It was in middle of the night and a couple was standing in a living room, the long black- haired woman was looking at a photo with a young brown-haired handsome man and a young blonde beautiful woman was leading up against each other. Both had a smile on their faces, while the man that is with the black- haired woman, was wandering around the room when another man, the same man from the photograph came into the living room and lunged himself at Dean and grabbed his shoulder. The black-haired woman shook her head as she crossed her arms over her crest, Dean knocked Sam's arm away and aimed a closed fist at him, he ducked before Dean grabbed his arm and swung him around, shuffling him back. Sam kicked out after Dean, but he blocked the kick and was pushed back into the other room. Dean marched to elbowed Sam in the face before Sam kicked at Dean's head, he ducked, and the woman jumped over him and swung a fist at Sam who blocked before she knocked him down by knocking him of balance and pinned him to the floor with a hand on his neck with her other hand held his wrist. Dean looked at her, with pride shining in his eyes.
"Take it easy, Sam." Sam took a deep breath.
"C?" he laughed, staring at the woman in front of him with surprise in his eyes.
"That's right. And guess who's with me."
"Dean?!" she laughed softly while Dean grinned at her, she got up from her position and want over to Dean, taking his hand as she turned a bit away from Sam. She is trying to not leash out at him, she is angry at herself and the younger Winchester but mostly at herself. When Dean told her that they were going to get Sam, she thought that it was a bad idea, but she didn't say anything to Dean. She knew that Dean wanted his brother back with them, hunting. She doesn't understand why Sam left two years ago, was a chance at a normal life really that important than being with his family. She knows that her and Sam needs to talk together sometime soon, since he will notice her acting different or weird towards him.
"You scared the crap out of me." Sam stood up and stared at the couple with narrowed eyes.
"That's 'cause you're out of practice."
"No matter what, Sam you can't win, even not Dean can win against me." Dean pressed his lips to C's temple as he closed his eyes.
"What the hell are you doing here?" The couple stared at him.
"Well we're looking for a beer." Dean putted his hands-on Sam's shoulders and shook him once before letting go and placed a hand on C's hip, pulling her closer to his side.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he asked again.
"Okay. All right, we gotta talk."
"Uh. The phone"
"Yeah like you would have picked up if we called you!" C huffed, looking to the side with a frown and crossed arms. Dean stroked her hip with his thump, trying to calm her down. She leaned into his side, wordlessly. Before the lights was turned on, by a woman in short shorts and a cropped smurfs shirt.
"Sam?" the couple and Sam turned their heads in unison.
"Jess. Hey Dean, Crystal, this is my girlfriend Jessica." Dean starred at Jess before a hand hit him on the back of his head. He turned to C who was looking at him with narrowed brows and still had her arms crossed.
"Wait, your brother, Dean and friend Crystal?" Sam nodded as Dean grinned before stepping back to stand behind C, placing his hands on her stomach while she laid her hands over Dean's.
"Oh, we love the smurfs. You know, I gotta tell you. You are completely out of my brother's league." Dean said while resting his chin on top of C's head.
"Just let me put something on." Jess turned to walk away.
"No, no, no, I wouldn't dream of it, seriously."
"Down boy, you have me." C murmured, Dean just smiled and tightened his arms around her, a bit.
"Anyway, we gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business. But uh nice meeting you."
"No." Sam walked over to Jess and put an arm around her waist.
"No whatever you want to say, you can say in front of her." C shook her head before staring at Sam and Jess.
"Okay."
"John have not been home in a few days."
"So, he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later." Dean closed his eyes before opening them and stared at his brother and girlfriend.
"Dad's on a hunting trip. And he hasn't been home in a few days." Sam looked at Dean and C while Jess glanced up at Sam.
"Jess excuse us. We have to go outside."
Dean, C and Sam headed down stairs after Sam had put on a pair of jeans and a hoodie.
"I mean, come on, you can't just break in the middle of the night and expect me to hit the road with you two."
"You are not hearing us, Sammy. Dad's missing; we need you to help us find him."
"You remember the poltergeist in Amherst? Or the Devil's Gates in Clifton? He was missing than, too. He's always missing and he's always fine." Dean and C stopped and turned around, Sam stopped too.
"Not for this long, Sam. Now are you gonna come with us or not." C interlocked her fingers with Dean's.
"I'm not" the pair starred at Sam.
"Why not?"
"I swore I was done hunting, for good."
"Come on, it wasn't easy but it can't be that bad" C huffed as Dean and she started to walk down stairs with Sam following after them.
"Yeah? When I told dad, I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a, 45." The couple stopped at the door, turning to look at the younger Winchester.
"What else was he supposed to do, huh. Sam."
"I was nine years old! He was supposed to say, 'don't be afraid of the dark'." C formed a fist as Dean laid a hand on her hip.
"Don't be afraid of the dark! Sam, are you kidding me. You know what's out there!" she snapped, Dean pressed his lips onto the side of her head, trying to calm her down.
"Yeah, I know, but still the way we grew up, after mom was killed, and dad's obsession to find the thing that killed her." Dean glared to the side; C placed a hand on the hand had was on her hip, offering some comfort.
"But we still haven't found the damn thing, so we kill everything we can find."
"And we save a lot of people, doing it!" All of them, looked at each other for a long moment.
"You think mom would have wanted this for us?" Dean rolled his eyes before slamming the door opened and tugged C outside, they walked down the stairs to the parking lot.
"The weapon training and melting the silver into bullets? Man Dean, we are raised like warriors and Crystal like an assassin.
"So, what are you doing to do? You're just gonna live some normal life? Is that it?" C sneered, with narrowed eyes.
