~Home~

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(I do want to make one thing clear before y'all start reading this chapter! I did not realize that March 7th had already passed in the show, so we're gonna pretend that the timeline adds up.)

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August smiled at Dean as he took a picture of her on his phone.

"Is it good?" Sam asked with a chuckle as she was shoving cake in her mouth.

It covered her hands and most of her face.

August squealed and laughed making both men smile at her.

"My baby's officially one year old." Dean sighed. "You gotta slow down, babe." He leaned down to the girl, kissing her nose.

August laughed and smacked her hands in the small cake that sat on her high chair tray.

August being one year old, meant that it had officially been one year since Delilah had passed. Dean was trying not to think about that part, but he was finding it hard not to. He couldn't believe it had already been a year without her.

"Sam, you think it's normal that she hasn't done anything yet?" Dean asked his brother, speaking up again.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

"She hasn't started walking yet, and she hasn't started talking either." Dean stated, watching August grab a fistful of cake and attempt to eat it, a majority of it missing her mouth.

"Well, the talking will probably come later due to her having a hearing disability. With walking, maybe she's just not ready yet." Sam said with a slight shrug, looking back to the notepad he was drawing on.

"It worries me." Dean said, gently stroking Augusts head of fluffy, curly brown hair.

"I'm sure it's fine, Dean." Sam stated making Dean sigh.

"Yeah, I guess." He said.

August grinned and held her arms out for Dean.

"You all done?" Dean asked with a chuckle as he grabbed a paper towel off the counter, wiping off Augusts hands and her face.

Dean put the paper towel down on the tray, and picked the girl up out of the high chair. She laughed and bounced herself in Deans arms until he started bouncing her.

"Hey, so, I was cruising some websites. Think I found a few candidates for our next gig." Dean told Sam, picking up his coffee and taking a drink of it.

August tried reaching for the cup, but Dean pulled it away from her, setting it on the table.

"A fishing trawler found off the coast of Cali. It's crew vanished. And we got some Cattle mutilations in West Texas." Dean said, but noticed Sam was focused on whatever he was drawing. "Hey!"

Sam looked up at him.

"Am I boring you with this hunting-evil stuff?" Dean questioned him.

"No, I'm listening. Keep going." Sam told him.

"And here a Sacramento man shot himself in the head...three times." Dean stated, holding up three fingers.

August copied his actions and held up three fingers.

Dean smiled at her.

"Yeah, three!" He chuckled, showing her three fingers.

August grinned.

Dean looked back to Sam who was still not paying any attention.

"Any of these things blowing up your skirt, pal?" Dean asked him.

"Wait, I've seen this." Sam said, holding up his drawing.

"Seen what?" Dean asked, gently patting Augusts back.

Sam closed his notepad and got up off the bed, going to his bag. Dean took another sip of his coffee, watching his brother.

"What are you doing?" He asked him.

Sam walked back to the bed and set the notepad down, along with Johns journal. He flipped the book open and grabbed a picture out of it.

Sam then held up the picture and the drawing, comparing them.

"Dean, I know where we have to go next." Sam told dean as he turned to him.

"Where?" Dean asked.

"Back home. Back to Kansas."

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

"Alright, um...this photo was taken in front of our old house, right?" Sam asked as he walked over to Dean and August, showing Dean the picture. "The house where mom died?"

Dean took the picture and looked at it. It was an old picture of him, baby Sam, John, and Mary all together, standing in front of a tree.

"Yeah." Dean nodded, his eyes shifting to Sam.

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

"I guess so, yeah. What the hell are you talking about?"

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

"Why would you think that?" Dean asked him.

"Uh...just, um...look, just— you got to trust me on this, okay?" Sam said as he grabbed the picture and walked back to his bag, beginning to shove his things into it.

"Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa. Trust you?" Dean questioned as he stood up from his chair, August still in his arms.

"Yeah."

"You got to give me a little bit more than that." Dean told him.

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

"Well, tough. I'm not going anywhere until you do." Dean told him.

August whined a little.

Sam sighed and turned to face his brother.

"I have these nightmares."

"I've noticed."

"And sometimes they come true."

"Come again?" Dean asked.

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

"Sane people have weird dreams, man." Dean told him. "I'm sure it's just a coincidence." He turned, grabbing Augusts pacifier off the table, and gently easing it into her mouth.

