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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐎𝐧𝐞

𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦

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Delaney sat squished between her brothers on a tiny couch in the home of the woman Missouri. They had been waiting for the past fifteen minutes as there was a man before them that had come to see her. Dean flipped aimlessly through a magazine that was on the coffee table and she played Sam in multiple games of Rock, Paper, Scissors, which she kept winning in.

"You're a cheat," Sam groaned as Delaney won once again at their little game.

Delaney laughed and dropped her hand back into her lap. "How does one even cheat in this game?"

Sam was saved from giving a witty response back when a voice came from down the hall and in walked Missouri with the man that went in when they had first arrived. "All right, then. Don't you worry about a thing." The woman chuckled as she led the man over to the front door and opened it for him. "Your wife is crazy about you."

The man politely thanked Missouri for her time before he exited the house and she closed the door behind him. She turned to face the siblings and let out a small sigh. "Poor bastard – his woman is cold bangin' the gardener."

"Wait, so why did you tell him everything was okay then?" Delaney asked, shocked that the woman would lie to the poor man about his wife cheating. She knew if she was in that man's position that she would love for the woman to be honest with her. Just the thought of Will even cheating on her sent a cold chill down her spine. Delaney quickly shoved the thought of Will to the back of her mind before it could consume her. She wasn't sure she wanted to have a break down in front of this stranger.

Missouri shook her head as she began to walk towards the room she was in with the other man. "Oh, honey, people don't come here for the truth. They come for good news." She stopped walking when she noticed none of the siblings following her. "Well? Sam, Delaney, Dean. Come on already. We ain't got all day."

The siblings exchanged a look with each other before they shrugged and followed after the woman. They followed her into a woman that was closed off with beads instead of a door.

"Well, let me look at you," Missouri said as the three stood in front of her. She laughed in awe as she took a good look at them. "You boys grew up so handsome and, Delaney honey, you are so beautiful just like your mother."

Delaney gave Missouri a sad smile at the mention of her mother.

"You were one goofy-looking kid, too," Missouri teased Dean.

Delaney and Sam snorted at the comment. Dean sent them a hard glare which immediately shut them both up. They mumbled a not so sincere sorry as they both continued to hide their laughs about Missouri's comment.

"Delaney," Missouri took her hand gently and gave her a sympathetic look. "Oh, honey. I'm so sorry about your boyfriend."

Delaney visibly deflated at the mention of Will, but she immediately sobered back up before both Sam and Dean could say anything to her about it. Though, at this point, the both of them knew not to baby her about Will anymore. It would take her a long time before she could be okay with his death. However, that probably won't happen until she found whatever demon did this to him and her mother.

"And your father..." Missouri continued after a tense beat of silence. "He's missing?"

"How'd you know all that?" Sam questioned quietly.

Missouri turned her attention over to the Sam and shrugged. "Well, you were thinking it, just now. You're worried about him."

"Well, where is he?" Dean cut in, hope in his voice that this woman could have the answers for them. "Is he okay?"

"I don't know," Missouri admitted, looking a bit sad that she didn't know where her friend was.

"Don't know? You're supposed to be a psychic, right?"

Missouri looked at Dean with as if he had just sprouted three heads in front of her. "Boy, you see me sawing 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."

"I like her!" Delaney exclaimed with a bright smile as she looked at Dean's shocked expression. No one had really told Dean off before - besides, Delaney, of course -  and to see it happen for the first time ever was the best experience ever.

Missouri chuckled before she had the siblings sit down with her in what Delaney guessed was her living room since there was a couch and a chair around yet another coffee table in the room.

"Boy, you put your foot on my coffee table, I'm gonna whack you with a spoon," Missouri warned with a finger pointed right at him.

"I didn't do anything," Dean defended, his eyes wide as he looked over at her.

"Well, you were thinking about it."

Delaney and Sam smirked at each other as Dean was once again called out by Missouri. Delaney wanted to hug the woman honestly because she was amazing. She could really use the woman when Dean – or even Sam too now that she thought about it – tried to sugar coat anything with her. They liked to tell her only half of things or tried to make it seem better than it really was. With Missouri, she could probably help Delaney out and call both of her brothers out on their little games.

"Okay, so..." Sam began, glancing at his siblings before focusing on Missouri. "Our dad. When did you first meet him?"

"He came for a reading a few days after the fire," Missouri replied. "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 next.

