SAM!" I scream, watching in terror as something has grabbed him and drags him across the floor so fast my eyes can barely follow. He collapses against the kitchen table we fixed earlier, instantly smashing everything back up. "SAM!" I sprint after him, but before I can get to him, he's being lifted back up and thrown across the room. I scream as I watch him collapse against the wall, grunting in pain. Before I can even comprehend what's happening, he's thrown across the room again, straight into the kitchen cabinets. He hits them so hard everything smashes and he crashes to the floor, yelping in pain. "SAM!" I sprint towards him, this time in time to reach him. "Skye, get OUT! GET OUT!" He yells at me when he spots me, trying to move up. His eyes are filled with terror. I'm about to yell something back, my hands around his jacket to pull him up, when something attaches itself to my foot. I can feel it. An immense power. I throw Sam a helpless glance, already knowing what's going to happen. He screams for me as I'm lifted up in the air and smashed back down to the floor, right beside him. The blow is more painful than I could ever imagine. Searing, hot stings of pain cover every inch of my body. I scream, I know that much. I know I'm screaming as I feel my body moving, dragging across the floor and into the hallway. Collapsing against the wall there, a few moments later. "DEAN!" I yell for my brother, the fear growing with the second. "SKYE!" I can hear his faint voice, filled with panic, coming from my left. When I turn my head, I see that the front door is closed. Closed, but damaged. Something's hacking into it. My breath gets caught in my throat when I feel that power returning, close to me. Very close to me. I tremble as I look around. I can't see it. All I see is a smashed up hallway and part of the kitchen. Sam's still there.

I push my fear aside as hard as I can and jump to my feet. "Sam?" It's silent around me. Too silent. I can't hear him. "SAM?" I let out, mustering all my energy and sprinting towards the kitchen. I see him, he's crawling back to his feet. "Skye, get out!" He pants at me, using his hand to keep himself steady and in balance. "We can't! We can't, the door's shut!" I inform him, glancing around in panic. "Then hide! HIDE!" He screams at me. We both can't say anything else. Whatever's still in the house, grabs a hold of Sam and throws him into the wooden panels in the back of the living room. "SAM!" I sprint after him. He does not collapse on the floor this time. He hangs there, against the wood, grunting as he tries to fight whatever power is holding him down. He heaves his head, but then it smacks back against the wood. I'm about to run to him, when something catches my eye. A noise, like fire. I feel the heat on my skin. I see Sam's eyes widening as he stares at something that's behind me. Goosebumps appear across my whole body. I don't want to turn around, too scared of what it might be. Even though I already know what it is.

I sprint to Sam and grab his jacket, pulling with all my might, trying to get him off the wall. Sam's eyes are fixed on whatever he sees. "Sam! SAM!" I keep pulling, but cannot fight the strong power holding him in place. "DEAN!" I whirl around in a desperate search for my brother. I thought I could hear him, somewhere in the distance. As soon as I turn around, the figure in fire swims into my view. It's slowly walking into the living room. Hot tears stream down my face as I stare at it, frozen in my spot. The figure turns, slowly. Then starts approaching us. I just stare at it. There's nothing else I can do, then just stare at it as it comes for us.

"SAM?" I can hear Dean's voice coming from the left. Raised and loud. His footsteps are coming closer. "SKYE?" He calls out again. Sam finally snaps out of his trans and turns his eyes to the left, where Dean is approaching us. Dean's eyes widen when he sees what we're staring at. He takes a protective stance in front of the both of us and lifts up his gun, fierce determination in his eyes. It's Sam, who completely changes the situation. "DEAN, no! Don't!" He screams out, shaking his head as much as he can. "What? Why?" Dean yells back at him, thoroughly confused. "Shoot it!" I yell over Sam's protests, too scared to move. "No! Skye, NO! I know who it is! I know who it is!" He glances down at me, trying to make me understand something with his eyes. I want to yell back at him that he's gone absolutely crazy, when Sam looks back at the figure. "I can see her now." He mutters, his voice not filled with fear any longer, but thick with emotion. I throw a glance at Dean, who still has his gun raised and pointed right at the figure. Both our eyes widen when we watch it change right in front of us. The fire goes up into a swirl and then vanishes. The figure takes shape slowly. It's a woman. A woman with long, blond hair. A lovely face, eyes shining with warmth. She's wearing a long, white night gown, and is standing on her bare feet.

