A/N: Hey Bookworms :) Here's the next chapter. Hope you all like it. Thank you so much for the follows, favorites and reviews! :) Means the world to me!

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Shaking my leg out of nervous habit, I glanced towards my brothers as we sat on sofas waiting to meet Missouri. Dean threw the magazine he'd picked up at random on the coffee table in front of us just as Missouri came walking out with a man.

"All right, there. Don't you worry 'bout a thing. Your wife is crazy about you," she said as she escorted the man outside her house. The man thanked her as she left. She then turned to us, a pitying look on her face. "Whew. Poor bastard. His woman is cold-bangin' the gardener." Holy crap, what?!

"Why didn't you tell him?" Dean asked.

"People don't come here for the truth. They come for good news," Missouri replied. We all just stared at her. She was a legitimate psychic, wasn't she?

"Well? Sam, Dean, Sadie, come on already, I ain't got all day," she said as she walked into her living room. I shared a confused look with Sam and Dean before following them after Missouri. "Well, lemme look at ya." She looked up at us, pride and…was that fondness?...in her eyes.

She laughed as she said, "Oh, you kids grew up gorgeous." She then pointed to Dean. "And you were one goofy-lookin' kid, too." I couldn't help but snort and soon regretted it as Dean stomped on my foot. Dude! I don't see you breaking Sam's foot as he smirks at you.

Missouri took Sam's hand and her expression turned from a look of joy to sorrow in an instant. "Sam. Oh, honey…I'm sorry about your girlfriend. And your father –- he's missin'?" she asked. Holy crap, lady. How the hell do you know about that?

"How'd you know all that?" Sam asked.

"Well, you were just thinkin' it just now," Missouri said. Wow, she can read minds too.

"Something like that," she said, looking at me, smirking. I couldn't help but give a sheepish smile back.

"Well, where is he? Is he okay?" I asked.

"I don't know," she admitted. Well, that sucks.

Dean seemed to be in another mind frame though. "Don't know? Well, you're supposed to be a psychic, right?" he accused. I've never seen my brother cower in front of anyone, but in front of Missouri, he definitely did. The look she was giving him…phew, you do not want to be on the receiving end of that.

"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."

Sam and I smirked at Dean as he glared at us. Bro, you just got owned. I'm totally gonna enjoy the moment, especially after your childish prank at not letting me get in the car earlier. We all sat down, me in the middle while Dean and Sam on either side of me.

"Boy, you put your foot on my coffee table, I'm 'a whack you with a spoon!" Missouri snapped at Dean. Man, I like her.

"I didn't do anything," Dean argued.

"But you were thinkin' about it," she said, giving me a shadow of a wink. So she did read minds. Awesome. I grinned along with Sam while Dean just looked pissed off. You deserve it, dude.

"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," Missouri told us.

"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 said.

"And could you?" I asked. Even the tiniest little detail could help here.

"I…" she paused, hesitating. It almost seemed like she was…scared. Somehow, I felt unsettled.

"What was it?" I asked, my tone a little wary.

"I don't know. Oh, but it was evil," Missouri said softly.

I couldn't help the involuntary shiver run through me. If it was something that even Missouri as a psychic couldn't sense, things were bad.

She then gave us a questioning look. "So…you think somethin' is back in that house?" she asked.

"Definitely," Sam agreed.

Missouri frowned. "I don't understand," she muttered.

"What?" asked all three of us together. She smiled slightly, seeing the reaction.

"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 wondered out loud. She had a point. This was getting worse and worse.

"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 said. Really Sam? You into predicting futures now? Stop with the ominous crap. We don't even know if that thing in the house is really the thing that killed Mom. Yeesh.

"That's a comforting thought," Dean scoffed. I'm with you a hundred and ten percent, bro.

"So, you think we should go talk to Jenny? See if Missouri can sense the energy or whatever in the house?" I asked. Dean nodded and got up along with Sam who almost tripped me up as he shoved past me.