"No, not normal, Safe"
"And that's why you ran away. To be safe, but no matter what you do we're not safe, Sam" C told the younger Winchester with no emotion in her voice, Dean glared to the side; C took his hand and moved closer to him.
"I was just going to college. It was dad who said if I was gonna go, I should stay gone and that's what I'm doing."
"Yeah, well, dad's in real trouble right now. If he's not dead already, I can feel it."
"We can't do this alone, Sam."
"Yes, you can." Dean grabbed C and pulling her into his arms with her back to his crest.
"Yeah well we don't want to." Sam sighed and looked down, thinking for a moment before looking up.
"What was he hunting?" Dean pulled away from C and walked over to the trunk of the impala and opened it. C came over before she popped the compartment open with a shotgun and daggered through the clutter.
"All right where the hell did you put that thing, sweetie?"
"So, when dad left, why didn't you go with him?" The brothers watched C before Dean smacked her ass, she flipped him her middle finger.
"We were working our own dig. This, uh, voodoo thing, down in New Orleans.
"Dad let you two go on a hunting trip by yourself?" Dean looked at his brother.
"I'm twenty-six and C is twenty-five." C pulled out some papers out of a folder, and turned to the brothers, gazing down at the papers.
"All right, here we go, So John was checking out this two - lare blacktop just outside of Jericho, California, about a month ago, This guy." She held out one of the papers to Sam as Dean moved to stand behind her, pulling her into his arms.
"They found his car but he vanished, completely MIA." The paper was a printout of an article from the Jericho Herald; headline 'Centennial Highway Disappearance' and was dated Sept. 19th, 2005, it has a man's picture, captioned 'Andrew Carey missing'. Sam read the article and gazing up.
"So maybe he was kidnapped." C glared at Sam, one of her eyebrow twisted before turning around and slammed another paper down into the trunk.
"Yeah, well here's another one in April."
"Another one in December 'oh-three, 'ninety-eight, 'ninety-two, ten of them over the past twenty years." She took the article from Sam and picked the rest of the stack, putting the papers into the folder.
"All men, all the same five-mile stretch of a road." Dean explained before pulling a bag out from another part of the arsenal.
"It started happening more and more, so dad went to go dig around. That was about three weeks ago, we hadn't heard from him since which is bad enough." C grabbed a handheld tape recorder.
"Then we got this voicemail yesterday." She pressed play, the recording was staticky and the signal was breaking up.
"Dean…Crystal, something big is starting to happen… I need to try and figure out what's going on. It may… Be careful, Dean, Crystal. We're all in danger." C pressed stop, before linked her fingers with Dean's.
"You know there's EVP on that?" Dean grinned at his brother.
"Not bad, Sammy, kinda like riding a bike, isn't?" Sam shook his head.
"All right C showed the massage down and ran it through a gold wave, took out the hiss, and this is what we got." C pressed play again.
"I can never go home." an unknown female voice said, C pressed stop and threw the recorder into the arsenal.
"Never go home." Sam repeated as C put the shotgun down before standing straight up and slammed the trunk closed. Dean leaned against it before pulling C in front of him, wrapping his arms around her stomach.
"You know, in two years. I've never bothered you, never asked you for a thing." Sam looked away and sighed before gazing back at the couple.
"All right, I'll go. I'll help you find him." the pair smiled.
"But I have to get back first Monday. Just wait here." Sam turned to go back into the apartment when Dean's voice called out.
"What's first thing Monday?" Sam glanced at the couple over his shoulder.
"I have this… I have an interview"
"What, a job interview, skip it." C smacked his arm.
"Play nice, love." Dean smirked and turned her around before placing a kiss on her lips.
"Don't I always?" she smiled before giving him a peck; Dean laid a hand on her neck and lower back as he deepened the kiss. C sighed softly as she moved her arms to lie around his shoulders.
"It's a law school interview, and it's my whole future on a plate."
"Law school!?" Dean smirked, still holding C in his arms as he glanced over to Sam.
"So, do we have a deal or not" He didn't answer, Sam walked into the apartment, leaving his brother and friend outside. C started to play with Dean's hair.
"So how is it seeing Sam again, love?" she tilted her head, he gazed down at her.
"I don't know." He smiled before leaning in and kissed her again, the kiss took her by surprise and he pushed his tongue into her mouth, Dean pulled C closer by her hips, C pulled away and stared at him in shock.
"What has that for?"
"Just wanted to do that" She blinked a few times, staring at him.
"Really?"
"Really." C smirked at Dean before captured his lips, he deepened the kiss and sliced his tongue into her mouth before her tongue got tangled with his. Dean placed his forehead on hers after breaking the kiss. C smiled with closed eyes as he tightened his grip on her hips.
Sometime later, they were sitting in the impala; Dean was sitting in the drive seat with C in the back seat, Dean turned around and smiled softly at her, lying down her side with her arm under her head and her legs was bent. Her eyes were closed, he pulled a blanket over her before moving some strays of hair from her face.
At a gas station, it is November 1th 2005. The impala was parked in front of a pump, while 'Ramblin Man' by the Allman brothers was playing.
~Lord, I was born on a ramblin man~ a voice sang as Dean and C came out of the convenience mart, C was carrying a bag with junk food while Dean had a hand on C's hip.
~Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' thee best I can~ Sam was sitting in the shotgun seat with the door opened, while rifling through a box of tapes.
"Hey." The couple came over to the impala; Sam leaned forward and looked at them.
"You want breakfast?" Dean asked.
"No, thanks."
~And when it's time for leavin~ Sam stared at the food in C's arms.
"So, how'd you pay for that stuff?"