I know that woman. Or at least, she looks a lot like someone I know. Someone I've seen before. Only yesterday, when I got a glance of the photo Sam had in his possession. I gawk at the lady in front of us, my eyes instantly spilling over. It's my mother. It's our mom.

She's looking intently at Dean, a soft smile on her lips. I see how he lowers the gun, his face ashen as he stares at her. His voice caught in his throat. "Mom." He whispers. She bows her head a little and glides towards him, her soft eyes on his face. She slowly opens her mouth when she's right in front of him. "Dean." She whispers. Goosebumps appear on my skin and more tears stream across my face. I never thought I'd ever hear my mother's voice. Ever. But there it is, there she is. The sound so lovely, so warm, it breaks my heart into a million pieces. I can feel the pain in my chest.

The image of mom walks past Dean, who stares after her in complete shock and emotion. She approaches Sam, who's still hanging on the wall right next to me. "Sam." She speaks to him softly, her eyes shining. Sam lets out a soft gasp, tears appearing in his eyes as he looks at her. Then, she turns her head and looks right at me. I automatically put a step back and hit the wall, my brain clouded with so much more emotion then I can handle. "Skye…" She speaks my name, as if it was made to be said just by her. "M-mom?" I can't get the words out through sobs wrecking my body. "Baby, I'm sorry." She tells me, the twinkle disappearing from her eyes. She now looks sad. "F-for what, mom?" I stammer, putting a step forward. She doesn't answer. She just knowingly looks at me, turning around and shifting into the room, glancing up to the ceiling. We all follow her gaze, as far as we can see. My vision is swimming, I can barely follow her.

"And you, get out of my house. And let go of my son." She speaks towards the ceiling, her voice filled with a fierce determination. I gasp when she goes up in flames again, letting out a scream. I hear a lot of demonic roaring accompanying her. We all stare with wide eyes, as the flames go up into the ceiling. The sound gets louder and louder, but then it stops. The fire spreads out across the ceiling, before disappearing completely. With a grunt, Sam falls down from the wall, his feet back on the floor. He pants loudly, looking around. I keep staring at the spot where I saw my mother, right before she went up in flames. She's gone now, I can feel it. So is whatever was holding Sam. They're both gone.

"N-now it's over…" Sam whispers as he catches Dean's wide eyes, barely getting that sentence out himself. The silence that returns is deafening. I cannot stop sobbing, no matter how hard I try. Sam wraps me up in his arms moments later. I know he's trying to support me, to console me, but I am not feeling it. I do not desire any physical touch or comfort right now. Our moment, thankfully, gets interrupted by Jenny, who enters the house. There's nothing left of her front door, or her living room. She doesn't seem to care, as she stumbles towards us. "Is it gone? Are we safe?" She whispers in terror. Dean jumps back into his protective mode instantly and walks towards her, to explain and console. I unwrap myself out of Sam's arms. "I'll be outside…" I manage to get out, quickly turning around and almost sprinting out of the house. Sari and Richie are standing outside the door, eyes wide. Sari is holding onto Richie for dear life. I push my sadness back just for a second and crouch down in front of them both. "It's okay, go inside. You're safe now. You were so brave!" I put a hand on her hair for a moment, it's all I can muster. "Go, go to mommy. She's okay." I then motion for her to go inside. She does, instantly running in with Richie in her arms, on her way to find her mom. That's when I allow myself to break. Now that I'm alone and no one's near me, I can finally let out what's been in since we arrived back in this town.