I don't know what it was, but I snapped. I'd dealt with enough crap today. "Really!?" I yelled at Sam as I clutched at a standing lamp to steady myself. "You're still pissed at me, aren't you?" I seethed.

Sam gave me a steely look. "Maybe."

"What is your problem?! Just because I don't want to share and care about the 'Tales of My Life after Sam Winchester left for Stanford' doesn't mean that you can do and act however you want with me," I snapped.

"I deserve to know!" he yelled.

I laughed humorlessly. "You deserve to know? Holy crap, are you that screwed up in the head? Name one thing that you did when you were off to college that totally proves to me that you deserve to know," I challenged, crossing my arms. I hardly even registered that Dean and Missouri were watching our stupid fight. I felt triumphant as Sam fell silent, seething internally.

"See?" I said, pointing towards him. "I don't even know why I bother," I muttered as I pushed past Sam and Dean and headed out the door. I almost fell again as I felt someone yank on my arm. "Sam, I swear – " I went to say but instantly clamped shut seeing that it was Missouri.

"You boys go on ahead, I need to talk to little miss smart-mouth here," she told my brothers. I watched grumpily as they walked away towards Jenny's place.

"Sadie, you've got to let it go," she told me. I frowned, confused.

"Huh?" was all I could manage. I was stumped.

She smirked. "I get you, honey, I do. You have a right to be angry at your brother for a lot of reasons. But don't let this get in the way of both of you. You used to be just like a mother to him, I don't think he ever felt the absence of one. You know he'll be wallowing in guilt about this, don't you?" she explained.

I sighed, nodding. Sam would definitely be beating himself up for leaving, for ignoring us. "Yeah, I guess," I agreed. "It's just, it really isn't much. I don't get why he's making a big deal out of it. My life sucked when he left, Dean and I hardly talked – " I started to say but Missouri cut me off.

"Cassidy Winchester, this is the stuff you should be telling your little brother and not me. Now you and Sam better sort this out soon or else," she said, leaving the threat hanging. Really? Why?

"Fine," I muttered, walking along with her towards Jenny's place across the street. I saw Dean looking at me questioningly as we approached and I just shook my head to indicate it was nothing. Sam smiled slightly as we came up to them, but said nothing else. I watched as Dean knocked on the door and a few minutes later, a haggard looking Jenny opened the door, holding up Ritchie who was holding his juice sippy cup.

"Sam, Dean, Sadie, what are you doing here?" she asked as she hitched Ritchie up on her hip.

"Hey, Jenny. This is our friend, Missouri," Sam said, smiling.

"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.

Jenny looked hesitant and flustered as she said, "You know, this isn't a good time. I'm kind of busy."

"Listen, Jenny, it's important," Dean started to say indignantly before Missouri smacked him on the back of the head. I couldn't help but grin as he yelled, "OW!"

Missouri rolled her eyes at Dean and said, "Give the poor girl a break, can't you see she's upset?" She then turned to Jenny. "Forgive this boy, he means well, he's just not the sharpest tool in the shed, but hear me out." I'm really starting to like Missouri. I snorted at Dean looked stunned at Missouri's words and then tried to keep a straight face at Dean glared daggers at me.

"About what?" Jenny asked.

"About this house," Missouri replied.

"What are you talking about?" Jenny asked, looking taken aback.

"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. Holy crap, slow down woman. Jenny doesn't know that you're a psychic or anything. All you'll do is freak the girl out.

And yes, Jenny looked freaked out as she eyed us all warily. "Who are you?"

"We're people who can help, who can stop this thing. But you're gonna have to trust us, just a little," Missouri said.

Jenny glanced uncertainly at the four of us for a few minutes before finally nodding and letting us in.

I felt uneasy as we entered Sari's bedroom. This was where it had all happened. This was where it had all started…and ended. I glanced up at the ceiling, the vision of my mom pinned to it immediately coming to my head. I sucked in a sharp breath, trying to calm myself. It would do no good to freak out now. I'd freaked out enough after that horrendous night.

