True to his word I was out of the hospital two days later. I had to carry these EpiPen things with me now though, Dean had one in his pocket and so did Sam. We had left Oklahoma as soon as we could. We were crashing in another motel when Sam couldn't stop drawing on a notepad. "All right, I've been cruising some websites, I found a few candidates for our next gig." Dean was saying as he scrolled through another website on the laptop. He sipped his coffee, "A fishing trawler found off the coast of Cali, its crew vanished, and we got some cow mutilations in West Texas..." Sam didn't seem to be paying attention, "Hey!" Dean called, "Am I boring you with this hunting evil stuff?" Dean asked after Sam finally looked in our direction. "No. I'm listening. Keep going," he told us as he glanced back at the notepad. Dean tapped his pen against a notepad, "And, here, a Sacramento man shot himself in the head. Three times. Any of these things blowin' up your skirt, pal?" Dean asked as he waved his hand around in Sam's general direction as he said the last sentence. Sam continued to stare at the motel's notepad. "Wait. I've seen this," he seemed to come to a realization. Now Dean and I were both confused, "Seen what?" Sam only got up and started digging through one of Dean's duffles. "What are you doing?" Dean asked as Sam took out Dad's journal. He flipped it open and started digging through one of the pockets, taking out a picture. "Dean, I know where we have to go next," Sam sounded like he'd just ran a marathon. That or he was just really excited with whatever he'd found. Dean and I were still equally confused, "Where?" he and I asked at the same time. "Jynx," I muttered, "You owe me a book," Dean shot me a look before looking back at Sam, "Where?" Dean asked again. "Back home –- back to Kansas," I hadn't even been to Kansas before, I knew Dean wouldn't take us there. Even Dad turned down all the cases there. "Okay, random. Where'd that come from?" Sam practically ran over to Dean and I, showing us the photo, "All right, um, this photo was taken in front of our old house, right? The house where Mom died?" I looked at the picture, it was of Dad, Dean, baby Sam, and a woman I guessed was Dean's mom. "Yeah," Dean confirmed as he looked up from the picture. "And it didn't burn down, right? I mean, not completely, they rebuilt it, right?" What was Sam getting at? "I guess so, yeah. What the hell are you talkin' about?" Dean seemed to agree with me. "Okay, look, this is gonna sound crazy but....the people who live in our old house –- I think they might be in danger," Sam wouldn't look at Dean or me, instead focusing on the floor. "Why would you think that?" Dean was leaning on the table, the photo still in hand. "Uh...it's just, um....look, just trust me on this, okay?" Sam asked, sounding nervous. "Wait, whoa, whoa, trust you?" Dean asked, eyebrow raised. Sam got up and darted back to the journal, "Yeah," Sam said, like what he was asking for was nothing. Dean and I got up and followed him, "That's not how we work Sammy," I told him. "Yeah, come on, man, that's weak. You gotta give us a little bit more than that," Dean expanded on my point. "I can't really explain it is all," Sam was stuttering, why was he so nervous? Around us? "Well, tough. I'm not goin' anywhere until you do," Dean used his stern voice, crossing his arms as Sam sighed, "I have these nightmares," he started slowly. "I've noticed," Dean said with a nod. "And sometimes....they come true," Sam said quietly, staring at the bed. Dean looked shocked, "Come again?" I agree, why were we just finding this out. "Look, Dean....I dreamt about Jessica's death –- for days before it happened," Sam looked at Dean. "Sam, people have weird dreams, man. I'm sure it's just a coincidence," Dean tried to reason as he sat on the bed. I stole his chair by the computer. Sam kept insisting, "No, I dreamt about the blood dripping, her on the ceiling, the fire, everything, and I didn't do anything about it 'cause I didn't believe it. And now I'm dreaming about that tree, about our house, and about some woman inside screaming for help. I mean, that's where it all started, man, this has to mean something, right?" Sam voice got faster and faster as he spoke. "I don't know," for once, Dean sounded like he didn't know what to do. Dean never sounded like that... "What do you mean you don't know, Dean? This woman might be in danger. I mean, this might even be the thing that killed Mom and Jessica!" Sam raised his voice, I brought my feet up onto the chair in front of me and hugged my knees. Dean started to get defensive, "All right, just slow down, would ya?" He told Sam as he started to pace, "I mean, first you tell me that you've got the Shining? And then you tell me that I've gotta go back home? Especially when...." Dean trailed off, looking like he was about to cry. "When what?" Sam asked, starting to get quieter. "When I swore to myself that I would never go back there?" It sounded more like a question, but Dean looked as sad as he sounded. I decided to let the two of them play this out. "Look, Dean, we have to check this out. Just to make sure," Sam kept pushing. Dean sighed, "I know we do."

