Odessa was feeling exceptionally sullen and the young warrior's indicative gloom was apparent throughout the lengthy journey. The Winchesters attempted pursue an unpleasant conversation and arise her notorious, glistening grin, but their endeavor was overlooked by her. They hadn't known what altered the Guardian's behavior, merely after their discussion of informing Odessa of the situation of visiting their re-built family home was when she grew suddenly distant. She remained hushed as the miles elapsed.

            As Dean explained the awaiting expedition with a strained and indescribable keenness, Odessa's obscure memories were involuntarily disclosed. Dean spoke of his mother with an intensity of yearning and acrimony of the unknown. The passion Dean expressed when speaking merely reemerged the emotions Odessa desperately attempted to stash. Before her encounter with Sam and Dean, she wasn't entirely certain how she managed to rise every morning. Odessa sobbed atop her motel bedroom's stained duvets. 

            Moira was a glorious woman and an exceptional Guardian, though Moira chose a contrasting route from her daughter. Odessa came to the conclusion that she was essential on the battlefield. Moira was required within the Organization of The Elite's marble walls, having the harmony and uniformity between law and rebellion remain balanced. Odessa's mother was widely respected throughout the Elite, Connoisseurs, and the Council. Her mother strode the pathways with cultivated beauty and dignity. Moira was possibly the most beautiful woman Odessa'd ever seen. 

            Drexel's grin was slick and ominous, tarnished by obscurity which often culminated people cowering farthest away from his viewpoint. Drexel was one of the several Connoisseurs who were properly qualified to teach the history of Guardianship and contained sufficient knowledge of modern education. Despite his extraordinarily high ranking and uncommon display of adoration for Moira, Drexel was possibly the most terrifying man Odessa'd ever seen.

            Costello was unquestionably more reserved and solitary compared with Odessa, something he'd grown accustomed with as he aged, and he was indecisive with his approaching destiny. Although Costello was skilled with his choice of weaponry, he explored his interests in a variety of propositions. Odessa could draw forth a memory of his explanation about his distaste with incorporating with the Elite, he simply wasn't prepared for the battlefield. 

            Odessa indistinctly flinched as Dean tenderly hauled her body against his torso, wrapping his forearm across her back. His firm embrace was comforting and soothing, his calloused palm enwrapped around her shoulder and reassuringly squeezed. Odessa inhaled deeply as the three ambled towards the porch and doorway. She attempted to imagine a miniature Dean with his mother and father before he was unwillingly enforced in the hunting lifestyle. Sam was merely a baby when the event happened, therefore her imagination thrived with images of an adorable Sammy. 

            The door swiftly opened and an attractive blonde with pale skin appeared. "Yes?" She questioned with a feeble voice. Her dark, azure eyes flickered from Odessa's face to both brothers. Dean instantaneously began speaking aloud the lie conjured within seconds, only to be interrupted from Sam urgent tone. "I'm Sam Winchester and this is my brother, Dean. This is Odessa," He introduced, ignoring the puzzled facial expressions from them. "We used to live here. You know, we were just driving by, and we were wondering if we could see the old place."

            The blonde's apprehension demolished as a wide grin replaced as she muttered an incoherent word. "That is so funny. I think I found some of your photos the other night." She said. Dean released his grasp on Odessa as he furrowed his eyebrows. 

            "You did?" The blonde sighed, pursing her mouth into a thin line. She glanced over her shoulder before stepping back. 

            "Okay, come on in." She said as she guided them through the pile of boxes and into the kitchen, where a child with an uncanny resemblance of the woman repeatedly hopped, exclaiming his need for juice. "That's Richie," She informed, meaning the child. She opened their white fridge and handed him a bottle. "He's kind of a juice junkie. But, hey, at lease he won't get scurvy." Richie jumping came to a halt as he happily sipped his juice. Odessa faintly grinned at the sight.

