A blast of fire

A blonde woman with two kids, a girl and a toddler boy

Someone screaming

Sam being choked by a lamp cord

Dean punching a wall with a small ax.

I sit up, quickly, in my bed and catch my breath. Cold sweat runs down my face as my heart races. What the hell was that? I thought as I look around the empty hotel room. I left out a heavy sigh then get up out of bed and head to the bathroom sink.

I splash water in my face then look myself in the mirror. Usually I don't care how I look but damn...I look horrible. I look like a zombie, there are bags under my eyes, my eyes are a little red and my hair looks like a bird's nest.

I stand there and calm myself down before I decide to head back to bed. That dream felt way too real... I thought as I climbed back into bed. I let out a small sigh then slowly went back to sleep, the dream, or nightmare, still lingering my mind.

"All right. I’ve been cruisin’ some websites. I think I found a few candidates for our next gig." Dean said to Sam and I as he looks up from his computer while I was reading a newspaper, even though my mind was still wandering to that dream I had, and Sam was drawing. "A fishing trawler found off the coast of Cali –- its crew vanished. And, uh, we got some cattle mutilations in West Texas." Dean listed off but then he yells. "Hey!" I look up and see Dean glaring over at us.

"Am I boring you guys with this hunting evil stuff?" Dean asked us, angrily. "No. I’m listening." Sam said. "Yeah, same here. Keep going." I tell him and he looks back over to the computer. "And, here, a Sacramento man shot himself in the head. Three times." He said then I look over to see that Sam had went back to drawing. This seems to anger Dean as he waves his hand in front of Sam's face.

"Any of these things blowin’ up your skirt, pals?" He asked him. "Wait. I’ve seen this." Sam said as he looks at his picture. "Seen what?" Dean and I asked as Sam gets up from the bed and goes searching through his duffel bag. "What are you doing, Sam?" I asked him when Sam finds a photo of his and Dean's family from when he was a baby. He compares the tree in the photo to his drawing. They were eerily identical.

"Guys, I know where we have to go next." he said. "Where?" We asked him. "Back home –- back to Kansas." He said, and we were taking aback by this. "Okay, random. Where’d that come from?" Dean asked him. Sam holds up the photo to us and said. "All right, um, this photo was taken in front of our old house, right? The house where Mom died?" 

"Yeah." Dean said, nodding. "And it didn’t burn down, right? I mean, not completely, they rebuilt it, right?" Sam asked. "I guess so, yeah. What the hell are you talkin’ about?" Dean asked Sam, confused. "Okay, look, this is gonna sound crazy but….the people who live in our old house –- I think they might be in danger." Sam replied.

"Why would you think that?" I asked him. "Uh…it’s just, um….look, just trust me on this, okay?" Sam said and he starts to walk away. Dean and I share the same confused look before we go and follow him. "Wait, whoa, whoa, trust you?" Dean said to him. "Yeah." said Sam. "Come on, man, that’s weak. You gotta give us a little bit more than that." Dean said. "I can’t really explain it is all." Sam said and I give him a curious look. "Well, tough. I’m not goin’ anywhere until you do." Dean said, making Sam sigh. Dean and I wait expectantly.

"I have these nightmares." Sam explains. "I’ve noticed." Dean said while I swallow and look down. "And sometimes….they come true." Sam said and I raise an eyebrow at him. "Come again?" Dean and I said, stunned. "Look, Dean, (y/n)….I dreamt about Jessica’s death –- for days before it happened." He admits. "Sam, people have weird dreams, man. I’m sure it’s just a coincidence." Dean said as he sits down on the bed.

"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 said to us, desperately, and my jaw drops slightly while Dean looks at him, overwhelmed. "I don’t know." Dean said as I look down for a moment and think over my nightmare.

"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 said and I look up at him and for some strange reason, I believed him. "All right, just slow down, would ya?" Dean said as he stands up and begins pacing. "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 said. "When what?" Sam asked him. "When I swore to myself that I would never go back there?" Dean replied, sadly, and I go to him and placed my hands on his shoulders.