We left the motel not even an hour later, Dean stopped by McDonald's for breakfast before we left town. Dean had ACDC playing softly over the radio, "Chris, Sammy and I were talking," Dean started, I turned my head away from the window to look at him. "We're thinking about putting you in school when we go on cases," I frowned, "Why?" why did I need to go to school? Dean taught me everything I needed. I didn't need what school taught me anyway, it wouldn't help me. "Because you're smart and you'd probably be boosted up to like first or second grade," Sam told me, turning to look at me. I blinked a couple times, "But why?" Being homeschooled was turning out fine, why did I need to go to regular school? "Chris, if you go to school I won't have to worry about teaching you everything. You can go be a snot-nosed little brat with a bunch of other ones," Dean said the last part teasingly. "But you're not going right away, we need to find a bit longer of a case before we do that," Sam told me, turning to look into the backseat again. I gave a small, "Okay," before the car was filled with silence and the ACDC on the radio.

"You gonna be all right, man?" Sam asked as Dean parked the car. "Let me get back to you on that," Dean didn't take his eyes off the house as he spoke. Sam got out first while Dean got me out of the back seat. "Let's get this over with short stack," Dean muttered as he picked me up. Sam knocked had knocked on the door by the time Dean and I had gotten there, a blonde woman answered the door, "Yes?" she sounded cautious. "Sorry to bother you, ma'am, but we're with the Federal—" Dean started, but Sam cut him off, "I'm Sam Winchester, and this is my brother, Dean and my little sister Chris. We used to live here. You know, we were just drivin' by, and we were wondering if we could come see the old place," Sam told her with a sheepish smile. "Winchester. Yeah, that's so funny. You know, I think I found some of your photos the other night," the woman informed, the caution in her tone disappeared. "You did?" Dean sounded shocked, the woman nodded and stepped aside, "Come on in," she invited. Sam stepped in first, Dean followed. She brought us to the kitchen, there was a girl, doing what looked like homework, at the table and a toddler jumping around a playpen. "Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice!" the toddler chanted as he jumped. "That's Ritchie. He's kind of a juice junkie," the woman informed as she opened the fridge and took out a sippy cup, handing it to Ritchie. "But, hey, at least he won't get scurvy," she joked before walking over to the girl, "Sari, this is Sam and Dean. They used to live here," the woman informed the girl, Sari. "Hi," was all the girl said as she looked up at us. Dean gave a small wave. "Hey, Sari," Sam greeted, Dean didn't give her time to respond, "So, you just moved in?" The woman nodded her head, "Yeah, from Wichita," she took a few steps closer to us. "You got family here, or....?" Dean trailed off, "No. I just, uh....needed a fresh start, that's all. So, new town, new job –- I mean, as soon as I find one. New house," she told us, looking around the kitchen. "So, how you likin' it so far?" Sam questioned. "Well, uh, all due respect to your childhood home –- I mean, I'm sure you had lots of happy memories here," Dean gave a weak smile as he put me on the floor, I grabbed his hand. "But this place has its issues," she finished. Sam looked confused, "What do you mean?" Jenny sighed, picking up a dish towel, "Well, it's just getting old. Like the wiring, you know? We've got flickering lights almost hourly," she said, sounding tired. "Oh, that's too bad. What else?" Dean didn't sound very sympathetic. "Um...sink's backed up, there's rats in the basement," she trailed off, leaning against the sink, "I'm sorry. I don't mean to complain," she gave a sheepish smile. "No. Have you seen the rats or have you just heard scratching?" Dean asked, I knew what he was going for. "It's just the scratching, actually," she was absently playing with the towel in her hands. Sari suddenly stopped her work and looked up, "Mom?" the woman walked over to her and crouched, "Ask them if it was here when they lived here," Sari asked quietly. "What, Sari?" Sam asked, we all focused on her. "The thing in my closet," the way she