Supernatural Sister Imagines

Imagine #92: The Memories of Missouri Moseley

"Who are you?"

"My name is Missouri Moseley, little one. Who are you?"

"I'm Y/n Winchester, Mrs. Moseley."

"Oh, honey, call me Missouri. Now, how old are you, child?"

"Four."

"Oh wow, I don't believe it."

"You knew that, didn't you Mrs. Moseley?"

"What?"

"You can read my mind, can't ya Mrs. Moseley?"

"..."

"How did you know that?"

"Well, Mrs. Moseley, cause I can read yours too."

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"Good morning, boys," She hopped giddily down the steps into the library and slid across the wood floor on socked feet, stooping to kiss Sam's, then Dean's cheek, "How'd you guys sleep?"

"We slept fine, cupcake," Dean said cheerfully, a smile creeping onto his face, following the warmth of where her lips had kissed him, "What about you?"

"Good, good." She said, "What do you want for breakfast?"

Sam pursed his lips and Dean shrugged. "I'm not hungry."

Her smile left as she stared at Sam a moment, pushing beyond his wall with a sniff. "Pancakes it is, then."

"Hey!" Sam scolded, eyes narrowed, "What have we told you about reading our minds?"

She shrugged as she walked away. "To not to, but you guys are bad about never giving me a straight answer."

Dean rolled his eyes at the back of her head as she disappeared down the stairs before turning to his brother. "She's getting stronger. Normally we're able to block her out, but lately she's been tearing down our walls like paper."

Sam nodded in agreement, staring at a notch in the table before him. "I know. I think we need to take her to see Missouri."

"Is Missouri still alive? It's been twelve years." Dean said.

"As far as I know," Sam responded, heaving a sigh, "I'd like to think we would've gotten a notice if she wasn't. She's helped us with Y/n's powers once, maybe she can do it again."

"Yeah," Dean murmured, more of a grunt really, "I just worry about her."

Sam snorted, a smirk playing at his lips. "Yeah, I know, Dean. All you do is worry about her."

Dean smiled, shrugging innocently. "What can I say? She's my baby."

"Who's your baby?" She stepped into the room, two plates stacked high with pancakes in either hand.

"You are," Dean said, looking at the plates, "How'd you make so many cakes so fast?"

She grinned as she set the plates down on the table and stuffed a piece of a cake in her mouth. "I'm magic."

"Hey, how do you feel about taking a little field trip--" Sam reached across the table and snatched up a cake, glancing at her from the corner of his eye-- "to Lawrence?"