Lips of an Angel
Chapter One- Face of an Angel
Lawrence, Kansas
22 years ago
Mary Winchester carried her small son, Dean into the nursery, "Let's say good night to your brother."
"'Night Sam." Dean leaned over and kissed Sammy's forehead.
Mary smiled at both her sons and kissed Sam. "Good night, love."
"Hey Dean."
Dean turned, "Daddy!" He ran over to John.
"Hey, buddy." John scooped Dean in a hug. "So do you think Sammy's ready to toss around a football yet?"
Dean shook his head, laughing, "No, Daddy."
John laughed. "No?!" He said in mock-surprised.
"You got him?" Mary asked.
"I got 'im." John confirmed. He hugged Dean closer and leaned over to Sam, "Sweet dreams, Sam."
It was later that night when Mary woke up to strange noises coming from the baby monitor, "John," she said half-awake, she turned on the light on her nightstand. "John?"
She walked to Sam's room, "John? Is he hungry?"
He turned is head, "Shh."
"All right." She headed back down the hallway, when she saw the light by the stairs flicker, she frowned then tapped the light until it steadied.
As more lights flickered from down stairs; Mary went to investigate. She saw John had fallen asleep watching a war movie. Her eyes widened and she ran into Sammy's room.
"Sammy! Sammy!" She ran into the room and stopped short.
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It was her scream that woke John up, "Mary?" it took him a second to realize that she had screamed, "Mary!" he ran upstairs. John busted through the nursery doors.
"Mary?" John said quietly by as he entered the nursery,
Sam's room was empty, except for the infant gurgling in his crib.
"Sammy, you okay?" John looked into the crib.
Something dripped by Sammy, John frowned and touched it, then two more drops dripped on John's hand… John looked up.
Mary.
Mary was sprawled across the ceiling, an angry red line across her stomach and her nightgown wet with her blood.
"NO! Mary!" John dropped to his knees.
Mary burst into flames, as the fire spread across the ceiling, and John could only watch in horror.
Then something amazingly ordinary happened.
Sam started to cry. John leaped into action he grabbed Sam and rushed out of the burning room.
"Daddy?" Dean asked, he had been woken up by his mother's scream.
John thrust Sam into his brother's arms, "Take your brother outside as fast as you can and don't look back! Now, Dean, go!"
Dean, with his brother in his hand, ran with all the might that a four year old could muster.
John turned back to the burning nursery, "Mary!"
As he opened the door to the nursery, a fireball coughed and John couldn't see Mary, "No!"
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"It's okay, Sammy." Dean said holding Sam. He looked at Sam's window as he watched it light up with gold, like in his picture books his mom read to him.
Just as he was about to look down at Sam again he was picked up by John, who carried both his sons away from danger. As the fire exploded Sam's nursery and started to burn the rest of the house.
Joh ran outside, grabbing his sons away from danger, and carried them both away.
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As the officer held the neighbors out, and firefighters tried to wash the fire out, but there was no point. Mary was dead and the fire was blazing hotter than ever.
Across the street; John, with Sam and his arms, and Dean sat on the hood of the impala as they watched their home and Mary burn to the ground.
No one even saw the young woman sandy brown hair show up in a swirl of white orbs.
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Stanford University[4]
Present Day
"Sam! We're going to be late. Get a move on would you?" Jess called while putting the final touches on her sexy-nurse costume.
"We were supposed to be there like fifteen minutes ago." Jess said as she walked over to the door, "Sam! You coming or what?"
Sam poked his head around the corner, wearing jeans, a shirt, an over shirt and a jacket. "Do I have to?" he said sheepishly.
"Yes! It'll be fun."
Sam walked into the room. "Where's your costume?" Jess asked.
Sam laughed and ducked his head to go under the door, "You know how I feel about Halloween."
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The bar was decorated for Halloween (including a gargoyle with cobwebs and a baseball hat that said "GET NAKED") and everyone was in costume.
Jess and Luis raised their respective glasses, "Here's to Sam and his awesome LSAT victory." Jess said.
"All right, all right, it's not that big a deal." Sam smiled.
He, Jess, and Luis clinked glasses.
"Yeah, he acts all humble. But he scored a one seventy-four."
Luis drank his shot and grimaced. Sam did the same without the grimace.