Delaney chewed on her lip as her own question popped into her head. "Do you know about what killed our mom?" she whispered, and she could feel both of her brothers' eyes on her.

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

"And could you?" Sam questioned.

"I don't..." Missouri trailed off, not sure if she should continue her thought.

"What was it?" Sam urged as the three siblings leaned forward in their seats.

Missouri sighed and adjusted herself in her chair. "I... I don't know, but It was evil."

"We... well, I... think something is back in that house," Delaney spoke up after a moment of silence. "I'm not sure if it's what killed our mom, but something is definitely there."

Missouri shook her head in disbelief. "I just don't understand."

"What?" Sam inquired as he watched Missouri pace a little back and forth.

"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?"

Delaney fiddled with her thumbs as she tried to form her thoughts coherently in a way that Missouri would understand without her revealing that she had any dreams about the people in their house. "I don't know... but with Dad going missing and Will dying and now this house – all happening at once – it just feels like something's starting."

"That's a comforting thought," Dean remarked.

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After talking to Missouri for a bit more about the house, Missouri suggested the Winchesters take her to the house so she could get a sense for whatever was possibly in the house. So now the four of them stood on the front steps of the house and waited for Jenny to come answer the door.

Jenny opened the door with Richie in her arms and she looked a little freaked out. "Oh, um, hey. What are you doing here?"

"Hi, Jenny," Delaney greeted with a small smile. "This is our friend Missouri."

"If it's not too much trouble we were hoping to show her the house, for old time's sake," Dean swiftly lied as Missouri politely waved from behind the three siblings.

Jenny shook her head. "No, you know, this isn't a good time. I'm kind of busy."

"Listen, Jenny, it's important – " Dean flinched when Missouri gave him a hard smack to the back of the head. "Ow!"

"Give the poor girl a break. Can't you see she's upset?" Missouri scolded him. "Forgive this boy. He means well. He's just not the sharpest tool in the shed but hear me out."

"About what?" Jenny asked as she shifted Richie on her hip.

"About this house."

Jenny furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "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?"

"Who are you?" Jenny asked suspiciously.

"We're people who can help, who can stop this thing, but you're gonna have to trust us just a little," Missouri politely explained as if she were explaining it to Richie and not to Jenny.

After a minute of Jenny looking between the four people in front of her, she finally allowed them all to enter the home. She told them to do whatever they needed while she stood downstairs with Richie.

"If there's a dark energy present, this room should be the center of it," Missouri stated as she looked around what appeared to be Sari's room.

"Why?" Delaney questioned as she looked around the purple painted room.

Missouri glanced over her shoulder at Delaney. "This used to be your nursery, honey. This is where it all happened."

Delaney felt a cold chill go down her spine as she took a second glance around the room. She of course did not remember this room very well since she was only a baby when the fire had happened. However, she did remember the screams of her brothers when they both ran into the room and saw their mother on the ceiling of her nursery.

Next to her, Dean pulled out the tiny, home-made EMF meter from his jacket pocket. He opened it and turned it on before he began to mess around with it.

"That an EMF?" Missouri questioned as she turned around from where she stood near the bedside table.

Dean nodded in response as his attention was fully on the EMF at the moment.

"Amateur," Missouri scoffed with a shake of her head.

Dean gave her look and then focused back on the meter when it started to light up red.

"I don't know if you kids should be disappointed or relieved, but this ain't the thing that took your mom," Missouri informed.

Delaney visibly deflated and she huffed out a breath. "Are you sure, Missouri? How do you know?"

"It isn't the same energy I felt the last time I was here," Missouri answered as she took a look around the room. "It's something... different."

"What is it?" Dean inquired as he watched Missouri throw open the closet doors.

"Not it..." Missouri trailed off as she walked into the small walk in closet and took a quick look around. "Them. There's more than one spirit in this place."

"Well, what are they doing here?"

"They're here because of what happened to your family," Missouri walked back out of the closet and over to the Winchesters. "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."

Delaney ran a hand through her hair as she tried to process everything that Missouri was explaining to them. However, it was quite difficult because a lot of it did not make sense to her whatsoever. "I'm really not following what you mean. Are you saying that because something evil killed our mom in this house that now any evil can just flaunt right in?"

"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."

Sam chewed on his thumbnail as his mind raced at a million miles a minute. "Okay, so, you said there was more than one spirit."

