Supernatural Series Rewrite- Season 1

Home- Part 2

You walked with Dean back down to his car and looked at him.

"What did you guys find out?" You bit your lip, wiping the rest of the water from your eyes.

"The woman Sam dreamed about is the woman in that house. Get this, her daughter saw a figure on fire in her closet." Dean explained.

"Figure on fire? Could that be your mom?" You wondered.

"What? No, Jenny said there was spooky shit going on there. My mom wouldn't scare other people." Dean sighed.

"Well, those people are in danger, Dean. We have to get them out of that house." Sam said

"And we will."

"No, I mean now." Sam demanded.

"And how you going to do that, huh? You got a story that she's going to believe?" Dean scoffed

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

"Get gas." You said quietly.

"What?" Both boys turned to look at you.

"I noticed that we were out of gas on the way here and before we think about anything else, we need gas." You opened the back door and got in. Sam and Dean sighed, defeated and got in the car, driving to the nearest gas station.

"I know what to do. We just gotta chill out, that's all. You know, if this was any other kind of job, what would we do?" Dean said, pumping gas into his car. You were leaning on the side and Sam was leaning on the other side.

"We'd try to figure out what we were dealing with. We'd dig into the history of the house." Sam sighed.

"Exactly, except this time, we already know what happened." Dean shrugged.

"Yeah, but how much do we know? I mean, how much do you actually remember?" Sam looked at his brother. You wanted to know this too.

"Not much. I remember the fire... the heat," He sighed and scratched the back of his neck. "And then I carried you out the front door."

"You did?" Sam asked surprised.

"Yeah, what, you never knew that?" Sam shook his head and you listened intently. "And, well, you know Dad's story as well as I do. Mom was.... was on the ceiling. And whatever put her there was long gone by the time Dad found her." This was getting to Dean and all you wanted to do was hug him and kiss the pain away.

"And he never had a theory about what did it?" You asked, butting in.

"If he did, he kept it to himself. God knows we asked him enough times." He looked at you.

"Okay. So, if we're going to figure out what's going on now, we have to figure out what happened back then. And see if it's the same thing." Sam declared.

"Yeah. We'll talk to your dad's friends, neighbors, people who were there at the time." You said, walking closer to Dean.

"I'll be right back. I gotta go to the bathroom." Dean sighed and walked off to the bathroom. You knew it was a lie and looked at Sam before walking after him. He rounded a corner and you stopped just before and listened in.

"Dad? I know I've left you messages before. I don't even know if you'll get them. But I'm with Sam and Y/N and we're in Lawrence. There's something in our old house. I don't know if it's the thing that killed Mom or not, but I don't know what to do. So, whatever you're doing, if you could get here. Please. I need your help, Dad." Your heart broke with every word he said. You walked and saw him crying, trying to keep it together. You walked to his and wrapped your arms around his waist, putting your head on his back. He tensed up but relaxed when he knew it was you.