"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. Now I'm dreaming about that tree, our house, and some woman inside screaming for help. I mean, that's where it all started. This has to mean something, right?" Sam said.

"I don't know." Dean shook his head after a moment.

"What do you mean you don't know, Dean?" Sam questioned him. "This woman might be in danger. I mean, this might be the thing that killed mom and Jessica."

"Alright, just slow down, would you?" Dean said, slightly raising his voice.

He then chuckled just a little.

"I mean, first you're telling me that you've got the shining...and then you tell me that I've got to go back home, especially when..." he trailed off.

"When what?" Sam asked him.

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

August made a quiet noise as she looked at Dean. He looked at her, and gently laid his head against hers.

"Look, Dean, we have to check this out." Sam stated, his tone gentle as he understood why Dean didn't want to go. "Just to make sure."

Dean looked over at him, and slightly nodded.

"I know we do."

~~~

August tried pulling her shoes off of her feet as Dean drove down the street just before pulling in front of a house and parking the car.

"You gonna be alright, man?" Sam asked him as he cut off the engine.

"Let me get back to you on that." Dean told him after a moment.

Sam got out of the impala, and Dean reluctantly followed. He opened the back door to get August, seeing she hadn't quite accomplished getting her shoes off.

The one year old grinned when she saw her father.

"Hi, sweetheart." Dean said as he unbuckled her, getting her out of her car seat.

After Dean closed the back door, the three started up towards the house, walking up the stairs. Sam knocked on the front door, and it soon opened revealing a blonde Woman.

"Yes?" She asked.

"Sorry to bother you, ma'am, but we're with the—"

"I'm Sam Winchester, this is my brother, Dean, and his daughter, August." Sam introduced them as themselves making Dean look at him. "Um...Dean and I, we used to live here. You know, we were just driving by, and we were wondering if we could see the old place."

"Winchester." The woman said quietly. "That is so funny. I-I think I found some of your photos the other night." She told them.

"You did?" Dean asked.

Jenny smiled at them and let out a soft sigh.

"Okay. Come on in." She stepped aside, letting them come into the house.

Dean still hesitated at the front door after Sam had stepped inside. August whined just a little and Dean placed his hand against her chest. She grabbed onto his thumb with her little hand as Dean finally stepped inside the house.

They walked through the hallway, following behind the woman, Jenny. They followed her into the kitchen where two kids were.

A little boy, about the age of two or maybe three was in a play pen, bouncing up and down chanting 'Juice.' A girl, about nine or ten, sat at the table doing homework.

"Thats Richie. He's kind of a juice junkie." Jenny said, going to the fridge, unlocking the child lock, and opening it, getting out the boys cup filled with juice. "But, hey, at least he won't get scurvy." She said, going to Richie and giving him his juice.

Dean slightly chuckled.

"Sari, this is Sam, Dean, and August." Jenny said to the girl at the table, coming over to her. "Sam and Dean used to live here."

"Hi." Sari smiled at them.

"Hey, Sari." Sam smiled back as Dean gave a little wave.

"So, you just moved in?" Dean asked.

"Uh, yeah, from Wichita." Jenny said.

"You got family here?" Dean asked her.

"No, I just, uh...um, needed a fresh start. That's all." Jenny nodded her head as she spoke. "So new town, new job— I mean, as soon as I find one— new house." She turned to the sink.

Dean looked down at August who had began fumbling with his amulet, but still holding his thumb with her other hand.

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

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

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

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

"Oh, that's too bad. What else?" Dean asked her.

"Um...sinks backed up. There's rats in the basement."

Dean nodded.

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to complain." Jenny apologized.

"No." Dean shook his head and gave a smile. "Have you seen the rats or just heard scratching?" He asked with a slight chuckle.

"Just the scratching, actually." Jenny stated.

Sari then looked up and turned to look at her mother.

"Mom?" She asked.

Jenny got down to the girl.

"Ask them if it was here when they lived here." She told her.

"What, Sari?" Sam asked her.

"The thing in my closet." The girl said.

"Oh, no, baby, there was nothing in their closet. Right?" Jenny said, then turned to the men.

"Right, no. No, of course not." Sam shook his head.

"She had a nightmare the other night." Jenny said.

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

Sam and Dean looked at each other.

~~~

"You hear that? A figure on fire." Sam stated to Dean as they walked down the stairs.

"And Jenny was the woman in your dreams?" Dean asked.