Missouri nodded and walked back into the closet, taking another look around inside of it. "I just can't quite make out the second one."

"Well, one thing's for damn sure," Dean rasped as he walked around the room a bit. "Nobody's dying in this house ever again. So, whatever is here, how do we stop it?"

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Delaney sat at the dining room table with Dean while Missouri and Sam stood on the other side of the table. There were multiple jars spread out across the table and Dean and Delaney examined each one's contents.

"What exactly is all of this stuff anyway?" Dean asked, examining some sort of plant in between his fingers.

"Angelica root, van van oil, croosroad dirt, a few other odds and ends," Missouri replied, adding a few more clear jars to the table.

"What are we supposed to do with it?" Delaney questioned as she examined the newly added ingredients to the table. It looked like they were about to make some type of witch's potion. All they needed was the cauldron.

"We're going to put them inside the walls in the North, South, East and West corners on each floor of the house," Missouri explained as she took a seat across from the eldest and youngest Winchesters.

"Punching holes in the drywall – Jenny's gonna love that," Dean remarked.

"She'll live," Missouri countered.

Sam leaned against his hands on the chair in front of him. "This will destroy the spirits?"

"It should," Missouri assured Sam softly. "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 going to get bad."

After that, it got quiet as Sam sat down and the four of them began to mix the ingredients together and put them into tiny pull string bags. They worked quickly and diligently as Missouri stated that they should finish the bags and get them in the walls as quick as possible.

Once they were done, Missouri explained to Jenny what was going on as she led her and the kids outside of the house. The three siblings agreed Delaney would take the upstairs while Sam and Dean took the downstairs and Missouri would take the basement. Missouri came back inside and distributed the bags before the four split up to their respective floors.

Delaney grabbed a mini axe from Dean and jokingly saluted her brothers before she ran up the stairs and into Jenny's bedroom. She knelt in front of the wall across from the doorway and began to tap the end of the axe along the wall. Once a hollow sound was emitted from the wall, she flipped the axe around and began to whack at it to form a little hole in the wall. She took the little bag from her pocket and went to put it in the wall when the sound of glass breaking caught her attention.

She turned her head to see what fell when a cord popped up next to her and quickly wrapped around her neck tight, cutting off her airways. Delaney fell back on the floor and tried to pry the cord off her neck as gasped for air. No matter how hard she pulled on the cord, it didn't loosen at all. If anything, it got tighter around her neck. She tried to feel around her with one hand for the bag so she could toss it in the wall in hopes it would get the cord off her neck, but it was no use. The bag was nowhere to be seen.

"Delly!" Sam yelled as he rushed into the room and dropped down next to her. He removed her hands from the cord and tried to pull it off himself, but even with his strength he couldn't pry the cord off his baby sister's neck. "Hold on, little one, I got you okay?" He assured her and looked around the room for the bag Delaney was supposed to put in the wall. Sam noticed it in the little mess of drywall Delaney made when she created the hole. He quickly put it in the hole and a bright, white light flashed across the room before vanishing as quickly as it came.

Sam crawled back over to Delaney and propped her up to sit so he could untangle the cord from her neck. He hugged her tightly to him and rocked her slightly as she clung to him, coughing weakly. "Oh, thank God you're okay, Delly." He kissed her forehead before he stood the both of them up and they walked downstairs where Missouri and Dean were in the kitchen.

"What happened in here?" Delaney rasped as she rubbed her sore neck. Her throat felt like sandpaper and water sounded amazing just about then. The kitchen was completely trashed. The fridge was open and food was strewn all around it. The table was broken and three knives were stabbed into the front of it as if someone had used it as a shield. Another knife was stuck into the cabinet door next to her.

"Oh, you know, just your average being pelted by knives. No big deal," Dean retorted and walked over to Delaney. He twisted her around to make sure she was okay and froze when he saw the red marks on her neck from where the cord had wrapped tightly. "What the hell happened?"

Delaney gently removed Dean's hand from where it was grazing the marks. "I'm okay, Dean. Just don't worry about it." She turned her attention to Missouri, an odd feeling about the house still resonating with her. "Missouri, are you sure this is all over?"

"I'm sure," Missouri assured with a small nod of her head. "Why, honey? Why do you ask?"