"Look, Dean, we have to check this out." I said and he gives me a confused look. "You know...Just to make sure. It's weird, but I believe him." I said. "Oh, what? Don't tell me you've got the Shining too!" Dean said and I sigh. "I-I don't know, Dean. I...uh...I had a nightmare as well last night. But...I don't know if it's connected with Sam's but...something in me is screaming that my nightmare and Sam's might be connected." I said to him. Dean looks at me, and I could tell that he was concerned, but he could tell that I was serious. 

Dean let's out a sigh then he looks into my eyes and nods. I smile a bit then removed my hands off of his shoulders then looks over at Sam. "Thanks, (y/n)." Sam said and I nod at him before we started to pack up and load up in the car.

"So, you've been having nightmares too, (y/n)?" Sam asked me after leaving the hotel. "Not really this is the first one I've had in awhile." I said. "What was the first nightmare?" Sam asked me. I look down at my lap and fiddle with my fingers for a few seconds before I sigh. "Right before my dad died." I said and Sam stares at me, wide-eyed, and Dean looks up at me through the rear-view mirror.

We pull up outside of the house and start to get out. "You gonna be all right, man?" Sam asked Dean as he and I look over at Dean, who has a sad look on his face. "Let me get back to you on that." He said and we make it to the front doo. After knocking on the front door, a blonde woman answers it and my breath leaves my chest. 

This was the same woman from my dream.

"Yes?" She said. "Sorry to bother you, ma’am, but we’re with the Federal—" Dean started to say but Sam interrupts him. "I’m Sam Winchester, and this is my brother, Dean. And this is our friend, (y/n). My brother and I used to live here. You know, we were just drivin’ by, and we were wondering if we could come see the old place." Sam said. "Winchester." The woman said, thoughtful, as she nods.

"Yeah, that’s so funny. You know, I think I found some of your photos the other night." She said. "You did?" Dean asked as the woman nods and steps aside. "Come on in." She said and we go inside.

Inside the house, we go to the kitchen and see a young girl at the table, doing homework. And her jumpy toddler brother, is in his playpen. "Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice!" The boy shouts. "That’s Ritchie. He’s kind of a juice junkie." The woman, Jenny as she introduced to us before heading into the kitchen, said as she takes a sippy cup out of the refrigerator and hands it to Ritchie. "But, hey, at least he won’t get scurvy." She said and walks over to the girl. 

"Sari, this is Sam and Dean. They used to live here. And this is their friend, (y/n)." She said to the girl. "Hi." Sari said and Dean waves. "Hey, Sari." Sam and I said.

"So, you just moved in?" Dean asked Jenny. "Yeah, from Wichita." Jenny said. "You got family here, or….?" I started to asked but Jenny shakes her head. "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 replied.

"So, how you likin’ it so far?" Sam asked her. "Well, uh, all due respect to your childhood home –- I mean, I’m sure you had lots of happy memories here." She said and Dean smiles weakly. "But this place has its issues." She said. "What do you mean?" Sam asked her. "Well, it’s just getting old. Like the wiring, you know? We’ve got flickering lights almost hourly." said Jenny. "Oh, that’s too bad. What else?" Dean asked her.

"Um…sink’s backed up, there’s rats in the basement." She said but then she pauses. "I’m sorry. I don’t mean to complain." She said and Dean shrugs. "No. Have you seen the rats or have you just heard scratching?" He asked her. "It’s just the scratching, actually." Jenny said then Sari looks up at her. "Mom?" She said and Jenny kneels down next to her. "Ask them if it was here when they lived here." She said, scared.

"What, Sari?" I asked her, curiously. "The thing in my closet." Sari replied. "Oh, no, baby, there was nothing in their closets." Jenny said to her daughter then she turns to boys. "Right?" She asked them. "Right. No, no, of course not." Sam said. "She had a nightmare the other night." Jenny said. "I wasn’t dreaming. It came into my bedroom –- and it was on fire." Sari said, shocking the boys and I.