"If there's a dark energy around here, this room should be the center of it," Missouri said as she walked in after us.

Sam frowned. "Why?"

I sighed as Missouri answered, "This used to be your nursery, Sam. This is where it all happened." Sam gulped and looked at the ceiling while Dean pulled out his EMF meter. "That an EMF?" Missouri asked.

"Yeah," Dean confirmed.

"Amateur," Missouri scoffed. I rolled my eyes and looked towards the meter as Dean nudged Sam. It was going all kinds of crazy, whining incessantly.

"I don't know if you three should be disappointed or relieved, but this ain't the thing that took your mom," Missouri said. Woman, you framed it just right. I honestly feel both relieved and disappointed.

Sam perked up as he asked, "Wait, are you sure?" Missouri nodded.

"How do you know?" I asked.

She pursed her lips, as though trying to figure out how to frame it. "It isn't the same energy I felt the last time I was here. It's somethin' different."

"What is it?" Dean asked.

"Not it," she countered as she opened the closet. "Them. There's more than one spirit in this place," she said as she walked into the closet and then slowly came out. I didn't understand what she was doing, until I remembered Sari talking about the figure on fire in her closet. I shuddered involuntarily. This case just kept getting creepier and creepier.

"What are they doing here?" Dean asked.

"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," Missouri told us. Crap. Not good.

"I don't understand," Sam admitted.

"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," Missouri explained. I hate poltergeists. Cheeky, cunning fuglies, they are.

"You said there was more than one spirit," I said. If one was the poltergeist, who was the other one.

"There is. I just can't quite make out the second one," Missouri said, looking uneasy. Well, shit.

Dean was determined as he looked Missouri in the face. "Well, one thing's for damn sure –- nobody's dyin' in this house ever again. So whatever is here, how do we stop it?"

Tying up the bag of herbs and stuff with a string, I tossed it aside and waited for Dean to fill up another one as we sat around Missouri's dining table.

"So, what is all this stuff, anyway?" Dean asked as he put different sorts of herbs and roots onto the cloth in front of him.

"Angelica Root, Van Van oil, crossroad dirt, a few other odds and ends," Missouri said, pointing to a few of them.

"Yeah? What are we supposed to do with it?" I asked. I didn't see how a few bags would help, though we've definitely killed more with a lot less.

"We're gonna put them inside the walls in the north, south, east, west corners on each floor of the house," she replied.

"We'll be punchin' holes in the dry wall. Jenny's gonna love that," Dean scoffed. I smirked.

"She'll live," Missouri said slyly. I like her, man. She is awesome.

Sam snorted as he turned to her. "And this'll destroy the spirits?" he asked. I turned to Dean and my face turned into an expression of disgust.

"Dean! What are you doing?!" I asked, mortified. I'd just caught him trying to lick or taste the stuff in his hand. He shrugged, ignoring my question. Really, dude? God, I have such weird brothers.

Missouri smirked at Dean as she answered Sam. "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."

Well, I'm not surprised, considering our luck. I'm just gonna cross my fingers and hope we gank it…before it ganks us.

"Okay, so four corners of the house, each floor. I'm taking East. Missouri's taking South and Sam – " Dean started but Sam cut him off.

"I'm North and Sadie's West,we get it Dean," Sam smirked. Dean grinned his shitty grin at us before nodding.

"Don't get dead," he said as always. It was like a phrase we said, supposedly expression our love and concern and basically telling each other to look out for themselves and well…don't get dead, obviously. I sighed as Sam and I climbed the stairs and Sam headed over to Sari's room. That left me with the attic. I'd hated the attic as a kid. It was dark, musty and smelled of weird stuff sometimes. I opened the door at the end of the hallway, knowing I'd find a set of stairs leading to the attic.

