THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME

young woman, Jenny, is sitting on the floor of her home, unpacking boxes. She comes across a photo of herself and her husband at their wedding. She begins to cry just as her daughter, Sari, comes in the room.

"Mommy?" Sari asks.

Jenny looks up. "Hey, sweetie. Why aren't you in bed?"

"There's something in my closet." Sari says.

In Sari's bedroom, Jenny opens the closet doors and looks inside as Sari watches from her bed. "See? There's nothing there."

"You sure?" Sari asks.

"I'm sure. Now, come on. Get into bed."

Sari crawls into bed and Jenny tucks her in. "I don't like this house." She says.

"You're just not used to it yet. But you and your brother and me—we are going to be very happy here. I promise." Jenny kisses Sari on her forehead. "I love you."

She turns off the light and gets up to leave the room. "The chair." Sari says.

"Okay." Jenny moves a chair under the doorknob of the closet. "The chair. Just to be safe."

Sari lies down and goes to bed. Jenny leaves. After returning to the living room, she continues unpacking boxes. She stops when she hears the sound of scratching coming from the basement.

"Please, God, don't let it be rats." A few moments later, Jenny goes downstairs into the basement with a flashlight. She tries turning on a light, but the switches don't work. "Terrific."

Back in Sari's room, the chair begins moving on its own, away from the closet doors. She sits up in her bed, wide-eyed and afraid.

Back in the basement, Jenny keeps looking around. On the floor, she sees a large black trunk. She kneels down and opens it, pulling out old photos of the Winchester family. Written on the back of a picture are the words, 'The Winchesters. John, Mary, Dean, and Little Sammy'.

Jenny smiles. In Sari's bedroom, the closet doors open by themselves. Standing in the closet is what looks like a person, but it is entirely made out of fire.

At the Motel, Sam is sleeping and begins dreaming of Jenny. She is inside her bedroom, screaming for help. Sam wakes up, confused.

he next morning, while Dean is on the computer, Sam is drawing a picture of a tree. "All right. I've been cruisin' some websites. I think I found a few candidates for our next gig. A fishing trawler found off the coast of Cali -- its crew vanished. And, uh, we got some cattle mutilations in West Texas. Hey."

Sam looks up from his drawing. "Am I boring you with this hunting evil stuff?" Dean continued. Elena came out of the bathroom smelling fresh and had damp hair.

"No. I'm listening. Keep going." Sam said.

"And, here, a Sacramento man shot himself in the head. Three times." Dean waves his hand in front of Sam's face. "Any of these things blowin' up your skirt, pal?"

Sam looks at the picture. "Wait. I've seen this."

"Seen what?" Elena asks while combing her hair.

Sam gets up from the bed and goes searching through his duffel bag. "What are you doing?" Dean asks.

Sam finds a photo of their family from when he was a baby. He compares the tree in the photo to his drawing. They are the same. "Dean, I know where we have to go next." Sam says.

"Where?"

"Back home—back to Kansas." Sam says.

"Okay, random. Where'd that come from?" Dean asks.

Sam shows the photo to Dean. "All right, um, this photo was taken in front of our old house, right? The house where Mom died?" Sam asks.

"Yeah." Dean says.

"And it didn't burn down, right? I mean, not completely, they rebuilt it, right?" Sam asks once more.

"I guess so, yeah. What the hell are you talkin' about?" Dean asks.

"Okay, look, this is gonna sound crazy but....the people who live in our old house—I think they might be in danger." Sam says.

"Why would you think that?" Elena asks.

"Uh...it's just, um....look, just trust me on this, okay?"

He starts to walk away, and Dean follows him. "Wait, whoa, whoa, trust you?" Dean asks.

"Yeah."

"Come on, man, that's weak. You gotta give me a little bit more than that." Dean says.

"I can't really explain it is all."

"Well, tough. I'm not goin' anywhere until you do." Dean says and Sam sighs. Dean waits expectantly.

"I have these nightmares." Sam says and Elena perks up again.

Dean nods. "I've noticed."

"And sometimes....they come true." Sam says.

Dean is stunned. "Come again?" He asks.

"Look, Dean....I dreamt about Jessica's death—for days before it happened." Sam says.

"Sam, people have weird dreams, man. I'm sure it's just a coincidence." Dean sits down on the bed.

"No, I dreamt about the blood dripping, her on the ceiling, the fire, everything, and I didn't do anything about it 'cause I didn't believe it. And now I'm dreaming about that tree, about our house, and about some woman inside screaming for help. I mean, that's where it all started, man, this has to mean something, right?" Sam says.

