Angel Millie Winchester, eldest of the Winchester clan, had to grow up exceptionally early at the age of 6 to help care for her brothers (4 year old Dean and 6 month old Sam) after their mother was murdered by a Yellow Eyed Demon. She's blossomed...
The Impala is parked by a payphone, where Sam flipped through a phonebook, "All right, so there are a few psychics and palm readers in town. There's someone named El Divino. There's, uh-" He laughed, "There's the Mysterious Mister Fortinsky. Uh, Missouri Moseley-"
"Wait, wait." Dean stopped, "Missouri Moseley?"
"What?"
"That's a psychic?"
"Uh, yeah. Yeah, I guess so."
"Why?" Angel pressed Dean, not thinking the name had any sort of importance to her, "Sound familiar?"
Dean went into the backseat of the car and pulled out John's journal, "In Dad's journal... here, look at this." He opened the first page, "First page, first sentence, read that."
"'I went to Missouri and I learned the truth.'"
Dean shrugged, "I always thought he meant the state."
Angel raised a brow, "But now you think he means a psychic?" At his eye she shrugged and started to get into the car, "Can't hurt to check it out."
Missouri Moseleys house...
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Missouri Moseley, an older woman, escorted a man out of the house as the three Winchester siblings sat on the couch waiting for their turn.
"Alright, there. Don't you worry 'bout a thing. Your wife is crazy about you." The man thanked her and she closed the front door behind him, "Whew. Poor bastard. His woman is cold-bangin' the gardener."
Angel smirked, "Why not tell him?"
"People don't come here for the truth, darlin'. They come for good news." The three stare at her silently, "Well? Sam, Dean, Angel come on already. I ain't got all day."
As she left the room, the three of them exchanged confused and shocked looks before following her.
"Lemme look at ya." She turned and chuckled as she brought them closer, "Angel, my oh my... you really are the spittin image of your momma. So beautiful. You've grown up to look just like her, darlin." She turned, "Oh, and you boys grew up handsome, just like your daddy." She pointed a finger at Dean, "And you were one goofy-lookin' kid, too." Dean glared as Angel and Sam chuckled, "Sam." She grabbed his hand, "Oh, honey... I'm sorry about your girlfriend." The three stared at her in shock once again, "And your father- he's missin'?"
Sam gaped, "How'd you know all that?"
"Well, you were just thinkin' it just now."
Angel raised a perfectly arched brow, "So... you can read minds?"
"Skeptic?" She grinned, "Those are my favorite customers."