said it made it sound nonchalant. "Oh, no, baby, there was nothing in their closets," the mom turned to us, "Right?" Sam nodded his head, "Right. No, no, of course not," he assured her. "She had a nightmare the other night," the woman told us as she stood back up. Something in Sari seemed to snap, "I wasn't dreaming. It came into my bedroom –- and it was on fire," she told her mother. I could feel Dean's hand tense in mine. "It was just a nightmare," her mother assured her, Sari looked like she wanted to argue, but went back to her homework. "Can I get you guys anything?" the woman looked back at us as she asked. Dean shook his head, "No, I think we're gonna get out of your hair and get some lunch," Dean told her. The woman nodded her head and showed us to the door, "Oh, my name's Jenny by the way," she told us as we stood on her doorstep. She closed the door when Dean picked me up again, "You hear that? A figure on fire," Sam was walking backwards he was so excited. "And that woman, Jenny, that was the woman in your dreams?" Dean asked. Sam nodded his head, "Yeah. And you hear what she was talking about? Scratching, flickering lights, both signs of a malevolent spirit," Sam told him eagerly. "Yeah, well, I'm just freaked out that your weirdo visions are comin' true," Dean snapped. Sam's demeanor changed, "Well, forget about that for a minute. The thing in the house, do you think it's the thing that killed Mom and Jessica?" he wasn't as enthusiastic as before, it seemed more like aggression. "I don't know!" Dean snapped again. "Well, I mean, has it come back or has it been here the whole time?" Dean started to raise his voice, "Or maybe it's something else entirely, Sam, we don't know yet," the two had stopped walking and were standing beside the car. "Well, those people are in danger, Dean. We have to get 'em out of that house," Dean put me on the ground, "Go get in the car," he told me before he looked back at Sam, "And we will," Dean told Sam and started moving to the car. "No, I mean now," Sam's voice was still raised. I got in the car and slammed the door closed, "And how you gonna do that, huh? You got a story that she's gonna believe?" Dean argued. "Then what are we supposed to do?" Sam yelled. Dean rolled his eyes and got in the car. Sam looked like he wanted to continue to yell, but said nothing as he got in the car. Dean started up the car and drove to a gas station that was less than three minutes away, "We just gotta chill out, that's all. You know, if this was any other kind of job, what would we do?" Dean told Sam as he put gas in the car, Sam was leaning against the side of the car, "We'd try to figure out what we were dealin' with. We'd dig into the history of the house," Sam said with a sigh, knowing Dean was right. Dean was always right. "Exactly, except this time, we already know what happened," I heard Dean's voice get quiet as I got out of the car. "Yeah, but how much do we know? I mean, how much do you actually remember?" Sam actually sounded curious, the aggression from earlier had dissipated. "About that night, you mean?" Dean had been looking at Sam, but switched to me as I stood in front of him. "You want something from inside?" Dean asked as he fished his wallet out of his back pocket, I nodded my head and took it from him. "Get me something good," Dean told me as he ruffled my hair. I swatted his hand, "I'll get you one of those protein bars," Dean gave her a look, "You wouldn't dare." I only smiled before I walked off, I could hear Sam scoff and probably roll his eyes as I walked off. I walked into the gas station, it was pretty plain. The man working the register didn't spare me a glance as I walked to the snack isle. I grabbed three big bags of Doritos and a protein bar, I also grabbed some candy bars and three bottles of water. I brought them to the front desk, the guy was reading a newspaper and didn't look up. I coughed into my elbow and he still didn't look up from it. "Excuse me," I piped up. The guy finally set his newspaper aside, and started to scan everything, looking annoyed. "$14.85," was all he said to me, I gave him a ten and a five. "Keep the change," I muttered as I took the bag and left the store. He didn't say anything, just picked up his newspaper. Sam and Dean were in the car waiting for me when I got back.