"Is that good?"
"Scary good." Jess drank her shot.
"So there you go, you're a first-round draft pick. You can go to any law school you want."
"Actually, I got an interview here, Monday. If it goes okay I think I got a shot at a full ride next year."
"Hey," Jess nudged him, "It's gonna go great."
"It better."
"How does it feel to be the golden boy of your family?" Luis asked.
"They don't know."
"No, I would be gloating! Why not?" Luis demanded.
"We're not exactly the Brady's" Sam said.
"And we're not exactly the Huxtables. More shots?"
"No," Sam and Jess spoke in uniform.
"Whatever, there's a cute brunette checking me out." Luis said and went over to meet the sandy haired brunette at the bar.
Jess turned to Sam, "Seriously, though. I am proud of you. And you're gonna knock 'em dead on Monday. And you're going to get that full ride. I know it."
"What would I do without you?"
"Oh I don't know… Crash and burn." Jess smiled and pulled Sam in for a kiss.
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The small sound of a window opening woke Sam up. Completely alert Sam left the bedroom and looked around the apartment. The window was open, it had been closed earlier. Hadn't it? Then footsteps. Sam saw the silhouette of a man and heard clinking of beads in the door way. Sam moved to the other end of the apartment and waited. The man entered the room, Sam lunged forward and grabbed the man. The intruder knocked Sam's arm away and aimed to strike at Sam, who ducked. Sam shoved and kicked the intruder. But the man blocked this and Sam was left to shove him. The man shoved Sam back, and pining him to the floor. One hand on Sam's neck and the other holding Sam's wrist.
"Whoa, easy tiger."
"Dean?" Sam breathed.
Dean laughed.
"You scared the crap out of me."
"That's 'cause you're out of practice."
Sam grabbed Dean's hand and yanked, slamming his heel into Dean's back and rolling Dean back onto the floor.
"Or not." Dean amended. "Get off me."
Sam rolled to his feet and pulled Dean up.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"I was looking for a beer." Dean said.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Sam asked.
"We gotta talk." Dean said.
"I have a phone."
"If I'd called, would you have picked up?"
Jess turned the light on, reveling her in very short shorts and a cropped Smurf shirt.
"Sam?" Jess asked sleepily.
Sam and Dean tuned their heads in unison, "Jess. Hey. Uh, Dean… this is my girlfriend, Jessica."
Dean looked at her like she'd just popped out of a cake, wearing nothing but frosting.
"Wait… your brother Dean?" Jess asked, she sounded totally alert now, turned to Sam and then back to Dean, and smiled at him.
Sam nodded once. And Dean grinned and moved closer to her.
"You know," Dean said, shit-eating grin getting bigger, "I love the Smurfs. I gotta tell you. You are completely out of my brother's league."
Jess stepped back, "Just let me put something on."
"No, no, no. I wouldn't dream of it. Seriously."
Dean went back over to Sam without taking his eyes off Jess. While Sam watched him, his expression stony.
"Anyway, I gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business. But, nice meeting you."
"No." Sam said quickly. He walked over to Jess and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "Whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her."
Dean clicked his tongue, "Okay." Dean looked at his brother zeroing in on his face, "Dad hasn't been home in a few days."
"So he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He'll stumble back sooner or later.
Dean licked his lips, "Dad's on a hunting trip and he hasn't been home in a few days."
Jess glanced up at her boyfriend, "Jess," Sam swallowed. "We have to go outside."
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"I mean, come on. You can't just break in, middle of the night, and expect me to hit the road with you." Sam said zipping up his hoodie.
"You're not hearing me, Sammy. Dad's missing. I need you to help me find him." Dean said.
"You remember the poltergeist in Amherst? Or the Devil's Gates in Clifton? He was missing then, too. He's always missing, and he's always fine." Sam insisted. As Dean started down the stairs.
Dean stopped and turned around, Sam did too. "Not for this long. Now are you gonna come with me or not."
"No, I'm not."
"Why not."
"I swore I was done hunting. For good." Sam said.
"Come on. It wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad." Dean said.
Dean started back down the stairs again, "Yeah? When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45."
That stopped Dean, "Well, what was he supposed to do?"
"I was nine! He was supposed to say, 'Don't be afraid of the dark.'"