"I don't know." Dean says.

Sam sits down in front of Dean. "What do you mean you don't know, Dean? This woman might be in danger. I mean, this might even be the thing that killed Mom and Jessica!" Sam yells.

"All right, just slow down, would ya?" Dean stands up and begins pacing. "I mean, first you tell me that you've got the Shining? And then you tell me that I've gotta go back home? Especially when...."

"When what?"

Dean looks sad. "When I swore to myself that I would never go back there?" He asks.

"Look, Dean, we have to check this out. Just to make sure." Sam says softly.

"I know we do."

ean and Sam pull up outside the house. "This is where you guys used to live?" Elena asks.

"Yep." Dean didn't even glance at it as he answered.

Sam looked at his brother. "You gonna be all right, man?" He asks.

"Let me get back to you on that." Dean says and they get out of the car. After knocking on the front door, Jenny answers it.

Sam is shocked that she is the same woman from his dream. "Yes?" She asked.

"Sorry to bother you, ma'am, but we're with the Federal-" Dean starts.

Sam interrupted his brother. "I'm Sam Winchester, and this is my brother, Dean. We used to live here. This is our friend Elena.You know, we were just drivin' by, and we were wondering if we could come see the old place." He says.

"Winchester. Yeah, that's so funny. You know, I think I found some of your photos the other night." She says.

"You did?" Dean asks.

Jenny nods and steps aside. "Come on in." She says.

Once inside the house, the four of them go to the kitchen. Sari is at the table doing homework. Ritchie, her jumpy toddler brother, is in his playpen. "Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice!" He yells.

"That's Ritchie. He's kind of a juice junkie." Jenny takes a sippy cup out of the refrigerator and hands it to her son. "But, hey, at least he won't get dirty."

"Do you mind if I play with him?" Elena asks.

Jenny smiles. "Go ahead. God knows I need a break." She says. Sam and Dean watch as Elena bends down to play with the toddler. They both smirk to themselves. Jenny walks over to Sari. "Sari, this is Sam and Dean. They used to live here."

"Hi." Sari says and Dean waves.

"Hey, Sari." Sam says.

"So, you just moved in?" Dean asks.

"Yeah, from Wichita."

"You got family here, or....?" Dean asks.

"No. I just, uh....needed a fresh start, that's all. So, new town, new job—I mean, as soon as I find one. New house." Jenny says.

Sam puts his hands in his pockets. "So, how you likin' it so far?" He asks.

"Well, uh, all due respect to your childhood home—I mean, I'm sure you had lots of happy memories here." Jenny says and Dean smiles weakly. "But this place has its issues."

"What do you mean?" Sam asks.

"Well, it's just getting old. Like the wiring, you know? We've got flickering lights almost hourly." Jenny says.

"Oh, that's too bad. What else?" Dean asks.

"Um...sink's backed up, there's rats in the basement." She pauses. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to complain.

Dean, not at all offended, speaks. "No. Have you seen the rats or have you just heard scratching?" He asks.

"It's just the scratching, actually."

"Mom?" Sari calls. Jenny kneels down next to her. "Ask them if it was here when they lived here."

"What, Sari?" Sam asks.

"The thing in my closet."

"Oh, no, baby, there was nothing in their closets." Jenny looks to Sam and Dean "Right?"

"Right. No, no, of course not."

"She had a nightmare the other night." Jenny says.

"I wasn't dreaming. It came into my bedroom—and it was on fire." Sam and Dean are shocked.

ater, Elena, Dean and Sam are walking back to the car. "You hear that? A figure on fire." Sam says.

"And that woman, Jenny, that was the woman in your dreams?" Dean asks.

"Yeah. And you hear what she was talking about? Scratching, flickering lights, both signs of a malevolent spirit." Sam says.

"Yeah, well, I'm just freaked out that your weirdo visions are comin' true."

Sam panics. "Well, forget about that for a minute. The thing in the house, do you think it's the thing that killed Mom and Jessica?" He asks.

"I don't know!" Dean yells.

"Well, I mean, has it come back or has it been here the whole time?"

"Or maybe it's something else entirely, Sam, we don't know yet." Elena says.

"Well, those people are in danger, Dean. We have to get 'em out of that house." Sam says.

"And we will."

"No, I mean now."

Dean gets aggravated "And how you gonna do that, huh? You got a story that she's gonna believe?" He asks.

"Then what are we supposed to do?"