After I gave the boys each a bottle of water, a bag of Doritos, and the protein bar, we stopped at a garage. The one that fixes your car. "Stay in here and eat your Doritos Chris, we're pulling the cop card on this one." I stretched out in the back seat and opened my bag of Doritos, "Why do you always grab Doritos?" Sam asked me, his door open but he hadn't stepped out yet. I took out a perfectly shaped Dorito and crunched on it, "Because it's a Dorito," I told him before grabbing another. Sam just rolled his eyes and got out to follow Dean. I continued to absently eat Doritos until the two got back, thinking about a spirit we'd faced a while back, what she'd said.

We went to a pay phone when the two got back. I was leaned against the car while the boys crowded around the phone, "All right, so there are a few psychics and palm readers in town. There's someone named El Divino. There's, uh –-" Sam took a second to laugh, "There's the Mysterious Mister Fortinsky. Uh, Missouri Moseley—" Sam got cut off by Dean, "Wait, wait. Missouri Moseley?" I yawned into my elbow and stared at a restaurant down the road, "What?" Sam looked up from the phonebook, "That's a psychic?" Dean was leaning forward, you could practically see the gears in his head grinding. "Uh, yeah. Yeah, I guess so," Sam sounded confused. "Chris get Dad's journal," I pushed myself off of the car and opened the door, grabbing the book from the floor. I handed it to Dean, "In Dad's journal...here, look at this," Dean opened the book and handed it to Sam, pointing to a section, "First page, first sentence, read that." Sam took the book, "'I went to Missouri and I learned the truth.'" Dean shrugged, I could tell there was a grin on his face, "I always thought he meant the state." Sam went back to the phonebook and read the number, I got in the car as he called this 'Missouri'. Dean was leaning against the phone as he called.