"'Don't be afraid of the dark?' Are you fucking kidding me? Of course you should be afraid of the dark. You know what's out there!"
"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 glanced outside, "We still haven't found the damn thing. So we kill everything we can find."
"We save a hell of a lot of people doing it, too." Dean said.
"You think Mom would have wanted this for us?" Sam asked.
Dean set his jaw and rolled his eyes.
"The weapon training, and melting the silver into bullets? Man, Dean, we were raised like warriors."
They crossed the parking lot to the Impala, "So what are you gonna do? You're just gonna live some normal, apple pie life? Is that it?"
"Not normal, safe." Sam said.
"And that's why you ran away." Dean said.
"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. Staying gone."
"Yeah, well. Dad's in real trouble now. If he's not dead already. I can feel it."
Sam said nothing.
"I can't do it alone, Sam."
"Yes, you can." Sam said.
Dean looked down, then back up, "Yeah, well I don't want to."
Sam sighed. "What was he hunting?"
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Dean opened the trunk of the Impala then he propped open the secret compartment with a shot gun and dug through the cluttered ammo. "All right, let's see, where the hell did I put that thing?"
"So when Dad left, why didn't you go with him?" Sam asked.
"I was working my own gig. This voodoo thing, down in Orleans," Dean said.
"Dad let you do on a hunting trip by yourself?"
"Dude, I'm twenty six. Here it is." Dean pulled some papers out of a folder. "All right, here we go. So Dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago, this guy vanished. They found his car. Completely MIA." Dean said as he handed the papers to Sam.
"Centennial Highway Disappearance" and dated Sept. 19th 2005; it had a man's picture, captioned Andrew Carey MISSING." Sam read it and looked up. "So maybe he was kidnapped."
"Yeah, here's another on in April," Sam flipped through the other papers. "Another on in December 'o-four, 'oh-three, 'ninety-eight, 'ninety two, ten of them over the past twenty years.
Dean took back the papers from Sam and placed them back in the folder which he put back in the car.
"All men, all the same five-mile stretch of road." Dean pulled another bag out from the arsenal, "It started happening more and more, so Dad went to go dig around. That was about three weeks ago. I hadn't heard from him since, which is bad enough. Then I get this voicemail yesterday." He grabbed a handheld tape recorder and pressed play.
Sam heard the staticky and the single was clearly breaking up. "Dean… something big is starting to happen… I need to try and figure out what's going on. It may… Be very careful, Dean. We're all in danger." John said.
"You know there's EVP on that?" Sam said.
"Not bad, Sammy. Kinda like riding a bike, isn't it?"
Sam shook his head.
"So I slowed the message down, I rain it through a gold wave, took out the hiss, and this is what I got.
The brothers heard a woman's voice, "I can never go home."
"Never go home." Sam repeated.
Dean nodded once, the dropped the recorder into the trunk and closed the trunk. "You know, in two years I never bothered you, never asked you for a thing."
"Alright. I'll go. I'll help you find him."
Dean nodded.
"But I have to be back first thing Monday. Just wait here." Sam turned to go back to his apartment.
"What's happening on Monday?"
"I have an interview."
"What? A job interview? Skip it."
"It's a… law school interview, and it's my whole future on a plate."
"Law school?" Dean smirked.
"So we go a deal or not?" Sam said.
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"Wait, you're taking off?" Jess said as she watched Sam pack a duffel bag. He slid a hook shaped knife inside it when she wasn't looking. "Is this about your dad? Is he alright?"
"Yeah. You know, just a little family drama." Sam said.
"You're brother said he was on some kind of hunting trip." Jess said. She sat on the bed, Sam rummaged through one of the drawers and puts a couple of shirts in the duffel.
"Yeah, he's just deer hunting up at the cabin, he's probably got Jim, Jack, and Jose along with him. I'm just going to bring him back."
"What about your interview?" Jess looked at him.
"I'll make the interview, this is only for a couple days." Sam said. He went to his bedside table to get his wallet; Jess followed.
"Sam, I mean it, please."
Sam stopped midway and turned.
"Just stop for a second. You sure you're okay?"
Sam chuckled; "I'm fine."
"It's just...you won't even talk about your family. And now you're taking off in the middle of the night to spend a weekend with them? And with Monday coming up, which is kind of a huge deal."