Quickly running up the stairs, I surveyed the room, taking the pouch of herbs out of my pocket. I weighed the hammer in my hand as I tried to figure out which part of the room was West. I headed towards my right, mentally calculating the positions of everyone else in the house. Hopefully, I was right. I squinted as I tried to see through the minimum light shining through the only dusty window in the room. Passing a hanging light bulb, I tried flicking it on, but no luck. "Just great," I muttered. I stepped over a few card board boxes and around a grandfather clock that tilted dangerously near the wall I was making my way to. It wasn't too big, more of a miniature version, but it sure looked heavy. I had to bend as I made my way in when the roof started sloping downwards. One more reason why I hate attics. "Please don't fall on me," I prayed as I walked over and started lightly tapping the wall around the area, searching for a hollow spot. I cheered as I found it. See? I'm totally rocking this.

As I started breaking that section of the wall with the hammer, I froze as I heard something move to my left. Crap. No. Please don't let it be the clock, please don't – OH SHIT! I barely made it out of the way in the cramped up attic as the grandfather clock shifted from its position and came crashing down. Even then, it clipped me on the shoulder and threw me off balance, sending me to the ground. I yelled in anguish as I felt myself fall awkwardly on my left ankle. I either sprained it, or broke it. I didn't have time to lay around though. I forced myself to get up as I climbed up over the clock and started whacking away at the small hole. I quickly shoved the pouch into it as it got big enough. But the chaos didn't stop. I froze as I heard the chink of plates. Crap. I turned around in time to see dishes and glasses hurtling towards me out of a box and I dove towards the ground, almost blacking out when my ankle throbbed with white-hot pain. Please don't be broken. I got to my feet, swaying as I tried to regain my balance and limped towards what I hoped were the stairs out of here. Almost crying in relief when I saw the stairs, I didn't sense the activity behind me and stumbled to the side as something smashed against my temple, with liquid drenching one side of me. The aroma told me it was probably whiskey. I tried to hold onto something as I knew I was going to fall, but all I got was air. The next thing I know, the stairs were coming closer and closer to my face and I couldn't stop myself as I fell through the air and down the flight of stairs.

I felt wood chips fly around me as I crashed through the door at the bottom. Yup. I just broke through a door. Gasping for breath, I wondered why it hadn't ended yet. Every damn part of me hurt. I think I'd broken a few ribs or something. Those stairs f*cking hurt like crap. my head snapped up as I heard a thump that sounded suspiciously like someone falling to the floor. Sam. Shit. Not caring about myself, I got to my feet, swaying dangerously as the hallway spun in my vision.

"SAM!" I heard Dean yell before he came into view and sprinted towards Sari's room. Sam. He was in danger. I had to get there. I ignored the throbbing pain in my leg and limped towards Sari's room to see Dean trying to untangle a wire that was around Sam's neck, choking him. The pouch. All the pouches needed to be in their positions before the spell or whatever it was, worked. I saw Dean's eyes widen as he took in my haggard and maybe bloody state but I just tried to think past the pain as I hurriedly ran towards the herb packet lying on the ground near the shallow hole Sam had managed to make. I picked up his hammer, my own laying forgotten up in the attic, and whacked at the hole all the while Sam's wheezes grounding me, telling me to hurry up. I shoved the pouch into the hole and immediately shut my eyes as a white light shone around the room. A few seconds, and it was gone.

I slumped against the wall, energy drained, the last vestiges of adrenaline leaving me. "He okay," I muttered, knowing Dean would hear me. Dean looked at me and nodded as he pulled Sam into a hug. I sighed in relief. That was close.

"You okay?" Dean countered, looking at me as he winced seeing the already forming dark ring around Sam's neck. Sam nodded in irritation, waving him off.

"I'm fine," Sam and I said together. I giggled breathlessly. Crap. my chest still hurt. Finally sure that Sam would be alright, Dean turned towards me, concern on his face.

"You look like you had a fight with a wall…and the wall won," he commented. I glared at him, wincing when he picked out stray glass pieces from my head wound. I was probably hit with a whiskey bottle. "What happened?"

