UNHOLY SPIRIT

"We just gotta chill out, that's all. You know, if this was any other kind of job, what would we do?" Dean asks.

Sam sighs. "We'd try to figure out what we were dealin' with. We'd dig into the history of the house." He says.

"Exactly, except this time, we already know what happened." Dean says.

"Yeah, but how much do we know? I mean, how much do you actually remember?" Sam asks.

"About that night, you mean?"

"Yeah." Sam answers.

"Not much. I remember the fire...the heat." Dean pauses for a moment. "And then I carried you out the front door." Dean says.

"You did?"

"Yeah, what, you never knew that?"

Sam shakes his head. "No." He says.

"And, well, you know Dad's story as well as I do. Mom was....was on the ceiling. And whatever put her there was long gone by the time Dad found her." Dean says.

"And he never had a theory about what did it?" Elena asks.

"If he did, he kept it to himself. God knows we asked him enough times."

"Okay. So, if we're gonna figure out what's goin' on now...we have to figure out what happened back then. And see if it's the same thing." Sam says.

"Yeah. We'll talk to Dad's friends, neighbors, people who were there at the time."

Sam pauses. "Does this feel like just another job to you?" He asks.

Dean says nothing for a moment. "I'll be right back. I gotta go to the bathroom." He says.

He walks away. After turning a corner, he stands next to the bathroom door and takes out his cell phone. After making sure no one can see him, he dials a number.

It immediately goes to voicemail. "This is John Winchester. If this is an emergency, call my son, Dean at 866-907-3235." The beep sounds.

"Dad? I know I've left you messages before. I don't even know if you'll get 'em." He clears his throat. "But I'm with Sam and our friend Elena. And we're in Lawrence. And there's somethin' in our old house. I don't know if it's the thing that killed Mom or not, but..."

His voice breaks. He pauses, barely keeping himself together. "...I don't know what to do." He begins to cry. "So, whatever you're doin', if you could get here. Please. I need your help, Dad." He hangs up sadly, with tears in his eyes.

When Dean turns around, he finds Elena standing there looking sad. He composes himself and adjusts his jacket. "I thought you were with Sam." He says.

"I was, but then I came over here to check on you. Make sure you didn't fall in the toilet." She says. "Are you okay?"

Dean forces a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine." Before he could say anything else, Elena walks over to him and embraces him in a hug.

"Everything's going to be okay." She whispers in his ear. Dean stands there, not knowing what to do.

ack at the Winchester house, Jenny is showing a plumber to the kitchen, near the sink. "No, sir, nothing weird down there, I promise. Sink just backed up on its own." She says.

"Well, I'll take a look." The plumber says.

"Thanks. Oh, okay, I'll get out of your way." She leaves. The plumber sets down his tools and begins looking at the pipes under the sink. A few feet away, by Ritchie's playpen, a toy monkey is sitting with cymbals in its hands.

Without warning, the monkey starts up. It clashes its cymbals together loudly while cackling. After a moment, the plumber looks up, confused. The toy stops. The plumber stands up and tries turning on the garbage disposal, but it doesn't work.

Instead, he rolls up his sleeve and sticks his hand down the disposal. He thinks he feels something in the drain, but when he takes his hand out, there is nothing there. He sticks most of his arm back down the disposal. Suddenly, the garbage disposal starts up.

The plumber's arm is being completely torn apart as blood splatters everywhere. At the same time, the cymbal-clashing monkey starts up again, cackling as the plumber screams.

ean, Sam and Elena are talking to the owner of the garage. "So you and John Winchester, you used to own this garage together?" Dean asks.

"Yeah, we used to, a long time ago. Matter of fact, it must be, uh...twenty years since John disappeared. So why the cops interested all of a sudden?" The owner asks.

"Oh, we're re-opening some of our unsolved cases, and the Winchester disappearance is one of 'em." Dean says.

"Oh, well, what do you wanna know about John?" He asks.

"Well, whatever you remember, you know, whatever sticks out in your mind." Dean says.

"Well...he was a stubborn bastard, I remember that." He laughs. "And, uh, whatever the game, he hated to lose, you know? It's that whole Marine thing." Dean and Sam nod. "But, oh, he sure loved Mary. And he doted on those kids."

"But that was before the fire?" Elena asks.

"That's right." The owner says.

"He ever talk about that night?" Sam asks.

"No, not at first. I think he was in shock."

"Right. But eventually? What did he say about it?" Sam asks.

"Oh, he wasn't thinkin' straight. He said somethin' caused that fire and killed Mary." The owner says.

"He ever say what did it?" Elena asks.

"Nothin' did it. It was an accident—an electrical short in the ceiling or walls or somethin'. I begged him to get some help, but..."

"But what?"

The Owner looks distraught. "Oh, he just got worse and worse." He says.

"How?" Dean asks.

"Oh, he started readin' these strange ol' books. He started goin' to see this palm reader in town."

"Palm reader? Uh, do you have a name?"

He scoffs. "No."

After their talk with John's old partner, they park the car by a payphone, where Sam is looking 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 laughs. "—there's the Mysterious Mister Fortinsky. Uh, Missouri Moseley—" He says.

"Wait, wait. Missouri Moseley?" Dean asks.

"What?" Sam asks.

"That's a psychic?"

Sam looks back at the book. "Uh, yeah. Yeah, I guess so." He says.

Dean goes into the backseat of the car and pulls out John's journal. "In Dad's journal...here, look at this. First page, first sentence, read that." He says.

"I went to Missouri and I learned the truth."

Dean shrugs. "I always thought he meant the state." He says.

issouri Mosley is escorting a man out of the house while Dean, Elena, and Sam sit on the couch, waiting. "All right, there. Don't you worry 'bout a thing. Your wife is crazy about you." The man thanks her and she closes the front door behind him. "Whew. Poor bastard. His woman is cold-bangin' the gardener."