~I hope you'll understand~
"You and dad still running credit card scams?"
"Yeah well, hunting aint exactly a pro ball career." C huffed as she put the nozzle hack on the pump, before Dean gave her a peck on her lips.
"Besides, all we do is apply, it's not our fault, they send us the cards." Dean protested.
"Yeah? And what names did you write on the application this time." Sam pointed as he swigged his legs back inside the car and closed the door as C opened the door to the backseat.
"Uh, Burt Aframian." Dean got in the driver's seat as C got in the back seat; she took the bag with the soda and crisps from him and placed it down beside her.
"And his son and niece, Hector and Jane, scored three cards out of the deal." The couple slammed their doors close.
"That sounds about right, I swear, man, you're gotta update your cassette tape collection," there was at least a dozen cassettes in the box on Sam's lap, some of them had an album art and others was hand-labeled.
"Why." C laid a hand on Dean's shoulder and he put his own over hers.
"Well, for one, they're cassette tapes, and two- "Sam held a tape up for each hand, he mentioned.
"Black sabbath? Motor head? Metallica?" C took the tape labeled Metallica.
"It's the greatest hits of mullet rock." Sam complained.
"Well, house rules, Sammy." Dean took the tape from C and popped it into the player.
"Driver picks the music; shotgun seat shuts his cakehole." Dean gave C the box with tapes and she placed it on the seat beside her as Dean started the engine.
"Sammy is a chubby twelve-year old" C sang with a grin. AC/DC's back in black begin to play.
"It's Sam okay?" Dean turned the music up.
"Sorry, can't hear you, the music's too loud." C grinned as Dean drove away from the gas station.
Later at the centennial highway.
~back in black, I hit the sack, I've been too long. I'm glad to be back, yes, I'm let loose~ the trio drove past a sigh, saying 'Jericho 7'
~From the noose, that's kept me handing about~ C was playing a game on her phone while Sam talked on his cell phone.
"Thank you." C looked up from her phone as Sam closed his own phone.
~lookin' at the sky 'cause it's getting me high~
"All right so there's no one matching dad at the hospital or morgue."
~forget the hearse 'cause I'll never die~
"So, that's something, I guess." Dean and C looked at Sam, before Dean looked back at the road, ahead of them, on a bridge, there were two police cars and several officers.
~I got nine cat's eye abusin' every one of them and running wild~
"Guys check it out." C told the brothers, Sam leaned forward to get a closer look.
~cause I'm back, yes, I'm back~ Dean pulled over and the trio took a long look before he turned off the engine. 'My cheatin' ways' by Kid gloves music had begun to play. Dean opened the glove compartment and pulled out a box full of ID cards with his, C's and John's faces. Some were visible include FBI and DEA. Dean picked two out and gave one to C while grinning at Sam who stared at the couple.
"Let's go" C and Dean got out of the impala, with Sam following them. On the bridge, the lead Deputy, Deputy Jaffe leaned over the railing, to yell down at two men in wetsuits, poking around in the river.
"you guys find anything?"
"No! nothing!" one of the men yelled up to Jaffe. Jaffe turned back to the familiar car in the middle of the bridge. Another Deputy, Deputy Hein, is at the driver's side, looking around inside the car.
"No sign of struggle, No footprints, no fingerprints, spotless. It's almost too clear." Dean, Sam and C walked into the crime scene, Dean was holding C's hand.
"So, this kid, Troy, He's dating your daughter, isn't he?" Jaffe asked Hein.
"Yeah"
"How's Amy doing?"
"She's putting up missing posters downtown." The brothers and C came over to the car.
"You fellas had another one like this just last month, didn't you?" Jaffe straightened up when someone started to talk, and saw two men and a woman.
"And who are you?" Dean and C flashed their badges.
"Federal Marshals." Jaffe stared at the trio a bit longer before asking.
"You three are a little young for marshals, aren't you?" C laughed a bit
"Thanks, that's awfully kind of you." Dean moved a bit closer to C, before walking over to the car with C behind him, when she came up beside him, he pulled her closer so she could look inside the car.
"You did have another one just like this, correct?" C asked the Deputy. Jaffe looked at her while Sam walked up beside them.
"Yeah, that's right. About a mile up the road. There've been others before that." Sam looked over to Jaffe.
"So, this victim, you knew him?" Jaffe nodded.
"Town like this, everybody knows everybody." C turned around and looked at the Deputy with a smile on her lips.
"My town was like that, too" Dean and Sam stared at her, a bit shocked over the fact that she told someone about her past. C circled around the car with Dean staring after her while Jaffe did the same.
"Really?" she nodded with a faraway look in her eyes.
"Any other connection between the victims, besides that they're all men?" C asked, peeking out over the top of the car.
"No, not so far as we can tell." Dean walked around to stand beside C, pulling her in front of him, he laid his hands on her stomach.
"So, what's the theory? Sam asked the Deputy as he put his hands in his pockets.
"Honestly, we don't know, serial killer? Kidnapping ring?"
"Well, that is exactly the kind of crack police work, I'd expect out of you guys." C elbowed Dean in the side of his ribs while having a smile on her lips.
"Thank you for your time and sorry about my partner." C grabbed Dean's hand and pulled him with her, with Sam behind them.
"Gentlemen." Sam said when he stopped for a second before walking again. Once they were out of sight, Dean pulled C closer and captured her lips as he sliced his arms around her waist as she placed her arms around his neck and pressed herself closer to him as she started to play with his hair.
"What was that for?"
"Why'd you have to elbow me in the ribs?"
"Well, why do you have to talk to the police like that?" Dean looked down at her before moving in front of Sam and her.