I scrunched up my face. Everything had happened so fast. "My luck found me," I replied finally making Dean snort. "Had a grandfather clock hit me on the shoulder and – OW!" I yelled as Dean's knee hit my left ankle.

"Crap. Sorry!" he said as he examined it.

I sighed in annoyance as I said, "Like I was saying, I landed awkwardly on my leg so that happened," I gestured to the ankle, "and when I tried to leave, I think a whiskey bottle hit me on the head and I crashed down the stairs and through the door," I finished.

Dean stared at me, disbelief etched on his face. "Yup. Your luck definitely caught up with you. Only you can get bashed up by a poltergeist so bad that you look like you've been to war," he muttered. I glared and cuffed him on the head as he grinned his shitty grin at me.

"Why do they always go for the neck?" Sam groaned as he walked over to me. I laughed and then cried out in pain as my chest hurt. Dean shook his head and pressed against the ribs. It hurt but none of them shifted so thankfully, they were just bruised.

"Okay, let's get you patched up," Dean said as he hoisted me to my feet and threw my arm around his shoulder so that he was supporting me, keeping the weight off my injured leg.

I nodded and with Dean's help, we walked out of the room, heading downstairs.

I hate ghosts, period.

"You sure this is over?" Sam asked as we stood in the kitchen…well, I was sitting on the counter, my leg wrapped in a makeshift bandage until we made it to the car or Missouri's place.

"I'm sure. Why? Why do you ask?" Missouri inquired.

Sam frowned. "Never mind," he said, sighing. "It's nothing I guess."

"Dude, I'm pretty sure it's over. Nothing flying around trying to kill us…and even if that does start happening, you guys are taking care of it while I sleep off the killer headache I have in the car," I said. Sam snorted.

"Hello? We're home,"came Jenny's voice from the entrance. She walked in with Sari at her side and Ritchie on her hip. Her eyes widened as she took in the demolished kitchen - The fridge lying open with the contents spilling out, cabinets and the dining table impaled with knives, the whole nine yards - "What happened here?" she asked, looking horrified.

"Hi, sorry. Um, we'll pay for all of this," Sam said. Wait, what? How would be pay for broken furniture and a splintered door, genius? And it's hard-earned money, man! You have no idea how hard it is hustling pool.

"Don't you worry. Dean's gonna clean up this mess," Missouri said. I tried to hide my smile as Dean just stood there, staring at her. "Well, what are you waiting for, boy? Get the mop," she said. Dean threw her a dirty glance before beginning to walk away. "And don't cuss at me!" she added. I laughed as Dean walked away, muttering under his breath.

"I still don't get why we're here. I could be in bed, sleeping off this pain and anguish," I said as we sat in the Impala which was parked across from Jenny's place. I had a bandage around my ankle, which we'd confirmed was sprained, six stitches on my head where the bottle had hit me and bandages wrapped up around my torso to ease the bruising I'd got from crashing down the stairs. Yeah, my luck is crap.

Dean snorted. "You're hopping up on painkillers, you'll live," he said. Hmm, he had a point. Oh well. I'd still be sleeping, though.

"Cassie's right, though," Dean said.

"Hey! Cassie is a toddler. It's Sadie," I snarled. God, I hated that name. I mean, who in their right mind keeps Cassidy as a name? Yeah, that's right. My father. I knew enough to know that Dad has chosen my name. Sadie was perfect. Cassidy was crap.

"Whatever," Dean muttered as he turned to Sam. "So, tell me again, what are we still doin' here?"

"I don't know. I just…I still have a bad feeling," Sam said, frowning as he eyed the house.

"Why? Missouri did her whole Zelda Rubenstein thing, the house should be clean, it should be over," Dean argued.

"Yeah, well, probably. But I just wanna make sure, that's all," Sam said, sighing.

"Yeah, well, problem is I could be sleeping in a bed right now and so could Sadie," he said before sliding lower into his seat and closing his eyes. I rolled my eyes as I looked out the window of the car and then froze. Was that Jenny at the window?