Delaney chewed on her lip as she glanced around the trashed kitchen. Maybe the bad feeling was just from being in the home where her mother died. She was also just choked by a possessed lamp cord. "Never mind, it's nothing. I guess."

Dean and Sam eyed her suspiciously, but Delaney was saved from having to answer their questions when the lights were turned on and Jenny called out for them.

Jenny walked into the kitchen and gasped when she saw the sight of her kitchen. "What—What happened?"

"Jen, we'll – we'll pay for all of this. I'm so sorry," Sam apologized as he also took a quick look around the kitchen.

"Don't you worry. Dean will clean this mess up for you," Missouri said, gesturing to Dean behind her with her thumb.

Dean's eyes widened and his attention snapped over to Missouri. Sam and Delaney stood to the side as they covered their mouths to hide their laughter. Delaney will never get over Missouri ordering Dean around. It was quite entertaining to see her take charge when Dean was usually the one doing that.

"Well, what are you waiting for, boy? Get the mop," Missouri ordered and her eyes narrowed on him after a moment. "And don't cuss at me either."

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After Dean had helped Jenny clean up the kitchen, the four bid Jenny a good-bye and left the house. They drove Missouri back to her home and then Dean began the drive back to their motel.

Delaney sat in the back as the bad feeling from the house only seemed to intensify the further and further they got from it. It was starting to become something she could no longer ignore. "Dean, go back to the house."

"What? Why?" Dean asked, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked at her through the rearview mirror.

"Dee, just drive back," Delaney begged as she moved to poke her head in between her two brothers. "Please"

Dean glanced at her before he followed her request with a light sigh. He parked across the street from the house and turned the car off so Jenny wouldn't see them. He had a feeling Delaney wanted to be hidden.

Delaney scrambled into the front seat of the car and sat between her brothers as she watched Jenny shut her bedroom light off and go to bed. She scanned the surrounding area of the house and in each of the windows from the car. Everything seemed normal from where she sat. So why did she still have a very bad feeling about the house?

Dean looked from Jenny's bedroom window and over to his baby sister who was focused on the house so hard that he thought the house would set on fire from how intense she looked at it. "So, Della, tell me now – what are we doing here?"

Delaney shook her head and dropped her hands into her lap. "I don't know. I just – I still have this bad feeling. It's only gotten worse since we left the house. I felt it vaguely in the house, but I just thought it was me being choked by a ghost cord. Though... now I'm not too sure."

"Yeah, but Missouri did her whole Zelda Rubenstein thing. The house should be clean now," Sam interjected as he too took a quick scan of the house to see whatever Delaney was seeing.

"I just want to make sure Jenny and the kids are okay. That's all," Delaney said and leaned back in her seat.

Dean groaned and slid down in the driver's seat, his head dropped back against the back of the seat. "The problem is I could be sleeping in a bed right now, Della."

Delaney sighed as she looked up at Jenny's window again and her eyes widened when the vision from her dream happened. Jenny banged on the window and screamed for them to help her. She quickly shook Dean and pointed to the window where Jenny was.

Dean shot out of the car with his siblings in tow. "Delaney, you get the kids. Sam and I will get to the Jenny."

Delaney nodded that she heard him and slammed into the house as she approached the front door. She raced up the steps and ran to Richie's room first. "HI, sweetie. Everything is going to be okay," Delaney quietly assured him as he looked frightened with all the screaming. She swiftly picked him up and rushed down the hall to Sari's room. She froze when she saw a figure burning in front of her.

"Help me!" Sari cried once she noticed Delaney in the doorway.

Delaney slid into the room and rushed over to Sari's bed. "Sari, get on my back and don't look okay?"

Sari did as Delaney told and climbed onto her back and hid her face into Delaney's shoulder. Delaney rushed down the stairs as fast as she could with two kids on her. Once she reached the ground level, she placed Richie and Sari onto the floor.

"Sari, I need you to take your brother outside as fast as you can, okay? Your mom is out there waiting for you. Don't look back."

Delaney didn't have time to see Sari's response if she had one because she was quickly slammed to the floor and dragged backwards. She tried to grab onto anything but there was nothing around for her to grab. Delaney was slammed into the cabinets underneath the sink, groaning in response.

She had no time to recover from the blow because she was picked up by an invisible force and slammed into the counter across from the sink and Delaney fell back to the ground. Delaney scrambled to her feet when she didn't feel the force on her anymore. She took a look around her to see if any spirit was around. She could hear Dean and Sam fighting to get in the house as the front door was jammed.