"Come on, they don't really what's going on. We're all alone on this, I mean, if we're going to find dad we're got to get to the bottom of this ourselves." C took a few steps towards Dean and placed a hand on his cheek and gave a sad smile.
"I know, sweetie. And we will find John." Dean nodded just before Sam cleared his throat and looked over Dean's shoulder, he turned around as C moved to stand beside him. She placed her hand into his back pocket while he laid a hand on her hip. It's was sheriff Pierce and two FBI agents.
"Can I help you girl and boys?"
"No sir, we were just leaving." As the FBI agents walked past Dean and C, they nodded at each of them.
"Agent Mulder, Agent Scully." Dean said as the trio headed past the sheriff who turned to watch them leave.
A while later, at a street corner. The brothers and C approached a young woman who were tacking up posters with Troy's face, and the descript 'Missing Troy SQUIRE.'
"I'll bet that's her" Dean said with an arm around C's waist, and with Sam beside the pair.
"Yeah." The trio walked over to the young woman.
"You must be Amy" C guessed with a smile.
"Yeah, Troy told us about you, we're his uncles and aunt, I'm Dean, this is Crystal and this is Sam." Dean added, Amy looked at them.
"He never mentioned you to me." She recalled as she walked away. The trio followed her.
"Well, that's Troy, I guess. We're not around much. We're up in Modesto." Dean confessed.
"So, we're looking for him too, and we're kinda asking around." Sam agreed while another woman, Rachel came up to Amy and put a hand on her arm.
"Hey, are you okay?" Rachel asked.
"Yeah." Amy nodded.
"You mind if we ask you a couple questions?" another poster with the letters 'Missing Troy squire' flapped in the breeze. Inside a diner, the five of them were sitting in a booth. Sam and Dean with C on his lap opposite Amy and Rachel.
"I was on the phone with Troy, he was driving home. He said he would call me right back and… he never did." Amy explained, Dean tightened his grip on C, a bit. She laid a hand over his own.
"He didn't say anything strange, or out of the ordinary?" Sam asked.
"No, nothing I can remember." Amy shook her head.
"I like your necklace." Amy held the pendant, she's wearing. It's a pentagram in a circle and looked down at it.
"Troy gave it to me, mostly to scare my parents- "She laughed.
"- with all that devil stuff." Sam laughed a little and looked down for two seconds before looking up. C stared at the pentagram for a moment before turning around and laid her head in the crock of Dean's neck. Dean looked at her before turning his eyes to his brother.
"Actually, it means just the opposite. A pentagram is protection against evil. Really powerful, I mean if you believe in that kinda of thing." Sam explained, C huffed and crossed her arms.
"Okay, thank you. Unsolved mysteries." C said with sarcasm. Dean moved his arms around her waist and held her close as he leaned forward.
"Here's the deal, ladies. The way, Troy disappeared. Something's not right, so if you've heard everything." Dean said, Amy and Rachel looked at each other. C noticed that and moved so she could look at the two girls.
"What is it?" C asked them as Dean placed his hands on her stomach.
"Well, it's just… I mean with all these guys going missing, people talk."
"What do they talk about?" Dean and C asked in union, Sam stared at the couple, a bit shocked.
"It's kind of local legend, this one girl? She got murdered out on Centennial, like decades ago." C looked at Sam who were watching Rachel attentively. He nodded at her.
"Well supposedly she's still out there." Sam nodded again.
"She hitchhikes and whoever picks her up? Well they disappear forever." The trio looked at each other.
Later in the library, C was sitting in front of a computer with Dean behind her, a web browser was opened to the archive search page for the Jericho herald. She had typed the words 'female murder hitchhiking. Dean clicked 'go' and the screen told the couple '(0) result.' C replaced hitchhiking with centennial highway. But came up with the same result, C growled, Sam who were watching them, shook his head.
"Let me try." Dean smacked his hand away.
"We got it." Sam just stared at C and gave her a look, she sighed before moved off the chair, to stand beside Dean who put his hand on her hip.
"Dude." Dean hit Sam on the shoulder. "You're such a control freak." C shook her head before staring into Dean's eyes and placed a hand on his cheek.
"Be nice, sweetie." Dean grinned down at her before pulling her closer.
"Aren't I always?" She laughed before he captured her lips, greedy.
"So, angry spirits are born out of violent death, right?" Dean looked over at his brother.
"Yeah." He sighed before giving C another peck.
"Well, maybe it's not murder." Sam explained as he replaced murder with suicide and found an article entitled 'suicide on centennial' Dean and C glared at Sam who opened the page which was dated April 25th, 1981.
'This was 1981, Constance Welch, Twenty-four years old. Jumped off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the river.' There is a picture of Constance, it's the woman who Troy.
"Does it say why she did it." C asked Sam before Dean pulled her closer to his side.
"Yeah."
"What?" Dean asked confused.
"An hour before they found her, she called 911, apparently her two little kids were in the bathtub, she left them alone for a minute, and when she came back, they aren't breathing, both died." C raised an eyebrow while looking at Sam.
"Hm." C turned to a picture of Joseph next to a picture of Sylvania bridge. She badly noticed Sam saying something.
"Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn't bear it' said husband Joseph Welch."
"Hey guys, that bridge look familiar to you?" She asked, casting a gaze over her shoulder to Dean and Sam. Dean smirked before grapping her and pulled her close, he captured her lips. C smiled into the kiss as she sliced her hands into his back pockets as Dean laid his hands on her hips. Sam looked uncomfortable before clearing his throat. Dean just smirked at his younger brother.
At night, at the Sylvania bridge, the trio walked along the bridge, C stopped to lean on the railing and looked down at the river. The brothers stopped and looked back at her, before walking over to her.