            "Sari, this is Sam, Dean, and Odessa. They used to live here." Sari, who also resembled the woman, timidly responded with a meek 'hi'. Odessa waved as she feigned a smile in response. She glanced around the room. Again, she attempted to imagine Dean as he patiently sat for his peanut butter and jelly sandwich, which lacked crust. She remembered Sam explaining Dean once told him their mother cut the crust of the bread. 

            Stuffing her palms in her pockets, Odessa smacked her tongue against her teeth. "Have you just moved in? Where from?" 

            The blonde mother looked upwards at the Guardian. "Uh, yeah, from Wichita," Dean swiftly asked if she had family around the area, to which she strangely responded, "No, I just, needed a fresh start, that's all. So, new town, new job-I mean as soon as I find one. New house." Odessa leisurely nodded, eyes widening as she peered down the wooden flooring, uncertain on how to react to her ramblings. 

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

            The blonde halted as she pivoted to face them, "Well, with all due respect to your childhood home, I mean, I'm sure you have lots of happy memories here, but this place has its issues." She replied as she placed the glass cup in the sink.

            "What do you mean?" Sam questioned with furrowed brows.

            Settling her palm on her hip, she responded sharply. "Well, it's just getting old, like, the wiring, you know? We've got flickering lights almost hourly," Odessa couldn't help but notice how many times the woman said the term 'well' in a single conversation. Dean asked another question. "Sink's backed up. There's rats in the basement." Noticing their bland expressions, she paused and grimaced. 

            "I'm sorry. I don't mean to complain." As Dean and the woman conversed, Odessa scrutinized her daughter with an intense curiosity. Sari, who hadn't continued writing since the three entered their home, gazed off into the distance, seemingly distracted by the conversation. There was an indescribable glaze in Sari's eyes. "Mom, ask them if it was here when they lived here." 

             "If what was here?" Odessa asked with a gentle tone.

             Sari peered heavenwards at the towering men. "The thing in my closet." The woman was hasty to dismiss Sari's worries as merely a nightmare. "I wasn't dreaming. It came into my bedroom, and it was on fire." Odessa's eyes widened as she glimpsed towards the brothers with concern for the two.

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            Odessa, who was certain she was gradually decaying from her self-withering boredom, granted her golden snake to slither through the crevices of her fingers. Normally, she'd never reveal her whip's true form in such a public location, but her sluggish inactivity was indispensable and needed to be dealt with. Dean smacked the magazine atop the heap of several other magazines, and settled his chin against his palm. Sam, whose gaze was directed towards the wall ahead, fiddled with his lengthy fingers. The woman's vehement enthusiasm gathered their attention and Odessa hastily stopped her snake's movements. "All right, then. Don't you worry about a thing. Your wife is crazy about you," She stated with a breathless chuckle as she guided him out the room. "Whew, poor bastard. His woman is cold-bangin' the gardener."

           Dean's amusement was evident, with his erupted smirk, as he questioned her. "Why didn't you tell him?" The darker-skinned woman, who Odessa assumed was Missouri, furrowed her eyebrows as she peered over her shoulder, her tone was flabbergasted. "People don't come here for the truth. They come for good news," She inched forwards, only to return to her original position. "Well? Sam, Dean, Odessa, come on already. I ain't got all day." Odessa looked over at the brothers with a shocked expression before hurriedly standing to her feet, and following the woman.

           With wide grin, she examined the Winchesters. "Well, let me look at you," She guffawed loudly as she settled her palms on her hips. "Oh, you boys grew up handsome. And you were one goofy-looking kid, too." Odessa laughed as she eagerly watched the older lady gripped Sam's hand and her joyous expression demolished, transforming into a distinct somber look. "Oh, honey, I'm sorry about your girlfriend. And your father—he's missing?"

            Odessa stepped forward abruptly, any form of delight was gone, and folded her arms across her chest. "How'd you know all that?" She questioned, momentarily revealing her aggressive tone. 

            "Well, he was just thinking it, just now." 

