Fractured

Missouri Moseley

After the emotional conversation that had been exchanged a little while ago, we decided to drive to the auto repair shop John worked at 22 years ago. As we arrived we all shoved our emotions away and put our work faces on, determined to figure out what the hell is attacking the house.

We met with the owner right away and he instantly remembered John, "Yeah, we used to own this garage together, a long time ago. A matter of fact it's been about twenty years since he disappeared, so why are the cops all of the sudden interested."

"Oh, we are opening some of our unsolved cases, and the Winchester disappearance is one of them," Dean responded coolly.

"Well, okay, what would you like to know about John," the man asked.

"Whatever you remember. Anything that sticks out in your mind. Every bit of information we learn, can help with this case," I stated.

"Well, he was a stubborn bastard, that's for sure. Whatever the game, he hated to lose, an old marine thing. He sure loved Mary, and he doted on those kids," the man explained.

"That was before the fire, correct," Sam asked professionally.

"Yeah, that's right."

"Did he ever talk about what happened," I asked, carefully.

He looked at me answering, "Nah, not at first. I think he was in shock. After awhile I think the stress got to him because he would talk about how something caused that fire, and killed Mary."

I nodded pretending to write this stuff down on a piece of paper as Dean asked, "Ever say what did it?"

The man's gaze shifted to Dean, "Nothing did it," he said matter of factly, "It was an acidient. I tried to tell him to get some help, but he started reading these strange books, and seeing this palm reader in town."

"Palm reader, you have a name," Dean asked.

The man looked to the ground and said, "No, I'm sorry."

"No problem, thank you for your time," I said. With the information we gathered we went back to the car.

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After doing some digging around in John's journal we figured out the palm reader's name was Missouri Moseley, and after some further research we found where she was located. A few minutes later we were in a waiting room in a house, obviously waiting for her to finish with a client.

"You don't actually believe in this hand reading junk, do you," I asked while looking at one of the pamphlets.

"Hell, no," Dean mumbled, "It doesn't matter. We just need her for information anyway."

I let out a huff, turning back to the pamphlet in my hand, waiting for the woman to finish up. Shortly after the small exchange between Dean and I, Missouri made her way out. She politely ushered a man out and turned to us.

"Oof, poor bastard, his wife is cold banging the gardener," she revealed to us. I couldn't help but snort at that statement, and how fast her personality has changed.

"Why didn't you tell him," Dean questioned her.

"People don't come here for the truth, they come for good news," She stated matter of factly, retreating back to her office.

Sam, Dean and I all shared a look before following the strange woman. We all sat on the small couch across from her awkwardly in silence for a minute.

"Sam and Dean Winchester, and Devyn Wison," she mused.

My face scrunched in confusion, "How do you know us?"

"Hush now darling, let me look at you," she said, making me raise my eyebrows in surprise. "You boys grew up handsome, and you Devyn grew to be so beautiful. Thank God because you were one goofy looking kid, too" Missouri continued, pointing at Dean. I couldn't help but laugh, as Dean looked at the woman in offense. "Ah, ah, don't laugh little missy, you were an interesting child too," She said scolding me, causing Dean to smirk.

She looked us over before approaching Sam, grabbing his hand, "Oh, Sam. Oh honey, I'm sorry about your girlfriend."

I looked at her in shock, "How- how did you know that?"

She smiled walking over to me, grabbing my hand. Her cheery smile changed to one of sadness, "Oh darling, I'm so sorry about your parents. I didn't know, and oh dear. How's your shoulder doing."I quickly pulled my hand from hers and looked away not wanting to talk about it, or talk about how she knew these things had happened by just touching me. Dean went to reach for my hand but I pulled away clearing my throat.

"Dean, come here," she continued on, "You and Devyn are together I see. I thought you two would never figure it out."

Sam laughed and said, "Tell me about it."

Missouri giggled still holding on to Dean's hand, "But you still have this darkness inside you, hunny. Why's that? Oh, and your dad is missing?" she questioned, finally taking her hand away.

"Okay lady, how did you know all that," I asked harshly.

She looked at me with a smile, "Oh Devyn, that fiery attitude never ceases to surprise me. Why my dear, you guys were all just thinking about those things now," she explained.

We all shared a look with each other and Dean asked, "Well, where is he? Is he okay?"

Missouri hestianted before answering, "I don't know."

I looked at the woman suspiciously, "What do you mean you don't know. You're supposed to be a psychic right?"

She looked at me with a hard, pointed stare, a complete one eighty from her previous mood, "Your cute Devyn, but don't get lippy with me young lady. I ain't no magician. I may be able to read thought, but I can't just pull facts out of thin air."

My eyes widened, both of the boys were smirking at me. What the hell is going on here. Sam giggled a little bit, but stopped once he saw the look I was giving him."Oh, I'm sensing some tension between you two," she said looking between Sam and I, "and don't you dare think about putting your feet on my coffee table or I'll whack you with a spoon," Missouri continued looking at Dean.

We all looked around avoiding eye contact with each other. I feel like I'm suffocating with the amount of tension that swirling around in this room.

I cleared my throat awkwardly as Sam began questioning the woman across from us, "Okay... so our dad. When did you first meet him?"

"He came for a reading, a few days after the fire. I just told him what was really out there in the dark. I guess you could say I drew back the curtains for him," she explained to us carefully.

Dean leaned forward and asked, "What about the fire? Do - do you know about what killed our mom?" I looked over to him and placed a hand on his thigh, squeezing a bit.

Missouri took in a deep breath and said, "A little, your daddy took me to your house. He was hoping I could sense the echo's, the fingerprints of this thing."

"And could you," Sam asked hopefully.

She hesitated again before answering, "I-I don't, I don't know, but boy was it evil. You guys think something is back in that house don't you?"

"Definitely," Sam said.

Missouri shook her head as she processed this, "I don't understand. I haven't been back inside that house, but I've been keeping an eye on the place and it's been quiet. No sudden deaths, no freak accidents. Why is it acting up now?"

"I don't know," Sam spoke up, "but with dad gone missing, and Jessica dying, and now this house. It's all happening at once, and it just feels like something is starting."

I looked over to Sam and mumbled, "Well that's a comforting thought."