"So, this is where Constance took the swam dive?" Dean asked, placing a hand on C's hip.
"So, you think Dad would have been here?" Sam asked the couple as he looked over to them.
"Well, he's chasing the same story and we are chasing him." C explained as she leaned more forward and placed her arms on the railing, staring out on the water, before lifting herself up on the railing, Dean and Sam stared at her while she stood on the railing. She started walking on the railing beside the brothers.
"Okay, so now what?" the younger brother asked Dean.
"Now we keep digging until we find him, might take a while." Dean pointed out before Sam stopped. C looked over her shoulder at Sam before turning her head and out let a small pained sigh.
"Dean, C, I told you, I've gotta get back by Monday." Dean turned around as C turned to look at the river, giving the two brothers time to talk.
"Monday, right the interview."
"Yeah."
"Yeah, I forgot. You're really serious about this, aren't you? You think you're just going to become some lawyer? Marry your girl?"
"Maybe, why not?" C turned to look at Sam briefly before looking at the river again with a sigh as she shook her head.
"Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know about the things you've done." C turned around and looked at Dean, smiling softly. Knowing that if were her, Dean would have told her the truth about him and the things he has killed. That's is one of the reasons, she doesn't like Sam, for him to keep such a big secret about his life from Jessica while trying to live a normal life. That's is not who Sam are, he is a hunter. A normal life is not something C wishes for, and besides the only life, she knows is the life of a hunter and a warrior. Sam stepped closer to Dean.
"No, and she's not ever going to know." Dean want over to C and lifted her down from the railing before giving her a peck on the lips.
"Well, that's healthy, you can pretend all you want, Sammy but sooner or later, you're going to have to face up to who you really are." Dean turned around and pulled C with him as he started to walk, Sam followed them.
"And who's that?" he asked.
"One of us, Sam." C replied as she guested to her and Dean. Sam moved to get in front of the couple.
"No, I'm not like you. This is not going to be my life." Dean formed a fist as he stared at his brother, C shook her head.
"You have a responsibility to- "Sam cut Dean off.
"To dad? And his crusade? If it weren't for pictures, I wouldn't even know what mom look like. And what difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that her, mom's gone. And she isn't coming back." Dean grabbed Sam by his collar and shoved him up against the railing of the bridge, Dean stared at his brother for a long time, C moved over to the brothers and laid a hand on Dean's arm.
"Sweetie, let go of him." she spoke softly before Dean released Sam and turned around, C looked at Sam for a second before moving over to Dean as she noticed Constance standing on the edge of the bridge, C stopped moving as she continued to stare at the woman in white. Dean turned around and saw Constance.
"Sam." He called out, moving over to C while Sam came over to stand beside them. Constance looked at the trio before stepping off the edge. The trio ran over the railing and tried to find her, Dean pulled C closer to his side.
"Where'd she go?" C stared down at the water.
"I don't know." Sam told the couple, behind the trio, the impala's engine started and the headlights turned on. They turned around and stared at the impala.
"What the - "
"who's driving your car, sweetie?" C asked her boyfriend, he pulled out his keys from his pocket and jingled them. Sam and C glared at the keys as the car jerked into motion, heading straight for them, the trio immediately turned and ran.
"Dean, Crystal Go GO!" Sam shouted as the impala moved faster than they've running, when it got too close to them, Sam and Dean jumped over the railing while C jumped onto the railing and climbing up and sat down when she got to the top of the railing. C looked down and saw Sam sitting on the edge of the bridge as he looked around for herself and Dean.
"Dean, Crystal? Guys!" Sam called, just seconds before C jumped down beside the younger Winchester, Sam jumped a bit in shock and surprise. She smirked before looking over the edge for her boyfriend. Below them, a filthy and annoyed Dean crawls out of the water and onto the mud, panting. C was about to jump down into the river if Sam hadn't stopped her.
"What?" Dean shouted up to C and Sam, the woman let out a sigh of relief.
"Are you all right? Sweetie" C asked loudly, Dean holds up one hand in an A-OK sign while saying "I'm super."
Sam and C laughed both feeling relieved, before moving away from the edge.
Sometime later, away from the bridge. Dean closed the hood of his car before leaning on it as he grabbed C and pulled her to his chest, Sam was standing close by.
"Your car all, right?" C muttered, while wrapped her arms around Dean's neck, loosely.
"Yeah, whatever she did to it, seems all right now. That Constance chick, what a bitch" He nodded.
"Well, she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure. So, where's the job go from here, genius?" Sam asked before settling on the hood next to Dean and C.
Dean threw up his arms in frustration, before flicking mud off his hands. Sam sniffed, then looked at Dean.
"You smell like a toilet." C just smiled softly at Dean before giving him a peck, she was about to pulled away when Dean placed a hand at the base of her neck. Leaning into the kiss. Sam cleared his throat, making the couple break their kiss. Dean looks down.
In the morning, at a motel. A Versa Bank MasterCard in the name of Hector Aframian lands on a handwritten guest ledger.
"One room, please." Dean was standing at the motel check-in desk, still filthy, with C beside him and Sam behind him. The clerk picked up the card and stared at it.
"You guys having a reunion or something?" He asked the trio, causing them to look at each other, before Sam took a step forward towards the desk.
"What do you mean?"
"I had another guy, Burt Aframian. He came and bought out a room for the whole month." The clerk answered the tall Winchester, Dean looked at C with a bit of surprise in his eyes. She took his hand with both hands and gave a small smile.