"Hey. Everything's going to be okay. I will be back in time, I promise." Sam kissed her and left.
"At least tell me where you're going." Jess called after him.
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CENTENNIAL HIGHWAY
Jericho, California
"Amy, I can't come over tonight. Because I've got work in the morning, that's why. ...Yeah, okay, I miss it and my dad's gonna have my ass." Troy said. His car radio began to whine, and he looked over to see a beautiful woman in a white dress on side of the road.
"Hey, Amy let me call you back." Troy pulled up next to the woman, "Car trouble or something."
She looked at him, "Take me home?" She empathized.
"Sure, get in." He said almost eagerly.
She climbed in his car.
"So," he tried turning off the radio to no avail, "Where do you live?"
"At the end of Breckenridge Road." She said huskily.
Troy nodded. "You coming from a Halloween party or something."
He looked over at her, especially her low cut dress. He looked back on the road laughing nervously.
"A girl like you shouldn't really be out her all alone."
She looked at him seductively, and pulled her skirt up over her thigh. "I'm not alone, I'm with you."
Troy looked down at her thigh, then back at the road. She took his chin and slid her finger across his cheek and turn his face toward hers. "Do you think I'm pretty?"
Troy gulped and nodded, his eye's stuck on her cleavage. "Uh huh." His mouth hung open.
"Will you… come home with me?" She licked her lips.
"Hell yeah." He said.
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They pulled up to an old abandoned house at the end of a road, she stared at the house sadly.
"Come on. You don't live here." Troy nudged her.
"I can… never go home." She said.
"What are you talking about? Nobody even lives here. Where do you live?" he turned to her only to find her gone. He checked the back seat to find it empty as well. He got out of the car nervously. "That's good. Joke's over, okay? You want me to leave?" he got out of the car and went into the house,
"Hello? Hello?" He called. As he walked to the house. He stepped on to a frame just outside the front door. He bent down and picked it up, he saw a picture of the woman and two children.
He peered through a hole in the screen door. He jumped back when a bat flew through the hole; and ran to his car.
He sped down the road, he looked behind him- no one was there. He felt a little bad about leaving her but there wasn't much he could do about it. He turned around again and saw her and began yelled. As he yelled his car plowed through the 'bridge closed' sign. He looked back at the road and slammed on his breaks.
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Sam was sitting shotgun looking through the box of tapes.
"Hey! " Dean called, Sam furrowed his brow and looked up at his brother. "You want breakfast?" Dean began to pump gas.
"No, thanks. How did you pay for that stuff anyway?" Sam looked down at the cassettes, then back up at his brother, "You and Dad still running credit card scams?"
"Yeah, well, hunting ain't exactly a pro ball career." He put the nozzle back on the pump. "Besides, all we do is apply. It's not our fault they send us the cards."
"Yeah? And what names did you write on the application this time?"
"Uh, Burt Aframian." Dean said getting into the car and threw the chips and soda in Sam's lap. "And his son Hector. Scored two cards out of the deal." Dean closed the door.
"Sounds about right. I swear, man, you've gotta update your cassette tape collection."
"Why?" Dean started up the car.
"Well, for one they're cassettes." Sam said, "And two Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica?" Dean took the Metallica tape from Sam. "It's the greatest hits of mullet rock."
"Well, house rules, Sammy." Dean popped the tape in the player, "Driver picks the music and shotgun shuts his cakehole."
"You know, Sammy is a chubby twelve-year-old. It's Sam, okay?"
Dean turned up the volume on the dial. "Sorry, I can't hear you, the music's too loud." He yelled as he drove off.
"Thank you," Sam closed his cellphone. "All right. So, there's no one matching Dad at the hospital or morgue, that's something, I guess."
Dean glanced over at Sam, then back at the road, then at the bridge ahead of them, he slowed the car down when he saw the two police cars and several officers.
"Check it out." Dean said. He turned the car off and opened the glove compartment and pulled out a box of fake ID's. He picked one out and grinned at Sam, "Let's go." He got out of the car.
He went over to the cops who were leaning over the railing to yell down to the two men in wetsuits.
"You guys find anything?" The Deputy yelled.
"No! Nothing."
