Chapter 27

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The workplace of Missouri Moseley looked like your average psychic or palm readers. As Sam, Dean and I sat on the less than comfortable couch, waiting patiently as Missouri finished with her latest client. She came out, escorting a man and assuring him that his wife was, as she put it, ‘crazy about him’.

“Whew. Poor bastard. His woman is cold-bangin’ the gardener,” she said when he’d finally left out the front door.

“Why didn’t you tell him?” Dean asked.

“People don’t come here for the truth. They come for good news,” she replied matter-of-factly. I smirked. I already liked Missouri. She turned back to the room she had been in previously. When none of us followed, she called over her shoulder. “Well? Sam and Dean, come on already, I ain’t got all day.”

The three of us followed after her immediately, and once inside the room, she turned to Sam and Dean. “Well, lemme look at ya. Oh, you boys grew up handsome. And you were one goofy-lookin’ kid, too,” she said to Dean. Sam and I chuckled and Dean frowned.

Next Missouri turned to Sam. “Sam,” she said, grabbing his hand. “Oh, honey…I’m sorry about your girlfriend. And your father –- he’s missin’?”

My eyes widened in shock at the sheer amount that the woman knew. And I could tell by the look on the boys faces that they were just as shocked as I was.

“How do you know all that?” I demanded.

“The same way that I know your name is Katherine Sutton and you’re dating Dean,” she replied simply.

I smirked and nodded. “You’re good.”

Missouri shook her head. “Nah, you were just thinking it just now. That’s how I knew,” she said.

“So where’s our Dad,” Dean demanded.

Missouri replied. “I don’t know,” she replied simply.

“Don’t know? Well you’re supposed to be psychic, right?” Dean shot back. I sent a look his way but he didn’t even acknowledge me.

“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 all but ordered, and the three of us plopped down on the couch, Sam and I smirking the entire time. The three of us hadn’t been sitting for two seconds when Missouri snapped her fingers 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 grumbled while Sam and I were trying our hardest not to fall over with real laughter.

“No, but you were thinkin’ about it,” Missouri retorted.

Sam and I controlled ourselves long enough for him to ask, “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,” Missouri replied from her seat across from us.

“What about the fire? Do you know what killed our mom?” Dean asked hurriedly.

“A little. Your daddy took me to your house. He was hopin’ I could sense the echoes, the fingerprints of this thing,” Missouri replied.

“And could you?” Sam asked.

“I…” Missouri began.

Sam looked at the woman expectantly. “What was it?”

Missouri sighed. “I don’t know. But oh, it was evil,” she replied softly, solemnly.

“We think something is back in the house,” I said, breaking an unsettling silence that had settled over us after Missouri’s last statement.

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