Outside John's room, the motel door swaged open. C was kneeing on the other side, having just picked the lock. She threw the picks over to Sam who grabbed them as she stood up. Dean was outside, playing lookout, until C reached out of the room to grab his shoulder and yanked him inside. While Sam closed the door behind them. The trio looked around, every surface has papers pinned to it, maps, newspaper clippings, pictures, notes, you name it. There were books on the desk and assorted junk on the floor and bed, including something with a hazardous-materials symbol. "Whoa." Sam breathed, just before Dean turned on a light over by the bed and picked up a half-eaten hamburger lying on the small table. Sam stepped over a line of salt on the floor.
Dean sniffed the burger and recoils.
"I don't think he's been here for a couple days at least." C fingered the salt on the floor before looking up.
"Salt, cats-eye shells...he was worried. Trying to keep something from coming in." C commented before standing up and moved over to Dean who were looking at the papers covering one wall.
"What have you got here?"
"Centennial Highway victims." Sam nodded. The victims seen on the wall include Mark somebody, William Durrell, Scott Nifong who disappeared in 1987 at age 25, and somebody Parks. Mark, Durrell, and Nifong are all white males, judging by the photos.
"I still don't get it. I mean, different men, different jobs-" C told the brothers, Sam crossed the room.
"-ages, ethnicities. There's always a connection, right? What do these guys have in common?" While C spoke, Sam looked at the papers taped to the other walls. There's something about the Bell Witch, two people being burned alive, a skeletal person blowing a horn at several scared people with the note 'mortis danse', a column about 'Devils + Demons', another about 'Sirens, Witches, the possessed', a wooden pentacle, and a note that says 'Woman in White' above a printout of the Jericho Herald article on Constance's suicide. Sam turned on another lamp.
"Dad figured it out." The couple turned to look.
"What do you mean?"
"He found the Same article we did. Constance Welch. She's a woman in white." Dean stared at the photos of Constance's victims.
"You sly dogs." Dean managed to say before he felt a smack on the back of his head, he turned to C with a glare which she returned with crossed arms. Dean flinched as he turned back to Sam.
"All right, so if we're dealing with a woman in white, John would have found the corpse and destroyed it."
"She might have another weakness."
"Well, Dad would want to make sure."
Dean crossed to Sam, C laid an arm around his waist.
"He'd dig her up. Does it say where she's buried?"
"No, not that I can tell. If I were Dad, though, I'd go ask her husband."
Sam tapped the picture of Joseph Welch.
"The caption say he's thirty; the article dates to 1981, so he must be sixty-four." C mumbled while Dean placed a hand into her back pocket.
"If he's still alive."
Sam went to look at something else, Dean looked at the picture below the Herald article, of a woman in a white dress.
"All right. Why don't you, uh, see if you can find an address, I'm gonna get cleaned up." Dean started to walk away with C beside him, Sam turned.
"Hey, Dean?"
Dean stopped and turned back.
"What I said earlier, about Mom and Dad, I'm sorry." Dean held up a hand and C gave a small smile.
"No chick-flick moments." Sam just laughed and nodded.
"All right. Jerk."
"Bitch."
"Moron" Sam laughed again as Dean and C disappeared, into the bathroom.
Sam noticed something, his smile disappeared, and he moved over for a closer look. A rosary hanged in front of a large mirror and stuck into the mirror frame is a photo of John sitting on the hood of the Impala, next to a girl in a hoodie and a boy in a baseball cap who is Dean and with another a younger boy, Sam, on John's lap. Sam took the photo off the mirror and held it, smiling sadly. Inside the bathroom, Dean had C pressed against the well, snogging her, while she had her legs wrapped around his waist. Dean was holding her up by her thighs as she buried her hands into his hair. Dean pulled away for a few moments to pull C's shirt off, he threw it to the side before C grabbed the hem of Dean's shirt, she pulled it off and let it fell to the ground. They resumed snogging before Dean pulled them away from the well and walked in the shower cabin.
Sometime later, Dean and C came out from the bathroom both had wet hair and Dean grabbed his and C's jackets. He shrugged it on one shoulder before helping C into hers before they crossed the room.
"Hey, man. I'm starving, I'm gonna grab a little something to eat in that diner down the street. You want anything?"
"No." Sam muttered.
"Aframian's buying." Sam shook his head as he played with the phone in his hands. "Mm-mm."
Outside the motel room, Dean and C left the motel room. He got the jacket the rest of the way on as they crossed the parking lot. She looked over and saw a police car, where the clerk was talking to Deputy Jaffe and Deputy Hein. The clerk pointed at Dean and C, they turned around and Dean pulled out his cell phone to call Sam while the deputies was approaching the pair.
"Dude, five-oh, take off."
"Uh, they kinda spotted us. Go find Dad."
Dean hanged up the phone as the deputies approached. Dean and C turned and he grinned at them.
"Problem, officers?" C asked the deputies while Dean took her hand, noticing an edge to her voice.
"Where's other your partner?"
"Partner? What, what another partner?" Jaffe glanced over his shoulder and jerked his thumb towards the motel room. Hein headed over there. Dean fidgeted while C had a glare.
"So. Fake US Marshal. Fake credit cards. You got anything that's real?"
"My boobs." Dean grinned.
Hein slammed Dean over the hood of the cop car. While Jaffe did the same with C who were sneering at the deputies
"You have the right to remain silent-"
Sheriff's office – The sheriff entered the room, carrying a box. He sat the box on the table at which Dean and C sit and went around the table to face Dean and C across it.
"So you want to give us your real name?"
"I told you, it's Nugent and Watson. Ted Nugent and Sarah Watson."
"I'm not sure you realize just how much trouble you're in here."
"We talkin', like, misdemeanor kind of trouble or, uh, squeal like a pig trouble?" Dean asked.