"Guys?" I called out, looking at the window. Crap. That was definitely Jenny.

"Dean. Look, Dean!" Sam yelled as he pointed to the window. All three of us opened our doors and sprinted towards the house. I ignored my ankle as I tried to catch up with my brothers, waving off Dean's 'stay in the car' with my 'yeah-right' face.

"You both grab the kids, I'll get Jenny," Dean said as we sprinted into the house. Sam headed for Ritchie while I ran towards Sari's room. I sprinted up the stairs, trying to keep in the groans of pain. My ankle would hurt like crap in the morning. I stopped by her door to see her sitting up in bed, crying and screaming for help while a figure on fire walked out of the closet. SHIT!

"Don't look. Don't look!" I told her as I picked her up and backed out of the door to stumble into Sam. We ran downstairs and set the kids on the floor.

"All right, Sari, take your brother outside as fast as you can, and don't look back," Sam said as he looked Sari in the eye. I stood shocked for a second. That's exactly what Dad had told Dean that night, twenty two years ago. Suddenly, Sam was yanked backwards as something seemed to grab him.

"SAM!" I yelled as he disappeared out of sight. "Sari, get out," I said as I ran after Sam. I heard her scream and run out. "SAM!" I yelled again. My heart thudded rapidly as I heard a crash in the kitchen. I walked in to see Sam huddled on the floor. I ran over and helped him up before I felt something pulling me and we were flung opposite ways. I cried out in pain as I slammed into Ritchie's crib before hitting the wall. I tried to move but was shocked as I couldn't move any part of me. It was like I was pinned to the wall. Seeing Sam across me, pinned across a cabinet, I saw him come to the same conclusion.

"SAM! SADIE!" I heard Dean yell.

"IN HERE!" I bellowed back, hoping he would hear me. I froze mid breath as I went to yell again as the figure on fire walked into the kitchen and towards Sam.

"Stay away from him!" I screamed, trying to get out of the supernatural grip this…thing…had on me.

"SADIE! SAM!" Dean's voice seemed louder. I yelled out for him again and he came barrelling in with a shotgun. He saw the figure on fire and aimed.

"No, don't! Don't!" Sam called out. What the hell are you doing?!

"What, why?!" Dean argued, still not putting the gun down.

"Because I know who it is. I can see her now," Sam said, love and disbelief etching his tone. I frowned and then gasped as the figure on fire dimmed and there stood…Mom.

Dean slowly lowered his gun. "Mom?" he said softly.

"Dean," Mom replied. I felt tears spring to my eyes as I saw her look at my brothers. "Sam," she said. Sam smiled weakly as tears streamed down his face. "I'm sorry," she said. Wait, why?

Sam frowned. "For what?" he choked out. But Mom didn't answer. I sucked in a breath as she turned toward me.

"Hey Cassie," she said sadly. I couldn't stop the tears that freely streamed down my face as I smiled at her. My heart ached, seeing her after so long.

"Hey Mom," I whispered, closing my eyes when her hand ghosted across my cheek. She then turned away from me, looking towards the ceiling.

"You get out of my house. And let go of my kids," she said sternly. The next minute she burst into flames which burst across the ceiling before I felt the force let go of me and I stumbled to the floor, barely managing to stand. If I didn't know better, Mom just sacrificed herself for us. I limped across the wrecked crib towards my brothers.

"Now it's over," Sam said.

I smiled as I looked at the pictures Dean was holding. The only living proof that our family had existed, that we'd been happy once.

"Thanks for these," I said to Jenny, while Dean nodded.

"Don't thank me, they're yours," Jenny said, smiling. Dean nodded and walked over to the Impala, putting the photos into the small trunk they'd been in before setting the box in the back seat.

I smiled at Jenny and walked towards the house where Sam was sitting on the front porch steps, just as Missouri exited the place.

"Well, there are no spirits in there anymore, this time for sure," Missouri confirmed as she sat down next to Sam while I stood in front of them.