When we got to the psychic's place, we had to sit in a waiting room. I brought the first Harry Potter book with me to reread while we were in there. We didn't wait long, "All right, there. Don't you worry 'bout a thing. Your wife is crazy about you," the black woman was telling a man as she guided him to the door. The man thanked her before she closed the door, "Whew. Poor bastard. His woman is cold-bangin' the gardener," she told us. "Why didn't you tell him?" Dean sounded confused, "People don't come here for the truth. They come for good news," we all stared at her. "Well? Sam, Dean, Christina, come on already, I ain't got all day." With that, she left the room. I looked at Dean, "Did you give her my name?" Dean only shook his head before looking at Sam, who was equally confused. We got up and followed after her,"Well, lemme look at ya," she laughed before continuing, "Oh, you boys grew up handsome." She looked at Dean and pointed, "And you were one goofy-lookin' kid, too," Dean glared at her, Sam was trying his hardest not to laugh. "Sam," Missouri's tone changed to a sad one as she grabbed Sam's hand, "Oh, honey...I'm sorry about your girlfriend," we all stared at her again as she went on, "And your father –- he's missin'?" I gave up being shocked by her, I opened my book again. "How'd you know all that?" Sam was still shocked, "Well, you were just thinkin' it just now," she said as she moved around the room. "Well, where is he? Is he okay?" Dean rushed. "I don't know," Missouri told him, probably giving him a look. Dean scoffed, "Don't know? Well, you're supposed to be a psychic, right?" I sighed quietly and turned the page of my book. "Boy, you see me sawin' some bony tramp in half? You think I'm a magician? I may be able to read thoughts and sense energies in a room, but I can't just pull facts out of thin air. Sit, please," Missouri snapped her fingers at Dean, "Boy, you put your foot on my coffee table, I'm 'a whack you with a spoon!" Dean sounded incredulous, "I didn't do anything," I could tell Sam was getting a kick out of this, "But you were thinkin' about it." Sam decided to change the topic, "Okay. So, our dad –- when did you first meet him?" Sam asked. "He came for a reading. A few days after the fire. I just told him what was really out there in the dark. I guess you could say...I drew back the curtains for him," she told us as she sat down. "What about the fire? Do you know about what killed our mom?" Dean asked. "A little. Your daddy took me to your house. He was hopin' I could sense the echoes, the fingerprints of this thing," she admitted. "And could you?" Sam questioned. "I don't...." she didn't finish, only shook her head. "What was it?" Sam asked, "I don't know. Oh, but it was evil," her voice was soft, like it would come back if she spoke to loudly about it. I put my bookmark in my book to focus on the conversation. "So...you think somethin' is back in that house?" Missouri changed the topic. Sam we all nodded, "Definitely." She frowned, "I don't understand," she told us with a sigh. "What?" Dean questioned. "I haven't been back inside, but I've been keepin' an eye on the place, and it's been quiet. No sudden deaths, no freak accidents. Why is it actin' up now?" she informed us. "I don't know. But Dad going missing and Jessica dying and now this house all happening at once –- it just feels like something's starting," I hoped nothing was starting, I didn't think I could handle much more than what had already happened. "That's a comforting thought," Dean said as he leaned back in his seat. Missouri looked at me, "And Christina, how are you doin'?" I blinked a couple times and shrugged. Missouri gave me a sympathetic look as she reached out and grabbed my hand, "Oh, did she really say that?" the boys were looking at me now. "Did who say what?" Dean asked. Missouri shushed him, "Shame on you two, takin' her on cases," Missouri scolded as she let go of my hand. "Especially on Bloody Mary, traumatizing this poor child," Missouri scolded before she stood up, "Now are ya'll comin' or what?" she asked as she got up and left the room. I was the first to get up and run after her. I liked her already.

Dean held my hand as he knocked on the door, Jenny opened the door holding Ritchie, she looked out of breath. "Sam, Dean. What are you doing here?" she asked, she sounded out of breath too. "Hey, Jenny. This is our friend, Missouri," Sam motioned to Missouri. "If it's not too much trouble, we were hoping to show her the old house. You know, for old time's sake," Dean said with a grin, using the same excuse as last time. "You know, this isn't a good time. I'm kind of busy," Jenny said with a small smile as she started to close the door. "Listen, Jenny, it's important-" Dean cut himself off with an, "Ow!" as Missouri slapped him in the back of the head. "Give the poor girl a break, can't you see she's upset?" Missouri scolded Dean before she looked at Jenny, "Forgive this boy, he means well, he's just not the sharpest tool in the shed, but hear me out." Jenny opened the door back up a bit, "About what?" she sounded confused. "About this house," Missouri told her with a knowing look. "What are you talking about?" Jenny asked, still confused. "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 asked, she knew how to play her cards. "Who are you?" Jenny looked suspicious now. "We're people who can help, who can stop this thing. But you're gonna have to trust us, just a little." Jenny looked unsure, but let us in the house anyway. The first place we went was into Sari's room. "If there's a dark energy around here, this room should be the center of it," Missouri announced as she looked around. "Why?" Sam questioned, I was holding onto Dean's hand. "This used to be your nursery, Sam. This is where it all happened," Sam looked up at the ceiling, I could feel Dean's unease. Dean never did tell me the story about what happened to his mom. "That an EMF?" Missouri asked, Dean had one of the ones we had in his hand. "Yeah," Dean sounded proud of himself, but that was until Missouri said, "Amateur," Dean glared at her. The EMF's lights were all lit up and it started to beep. Dean nudged Sam as it did, "I don't know if you boys should be disappointed or relieved, but this ain't the thing that took your mom." Sam looked back at Missouri, "Wait, are you sure?" Missouri nodded her head, "How do you know?" She turned around to face us, "It isn't the same energy I felt the last time I was here. It's somethin' different," Dean turned off the EMF, "What is it?" he asked as he pocketed it. "Not it," Missouri started as she opened the closet door and stepped inside, "Them. There's more than one spirit in this place," she informed us as she looked around the closet. "What are they doing here?" Dean asked as he picked me up. "They're here because of what happened to your family. You see, all those years ago, real evil came to you. It walked this house. That kind of evil leaves wounds. And sometimes, wounds get infected," that made it easier to understand, but how? How are houses like cuts? "I don't understand," Sam sounded conflicted. "This place is a magnet for paranormal energy. It's attracted a poltergeist. A nasty one. And it won't rest until Jenny and her babies are dead." Okay, magnets. Magnets to energies. "You said there was more than one," I piped up, no one else seemed concerned that she'd said 'them'. Missouri looked at me, "There is. I just can't quite make out the second one." Dean took a step forward, "Well, one thing's for damn sure –- nobody's dyin' in this house ever again. So whatever is here, how do we stop it?" I liked the confidence Dean had as he said that.