I only stop, once I see Sam and Dean both coming outside. I take a few deep breaths, wipe the tears from my cheeks and muster a small smile. "Hey…" Dean glances at me apprehensively, sitting down behind the steering wheel. "Hey." I simply answer, making sure not to look at him too long. "You okay?" Sam asks me, also entering the car and taking his place. "Yeah…" I whisper, glancing down. I am far from okay, but I'm done mourning. At least for now. "You, uh… You wanna talk about what we just, uh..?" Dean stammers, not sure what he to do. I slowly shake my head. "Not now, please." I look up at him pleadingly. "Let's find a motel for now. I'm sure we're all tired." Sam suggests awkwardly, when he notices the sphere is still heavy. We all need to work through what we saw in there.

We find a motel room and I dive straight into the bed. I don't even bother taking off my jacket or my shoes. I'll do that in the morning. As soon as my head hits the pillow, my eyes close and I drift off.

"Stay there, Skye! Stay there…" The darkness is closing in. Sam's calling out to me in panic, his eyes filled with fear. He's wrapped in chains, they're covering him from head to toe. Something is behind him, dragging me away from him. I scream, as loud as I can. I can't move, I can't get to him. My legs won't budge. He's getting further away from me. I can feel the panic rising. And then… There is someone there. Someone in white, a familiar face. "Don't worry…" It's my mom's voice. Her face swims into my view. "I'm here. I'm here." She repeats, flames erupting all around us. The chains fall off Sam's body instantly, he's able to breathe again. Mom turns to me. "I got you. I always got you…"

I am feeling strangely okay, when I wake up the next morning. To my surprise, my shoes and Jacket are both no longer on me and I'm lying under the covers. Even my hair has been wrapped up in a messy bun. That warms my heart and slowly puts the broken pieces back where they belong. Dean's sitting on the couch, opposite from my bed. He's sipping his coffee and casually looking through a paper. "Dean?" I question groggily, slowly sitting up. I am still wearing my jeans and sweater. Dean's head shoots up when he hears me. "Hey!" He quickly puts away the paper and stands up, basically rushing to me. "H-how did you sleep?" He asks me, his kind eyes looking at me in concern. "Okay, I guess…" I mutter to him, confused about that. This is the first time in months that I woke up without that slow burning feeling of exhaustion in the back of my head. Without remembering a horrific nightmare, or screaming myself awake. Dean lets out a relieved gasp. "You know, I uh…" He shifts in his seat hesitantly. "I was kind of prepared for a vicious nightmare…" He then admits to me. I chuckle, nodding. "Yeah, I get that. So was I, really." I mutter to him, bringing my legs to my chest and wrapping my arms around them. "I did have one, you know." I then inform him slowly. He questionably raises his eyebrows at me. "Yeah, but I guess you can say someone interfered to protect me." I know that probably doesn't make any sense to him, but to me it will. I have a strange feeling I'll be dealing with a lot less nightmares from now on. Someone's got me…

Dean stays strangely quiet and now it's me who is concerned. "Hey… I uh, I know we saw something pretty, uh… Well…" I don't really know how to describe it. "But, how are you?" I glance up at him, hoping he'll tell me what's really going on in his mind. "She uh, she protected us." Dean states slowly, wrapping an arm around me. "She did." I nod into his chest. "I just… When that door closed and you and Sammy were still inside…" Dean stops abruptly, but he doesn't need to say anything else. I understand perfectly. "I know."

