The Winchester Three (S1): The Beginning

Ch 5 Section 4

A little while later, the four of them stood in the extremely messy kitchen surveying the destruction. Sam looked around, then to his siblings trying to see if they were satisfied with what happened. Sam himself wasn't convinced that this was done. It didn't feel done.

He made eye contact with Missouri, "You sure this is over?"

"I'm sure..." She nodded before turning, "Why do you ask?"

"Nevermind." He sighed, "It's nothin', I guess."

Jenny entered the house finally, "Hello? We're home." She came into the kitchen and looked around in shock, "What happened?"

"Uh... a lot happened but we're going to pay for the damage." Angel explained, "And help clean it. Really Jenny."

Dean looked over at his sister in confusion, earning a smile from Missouri.

"Don't you worry, Jenny. Dean's gonna clean up this mess himself." She eyed him once he just stood there, not moving, "Well, what are you waiting for, boy? Get the mop." Glaring he walked away as she spoke, "And don't cuss at me!"

As he walked away, he muttered under his breath. A little while later, after Dean cleaned up the mess to Missouri's satisfaction, they left the house and waved goodbye to Jenny before she shut the door behind them.

Later that night...

Outside Jenny's house, Dean parked the Impala at the insistence of Sam.

He looked over to Sam tiredly, "Alright, so, tell me again, what are we still doing here?"

Sam shook his head, "I don't know. I just... I still have a bad feeling."

"Maybe it's just the house giving you the creeps like it gives me the creeps." Angel mused, "Missouri didn't seem to think anything was still inside."

"Yeah..." Dean grumbled, "Missouri did her whole Zelda Rubenstein thing. The house should be clean, it should be over."

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

Dean sighed and grumbled, "Yeah, well, problem is I could be sleeping in a bed right now."

He slid down in his seat and closed his eyes, trying to get comfortable.

Sam looked up and saw Jenny at her bedroom window screaming for help, "Guys. Look, Look!"

They rushed out of the car and ran towards the house.

Dean turned to them, "You two grab the kids, I'll get Jenny."

Sam rushed to get Richie as Angel went to get Sari. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw a figure made out of fire standing by her closet. Sar screamed for help, crying to Angel when she saw her enter the room. Angel hugged the wall as she went to Saris bed, quickly picking her up into her arms tightly.

"Don't look, Sari." She kept her hand firmly on her head as she rushed out and repeated the things she said to her brothers all those years ago, "Don't look!"

She rushed out of the bedroom and down the stairs as fast as she could, meeting Sam at the bottom. As soon as he put Richie down, an invisible force knocked him to the floor and flung him into the other room.

Terror filled Angel, "Sammy!" She put Sari down and looked at her dead in the eye, hurriedly, "Alright, Sari, take your brother outside as fast as you can, and don't look back, okay? Go!"

After they took off out of the house she sprinted off in Sam's direction, dodging flying furniture along her way. When she found him she was instantly slammed into a glass cabinet, incapacitating her.

Sari screamed as she ran outside with Ritchie. They rushed to Dean and Jenny immediately.

Upon seeing just the kids, Dean knelt down to Sari nearing panic, "Sari, where's Sam and Angel?

"Inside." She cried, terrified, "Something's got Sam."

Panicked, Dean looked at the front door. It slammed shut on its own and when he rushed over to open it it wouldn't budge. He rushed over to the impala and opened the trunk to grab his rifle and an ax. Once he was back at the front door he began chopping away at it.

Inside the kitchen, Sam got flung into a set of cabinets next. He couldn't move any part of his body as he was pinned up by the invisible force. He looked over to his sister, and she also wasn't moving.

More panic set in, "Angel." He gasped out, "Angel wake up!"

The fire figure made its way towards them as Dean continued chopping down parts of the door. Eventually, he made a hole that he is able to step through. He hurried through the house, looking for Sam and Angel.

"Sam? Angel!"

He saw Angel on the ground and Sam pinned up as he looked at the fire figure in front of him. Dean quickly raised his gun but faltered as Sam yelled.

"Dean, no! Don't!"

"What, why?!"

"Because I know who it is. I can see her now."

Angel came too just then, with a groan. Dean painfully helped her up as she grimaced from the glass biting into her skin very painfully. When she finally stumbled to her feet and looked at the fiery figure, shock and pain resigned on her face.

"It..."

Suddenly, the fire vanished. Instead, standing in front of them is Mary Winchester, exactly as she was the night she died. Dean's expression softened from beside his sister.

In shock, he lowers his gun slowly, "Mom?"

Mary smiled and stepped closer to them, "Dean." Tears form in Dean's eyes as Mary then turned to Angel and stared at her lovingly, "Angie..." Her eyes shifted between them, "Thank you."

"Mom..."

Angel's breath caught as she cried and Mary walked away from them, heading over to Sam. Angel grabbed onto Dean, not really believing what she was watching. Neither one of them wanted to take their eyes off of their mother.

"Sam." Sam smiled weakly as he cried and his mother's smile faded, "I'm sorry."

Sam frowned, "Fo- For what?"

She gave him a sad look but no explanation before walking away from them.

She looked up at the ceiling, "You get out of my house. And let go of my son!"

Once again, she burst into flames. When she was entirely engulfed, the fire reached the ceiling and disappeared. The force holding Sam to the wall is instantly released. He hurried over to Dean and Angel, and the three of them looked at each other, stunned.

Sam's eyes swept the house, "Now it's over."

Angel scoffed, "That's one hell of an ending..."