We went back to Missouri's after that with the promise we would be back to fix it. Dean was messing with a bunch of stuff Missouri put on the table, "So, what is all this stuff, anyway?" Dean asked as he sprinkled something onto a cloth. "Angelica Root, Van Van oil, crossroad dirt, a few other odds and ends," Missouri told him, leaning over to check his work. "Yeah? What are we supposed to do with it?" Missouri moved across the room, "We're gonna put them inside the walls in the north, south, east, west corners on each floor of the house," she informed as she sat down at the table. "We'll be punchin' holes in the drywall. Jenny's gonna love that," Dean muttered the last part. "She'll live," Missouri said with a look. "And this'll destroy the spirits?" Sam questioned. "It should. It should purify the house completely. We'll each take a floor. But we work fast. Once the spirits realize what we're up to, things are gonna get bad. So Christina will be going with Jenny to the movies or something like that." Missouri informed the group as she patted the top of my head. I was still rereading my book, I didn't feel upset about being left out of this one.

I waited outside as Missouri escorted Jenny, Sari, and Ritchie outside, "Look, I'm not sure I'm comfortable leaving you guys here alone," Jenny sounded unsure. Missouri waved her off, "Just take your kids and Christina to the movies or somethin', and it'll be over by the time you get back," Missouri told her nonchalantly. Jenny walked over to me still unsure, but let me get into the back of her minivan nonetheless. "So, what do you guys wanna go see at the movies?" she asked as she pulled out of her driveway. I stayed quiet, she was probably asking her own kids. "Madagascar!" Sari said excitedly, Ritchie started to chant what his sister suggested. Jenny looked at me in the rearview mirror, "What about you Christina?" I looked away from the window and shrugged. "Aw, come on, there's gotta be something you wanna watch?" I could hear Shari muttering, 'Madagascar' as a chant. The only thing I really wanted to watch was Harry Potter, but I knew the Goblet of Fire was out and I hadn't gotten to watch the Sorcerer's Stone, the Chamber of Secrets, and I hadn't even read the Prisoner of Azkaban yet. Other than that, I didn't know what else was out. "Madagascar?" it sounded more like a question even to my own ears. Jenny glanced back at me through the rearview mirror, "Are you just saying that because Sari's saying it like a cultic chant into your ear?" I looked at my lap for a second, "I don't know what's out," I told her quietly before adding, "I've never been to the movies before." Jenny raised an eyebrow at me before looking back at the road, "Well now we have to go to the movies and get some movie popcorn." Jenny assured me as she turned on the radio. We drove the rest of the way to the movies in silence. I could feel Shari giving me an odd look as I stared out the window. It took ten minutes to get to the movies. Jenny read me the titles of the movies that were out and gave me a small summary of what she knew. I ended up deciding on Madagascar to appease Sari.

