Supernatural: Home

A/N: Hello to the Supernatural fans who have actually been reviewing my stories! I know that I haven't posted anything in a while, but real life has been getting in the way for both me and my beta reader/sister Yami Faerie of late; but now I'm back and I've got a new story for you all. Read, review, and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Supernatural. I just own any and all characters that I just happen create.


Lawrence, Kansas…

A young woman, Jenny, was sitting on the floor of her home, unpacking boxes, when she came across a photo of herself and her husband at their wedding. She began to cry when her daughter, Sairie, came in the room.

"Mommy?" she asked, a scared expression on her face.

Startled, Jenny looked up. "Hey, sweetie. Why aren't you in bed?" she asked.

"There's something in my closet," Sairie told her.

Going into her daughter's bedroom, Jenny opened the closet doors, went inside, and looked around as Sairie watched from her bed.

"See?" Jenny said, walking back out. "There's nothing there."

"You sure?" Sairie asked, not looking convinced.

"I'm sure," Jenny said reassuringly. "Now, come on. Get into bed."

Sairie crawled into bed and Jenny tucked her in.

"I don't like this house," she complained, clutching her teddy bear.

"You're just not used to it yet," Jenny told her, sitting on the edge of the bed. "But you and your brother and me… we are going to be very happy here. I promise." And she kissed Sairie on her forehead. "I love you." She turned off the light and got up to leave the room.

"The chair," Sairie said suddenly.

Jenny sighed and smiled. "Okay." And she moved a chair under the doorknob of the closet. "The chair. Just to be safe."

Sairie lied down and Jenny left.

After returning to the living room, Jenny continued unpacking boxes, and stopped when she heard the sound of scratching coming from the basement.

"Please, God, don't let it be rats," she moaned as she stood up.

A few moments later, Jenny went downstairs into the basement with a flashlight; she tried turning on a light, but the switch didn't work.

"Terrific," she sighed, frustrated, as that was just one more thing that would take money that she didn't have to fix.

Sairie was fast asleep when the chair began moving on its own, away from the closet doors; she sat up in her bed, wide-eyed and afraid.

Back in the basement, Jenny kept looking around; glancing at the floor, she saw a large black trunk. She knelt down and opened it, pulling out old photos of the Winchester family. Written on the back of a picture were the words, "The Winchesters. John, Mary, Dean, Elizabeth, and Little Sammy." Jenny smiled.

In Sairie's bedroom, the closet doors opened by themselves, and standing in the closet was what looked like a person, but it was entirely made out of fire. Eyes widening even more, Sairie screamed.

While Sam was sleeping, he found himself dreaming of Jenny; she was inside her bedroom, banging on her bedroom window and screaming for help. Sam woke up, confused, and glanced over to the other bed, where Dean and Liz were sleeping peacefully. 'What the hell was that?'

The next morning, while Dean was on the computer and Liz was looking through several newspapers, Sam was drawing a picture of a tree.

"All right. I've been cruisin' some websites," Dean informed them. "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." He looked away from, and noticed that Sam wasn't paying attention. Hey," he said, and Sam looked up from his drawing. "Am I boring you with this hunting evil stuff?" he asked.

Sam shook his head and went back to his drawing. "No. I'm listening. Keep going."

"And, here, a Sacramento man shot himself in the head. Three times," Dean added, waving his hand in front of Sam's face. "Any of these things blowin' up your skirt, pal?"

"Mission control to Sam," Liz called out through her hands, "do you read us?"

Sam ignored them and was looking at his picture. "Wait. I've seen this," he said suddenly, sitting up.

"Seen what?" Dean and Liz both asked as Sam got up from the bed and went searching through his duffel bag. "What are you doing?"

Sam soon found a photo of their family from when he was a baby; he compared the tree in the photo to his drawing, and they were the same. "Dean, Liz, I know where we have to go next," he said suddenly.

Dean and Liz exchanged a confused look, wondering what was going through Sam's mind now. "Where?"

"Back home," Sam answered, "back to Kansas."

"Kansas?" Liz repeated, slightly alarmed.

"Okay, random," Dean commented. "Where'd that come from?"

Sam showed the photo to Dean and Liz. "All right, um, this photo was taken in front of our old house, right?" he asked. "The house where Mom died?"

Dean and Liz both nodded, a wary expression on their faces. "Yeah."

"And it didn't burn down, right?" Sam added, thinking about his dream. "I mean, not completely, they rebuilt it, right?"

"I guess so, yeah," Dean admitted, exchanging another look with Liz. "What the hell are you talkin' about?"

Sam hesitated for a moment, wondering how to explain his dream to them. "Okay, look, this is gonna sound crazy but… the people who live in our old house… I think they might be in danger," he answered vaguely.

Now both Dean and Liz were confused and concerned. "Why would you think that?"

"Uh… it's just, um… look, just trust me on this, okay?" Sam requested, stammering slightly; he walked away, and both Dean and Liz followed him.

"Wait, whoa, whoa, trust you?" Dean asked, surprised.

Sam nodded, now packing. "Yeah."

"Come on, man, that's weak," Dean protested. "You gotta give me a little bit more than that."

"Yeah, you can't just ask us to trust you when you don't explain why," Liz added.

Sam shrugged, but didn't look at them. "I can't really explain it is all."

"Well, tough," Dean retorted. "I'm not goin' anywhere until you do."

"Same here," Liz agreed, her arms folded. "Start taking, Sam."

Sam sighed and both Dean and Liz waited expectantly.

"I have these nightmares," he confessed.

Dean and Liz both nodded. "We've noticed."

"And sometimes… they come true," Sam added, waiting for their reaction, which was very instant.

Dean and Liz were stunned by this announcement. "Come again?"

"Look, Dean, Liz…" he said hesitantly. "I dreamt about Jessica's death… for days before it happened."

"Sam, people have weird dreams, man," Dean said reasonably. "I'm sure it's just a coincidence." And he sat down on the bed.

"Yeah," Liz agreed, sitting down next to Dean. "I mean, the odds of dreaming something and it coming true are very unlikely."

"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," Sam stated firmly. "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?"

Now both Dean and Liz were overwhelmed. "I don't know," he admitted.

Sam sat down across from Dean and Liz. "What do you mean you don't know, Dean?" he asked, surprised. "This woman might be in danger. I mean, this might even be the thing that killed Mom and Jessica!"

"All right, just slow down, would ya?" Dean requested, standing up and began pacing. "I mean, first you tell us that you've got the Shining? And then you tell me that we've gotta go back home? Especially when…" he trailed off, exchanging a look with Liz, who was now look scared.

"When what?" Sam asked.

"When both Liz and I swore to ourselves that we would never go back there?" Dean asked sadly.

"Sam, neither of us could go back in there after mom died," Liz explained. "Not even to retrieve the few items that remained intact after the fire; dad had to go in alone."

"Look, Dean, Liz, we have to check this out," Sam told them softly. "Just to make sure."

Dean sighed, sharing a defeated look with Liz. "I know we do."

A/N: Hmm, what do you think the Winchesters will find when they return home for the first time in years?

R&R everyone!