"Not even my mom?" I asked.

"No," she admitted.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Your mom's spirit and the poltergeist's energy, they cancelled each other out. Your mom destroyed herself goin' after the thing," Missouri explained. So I was right. Mom sacrificed herself for us.

"Why would she do something like that?" Sam asked.

"Well, to protect her babies, of course," Missouri said softly. Sam nodded, tears in his eyes and it broke my heart.

"Sam, I'm sorry," Missouri said sadly.

"For what?" Sam asked, confused.

"You sensed it was here, didn't you? Even when I couldn't," Missouri said. Wait, what? Is that how Sam knew something was wrong?

"What's happening to me?" Sam asked. I couldn't help but feel scared for him when I heard the slight hint of fear in his voice. Sam wasn't supposed to be feeling scared with me and Dean around.

"I know I should have all the answers, but I don't know," Missouri said.

"Sam, Sade, you ready?" Dean called out. I nodded, brushing a hand across my cheek to hide the tear that had escaped. I rarely cried. But this time, this case had taken it all out on me.

Sam nodded as he walked towards Dean. As I went to follow, Missouri took hold of my hand. "The boy deserves some peace, honey. Like I said, don't let this stupid fight come between you two." I smiled and nodded.

"Don't you kids be strangers," she said as I walked over to my brothers.

"We won't," Dean assured.

"See you around," Missouri said as he waved and walked off towards her place and Jenny walked back to the house. As Sam and Dean went to get into the car, I decided to end it.

"Hey, Sam?" I called out. He looked at me across the roof of the car. "I'm sorry for being a bitch. You deserve to know what happened after you left," I said finally. He frowned.

"Look, I…I wanted you to go," I said. I didn't know it was possible but his frowned deepened further.

"You mean you wanted me to leave?" he asked.

"Yes…well, no…I mean – " I cut myself off as I groaned in exasperation. This wasn't going well. I walked towards the trunk of the car and opened it, rummaging through my duffel, bringing out the three college applications I had. He deserved to know why I was pissed he left. As much as I hated myself for it, he deserved to know.

I slammed the trunk closed and tossed the envelopes to Sam who fumbled a little before he caught them. His eyes widened as he saw them. "You…" he trailed off.

"Yeah. I wanted to go too. I knew Dad wouldn't let me, so I held off until I realized you were working for the scholarships and college too. I'd applied to a couple of colleges and got those acceptance letters. But then I knew that if I left, Dad would never let you leave. So I never told him," I said.

"But Sade, these are Columbia, Yale, Princeton," Sam said as he flipped through the envelopes.

"I know. I was planning to ask after you left, but I never got the chance. Dad was pissed. Also heart-broken that you left, though I know you won't believe it. I guess I'm just pissed that you got to do something I'd wanted to do for so long. But you know what? That's all gone now. I'm happy you got to live a normal, apple pie, safe life even if it was only for a few years.

"And as for what it was like after you left. It pretty much sucked. We hardly ever saw Dad. All he'd do was text us co-ordinates and stuff, maybe meet up for research; but that was it. Dean and I hardly talked. And then soon enough, you stopped returning my calls too. I was pissed and annoyed and just bitchy," I said.

"That you are," Dean commented, smirking. I rolled my eyes.

"Hand 'em over," I told Sam who handed me the envelopes. I took out my lighter and flicked it on before holding the envelopes over the flame. watching as it caught fire. "I don't care anymore. We have more important stuff to do," I said as I threw the burnt scraps of paper on the ground.

Sam looked to me with tear filled eyes. "I'm – " I cut him off.

"Don't, Sam. I don't regret what I did. You deserved out. Dean and I were raised hunters and honestly, I think I hunt better than I study," I said, making my brothers chuckle. "Research though, I can beat your ass," I said, trying to lighten the moment.

Sam scoffed. "You wish."

I laughed as we settled into the car and Dean turned on the radio. This was how I pictured us. The three of us, on the road, on a mission, but together…like a family.

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