"You hear that? A figure on fire." Sam said to us as we head back to the car. "And that woman, Jenny, that was the woman in your dreams?" I asked him and he nods. "Yeah." Sam said and I let out a sigh and look up at the boys. "She was in my dream as well." I informed them and they look at me as I continued. "And you hear what she was talking about? Scratching, flickering lights, both signs of a malevolent spirit."

"Yeah, well, I’m just freaked out that yours and Sam's weirdo visions are comin’ true." Dean said to me. "Well, forget about that for a minute. The thing in the house, do you think it’s the thing that killed Mom and Jessica?" Sam asked, panicked. "I don’t know!" Dean shouts. "Well, I mean, has it come back or has it been here the whole time?" Sam said. "Or maybe it’s something else entirely, Sam, we don’t know yet." I said.

"Well, those people are in danger, guys. We have to get ‘em out of that house." Sam said to us. "And we will." Dean assures him. "No, I mean now." Sam said, determined. "And how you gonna do that, huh? You got a story that she’s gonna believe?" I asked him and he sighs. "Then what are we supposed to do?" He asked me.

"We just gotta chill out, that’s all. You know, if this was any other kind of job, what would we do?" Dean asked as we come up to a gas station. Sam sighs at this. "We’d try to figure out what we were dealin’ with. We’d dig into the history of the house." He recites. "Exactly, except this time, we already know what happened." I said "Yeah, but how much do we know? I mean, how much do you actually remember, Dean?" Sam asked as he turns to his brother.

"About that night, you mean?" Dean asked him. "Yeah." Sam said. "Not much. I remember the fire…the heat." Dean said as he pauses for a moment. "And then I carried you out the front door." He said. "You did?" Sam said, shocked. "Yeah, what, you never knew that?" Dean asked him. "No." Sam said, shaking his head.

"And, well, you know Dad’s 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." Dean said. "And he never had a theory about what did it?" Sam asked him. "If he did, he kept it to himself. God knows we asked him enough times." Dean said and I looked down. "Okay. So, if we’re gonna figure out what’s goin’ on now…we have to figure out what happened back then. And see if it’s the same thing." Sam said. "Yeah. We’ll talk to Dad’s friends, neighbors, people who were there at the time." Dean said and we look over at him.

"Does this feel like just another job to you?" Sam asked him. Dean says nothing for a moment. "I’ll be right back. I gotta go to the bathroom." He said and he walks away. Sam looks over at me and said. "Do you have any ideas? I mean....your mom died similar to our mom...did you dad ever say what killed her?" Sam asked me and I felt my heart beat against my throat.

"He did tell me that he believed it was...a demon that killed her. But whether he found the demon and killed it or not, I don't know. He didn't inform of me that part." I said and Sam nods, but I could see he had slight fear in his eyes when i mention a demon.

"So you and John Winchester, you used to own this garage together?" Dean asked the owner of Guenther's Auto Repair after we approached him. "Yeah, we used to, a long time ago. Matter of fact, it must be, uh…twenty years since John disappeared. So why the cops interested all of a sudden?" The owner asked us. "Oh, we’re re-opening some of our unsolved cases, and the Winchester disappearance is one of ‘em." I replied to him. "Oh, well, what do you wanna know about John?" He asked us. "Well, whatever you remember, you know, whatever sticks out in your mind." Dean said.

"Well…he was a stubborn bastard, I remember that." The owner said before he laughs. "And, uh, whatever the game, he hated to lose, you know? It’s that whole Marine thing." He said and the boys nod at him. "But, oh, he sure loved Mary. And he doted on those kids."

"But that was before the fire?" Sam asked. "That’s right." The owner said, nodding. "He ever talk about that night?" I asked him. "No, not at first. I think he was in shock." He replied. "Right. But eventually? What did he say about it?" Sam asked him. "Oh, he wasn’t thinkin’ straight. He said somethin’ caused that fire and killed Mary." The owner replied.

