A/N: Sorry! I would've posted this earlier, but my beta had severe wifi problems and could only beta it this week. Well, at least you didn't have to wait another year, hehe... I'll go jump off a window now. Anyway, I hope you like it!

Olivia0707: Sorry for making you wait longer than usual, haha. I hope you like it!

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Day 1.

Dean's on the computer, looking for information on possible cases. Sam is… well, he appears to be doodling something in a notepad. You, on the other hand, are reading one of your novels. You didn't arrive in this universe with many, but you can't help it, whenever you finish a book you go buy another with the small allowance Sam and Dean give you every month (as if you were a child, ugh). Whether they're second-hand books or cheap paperbacks, you're always reading one. Even when you're supposed to be looking for a possible case.

Oh well, Dean's doing it right now, so why should you?

Eventually, though, the older Winchester breaks you out of your thoughts, having found something. "All right. I've been cruisin' some websites. I think I found a few candidates for our next gig. A fishing trawler found off the coast of Cali — its crew vanished. And, uh, we got some cattle mutilations in West Texas. Hey," he calls for his younger brother's attention, and successfully makes him look up from his doodling. "Am I boring you with this hunting evil stuff?"

"No. I'm listening. Keep going," Sam replies, returning to his drawing immediately. You're suddenly curious about what he's doodling, but Dean's next words quickly become way more interesting.

"And, here, a Sacramento man shot himself in the head. Three times," Dean informs, holding up three of his fingers.

"Okay, that is either the work of the supernatural or a common murder," you comment, and try to ignore the small voice in the back of your head wondering Since when is a murder common? "I say we go to Sacramento and check that out."

Dean and you both seem up to it, but Sam is just distracted by whatever it is he's been drawing for the past twenty minutes. Dean waves his hand around, trying to catch his brother's attention, but it doesn't seem to work. "Any of these things blowin' up your skirt, pal?" the older Winchester asks.

Ignoring him completely, Sam turns a page from his notepad, to one where he'd previously drawn. There's a pause, where you and Dean exchange looks. Then, Sam says, "Wait. I've seen this."

Again, you and Dean exchange looks, confused ones this time. What's Sam talking about? "Seen what?" he asks, looking slightly irritated at the fact that his brother is ignoring all the possible cases they could take on. Instead of answering, the younger Winchester stands up from his bed, a look of realisation on his face, and ruffles through one of their duffel bags on a chair. "What are you doing?" Dean asks another question after taking a sip of his coffee.

He compares his drawing to what seems to be a picture — you can't see very well from where you're sitting, across the table in front of Dean — and turns to you, both pieces of paper still in his hands. "Guys, I know where we have to go next."

"I'm guessing it's not Sacramento?" you guess, slightly disappointed at not being able to look into the guy that shot himself in the head three times.

"No. Back home," Sam informs you, and you immediately forget all about Sacramento. You know exactly what he means by that, why he wants to return, and you remember a bit of what's going to happen. Most importantly, you know why this episode — because yes, you remember it's an episode — is so important, other than the fact that it was written by Eric Kripke himself. "Back to Kansas."

Dean chuckles in surprise, but you know how hard this must hit him. Not only did he swear to himself he wouldn't go back — and that alone is a good reason not to set foot in Lawrence ever again — but because simply thinking about that place must bring back horrible memories. His mum was pinned to the ceiling and burnt alive, after all. While he watched, and then ran with Sam outside of the house, fearing for his and his brother's lives. If it weren't so necessary to go back, you'd be against this proposition… but a woman's family depends on this and you know it.

You must go to Lawrence, Kansas.

"Okay, random. Where'd that come from?" Dean asks, managing to keep all emotion out of his voice.

"All right, um, this photo was taken in front of our old house, right?" Sam approaches the two of you and sets the photo on the table. Dean takes it and has a good look at it. "The house where Mom died?" You don't need to see it to know the answer is positive, and Dean's reply soon confirms that fact. "And it didn't burn down, right? I mean, not completely, they rebuilt it, right?" the younger Winchester continues.