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

"I'm just freaked out your weirdo visions are coming true." Dean told him, bouncing August in his arms.

"Forget about that— the thing in the house, do you think it's the thing that killed mom and Jessica?" Sam questioned him.

"I don't know."

"I mean, has it come back or has it been there the whole time?"

"Maybe it's something else entirely. Sam, we don't know yet!"

"Those people are in danger, dean. We have to get them out of that house." Sam stated.

"We will." Dean said as started towards the back door.

"No, I mean now." Sam said making Dean stop and turn back to him.

"How? You got a story she's gonna believe?" Dean questioned him.

"Then what are we supposed to do?" Sam asked.

~~~

"We just got to chill out, that's all." Dean said as he stood beside the impala. "If this was any other kind of job, what would we do?"

Sam let out a breath, gently bouncing August in his arms.

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

"Exactly, except this time we already know what happened." Dean stated.

"Yeah, but how much do we know? How much do you remember?" Sam asked his brother.

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

"Yeah."

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

"You did?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, well, you never knew that?" Dean asked him.

"No." Sam slightly shook his head.

"And, uh...well, you know dads story as well as I do— mom was...was on the ceiling, and whatever put her there was long gone by the time dad found her."

"And he never had a theory about what did it?" Sam asked.

"If he did, he kept it to himself." Dean stated. "God knows we asked him enough times."

"Okay." Sam spoke after a short moment. "So, if we're gonna figure out what's going on now, we have to figure out what happened back then, see if it's the same thing." He said.

"Yeah." Dean said. "Talk to dads friends, neighbors, people who were there at the time."

Sam let out a small and quiet laugh.

"Does this feel like just another job to you?" Sam asked his brother, looking over at him.

Dean looked at him, then looked away without answering.

After a short moment of silence, Sam spoke up again.

"I think she needs to be changed. She feels wet." Sam said to Dean.

Dean sighed as Sam gave him the baby. He opened the back door, grabbing Augusts diaper bag out of the backseat.

"We'll be back in a minute." Dean said as he closed the door back, going past Sam in the direction of the bathrooms.

He took August into the family restroom, pulled out the changing station. He opened Augusts bag before laying her down, and laid a blanket over the tray.

"We're sanitary, okay?" He told the baby making her grin at him. "Hopefully, soon you'll just be potty trained." He said, laying her down.

He changed the girls diaper without any problems, which was odd because normally August would put up a fight.

Once Dean was done changing her, he picked her up, put the blanket back in the bag, threw the dirty diaper in the trash, and headed out of the bathroom with a baby in his arms, and a diaper bag over his shoulder.

Instead of going back to Sam and the car immediately, he stopped in front of the bathrooms doors, and pulled his phone out of his pocket. Dean glanced at August who was playing with his amulet.

Dean scrolled through his contacts before calling his father.

It immediately went to voicemail.

"Dad..." Dean started after the beep. "I know I've left you messages before. I don't even know if you get 'em." He cleared his throat. "But I'm with Sam and Auggie, and we're in Lawrence, and there's something in our old house." He said. "I don't know if it's the thing that killed mom or not, but...I don't know what to do." His voice broke as his eyes filled with tears.

August looked up at Dean, still holding his amulet tight in her fist.

"So, whatever you're doing, if you could get here...please." Dean said, his voice urgent. "I need your help, dad."

Dean pulled his voice away from his ear, ending his message. He slightly bit his lip, and August made a quiet noise, reaching up to her fathers face. She put her hands on Deans cheeks, covering the few tears that had slipped.

Dean gave her a small smile, hugging her tightly and pressed his head against hers.

"I love you so, so much." He told her, kissing her cheek multiple times.

August smiled and laughed, her hands going up to Deans hair, messing it up and playing with it.

Dean lightly sniffled, wiping his eyes and the rest of his tears.

~~~

"You and John Winchester, you used to own this garage together?" Dean asked the man as he gently bounced August in his arms.

"Yeah, we used to. A long time ago. Matter of fact, must be 20 years since John disappeared. So, why are the cops interested all of a sudden?" He asked them.

"Oh, we're reopening some of our unsolved cases, and Winchester disappearance is one of them." Dean nodded as he spoke.

"Uh-huh. Well, what do you want to know about John?" The man asked them.

"Whatever you remember. Whatever sticks out in your mind." Dean said.