Sam breaks our moment up when he enters the room, breakfast in his hands. Dean lets me go and gets up, his stomach growling. "Let's eat. Then, we have to go back to the house." Sam announces, putting the food on the table. "Uh, why? Everything's okay now, right?" Dean's instantly anxious. He has the right to be. Until now, everything Sam has said about the house was true. Sam chuckles. "Yeah, no, it's okay! Jenny just called me. She still has that box with dad's stuff. And I want to ask Missouri to confirm." He explains. "I wonder what's in that box." I wonder out loud, hopping out of the bed and walking towards the table. My stomach is also violently growling. Sam raises his eyebrows at me. "I believe that's my sweater…" He drily states, glancing at my sweater. "What are you talking about?" I glance down and then back up, giving him a grin. "Oh, really?" Sam catches on to my teasing and raises his eyebrows. "Yeah, this is my new favorite sweater that I've always had and definitely didn't steal from your bag." I add, my grin growing larger. "Ahh, of course, yeah no totally." Sam shakes his head with a laugh, before putting our breakfast on the table.

We all sit down and eat our breakfast. The silence is no longer filled with sadness or tension, like it was the last couple of days. It's sort of peaceful and I enjoy it immensely. My phone dings and I reach for it absentmindedly. My eyes widen when I see the email that got in just now. "What?" Dean asks with his mouthful. "Dates came in for the exams…" I mutter slowly, opening the mail involuntarily. "When?" Sam asks me. "Six weeks, to be exact." I mutter, tensing up. That is not a lot of time. I had expected they'd be soon, but now that the dates are set… It makes me feel uneasy. "You think your gonna make it?" Dean asks me, eying me carefully. "Uh…" I let out a deep sigh, hesitating to answer. I need to lie. I can't have them shutting me out for six weeks with only studying to do, that sounds like literal hell. Plus, I've been getting better at shooting and everything else too. They're teaching me whenever they can. If I stop now, I won't get any better. I'll get worse.

"You know…" I force a light smile on my face. "I think so, yeah. I mean I'll need to continue and study in the moments I can, sure… But, I've been doing good." I look Dean straight in the eye. Something I've learned about lying. Look someone straight in their face when you lie, you'll be way more believable. Dean stares back. "You have been slacking." He simply points out. "Only because I know I can. I'm smart, remember." I let out a giggle at his look. "She is probably the smartest tool in the shed." Sam adds through a laugh, remembering what Missouri had said about Dean yesterday. I hear a stomp and he grunts, glaring at Dean.

"How about you study every time we're on the road. I mean, that's a lot of time, right?" Dean acts like nothing happened and glances back at me. "Good idea, I mean that should be more than enough." I agree with him instantly. I'll agree with anything, as long as it'll not mess up all the work I've done until now, to become a hunter. I'd always been a little doubtful about that in the back of my mind, especially with dad and both my brothers wanting a different life for me. But, with what Missouri told me in confidence, there is no doubt in my mind any longer. My path is laid out for me. I just have to walk it.

We grab all our stuff when we're done eating and drive towards Missouri. Just to be sure, we'll ask her to walk around that house one last time. She agrees without thinking, immediately getting into the backseat with me. She bumps my shoulder as a friendly greeting.

We arrive at Jenny's house and she invites us in without any protest. She looks a lot better than yesterday, which is not surprising. Missouri asks her to walk with her, but before she does, she hands Dean a box. A larger, wooden box with a couple of things in it. Dean thanks her, watching her walk upstairs with Missouri. "Come on, let's take a look." Dean nods his head to the door and I follow him out. "What do you think is in there?" I ask him. He shrugs, before opening the lid of the box. Items appear, but what catches my eye instantly, is the pile of pictures. A lot of pictures with smiling kids, those kids being us. I automatically smile when I see them. Dean grabs the pile out of the box and puts the box down in the backseat of the car. Together, we lean against the hood to look at them. There's a photo of mom and dad, smiling at each other. A photo of Dean on a chair with a baby in his arms. "Wait, that's Sam right?" I ask, pointing at it. Dean gives a small chuckle. "Yeah, I was so happy I had a little brother I watched over him like crazy." He answers me fondly. He still does, but I bite my tongue and don't point that out to him.