"I guess so, yeah. What the hell are you talkin' about?" Dean demands, unable to see where this is going. Sam sits on the edge of his bed, looking serious. And you know Dean will need some convincing, but you will eventually go wherever the younger Winchester wants to.

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

Dean just stares at him. "Why would you think that?"

This doesn't help Sam, who's trying his best to avoid answering that question truthfully. Sorry Sam, but you'll have to tell him. No good comes from keeping secrets. Not in this universe, at least, you think as you watch the younger Winchester stumble on his answer. "Uh… it's just, um… look, just trust me on this, okay?" He stands up and starts walking away. You roll your eyes. Wrong answer, mate.

While his brother starts packing, Dean stands up, and gets closer to him with the same worried-slash-confused look on his face. "Wait, whoa, whoa, trust you?" See? Not the best argument, Moose,you think. Whoa, whoa. I shouldn't start calling him 'Moose'. Wouldn't want to turn into Crowley. During this entire inner debate, you've missed Sam's short, yet apparently positive, answer. "Come on, man, that's weak. You gotta give me a little bit more than that."

"I can't really explain it is all," Sam replies. Of course he would do his best to keep avoiding the truth.

You sigh and break your inner rule of not interfering in siblings' argument. "Sam, you should just go ahead and tell him. He will find out eventually, and it's better he does sooner rather than later. Besides, it's just not fair that I, a sort-of-stranger, know about it yet your brother doesn't."

"'Sides, I'm not going anywhere until you do," Dean adds. Yeah, if your words didn't convince him to spill, that definitely will.

Sam sighs. "I have these nightmares," he begins.

The older Winchester nods. "I've noticed." He's waiting for the rest of the explanation. And he'll get it, all right. Come on, Sam, just say it. It won't kill you, you think, rolling your eyes.

"And sometimes…" Oh, here it goes, "they come true."

Silence.

"Come again?" asks Dean, stunned. Whatever he was expecting, it definitely wasn't that.

"Look, Dean… I dreamt about Jessica's death, for days before it happened," Sam explains. That probably won't be enough for the older Winchester, but it's a start. And now, finally, Dean knows what was that secret that made Bloody Mary try to kill Sam, a few months back.

The older Winchester stays silent for a moment, thinking it through, trying to come up with an answer to that. "Sam, people have weird dreams, man. I'm sure it's just a coincidence." He sits down on the nearest 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," the younger Winchester starts rambling. "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?" he asks.

Dean's only answer is, "I don't know." This is too much for him, of course it is. But that woman Sam saw? She and her children are in danger. And you might be their only hope of survival.

"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 exclaims, sitting down on the bed opposite from Dean's. You want to cut in and say that it isn't, that it's another thing entirely, but you don't say anything. Instead, you just watch the scene unfold in front of your eyes, feeling slightly awkward about it.

"All right, just slow down, would ya?" The older Winchester stands up and starts pacing. It's his turn to start ranting. "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…" he trails off, and you know how that ends. You look away.

"When what?"

"When I swore to myself that I would never go back there?" Dean finishes, and an awkward, painful pause follows his words.

Finally, Sam stands up, and begins to speak softly, "Look, Dean, we have to check this out. Just to make sure."

You're going to hate yourself for this, but you really have to interrupt them. You have to tell them something that you most certainly do not want to keep to yourself, even at the risk of changing everything that follows. Who knows, maybe you won't even meet up with the guy. But Sam and Dean deserve to know. You clear your throat, and the brothers' gaze immediately turns to you, as though they'd forgotten you were there. "Also, your dad might be in Lawrence sometime in the next few days. Just… you know, tipping you off."

"How do you know that?" Dean asks, trying to recover his manly hunter voice or whatever.

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. "This was an episode," you answer, and that's all they need. Soon, you've all packed your bags and are ready to go to Lawrence, Kansas.