"Well...he was a stubborn bastard. I remember that. And, uh...oh, whatever the game, he hated to lose, you know? It was that whole marine thing." The guy said. "But, uh...well, he sure loved Mary, and he doted on those kids."

"But that was before the fire." Sam stated.

"That's right." The man nodded.

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

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

"Right, but eventually— what did he say about it?" Sam asked him.

"Oh, he wasn't thinking straight. He said, uh— he said something caused the fire and killed Mary."

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

"Nothing did it. It was an accident. An electrical short in the ceiling or walls or something." The man stated.

Sam and Dean glanced at each other, then looked back to the man.

"I begged him to get some help, but..."

"But what?" Dean asked.

"Oh, it just got worse and worse." The guy said, slightly shaking his head.

"How?" Dean questioned.

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

"Palm reader? You have a name?" Dean asked him.

"No." The man scoffed.

Dean let out small sigh as Sam nodded.

~~~

"Alright, so, there are a few psychics and palm readers in town." Sam stated as he looked over a phone book. "There's someone named El Divino. There's—" he laughed. "The mysterious Mr. Fortinsky. Uh, Missouri Moseley, some dude—"

"Wait, wait— Missouri Mosley?" Dean asked.

"What?" Sam asked him.

"That's a psychic?" Dean questioned.

"Uh...yeah. Yeah, I guess so." Sam said.

Dean turned and and opened the back door.

"In dads journal..." He trailed off as he grabbed Johns journal off the seat just before August squealed, reaching for him. "Hi, sweetheart." He gently grasped her hand just before pulling away from her and turning to Sam. "Come here. Look at this." He said, opening his fathers journal.

Sam walked over beside his brother.

"First page, first sentence. Read that." Dean said, giving the book to Sam.

"I went to Missouri...and I learned the truth." Sam read, then looked up at Dean.

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

Sam chuckled.

~~~

"Look at you." Dean chuckled as he held onto Augusts hands as she stood in the floor in front of him.

August grinned at him, her baby teeth showing as she bounced up and down, holding deans fingers.

"Sam." Dean nudged his brother as August looked up at her uncle with big blue eyes.

Sam looked over at the one year old and smiled at her. August let go of one of Deans hands, and stretched it towards Sam, beginning to step towards him.

"Alright, then. Don't you worry about a thing." A woman spoke as she and a man came out of a room, making Sam look away from August to them. "Your wife is crazy about you." She chuckled.

She led the man to the door, letting him leave. Once the door was shut, she turned to the Winchesters.

"Whew! Poor bastard— his woman is cold-bangin' the gardener." She chuckled.

"Why didn't you tell him?" Dean asked with a slight chuckle as he picked August up, pulling her into his lap.

"People don't come here for the truth. They come for good news." Missouri stated.

The brothers glanced at each other.

"Well? Sam and Dean, come on already. I ain't got all day." She told them.

The brothers looked at each other again.

They followed Missouri into a room.

"Well, let me look at you." Missouri laughed as the brothers stood beside each other, August still in Deans arms. "Oh, you boys grew up handsome." She then looked at Dean. "And you were one goofy-looking kid, too."

Dean looked slightly offended as Sam chuckled.

"Oh, my goodness." Missouri spoke up again as her eyes landed on August. "Well, ain't you just the cutest?" She said as she smiled.

August grinned.

"She's a whole year old today." Dean said, gently ruffling Augusts hair.

"They grow up so fast." Missouri stated.

"You're telling me." Dean chuckled a little.

Missouri chuckled just before turning to the younger brother.

"Sam." She said, grasping onto his hand. "Oh, honey. I'm sorry about your girlfriend. And your father...he's missing?"

The brothers looked at her with wide eyes, they then looked at each other.

"How'd you know all that?" Sam asked her.

"Well, you were just thinking it, just now." Missouri stated.

Sam raised his brows at her.

"Well, where is he? Is he okay?" Dean questioned her.

"I don't know." Missouri shook her head.

"Don't know?" Dean questioned her. "You're supposed to be a psychic, right?"

Missouri furrowed her brows at him.

"Boy, you see me sawing some bony tramp in half? You think I'm a magician?" She questioned him. "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 told him.

Dean swallowed thickly as Sam chuckled.

"Sit! Please." She told them.

The brothers sat down on the couch, and Dean set August on his lap.

"Boy, you put your foot on my coffee table, I'm gonna whack you with a spoon." Missouri threatened Dean.