"However, this, this is you." He tells me, grabbing another photo where he's a little older, another baby in his arms. This time he's not smiling, though. "Well, you don't look very happy." I drily state. Dean gives me a small laugh. "Well, what can I say. I had been so delighted with a baby brother, that I had no clue what to do with a little sister." He confesses to me. It amazes me how he still remembers all of that. "Well, you still don't know what to do." I playfully joke. Dean gives me a soft push. "I think I managed." He slowly wraps an arm around me. A warm feeling settles in my stomach. He managed for sure.

Jenny breaks up our moment, when she walks out of the house and towards us. Passing Sam, who's on the steps, patiently waiting for Missouri to finish whatever she's doing. "Thanks for these." Dean tells Jenny, a grateful smile on his face. "Don't thank me, they're yours." Jenny smiles back at him, shrugging her shoulders. Dean bows his head, before opening the car door and returning the pictures to the box. "How are you holding up?" I ask Jenny, glancing back at the house. She glances at me hesitantly. "Well, uh…" She wraps her arms around herself. "I have to admit that it's still a lot to take in." She mutters, rubbing her arm. "I never though… I never…" She stammers, not sure how to even give words to what she experienced. "Well, you're safe now." Dean tells her, his tone reassuring. She gives him a grateful nod.

Dean turns to the house, where Sam and Missouri are both sitting on the steps. Speaking to each other softly. "Sam, you ready?" Dean calls out to him. Sam glances up at him and I see it instantly. He's sad. Worried. Concerned. It's all over his features. I frown. I was feeling a lot better since this morning and thought everyone did. Apparently I'd been wrong.

"Bye." Dean nods his head to Jenny, who puts a hand on his arm quickly to show her gratitude. She gives me a friendly smile, before turning and walking back to her house. Sam approaches us and behind him, Missouri stands next to Jenny. It's clear we don't have to bring her home. "Hold on." I mutter to Dean, before crossing the street and quickly approaching her. "Hey honey." She gives me a big smile, spreading her arms. She already knows what I was thinking, which I'm grateful for. I give her a quick, but tight hug. "I hope I'll see you again." I mutter, letting her go. "I'm sure you will." She nods at me, telling me to go back to my brothers. "Now, you boys don't be strangers." She calls out to both of them. "We won't." Dean answers her fondly, opening the door. "See you around." Missouri adds, putting a guiding hand on Jenny's shoulder. I give her a last nod, before sitting down in the backseat, next to the box. Dean starts the car and we drive off.

"Sam?" I know he'll probably not want to talk, but I'm worried. "Huh?" He doesn't turn his head. "You okay?" It stays silent for a moment, before he nods. "Yeah. I just, uh… Missouri told me that there are no more spirits in that house. Not even mom." He then tells us. Dean frowns. "What do you mean, not mom?" He asks. "She fought off the Poltergeist, didn't she?" I ask Sam, not surprised at all. I had felt her leaving last night, right after she challenged that Poltergeist. "Yeah. Missouri said her spirit and that of the Poltergeist canceled each other out." Sam confirms with a nod. I let out a soft breath. Even though I already knew, it's still sad that we can't go back there. Just to see her, one last time. "Missouri said she did it to protect us…" Sam adds after a moment of silence. Dean glances at him, a soft look on his face. "Obviously…" He mutters under his breath. Then, he changes the subject. "Hey, pup?" He glances at me through the review mirror. "Didn't we agree that you'd study in the car?" He points out to me. I let out a sigh. "Yeah…" I slowly reach for my bag, ready to grab a book. Not really caring which one it is. "Hey, uh…" I raise my head hesitantly. "I still have some questions about all the things out there…" Dean nods. "Yeah?" I glance down. "It would help a lot, if I knew what kills what, you know!" Sam turns around to me, a small smile on his face. "Shoot." He tells me. I end up not doing any studying during that car-ride anyway, as we drive on towards where ever the road will take us.