"Why didn't you tell him?" Dean asks.

"People don't come here for the truth. They come for good news." She says. The boys and Elena stare at her. "Well? Sam, Dean, Elena, come on already, I ain't got all day.

She leaves the room. The three of them exchange a confused look and follow her into the next room. "Well, lemme look at ya. Oh, you boys grew up handsome." She points a finger at Dean. "And you were one goofy-lookin' kid, too."

"You know me?" Elena asks and Missouri smiles.

"But you don't know yourself." She says. "All in time, my child, all in time."

Dean glares at her. "Sam." She grabs his hand. "Oh, honey...I'm sorry about your girlfriend And your father—he's missin'?" Missouri asks.

"How'd you know all that?" Sam asks.

"Well, you were just thinkin' it just now."

Sam raises his eyebrows, surprised. "Well, where is he? Is he okay?" Dean asks.

"I don't know."

"Don't know? Well, you're supposed to be a psychic, right?" Dean argues.

"Boy, you see me sawin' some bony tramp in half? You think I'm a magician? I may be able to read thoughts and sense energies in a room, but I can't just pull facts out of thin air. Sit, please." She says. Sam smirks at Dean and they sit down. Missouri snaps at Dean. "Boy, you put your foot on my coffee table, I'm 'a whack you with a spoon!"

"I didn't do anything." Dean says.

"But you were thinkin' about it."

Dean raises his eyebrows. Sam smiles. "Okay. So, our dad—when did you first meet him?" Sam asks.

"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." Missouri says.

"What about the fire? Do you know about what killed our mom?" Dean asks.

"A little. Your daddy took me to your house. He was hopin' I could sense the echoes, the fingerprints of this thing." She responds.

"And could you?" Sam asks.

Missouri shakes her head. "I..."

"What was it?" Sam asks.

"I don't know. Oh, but it was evil." She whispers.

ack at the Winchester's house, jenny is on the phone in the kitchen while Ritchie jumps around in his playpen. "Look, I feel just awful about the poor man's hand. Wait, but how can I be held liable? Yeah, but I can't afford a Lawyer."

She begins to hear noises from upstairs. "Okay, listen, you just gotta let me call you back." She hangs up. "Ritchie, um, Mommy's gonna be right back, okay?"

"Okay." He replies. Jenny leaves the room.

At Missouri's house, she's still talking to the three of them. "So...you think somethin' is back in that house?" She asks.

"Definitely." Sam replies.

"I don't understand." She says.

"What? Sam asks.

"I haven't been back inside, but I've been keepin' an eye on the place, and it's been quiet. No sudden deaths, no freak accidents. Why is it actin' up now?" She asks.

"I don't know. But Dad going missing and Jessica dying and now this house all happening at once –- it just feels like something's starting."

Dean frowns. "That's a comforting thought." He says.

Back at the Winchester's again, Ritchie is alone in the kitchen, and one of the screws on his playpen mysteriously comes out of place. One of the playpen's sides falls to the floor.

At the same time, the safety latch on the door of the refrigerator comes undone. The refrigerator opens. Curious, Ritchie walks over to it. Inside, he sees his sippy cup full of juice.

"Juicy." He climbs into the refrigerator and sits on one of the shelves. Suddenly, the refrigerator door closes and the safety latch locks into place.

"Oh, baby, either we have rats or Mommy's going crazy." Jenny sees that the playpen is empty. "Ritchie? Ritchie?!"

Panicked, she rushes into the other rooms and tries to find him. "Baby, where are you?!" She comes back into the kitchen, breathing heavily. She sees milk leaking out from inside the refrigerator. She goes over to it and opens the door.

"Mommy." Ritchie says.

"Oh my God!" She takes Ritchie out of the refrigerator and holds him in her arms. A few moments later, there is a knock on the door.

She answers it and sees Sam, Dean, Elena and Missouri. "Sam, Dean, Elena. What are you doing here?" She asks.

"Hey, Jenny. This is our friend, Missouri." Elena says.

"If it's not too much trouble, we were hoping to show her the old house. You know, for old time's sake." Dean says.

"You know, this isn't a good time. I'm kind of busy." Jenny says.

Dean quickly turns serious. "Listen, Jenny, it's important." He says.

Missouri smacks him on the back of the head."Give the poor girl a break, can't you see she's upset?" She turns to Jenny. "Forgive this boy, he means well, he's just not the sharpest tool in the shed, but hear me out."

"About what?" Jenny asks.

"About this house." Missouri says.

"What are you talking about?"

"I think you know what I'm talking about. You think there's something in this house, something that wants to hurt your family. Am I mistaken?" Missouri says.

"Who are you?"

"We're people who can help, who can stop this thing. But you're gonna have to trust us, just a little." Missouri says. Jenny looks unsure.

A few moments later, Missouri, Elena and the boys are in Sari's bedroom. "If there's a dark energy around here, this room should be the center of it." Missouri says.

"Why?"

"This used to be your nursery, Sam. This is where it all happened."

Sam and Elena glance at the ceiling. While Missouri looks around the room, Dean pulls out his EMF meter. "That an EMF?" She asks.

"Yeah." Dean answers.

"Amateur." Missouri says and Dean glares at her. He nudges Sam and shows him that the EMF is beeping frantically. "I don't know if you boys should be disappointed or relieved, but this ain't the thing that took your mom."

"Wait, are you sure?" Sam asks. She nods. "How do you know?"

"It isn't the same energy I felt the last time I was here. It's somethin' different." Missouri says.

Elena looks over at her. "What is it?"

"Not it." She opens the closet. "Them. There's more than one spirit in this place."