"I didn't do anything." Dean stated.

"Well, you were thinking about it." She said.

Sam laughed and August did the same, clapping her hands. She didn't understand what happened, but Missouri's tone towards her father was funny to her.

"Okay, so..." Sam started. "Our dad. When did you first meet him?"

"He came for a reading a few days after the fire." Missouri started. "I just told him what was really out there in the dark. I guess you could say I drew back the curtains for him."

"What about the fire?" Dean asked as August fiddled with his fingers. "Do you know about what killed our mom?"

"A little. Your daddy took me to your house. He was hoping I could sense the echoes, the fingerprints of this thing."

"And could you?" Sam asked her.

"I don't..." Missouri slightly shook her head.

"What was it?" Sam asked.

"I don't know, but it was evil." Missouri stated.

The brothers looked at each other.

~~~

"So, you think somethings back in that house?" Missouri asked them.

"Definitely." Sam nodded.

"I don't understand." She said as she sat down on the couch.

"What?" Sam asked.

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

"I don't know. But dad going missing and Jessica dying and now this house— all happening at once— it just feels like somethings starting." Sam stated.

"Well, thats a comforting thought." Dean said sarcastically as he gently laid his hand on Augusts head.

~~~

Dean knocked on the front door to the house, and it opened within a few moments, revealing Jenny, holding Richie in her arms.

"Sam, Dean, what are you doing here?" Jenny asked them, seeming out of breath.

"Hey, Jenny. Um, this is our friend Missouri." Sam introduced Missouri who stood next to them.

"If it's not too much trouble, we were hoping to show her the house, for old times sake." Dean said, gently patting Augusts back as he bounced her in his arms.

"No, you know, this isn't a good time. I'm kind of busy." Jenny said as she went to shut the door.

"Listen, Jenny, it's important— ow!" Dean was interrupted by Missouri smacking him on the back of the head.

August squealed and laughed, clapping her hands.

"Give the poor girl a break. Can't you see she's upset?" Missouri said to Dean. "Forgive this boy. He means well. He's just not the sharpest tool in the shed. But hear me out." She said to Jenny.

Dean raised his brows at the woman.

"About what?" Jenny asked.

"About this house." Missouri stated.

"What are you talking about?"

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

"Who are you?" Jenny asked.

"We're people who can help, who can stop this thing, but you're gonna have to trust us just a little." Missouri said.

Jenny looked between them.

~~~

Dean let out a small sigh as he walked into, what used to be his room. He looked down at August who was looking around with wide blue eyes.

"This used to be my room." He quietly told her.

August looked up at him, and grinned, reaching up for his face. Dean smiled at her as she touched his cheek.

Dean looked back to the bedroom, slightly biting his lip.

He remembered exactly how it used to look. He remembered where the bed was. The dresser. He remembered Army men being lined up on his nightstand, along with some matchbox cars.

He inhaled deeply and turned, going out of the room, and finding Sam and Missouri in the hallway.

They then walked into another room.

"If there's a dark energy around here, this room should be the center of it." Missouri stated as they walked into the room.

"Why?" Sam asked.

"This used to be your nursery, Sam." Missouri said as she looked at him. "This is where it all happened."

August started to whine in Deans arms making him look at her, his daddy senses immediately tingling, and telling him something was wrong.

"What's the matter, Auggie?" He quietly asked her as he hummed, bouncing her in his arms.

He followed her blue eyes towards the ceiling, and he clenched his jaw, hearing the faint sound of fire in his head. His eyes watered slightly and he looked away from the ceiling, the exact spot his mother had been pinned. Dean looked back down at August who was looking around the room, still quietly whining.

"It's okay, babe." He told her, gently kissing her cheek.

"I don't know if you boys should be disappointed or relieved, but this ain't the thing that took your mom." Missouri spoke up making the brothers look at her.

"Are you sure?" Sam asked her.

Missouri just nodded.

"How do you know?" Sam questioned.

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

"What is it?" Dean asked as Missouri went to the closet, opening the doors.

"Not it...them." She said, stepping inside the closet before coming back out. "There's more than one spirit in this place." She said.

"What are they doing here?" Dean asked her.

"They're here because of what happened to your family." Missouri stated as she came over to them. "You see, all those years ago, real evil came to you. It walked this house. That kind of evil leaves wounds, and sometimes wounds get infected."

"I don't understand." Sam slightly shook his head.

"This place is a magnet for paranormal energy." Missouri stated and looked around. "It's attracted a poltergeist— a nasty one— and it won't rest until Jenny and her babies are dead."

Dean looked down at August, his grip tightening around her.

"You said there was more than one spirit." Sam stated.

"There is." Missouri nodded, and went back into the closet. "I just can't quite make out the second one." She walked back out of the closet.

"Well, one things for damn sure—" Dean started. "Nobody's dying in this house ever again. So, whatever is here, how do we stop it?" He asked the woman.

Missouri looked between the brothers.