            Dean eagerly asked her if his father was okay. "I don't know." She answered truthfully.

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

            Missouri jerked her head, seemingly offended by Dean's impolite remark. She scrunched her eyebrows together, "Boy, you see me sawing some bony tramp in half? You think I'm a magician," She asked curtly. Dean's mouth opened and closed repeatedly, unable to spur a proper response. "I may be able to read thoughts and sense energies in a room, but I can't just pull facts out of thin air. Sit! Please." Odessa couldn't restrain the smug smile tugging at the corners of her crimson-stained lips. Squeezing herself between Sam and Dean, Odessa propped her elbow on her knee, and awaited for the next scenario. 

           Missouri jutted her index finger furiously in Dean's direction. "Boy, you put your foot on my coffee table, I'm gonna wack you with a spoon," Dean was swift to deny her allegations. "Well, you were thinking about it." Sam and Odessa shared a look of amusement once more before he returned to the matter at hands. 

            "Our father. When did you first meet him?" The conversation altered as Dean asked if she knew any information of the thing that murdered their mother. Odessa quickly suggested they bring Missouri inside the home. They agreed and they soon left and drove to the household.

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            Odessa exhaled discernibly as she settled the diverse bowls languidly, unfamiliar with the contrasting ingredients suffusing the glass. Sam and Dean were talking with Missouri of the energies swirling inside the household, and Odessa hadn't wanted to linger around them and doing nothing considered useful. She was having difficulty roaming the hallways alone. Odessa felt as if her every movement was being observed by the entities, therefore she was relieved when Missouri trudged down the stairwell with Sam and Dean trailing her.

            "So, what is all this stuff anyway?" Dean asked as he dribbled grounded leaves on the cloth with a tender nature. Odessa watched intently as his slender fingers moved amiably. The sunlight that seeped through the curtains of the room cascaded across his skin, giving him a golden aura and displayed the multiple freckles scattered on his nose. "Angelica root, Van Van oil, crossroad dirt, a few other odds and ends." Missouri replied, pausing as she glanced towards a distracted Odessa, who hadn't removed her gaze from Dean.

            Dean, who apparently hasn't noticed Odessa surveying, continued making the items Missouri demanded. "Yeah, what are we supposed to do with it?" Odessa blinked repeatedly, shaking her head softly from her dazed phase. Averting her attention elsewhere, the young Guardian peered through her lashes as Missouri responded. "We're gonna put them inside the walls in the north, south, east, west corners of on each floor of the house." 

            Settling her chin on her palm, Odessa snorted unattractively. "Punching holes in her newly bought home, I'm sure Jenny's going to love that." Missouri glanced upwards from where she was sitting, and muttered something Odessa couldn't catch. 

            "And this will destroy the spirits?" 

            Missouri responded with soft tone. "It should," She said, "It should purify the house completely. We'll each take a floor, but we work fast. Once the spirits realize what we're up to, things are gonna get bad." 

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            Odessa was sprawled across the Impala's backseat as she attempted to bury the resurfacing images of her mother and father's skin being slashed by the imperceptible hellhounds. She wasn't entirely sure why Sam demanded they remain by Jenny's home for the night, but as soon as Sam exclaimed Dean's name with such panic, her senses were sharpened as the adrenaline pumped through her veins. Odessa hadn't bothered for the stains on her boots as she rushed inside Jenny's home and traveled into Sari's room alongside Sam. She ignored the warmth as the figure inched near her and dashed in Sari's direction. 

            She clutched Sari firmly as she sprinted down the stairwell and released the girl, patiently waiting for Sam's return with Richie. However, she never saw Sam descend the stairs because she was roughly tossed against the wall, her head smashing against the glass picture frames. Odessa groaned as she collided with the wooden flooring and darkness consumed her consciousness. 

(A/N: Hey! I hoped you enjoyed this chapter! If they're grammatical errors, please notify me. Thank you so much for reading and have a great day/night)