Supernatural... But Better (Vol. I)

Chapter Thirty Three

Somebody knocked on the door. "Annabeth?"

Confused, I shut off the TV, walking over to the door. Opening it revealed a middle-aged black lady, who smiled warmly at me.

"Hello honey, I'm Missouri. Now, your friends are at their house right now, and unfortunately, I couldn't convince them to bring you along," she explained. "So, grab your things."

I raised an eyebrow. "I thought you said you couldn't convince them."

She laughed, waving me off. "Oh, honey, nobody tells me what to do. I think we need you, so you're coming with. Unless you want to stay here while we have all the fun?"

Smiling, I shook my head. "No, ma'am. Give me just one moment."

Ten or so minutes later, I was getting out of her car outside the old Winchester house.

Missouri walked over there first, but I hung back, taking it in. It was sort of weird, finally seeing something I'd heard a lot about, but never actually knew what it looked like.

"Dean, Sam," I heard Missouri say, looking over to where she was standing next to their car. "Ah, it's been a while since I've been here."

"Where's this expert you promised us?" Dean asked her.

Smiling at her ploy, I finally crossed the street, relishing every bit of their surprise when their gaze landed on me. "Well, I don't know about expert, but—"

"Oh, I think you just might be, dear," she disagreed, gesturing towards the front door. "Shall we?"

Sam reached out a hand, stopping her. "Wait. She shouldn't be here. It's not safe."

Missouri glared at him. "I think she's perfectly capable of taking care of herself, boy, and even if she wasn't, you two are perfectly capable of doing it for her. Now, I say we need her, so please, lead the way.

The four of us — Sam and Dean still rather unwilling — walked up to the house, and they knocked on the door.

A woman answered it after a moment, carrying a toddler on her hip. "Sam, Dean. What are you doing here?"

"Hey, Jenny. These are our friends, Missouri and Annabeth," Sam introduced.

Dean cleared his throat. "If it's not too much trouble, we were hoping to show them the old house. You know, for old time's sake."

I smiled to myself. Either people were generally more gullible than I was, or he was a really bad liar.

She gave us an overwhelmed smile. "You know, this isn't a good time. I'm kind of busy."

"Listen, Jenny, it's important," he told her.

Missouri transferred her purse to her other arm, smacking him upside the head. "Give the poor girl a break, can't you see she's upset?" She turned to the woman then. "Forgive this boy, he means well, he's just not the sharpest tool in the shed, but hear me out."

Looking a little uneasy, she readjusted her child. "About what?"

"About this house," Missouri answered, gesturing to it.

"What are you talking about?"

She took a small step forward. "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?"

Jenny's eyes widened as she spoke. "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.