~~~

August babbled against Sam's chest as they stood at a table with a bunch of herbs and other things on it.

"So, what is all this stuff anyway?" Dean asked as he sat at the table.

"Angelica root, van van oil, crossroad dirt, a few other odds and ends." Missouri stated.

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

August laughed as Sam playfully gasped at her, holding her up on the table.

"We're gonna put them inside the walls in the north, south, east, west corners on each floor of the house." Missouri said as she sat down in a chair at the table.

"Punching holes in the drywall— Jennys gonna love that." Dean said sarcastically, looking over at August and Sam.

"She'll live." Missouri stated.

"And this will destroy the spirits?" Sam asked.

"It should." Missouri nodded. "It should purify the house completely. We'll each take a floor, but we work fast."

As Missouri was speaking, Dean licked one of the ingredients on the table, but immediately spat it back out as he instantly regretted that decision.

"Once the spirits realize what we're up to, things are gonna get bad." Missouri told them.

August made a quiet noise.

~~~

"Careful." Missouri said as Jenny and her kids walked down the steps.

"Look, I— you know, I'm not sure I'm comfortable leaving you guys here alone." Jenny told her.

"Just take your kids to the movie or something, and it'll be over by the time you get back." Missouri said. "Okay."

Jenny nodded and led her kids to the car while Missouri walked back up the steps into the house.

Dean let out a small sigh as he moved the things on the kitchen counter. August laid in her carrier on the table, kicking her feet to rock it.

Dean started knocking on the wall to feel for the hollow area, and once he found it, he started to break the wall with his axe.

August noticed a drawer starting to open on its own, and she smiled, giggling and clapping her hands.

Dean couldn't help but smile just a little, but he didn't look at the baby.

August started babbling as Knives began coming out of the drawer. Dean stopped what he was doing as he was about to put the little bag in the hole in the wall, he turned his head and dropped just in time as a knife went flying at his head.

It got stuck in the cabinet.

Dean quickly grabbed Augusts carrier off the kitchen table and brought it down into the floor with him, just before flipping the table over onto its side and using it as a shield as more knives began flying at them, piercing through the wood.

Augusts' giggles turned into whines as she began to feel the negative and bad energy filling the room.

As soon as Dean could, he grabbed the handle of Augusts carrier, and picked her up before grabbing the bag and shoving it into wall, then running out of the room.

He rushed down the hallways and into the room where Sam had been, only to find him on the floor with a lamp cord around his neck, choking him.

"Sam!" Dean yelled and rushed into the room, setting the carrier on the floor and rushing to help his brother. "Sam!" He tried pulling the cord off of him, but it wasn't budging.

Dean turned and grabbed the bag on the floor. He rushed to the wall, where Sam hadn't been able to break a hole into it yet, so Dean started kicking the wall, making a hole, then throwing the bag into it.

The room lit up with a bright light, then it went away, and the house went quiet.

August whined, reaching for her father.

Dean rushed to Sam who was wheezing.

"Come on." He muttered, pulling Sam up into a sitting position and pulling the cord off over his head.

Sam let his head fall against his big brothers shoulder as Dean pat his back, letting him catch his breath.

~~~

The three adults stood in the kitchen where it was a big mess. Glass was broken all over the floor, food had been slung out of the fridge and cabinets.

"Are you sure this is over?" Sam asked Missouri.

"I'm sure." Missouri said, turning to look at him. "Why? Why do you ask?"

"No, never mind." Sam shook his head. "It's nothing, I guess." He sighed.

Dean looked to August who was dozing in her carrier with her pacifier in her mouth.

They heard the front door open and close, then the lights turned on.

"Hello?" Jenny called out. "We're home." She said as they came into the kitchen, but slowed to a stop when they saw the mess. "What— what happened?"

"Hi. Sorry. Um, we'll— we'll pay for all of this." Sam told her.