It's the late afternoon by the time you arrive at the Winchesters' old house. The sun is still shining and everything looks perfect, even though you know some evil spirit is in that lovely-looking house, ready to attack the blond woman who lives in it with her two children.

Dean parks the car on the opposite side of the street, and just stares at it, even after he's turned off the engine. "You gonna be all right, man?" Sam asks him, and you're not so sure the answer will be a positive one. After all this house brings both good and bad memories to the older Winchester. Memories that are probably better left behind.

"Let me get back to you on that," the man in question replies. Sam is the first one to exit the Impala, and you follow him right after. Dean is the last one, yet he still follows you to the front door to talk to the mystery woman from Sam's dreams.

As soon as she opens the door, you know it's her. Not only because she seems familiar even though you've technically never seen her before in your life, but also because Sam's eyes go wide as soon as she opens the door. "Yes?"

"Sorry to bother you, ma'am, but we're with the Federal—" Dean starts, trying to keep an emotionless face and voice, but Sam cuts him off, and instead of lying to her, decides to tell the truth. Well, part of it anyway.

"I'm Sam Winchester. This is my brother, Dean, and our friend Gwen Price. 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."

"Winchester…" the woman whispers. "Yeah, that's so funny. You know, I think I found some of your photos the other night," she comments. Okay, you'd forgotten about that, but it comes back to you know. You can just see her, at night, looking at the pictures before being called up by her daughter.

"You did?" Dean asks, once again, trying to remain emotionless.

The woman nods. "Come on in."

You don't turn that offer down. Sam's the first one to go inside, followed by Dean, and you're the last one to go. The blonde introduces herself as Jenny, before leading you through the corridor and into the kitchen, where a small blond kid is jumping inside his playpen, demanding juice, and an older girl is sitting at the table, doing what seems to be homework.

"That's Ritchie. He's kind of a juice junkie," Jenny introduces her son as she takes out the requested drink and hands it to her child. "But, hey, at least he won't get scurvy," she jokes, walking towards her daughter. "Sari, these are Sam, Dean and their friend Gwen. Sam and Dean used to live here."

"Hi," she greets you. Dean waves, while you and Sam actually manage a verbal greeting for the girl.

"So, you just moved in?" Dean asks, trying to get on the topic of his old house.

"Yeah, from Wichita," Jenny answers.

"You got family here, or….?" the older Winchester trails 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 lists, clearly uncomfortable. Someone's running away from her past. Not that it's any of your business. You're here to save her from supernatural entities, not to look into her private life.

"So, how you likin' it so far?" Sam asks. You know why he does: he wants to find out if there are any signs of ghosts, of a haunting. Both he and Dean are trying to find out what you're dealing with. And well, this is clearly too much for the older Winchester, and bad enough, although to a lesser extent than his brother, for the younger one. You won't tell them everything you know about this episode, about this moment of their lives, because it might overwhelm them, and that is the last thing you need at the moment.

You still plan on telling them a few things, though, the same way you told them about their dad earlier today. The secrets thing goes both ways. You can't keep too much from them either. If you know something important, something relevant, you've got to tell them.

Jenny's answer pulls you from your thoughts. "Well, uh, all due respect to your childhood home… I mean, I'm sure you had lots of happy memories here." Dean smiles — the typical smile he does when there's something he's hiding that, he thinks, would best not be mentioned. And he's right, in this case. You're not sure Jenny would appreciate, let alone believe, such a tale, even if it's the truth. "But this place has its issues."

"What do you mean?" Sam inquires.

"Well, it's just getting old," the blonde answers. "Like the wiring, you know? We've got flickering lights almost hourly." Okay, that is definitely a sign of ghosts. What was it again? Poltergeist? You can't remember exactly, but you think that might be it. You better tell the Winchesters about it as soon as you leave the house.

Dean gets that look — the one he gets when he spots a supernatural sign — and is quick to say, "Oh, that's too bad. What else?" Smooth, Winchester. Smooth, you think, resisting the urge to roll your eyes.