"You got the faces of ten missing persons taped to your wall."
Dean looked away and C was staring at the celling, having no interest in the conversation.
"Along with a whole lot of Satanic mumbo-jumbo. Boy, you are officially a suspect."
"That makes sense. Because when the first one went missing in '82 I was three."
"I know you've got partners. One of 'em's an older guy. Maybe he started the whole thing. So tell me. Dean." The Sheriff tossed a brown leather-covered journal on the table.
"This his?" Dean stared at it while C turned her gaze to the journal. The Sheriff sat on the edge of the table. He flipped through the journal: it's filled with newspaper clippings, notes, and pictures, just like what's on the walls of John's motel room.
"I thought that might be your name. See, I leafed through this. What little I could make out-I mean, it's nine kinds of crazy."
Dean leaned forward for a closer look.
"But I found this, too." He opened the journal to a page that read 'Dean 35-111', circled, with nothing else on that page.
"Now. You're stayin' right here till you tell me exactly what the hell that means." Dean stared down at the page, then looked up with C turned to look out at the widow.
The sun had gone down and the moon had raised, at the Sheriff's office.
"I don't know how many times I gotta tell you. It's my high school locker combo." The sheriff was still interrogating Dean and C, over the 'Dean 35-111' page.
"We gonna do this all night long?" A Deputy leaned into the room.
"We just got a 911, shots fired over at Whiteford Road." The deputy told the sheriff.
"You have to go to the bathroom?"
"No." Dean said, C shrugged, looking to the side.
"Good." The Sheriff Handcuffed Dean and C to the table and left with the deputy. Dean saw a paper clip poking out of the journal, he pulled it out, and looked at it. Moments later, as the Sheriff and Deputy were gearing up to leave, Dean and C was out of the cuffs. Dean immediately grabbed C and pressed his lips onto hers, reassuring her that he is safe. Moments later, Dean watched through the window in the door, ducked out of sight as the Deputy approached the door, and waited. Dean and C climbed down the fire escape, he was carrying John's journal. Later at a street corner Dean was in a phone booth, his and C's phone was confiscated, and she didn't have the time to steal it back.
"Fake 911 phone call? Sammy, I don't know, that's pretty illegal." Dean spook into the phone.
"You're welcome." Sam's voice came through the phone.
"Listen, we gotta talk."
"Tell me about it. So the husband was unfaithful. We are dealing with a woman in white. And she's buried behind her old house, so that should have been Dad's next stop."
"Sammy, would you shut up for a second?"
"I just can't figure out why Dad hasn't destroyed the corpse yet."
"Well, that's what I'm trying to tell you. He's gone. Dad left Jericho."
"What? How do you know?"
"I've got his journal."
"He doesn't go anywhere without that thing.
"Yeah, well, he did this time."
"What's it say?"
"Ah, the Same old ex-Marine crap, when he wants to let us know where he's going."
"Coordinates. Where to?"
"I'm not sure yet."
"I don't understand. I mean, what could be so important that Dad would just skip out in the middle of a job? Dean, Crystal, what the hell is going on?" there was a pause and some noise on Sam's side. Dean looked at C with worry flashing in his eyes, C looked down at his right hand before taking into her own hands.
"Sam? Sam!"
With Sam, inside the impala, Sam breathed hard. Constance was sitting in the back seat.
"Take me home." Constance spook, when Sam didn't do anything. The woman in white, spoke more firmly.
"Take me home!"
"No." Constance glared, and the doors locked themselves. Sam struggled to opened them. The gas pedal pressed down, and the car began to drive itself. Sam tried to steer, but Constance were also doing that too. Sam continued to try to get the door open. In the back seat, Constance flickered. The car pulled up in front of Constance's house and stopped. The engine turned off and so did the lights.
"Don't do this."
Constance flickered.
"I can never go home." her voice was sad as she stared at the house.
"You're scared to go home." Sam looked back, but Constance wasn't there. He glanced around and back and saw her in the shotgun seat. She climbed onto his lap, shoving him back against the seat hard enough to recline the seat. Sam struggled. "Hold me. I'm so cold." She whispered.
"You can't kill me. I'm not unfaithful. I've never been!"
"You will be. Just hold me." Constance pressed a kiss onto Sam's lips as he continued to struggle, reaching for the keys. She pulled back and disappeared, a flash of something horrible behind her face as she vanished. Sam looked around for a moment, then yelled in pain and yanked his hoodie open. There was five new holes burned through the fabric, matching to Constance's fingers: she flickered in front of him, her hand reaching into his chest. A gunshot goes off, shattering the window and startling Constance. Dean and C approached, Dean still firing at her. She glared at him and vanished, before reappearing again, and Dean kept firing until she disappeared again. Sam managed to sit up and start the car.
"I'm taking you home." Sam said as he drove forward into the house. Dean and C stared after the car. Sam smashed through the side of the house. The couple ran after the car and walked through the wreckage to the passenger side of the car. "Sam! Sam! You okay?"
"I think... "
"Can you move?" C asked Sam
"Yeah. Help me?" Dean leaned through the window, about to give Sam a hand. C were staring at Constance who picked up a large framed photograph, the Woman is Constance and the children are presumably hers. Dean helped Sam out of the car. "There you go." Dean closed the car door. The brothers looked around and saw Constance, she looked up before glaring at them and threw the picture down. A bureau scooted towards Sam, Dean and C, pinning them against the car. The lighted flickered, Constance looked around, scared. Water began to pour down the staircase, she moved over. At the top are the boy and girl from the photograph. They held hands and spook in chorus.