Delaney yelled for her brothers and was slammed into the wall behind her. She tried to lift her head off the wall, but the invisible force was back yet again and it was holding her hostage tightly. No matter how hard she tried to move, her body was stuck against the wall.

Dean finally broke down a part of the door and she could see him and Sam inside the small hole he had made. "Delaney!"

Delaney's attention was snapped over to the other side of the room when the burning figure began to make its way slowly over to her. Her heart rate picked up as the figure grew closer and closer. At that point, Dean had finally made a hole big enough in the door that him and Sam were able to crawl in and rush over to her. Dean held up a salt gun, but Delaney shook her head.

"Dean, no! Don't!" Delaney screamed as she looked from him to the burning figure across from them.

"What? Why?"

Delaney took a good look at the figure and she immediately connected the dots on why the burning figure seemed so familiar. "Because I know who it is. I can actually see her now."

The fire blew away and showed Mary Winchester dressed in her white nightgown from the night of the fire. Her blonde hair blowing behind her and stared at her kids for a long, quiet moment. Dean slowly lowered the gun as his eyes widened at the sight of his late mother.

"Mom..." Sam whispered in shock.

Mary walked closer to her children and Delaney felt her eyes water at the close proximity. She hadn't been this close to her mother since she was just an infant. The fact that she stood in front of her right now was baffling.

"Sam. Dean," Mary greeted as she looked at her two boys with a fond smile. She then walked past the two boys and over to Delaney. Mary reached up and ran a hand lovingly down Delaney's face, which only made the tears stream down Delaney's face at a faster rate. "My sweet, beautiful Lanes. I am so sorry, sweetie."

Delaney sniffled and tried to wrap her around what her mother was saying. "F-for what?"

Mary looked at Delaney for a long moment with a look of sympathy and pity. Delaney raised an eyebrow as she was confused as to why Mary looked at her in such a way. Mary walked away from Delaney then and into the middle of the room, looking up at the ceiling. "You, get out of my house and let go of my daughter."

Mary's body began to become flames once again and shot up into the ceiling.

Delaney blinked once Mary had disappeared. The force suddenly let go of her and she fell to the ground. She felt hands wrap around her arm and help her up. She gave Sam a tight smile as she looked around the room to see where Mary had gone. However, Mary was no longer in the room.

"Mom?" Dean panted and he looked like he was about to break down.

Delaney sniffled and wiped at her eyes, the bad feeling she had about the house now gone. "Now it's over."

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The next morning, the three Winchesters were outside of the house. Dean and Sam stood near the car with Jenny as the three looked over the small box of photos Jenny had found. Delaney sat on the step with Missouri. She had called her once the horror was all over and asked her to do one more scope of the house. The spirits were all finally gone.

"Missouri, what exactly happened in the house? My mom... saved me from being hurt by the poltergeist."

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

Delaney couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her mom was inside the house the whole time and she sacrificed her spirit to save her? "Why would she do something like that though?"

"She wanted to protect her children, of course. You know that," Missouri replied. She gently rubbed Delaney's back. "Delaney, I am so sorry."

Delaney gave Missouri an odd look. Why was both Missouri and her mom apologizing to her for? "For what exactly?"

"You sensed it was there, didn't you? Even when I couldn't," Missouri voiced as more of a fact than a question.

Delaney dropped her head into her hands as her head began to pound. Something was definitely going on and it was all just becoming too much at once for her. "What is happening to me?"

Missouri gave Delaney an apologetic look and shook her head. "I know I should have all the answers, but... I don't know, sweetie."

"Della, you ready?" Dean called, catching Delaney and Missouri's attention.

Delaney sighed as she stood up from the steps and walked over to her brothers. She walked around the car to her door and stopped when Missouri called out to them. "Don't you kids be strangers!"

"We won't," Dean promised and the siblings got in the car.

Delaney sighed as she laid across the back seat and covered her face with her hands. She seriously needed to figure out what was going on with her.

authors note

NOT YET EDITED!!!!

hi hello hey. epsiode 9 of season 1 has officially been finished! all the things are slowly starting to build up and i am so excited to do the other half of this season. 

anyways, i hope you all enjoyed this chapter. please don't forget to vote and comment on this to let me know your thoughts.

EDITED ON: OCTOBER 3RD, 2019