"Hello? We're home," Jenny announced as she walked through the door, heading straight for the kitchen, "What happened?" The kitchen was totaled, to say the least. The table was on the floor and there were knives embedded in its surface. "Hi, sorry. Um, we'll pay for all of this," Sam had that sheepish smile on his face. Missouri stepped forward, "Don't you worry. Dean's gonna clean up this mess," Dean stared at Missouri, astonished. I held back a laugh, "Well, what are you waiting for, boy? Get the mop." Dean gave her another glare before rolling his eyes and started to move off. "And don't cuss at me!" she snapped at him, I could hear Dean muttering under his breath as he stalked off. Sam walked over and picked me up, "What'd you guys go do?" Sam asked, changing the topic. Jenny put Ritchie in his playpen, which was the only thing seemingly untouched, "Well, we went to the movies and watched Madagascar. Did you know she's never been to the movies before?" Jenny asked as she started picking up a few things to put back on the counters. Sam looked at me, "I didn't know that," he told me as he put me on the couch. "Go ahead and take a nap while we clean this up, okay?" Sam told me before he walked back into the kitchen.

When we left, we were just sitting outside their house in the car, it was like three in the morning and I was not pleased. "All right, so, tell me again, what are we still doin' here?" Dean asked, seeming to share my feelings. "I don't know. I just...I still have a bad feeling," Sam said, not taking his eyes off the house. "Why? Missouri did her whole Zelda Rubenstein thing, the house should be clean, it should be over," Dean told him staring ahead. "Yeah, well, probably. But I just wanna make sure, that's all," Sam told excused. "Yeah, well, problem is I could be sleeping in a bed right now," Dean complained as he shifted to get comfortable to take a nap. I followed his example and curled up in the back seat. "Dean. Look, Dean!" Sam slapped Dean's arm as he got out of the car, "Stay here," Dean ordered as he followed after Sam. I sat up and watched them disappear into the house, I could see Jenny in her window. I opened the car door and watched for the boys to come out. Dean was the first out, he had Jenny with him. Sari came out next holding Ritchie, I didn't see Sam. I followed Dean and Jenny as they ran over to meet them, "Sari, where's Sam?" Dean demanded as he crouched to get eye level with her. "He's inside. Something's got him," we all looked at the door, just in time to see it slam shut. I was at the trunk before Dean was, he'd left his keys in the car. Dean grabbed one of the sawed-off shotguns and an axe before he took off to the house. I went beside Jenny to wait as she held her kids, who watched as Dean used the axe to break down the door before disappearing back inside.

He and Sam came out looking like they were in shock. I shrugged off Jenny's hand and ran over to them, hugging both of their legs. "It's over," Sam said, Dean picked me up, so I buried my face into his neck. I could feel Dean bouncing me slightly as Sam walked over to Jenny, Sari, and Ritchie to tell them what happened. Dean stood there for a few moments before he brought me back to the car.

We were back at the house a few hours later when there was actual daylight out. I was in the car with Dean leaning against my window as Jenny brought over an old box. "Thanks for these,"Dean told her as he took the box, looking through its contents. "Don't thank me, they're yours," Jenny told him modestly. Dean closed the box and put it in the trunk. Sam was sitting on the stairs by the house, I could see Missouri walk over to him. The two talked to one another for a while, Missouri put a hand on his shoulder as she talked. "Sam, you ready?" Dean yelled. Sam got up, nodding his head as he walked over. Jenny thanked him as she walked back to the house. "Don't you three be strangers," Missouri called to us. "We won't," Dean assured her. "See you around," Missouri told us as she waved, Jenny did the same. Sam and Dean got into the car, Dean put in another Metallica cassette as we drove off.

When we pulled on the highway, I couldn't help but ask, "Sam?" he turned his body so he could see me in the back seat, "Yeah?" I bit my lip before asking the question that had been bothering me since we'd started the case, "Is that what Mary meant? When she said you dreamt it would happen?" I could see Sam tense and Dean side-eyeing Sam, who sighed, "Yeah." was all he said. I left it at that.