"He ever say what did it?" Dean asked him "Nothin’ did it. It was an accident –- an electrical short in the ceiling or walls or somethin’. I begged him to get some help, but…." The owner stopped as he looks down. "But what?" I asked him. "Oh, he just got worse and worse." He replied.

"How?" Dean asked. "Oh, he started readin’ these strange ol’ books. He started goin’ to see this palm reader in town." The owner said. "Palm reader? Uh, do you have a name?" I asked him. "No." The guy scoffs.

Later we were parked by a payphone, where Sam is looking through a phonebook. "All right, so there are a few psychics and palm readers in town. There’s someone named El Divino. There’s, uh –-" Sam then laughs. "—there’s the Mysterious Mister Fortinsky. Uh, Missouri Moseley—"

"Wait, wait. Missouri Moseley?" Dean said, curiously. "What?" Sam and I asked. "That’s a psychic?" Dean asked. "Uh, yeah. Yeah, I guess so." Sam said as Deangoes into the backseat of the car and pulls out a journal. "In Dad’s journal…here, look at this." He said as he opens to the first page.

"First page, first sentence, read that." He said to us assa and I look at the book. "I went to Missouri and I learned the truth." I read out loud. "I always thought he meant the state." Dean said, shrugging.

Missouri Moseley was escorting a man out of the house while the boys and I sit on the couch, waiting. "All right, there. Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing. Your wife is crazy about you." She said to the man, who thanks her and she closes the front door behind him. "Whew. Poor bastard. His woman is cold-bangin’ the gardener." Missouri said as she looks over at us.

"Why didn’t you tell him?" Dean asked her. "People don’t come here for the truth. They come for good news." She replied as the boys and I stare at her. "Well? Sam, Dean, and (y/n) come on already, I ain’t got all day." She said and she leaves the room. The three of us exchange a confused look and follow her into the next room.

"Well, lemme look at ya." She said then she laughs. "Oh, you boys grew up handsome." She said then shd points a finger at Dean. "And you were one goofy-lookin’ kid, too." She said and Dean glares at her while Sam and I smirk. "Sam." Missouri said and she grabs his hand. "Oh, honey…I’m sorry about your girlfriend." She said and we were shocked. "And your father –- he’s missin’?" She said then she looks over at me. "And honey, I'm sorry about your father. Cancer is such a terrible thing. Oh, and your mother....terrible thing. My condolences." She said and my eyes widen at this.

"How’d you know all that?" Dean asked her. "Well, you were just thinkin’ it just now." She said we raise our eyebrows, surprised. "Well, where is their dad? Is he okay?" I asked her. "I don’t know." Missouri replied. "Don’t know? Well, you’re supposed to be a psychic, right?" Dean said, annoyed. "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." She said then she gestures towards some chairs.

"Sit, please." She said as Sam and I smirk at DEAN and we sit down. Suddenly, Missouri snaps at Dean. "Boy, you put your foot on my coffee table, I’m ‘a whack you with a spoon!" She yells. "I didn’t do anything." Dean said, defensively. "But you were thinkin’ about it." She said and Dean raises his eyebrows while Sam smile and I chuckle. "I like her already." I said and Dean narrows his eyes at me.

"Okay. So, our dad –- when did you first meet him?" Sam asked Missouri as I stick my tongue out at Dean. "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 replied. "What about the fire? Do you know about what killed our mom?" Dean asked her. "A little. Your daddy took me to your house. He was hopin’ I could sense the echoes, the fingerprints of this thing." She said.

"And could you?" I asked her. "I…." She stops then shakes her head. "What was it?" Sam asked her. "I don’t know. Oh, but it was evil." She replied, softly, to us. "So…you think somethin’ is back in that house?" She asked us.

"Definitely." Sam said. "I don’t understand." She said, confused. "What?" I asked her. "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 asked. "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." Sam replied. "That’s a comforting thought." Dean said with sarcasm.