"Don't you worry." Missouri started to Jenny. "Deans gonna clean up this mess."

Dean looked at the woman.

She looked back at him.

"Well, what are you waiting for, boy? Get the mop." She told him.

Dean looked away from her, furrowing his brows a little like a little kid who just got told to go do his chores.

"And don't cuss at me." Missouri scolded him.

Dean took a double-take at her.

Missouri raised her brows at him, Dean huffed and walked off to retrieve the mop.

~~~

Dean gently rubbed Augusts back as they walked out of the house, Dean helped Missouri down the stairs with a free hand.

They then turned to look at a Jenny who stood in the doorway. She waved them off and they turned, walking away.

After taking Missouri home, Sam insisted on coming back to the house, just to watch over it. He felt like there was still something there. It was a gut feeling, and he had learned to trust that feeling.

"So, tell me again— what are we still doing here?" Dean asked as he gently stroked Augusts hair as she laid against his chest.

"I don't know, I-I just— I still have a bad feeling." Sam told him.

"Why? Missouri did her whole Zelda Rubinstein thing. The house should be clean. This should be over." Dean stated, not really caring to keep his voice down because he had taken Augusts hearing aids out.

"Yeah, probably, but I just want to make sure. That's all." Sam stated.

Dean sighed and laid back in the seat.

"Yeah, well, the problem is I could be sleeping in a bed right now, and Auggie should be in her crib, safe and sound with her blanket and a pillow behind her little head." He stated.

Sam gave him a look.

"Dean." He said, making his brother look at him. "Blanket." He gestured to the baby's blanket that was wrapped around her little body. "Pillow." He gestured to Dean. "Asleep." He gestured to August, who was sound asleep against Deans chest with her pacifier in her mouth.

"Haha. You're so funny." Dean said sarcastically, squinting at Sam.

Sam smirked ever so slightly just before Dean laid his head back against the seat.

Sam's smirk fell as he saw Jenny in the window, screaming and pounding on it.

"Dean. Dean!" He said.

Dean raised his head back up, looking where Sam was looking. Sam quickly got out of the car, and Dean quickly put August in her carrier that was in the middle front seat.

He didn't have time to buckle her into it, so he didn't, and he just got out of the car, running after Sam.

August was still asleep.

"You grab the kids, I'll get Jenny." Dean told his brother as they ran across the road towards the house.

They ran up to the door and kicked it in, rushing inside.

Dean ran to Jenny's bedroom, finding the door closed and locked shut.

"Jenny!" He yelled.

"I can't open the door!" Jenny yelled.

"Stand back!" Dean told her.

Jenny backed away from the door and Dean kicked it in.

"Come on!" He told her.

"No, my kids!" She said.

"Sam's got your kids. Come on." He took her hand and pulled her out of the room.

After Sam had gotten Richie, he rushed to Sari's room where there stood a figure in flames, standing in front of the girls bed as she cried, yelling at it.

Sam covered Richies head and rushed into the room.

"Come here. Don't look, don't look." Sam told the little girl as he picked her up off of her bed.

Sam then rushed out of the room with the two kids in his arms.

Dean and Jenny got outside, but Sam didn't come out.

Sam stopped at the bottom of the stairs and put the kids down.

"Sari, take your brother outside as fast as you can and don't look back." Sam told the girl, getting down to her level.

Sari's eyes then widened as Sam was grabbed by his ankles and dragged down the hallway.

Sari screamed and grabbed her brother, running out of the house.

Sari and Richie ran out of the house, and Jenny ran to them.

"Are you okay, baby?" She cried, picking Richie up.

"Sari, where's Sam?" Dean asked the little girl as Sam still hadn't come out of the house.

"He's inside. Somethings got him." Sari told him.

Dean looked to the front door of the house as it slammed shut.

Dean turned and ran to the impala, getting a shotgun and an axe out of the trunk. He closed it, and ran back across the street that was now filled with some neighbors.

Dean ran up to the front door, out of breath, but he wouldn't stop until he got his brother.

Sam was pinned against the wall, then thrown across the room into the cabinets, shattering the glass.

He fell onto the floor and groaned. He then managed to get up, but then he was thrown into the wall again, being pinned there.

He tried fighting against it, but it was too strong.

"Sam!" Dean yelled as he finally broke through the door.

The fiery figure then walked into the room in front of Sam, walking towards him.

Dean then finally got into the house.

"Sam?! Sam!" He yelled, coming into the room and seeing the figure.

He stepped in front of Sam, and aimed the shotgun at the thing.

"No, don't! Don't!" Sam said.

"What? Why?" Dean questioned him.

"Because I know who it is." Sam said. "I can see her now."

Dean furrowed his brows a little.

The fire faded, and was replaced by Mary Winchester.

Their mother.

Deans stern and mean expression fell, along with his shotgun.

He stared at his mother, his eyes filling with tears.

"Mom." He spoke.

Mary stepped towards her oldest son.

"Dean." She smiled.

Deans lip slightly quivered.

His eyes never left the woman as she walked past him, going to Sam who was still pinned to the wall.

"Sam." She said as Sam held back his tears.

Sam let out a teary chuckle.

"I'm sorry." Mary apologized to him.

"F-for what?" Sam slightly shook his head as much as he could.

Dean only looked away from his mother when he heard another voice behind him.

"Dean?"

He turned and saw a woman standing behind him.

Deans tears threatened to fall as he inhaled a deep breath.

"Delilah." He said, his voice shaking.

"Hi." She smiled as she stepped towards him.

Dean was shaking, trying not to cry, but it was so hard.

Delilah looked over him.

"August." She spoke. "How is she?" She looked up, meeting Deans eyes which only made him want to cry even more.

"G-good. She's good." Dean nodded, his tears finally falling. "She's really good." He cried.

Delilah gave a soft smile.

"Give my baby a kiss for me, okay?" Delilah told Dean.

Dean nodded.

"I will."

Delilah raised her hand, putting it on Deans cheek.

Dean leaned into her touch as his tears streamed down his cheeks.

Delilah leaned forwards, giving Dean a soft kiss on the lips before pulling away.

"I love you." She told him.

"I love you, too." Dean nodded. "So, so much."

"I know." Delilah nodded her head just a little.

She gave Dean a smile, then pulled away from him, looking to Mary who was softly smiling at them.

Mary then looked up at the ceiling, walking away from Sam.

"You, get out of my house. And let go of my son." She spoke just before bursting into flames.

Sam and Dean both winced from the bright light. The flames then disappeared, and so did Delilah.

Sam let out a breath as he was released from the wall.

"Mom?" Dean quietly asked, looking around for the woman, she was gone. "Delilah?" He asked, but she was gone too.

Dean looked at Sam.

"Now it's over." He said.

Dean looked at the floor.

