The End | {BOOK 5}

7| Missouri's Family

Sam got a call from Missouri Moseley, and put Jody on the case. That, of course, didn't sit well with Dean, who decided he needed to head out and help with the case anyway. Not liking his tone when he announced that Sam could stay behind and babysit Jack while he went to work, I decided to go with him. When we got to the Psych Office in Omaha, Jody and Missouri were standing outside.

"Dean and Ellie Winchester," Missouri smiled at us fondly.

"Missouri. Jody," Dean grinned. "I'm not sure who to hug first."

He went for Missouri first while I hugged Jody and then we swapped.

"Oh, honey," Missouri pulled back to stare at me sadly. "I'm sorry for your losses. Both of your losses."

"Ah, leave it to a psychic to cut right through the small talk, huh?" Dean smirked.

I glanced over at him, pursing my lips.

"How're you doing?" Jody asked us.

"Dandy," Dean answered for both of us.

He followed Jody inside, Missouri grabbing my hand to hold me back a moment.

"You need to tell that boy what's on your mind," she said.

"He doesn't want to hear it, Missouri," I shook my head.

"He is a stubborn one, I know. But if anyone can make him change his mind about Jack, it would be you, Ellie. You just have to get him to listen to you. And you should really trust Sam," Missouri added. "If Jack is really as powerful as you think he is, then you'll be able to get your mom back."

I nodded slowly.

"Come on. They're waiting for us."

We went inside where Jody and Dean were standing.

"Yes, I think it's a wraith, too," Missouri said as Dean opened his mouth.

Dean nodded.

"No forced entry," he informed us.

"Excuse me, dears," Missouri walked over, placing a hand on the door knob and closing her eyes.

"Missouri reads objects," Dean informed Jody in a low voice. "It's kinda her thing."

"He pretended to be a customer," Missouri said, opening her eyes, "said he needed help. Dede always was a soft touch."

She closed her eyes again, taking a deep breath.

"He is a wraith. But he's picked up a taste for our kind."

"He feeds on psychics?" Jody asked.

"Yes, he does."

We watched Missouri trail her hand over the table, swept away in more visions.

"Oh, oh," she breathed.

"Missouri, Missouri, you okay?" I asked.

"James!" she cried out.

Whipping out her phone, she immediately dialed up a number.

"James? Baby?" she spoke into it. "I know. I'm not supposed to call, but this is important. Yes, you have to believe me. James, something bad is coming. It's coming for you and Pai..."

She stopped short, James apparently having hung up on her. The psychic sighed, walking over to where we were waiting and handing me a slip of paper.

"I want you to go to Buckhead, Georgia. This is the address. My son James lives there with my granddaughter, Patience. This wraith, he'll be coming for them. That's what I saw."