"You've come home to us, Mommy." Constance looked at them, distraught. Suddenly they were behind her; they embraced her tightly and she screamed, her image flickering. In a surge of energy, still screaming, Constance and the two children melted into a puddle in the floor. Sam and Dean shoved the bureau over, Dean turned to C, pulling her to him before the trio went to look at the spot where Constance and her children vanished.
"So this is where she drowned her kids."
Sam nodded.
"That's why she could never go home. She was too scared to face them." C told the brothers.
"You found her weak spot. Nice work, Sammy." He slapped Sam on the chest where he's been injured before pressing a kiss onto C's lips and walked away with her beside him. Sam laughed through the pain.
"Yeah, I wish I could say the same for you. What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak?"
"Hey. Saved your ass." 'Highway to Hell' by AC/DC began to play. Dean leaned over to look at the car.
"I'll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car?" Dean twisted around to look at Sam.
"I'll kill you." Sam laughed while C smiled a bit. Later, the Impala teared down the road, the right headlight was out. Dean was driving with Sam beside him and C in the back seat.
~Living easy, loving free Season ticket on a one-way ride~
Sam have the journal opened on the page 'Dean 35-111' and a map opened on his lap and is trying to find the coordinates with a ruler, a flashlight tucked between his chin and shoulder.
~Asking nothing~
"Okay, here's where Dad went."
~Leave me be~
"It's called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado."
~Taking everythin' in my stride~
Dean nodded.
"Sounds charming. How far?"
~Don't need reason~
"About six hundred miles."
~Don't need rhyme~
"Hey, if we shag ass we could make it by morning." Dean said, C sighed as she looked out the window.
~Ain't nothing I would rather do~
Sam looked at him, hesitating.
''Dean, I, um...'' Dean stared at his brother for a second before turning to look at the road, C laid a hand on his shoulder for comfort.
~Going down~ Dean glanced at the road and back at Sam.
~Party time~
"You're not going." Dean started as a fact while C closed her eyes before taking her hand back.
~My friends are gonna be there too~
"The interview's in like, ten hours. I gotta be there." Dean nodded, disappointed, as C glared at Sam. Dean returned his attention to the road.
"Yeah, whatever." C almost hissed at Sam, still glaring at him. Dean shook his head at her before saying "I'll take you home." Sam turned the flashlight off. They drew on.
~Highway to hell~
A couple of hours later, the impala drew in on the parking lot close to Sam's apartment.
~I'm on the highway to hell~ They pulled up in front of the apartment, Dean having a frown on his face while C were looking away from Sam who got out and leaned over to look through the window.
"Call me if you find him?" Sam asked his older brother and friend even though it seem to him, that C don't like him, Sam didn't understand why since they were good friends before he left for collage. They were like brother and sister before he left but now she is acting different, almost like she hates him. Sam just shook the thoughts out of his head, Dean nodded.
"And maybe I can meet up with you later, huh?"
"Yeah, all right." Sam patted the car door twice and turned away, Dean leaned toward the passenger door, one arm hanging over the back of the seat.
"Sam?" Sam turned back.
"You know, we made a hell of a team back there." Dean said with a grin.
"Yeah." Sam answered before Dean drew off, C had turned around to look at Sam who watched them go and sighed.
In the impala, C turned back to Dean, when suddenly her body became cold, Dean noticed it and pulled his car to a stop before turning around to look at his girlfriend.
"C?" He asked with worry and concern in his voice.
"We need to turn back, something is wrong! Sweetie." She told him, Dean started the car and made a U-turn to drive back to Sam's apartment. A few minutes later, they were pulling up on the parking lot. C opened the door before Dean stopped the impala, she ran over to Sam's apartment. She kicked the front door open.
"Sam!" she shouted, trying to find him.
"Jess!" Someone yelled, C turned to the sound and came running into the bedroom. "Sam! Sam!" C looked up at the celling and saw Jess.
"No! No!" She grabbed Sam off the bed and shoved him out the door with Sam struggling all the way.
"Jess! Jess! No!" C turned Sam around once they were standing outside and slapped him, hard. She swallowed hard while glaring at Sam.
"There is nothing, you can do! She's gone!" C told him, flames engulfed the apartment. A short while later, a fire truck was parked outside the building, firemen and police keeping back gawkers. Dean looked on with C beside him, holding his hand. They then turned and walked back to the car. Sam was standing behind the open trunk, loading a shotgun. Dean looked at the trunk while C was giving the brothers a moment to themselves, then at Sam, whose face are set in a mask of desperate anger. Sam looked up before sighing and giving a nod as he tossed the shotgun back into the trunk. Dean grabbed C and pulled her into his embrace.
"We got work to do." Sam closed the trunk.
So, about this chapter.
About Crystal or C's problem with Sam, she is closed off to Sam as there are a rift or bridge between them. Sam will notice the changes between them, we will hear more about their thoughts on it in the other chapters when I have edited the current chapters and the future chapters. Dean will be caught between his love for Crystal and his brother. And we will also hear his thoughts on Crystal and Sam and the bridge between them. We will also hear more about Dean and C's relationship, both in the original story and in the spin off's.
About Crystal/C, I have a lot planned for her, through the chapters, we will learn more about Crystal, but we will only know anything about her past in season 4 of the SPN series.
I will also write some spin offs for helping you understand the relationship of Dean and Crystal. If you have an idea for a pairing name for Dean and Crystal, please write it in the reviews.
A:N I know that I have been gone for a while but there have been a lot going on in my life. I am trying to find out about what I want to do with my life but I will try to update more but before doing that, I rewrite the chapters first because of Crystal, I haven't write her as I wanted. There are things I don't like in the current chapters.