~~~

Dean stood by the impala with August in the harness strapped to his chest as he looked through the pictures Jenny had given back to them.

August made a noise as she reached for one of the pictures.

"Thanks for these." Dean thanked Jenny as he pulled the pictures away from Augusts' reach.

"Don't thank me. They're yours." Jenny stated.

Dean put the pictures back in the box, and put the box in the back seat beside Augusts car seat.

"Well, there are no spirits in there anymore, this time for sure." Missouri said to Sam as she came out of the house.

Sam was sitting on the steps, she sat next to him.

"Not even my mom?" Sam asked.

"No." Missouri shook her head.

Sam glanced at the ground, then looked back up at the woman.

"And Delilah?" He asked, almost hesitant to.

Missouri looked to Dean and August who were talking to Jenny. She looked back to Sam, and shook her head.

"Sam, I'm sorry." She apologized to him as his eyes filled with tears.

"For what?" Sam asked.

"You sensed it was here, didn't you?" She asked him. "Even when I couldn't."

"What's happening to me?" He asked her.

"I know I should have all the answers, but...I don't know." Missouri shook her head.

"Sam, you ready?" Dean called out to his brother.

Dean said bye to Jenny as Sam and Missouri made their way down the steps. Missouri stopped beside Jenny as Sam made his way to the car.

"Don't you boys be strangers." She told them.

"We won't." Dean told her as he took August out of the harness, opening the back door.

"See you around." Missouri smiled.

Dean put the baby in the impala as Sam got into the passenger seat of the car. Dean buckled August in as she laughed and smiled at him, he smiled back at her.

He leaned to her, kissing her forehead, letting it linger for a moment.

"For mommy." He told her.

August giggled, clapping her hands.

Dean sniffled and pulled away from the girl, ruffling her hair just before closing the door and getting into the drivers seat.

Dean turned on the engine of the impala, put it in drive, and pulled away from the house, speeding down the road.

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