"Um…sink's backed up, there's rats in the basement," she answers, before pausing. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to complain," she apologises. Anyone else would've felt offended, but not the Winchesters. No, they'll try to find out what's haunting the house and kill it as soon as they know how, hopefully before the spirit in question can hurt anyone else.

"Don't worry, I'm sure they're not offended. Seriously, it's extremely hard to offend these guys," you reply.

"Yeah," Dean agrees absent-mindedly. "Have you seen the rats or have you just heard scratching?" Seeing the rats means rats. Not seeing the rats means supernatural creature. More specifically, a spirit. And Jenny's answer soon confirms it's the latter.

"It's just the scratching, actually."

"Mom?" Sari asks, and the woman in question kneels next to her daughter. "Ask them if it was here when they lived here." She speaks softly, but you can still hear her, and her comment has caught all your attentions, not just Sam and Dean's. Except you know exactly what she means when she says "it". And it's not the spirit you're hunting. It's someone else entirely.

"What, Sari?" Sam asks.

"The thing in my closet," the young girl answers.

"Oh, no, baby, there was nothing in their closets. Right?" Jenny asks the brothers, and you do your best not to laugh at it. Nah, the monsters in their closets came later, and they knew how to deal with them anyways.

"Right. No, no, of course not," Sam gives the woman a normal, expected answer.

"She had a nightmare the other night," the blonde explains, but her daughter is quick to correct her.

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

It came into her bedroom. It was on fire. But it's not an "it". Oh, no, it's a "her".

It's Mary Winchester.

As soon as Jenny closes the front door, Sam speaks up, "You hear that? A figure on fire." You want to correct him, to say that the spirit you're after and the figure on fire are completely different things with completely different intentions — but Dean speaks up first.

"And that woman, Jenny, that was the woman in your dreams?" he asks.

"Yeah. And you hear what she was talking about? Scratching, flickering lights, both signs of a malevolent spirit," the younger Winchester continues. On that, you can't correct him. He's got that right. And even if you didn't know that, you can't correct him on that subject — he has been hunting for a lot longer than you, after all.

"Yeah, well, I'm just freaked out that your weirdo visions are comin' true," the older brother admits. It's normal. That would freak anyone out, especially if they were living it. Not just watching it on the telly, but properly, in the flesh. It even creeps you out a bit, and you knew about it. You've known about it for months. But apparently, time doesn't take the creepiness out of it.

Sam's next words sound panicked, and you soon understand why. "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 asks, and it just panics his brother as well.

"I don't know!"

"Guys, calm down," you intervene. "It's not the thing that killed your mum and Jessica. It's something else entirely. If I remember correctly, the thing haunting that house is a poltergeist. Or maybe some other malevolent spirit, but I'm seventy percent sure it's a poltergeist. Seventy-five. Eighty." You stop yourself before you keep going.

"Poltergeist or not, those people are in danger. We have to get 'em out of that house," Sam decides.

"And we will," Dean reassures him.

"No, I mean now."

You roll your eyes. "And how you gonna do that, huh? You got a story that she's gonna believe?" the older Winchester demands, and you know Sam doesn't. You're just going to have to look into it before anyone dies.

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

"For now? Nothing. They'll be fine for tonight. We just have to go to a random motel, and rebrush our knowledge on evil spirits — specifically poltergeists. Tomorrow, we can go talk to one of your dad's old friends, who can help us deal with this, and can even help us get Jenny and her children out of the house," you inform the brothers.

"And who's that?" Dean demands.

"It was, um… Shit. I forgot her name. She had the name of one of the states. Miss…" you trail off, desperately trying to remember the name of that awesome woman.

"Mississippi?" the older Winchester proposes.

"No." You shake your head.

"Missouri?" Sam tries. Yes, that's it.

You nod. "Yeah. Missouri Moseley. We can find her address in a phone book and go to her place tomorrow. Trust me, she'll be of great help on this case."

"And nothing will happen to them tonight?" Sam asks you.

For once, you can confidently shake your head and answer, "No."