"No sign of struggle, no footprints, no fingerprints. Spotless. It's almost too clean, Jaffe." Deputy Hein said.
Sam followed Dean out of the car and they both walked towards the cops.
"So… Troy is dating Amy, isn't he?"
"Yeah." He kicked the floor.
"How's Amy doing?" Jaffe asked.
"She's been putting up missing posters downtown."
"You fellas had another one like this just last month, didn't you?" Dean interrupted.
Deputy Jaffe looked Dean up and down and straightened up. "Who are you?"
Dean flashed his badge, "Federal Marshals."
"You two are a little young for marshals, aren't you?" Hein said.
Dean chuckled, "That's mighty kind of you." He went over to the bloody car, "You did just have another one just like this, correct?"
"Yeah, that's right. About a mile up the road. There've been others before that too." Jaffe said.
"So you know this victim?" Sam said.
Jaffe nodded. "Yeah, he's dating my daughter, Amy."
Dean circled the car, "Any connection between the victims, besides that they're all men?"
"Not as far as we can tell." Jaffe said. Dean circled back around to Sam.
"So what's the theory?" Sam asked moving closer to Dean.
"Honestly," Jaffe scratched his head, "We don't know. Serial murder? Kidnapping ring? We can't figure it out."
"Well, that's exactly the kind of crack police work I'd expect out of you guys." Dean grunted as Sam stomped on his foot.
"Thank you for your time." Sam said. "Gentlemen." Sam began to walk away with Dean at his heals.
Jaffe turned to a sandy-haired woman and began talking, Dean then smacked Sam on the head.
Ow! What was that for?" Sam questioned.
"Why'd you have to step on my foot?"
"Why'd you have to talk to the police like that?"
"Oh, come on. They don't really know what's going on. We're all alone on this. I mean, if we're going to find Dad we've got to get to the bottom of this thing ourselves." Dean said tapping Sam on his shoulder.
Sam cleared his throat and nodded over Dean's shoulder, Dean turned. "Can I help you boys?" the Sheriff asked.
"No sir, we're just leaving." Dean said.
A couple FBI agents walked past Dean and he nodded to each of them, "Mulder. Scully."
The sheriff narrowed his eyes as he watch the boys leave.
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"I'll bet you that's her." Dean said.
Sam turned to look at the young woman tacking up posters that read 'Missing Troy Squire'.
"Yeah." Sam said as he and Dean walked up to her.
"You must be Amy." Dean said."
"Yeah…" she hesitated.
"Yeah, Troy told us about you. We're his uncles. I'm Dean, this is Sammy."
"He-he never mentioned you to me." Amy said crossing her arms, she walked away from them pasting more posters on the walls.
Sam and Dean quickly followed her. "Well, that's Troy, I guess." Dean said, "We're not around much, we're up in Modesto."
"We're looking for him too and we're kinda asking around." Sam looked into her eyes as one of Amy's friend put her arm around Amy.
"Hey are you okay?" Her friend asked.
"Yeah," Amy rubbed her eyes.
"Do you mind if we ask you a couple of questions?" Sam asked.
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The four of them sat in a booth, Dean and Sam opposite Amy and her friend. Dean even had his arm over the back of Sam's chair.
"I was on the phone with Troy. He was driving home. He said he would call me right back, and... he never did." She said tearfully.
"He didn't say anything strange, or out of the ordinary." Sam asked.
Amy shook her head, "No… n-n-nothing I can remember." She said tearfully.
"I like your necklace…" Sam said. He was never good with crying women.
Amy looked down at the pendant- a pentagram in a circle. She sniffed, "Troy gave it to me. Mostly to scare my parents," She laughed lightly, "with all the devil stuff."
Sam laughed a little and looked down for a moment. "Actually, it means the opposite. A pentagram is protection against evil. Really powerful. I-I mean, if you believe in that kind of thing."
"Okay. Thank you, Unsolved Mysteries." Dean moved his arm off Sam's chair and leaned forward, "Here's the deal, ladies. The way Troy disappeared, something's not right. So if you've heard anything…"
Amy and her friend shared a look.
"What is it?" Dean raised an eyebrow.
"Well, it's just… I mean, with all these guys going missing, people talk." Amy's friend said.
"What do they talk about?" Sam and Dean said in unison.
"It's kind of this local legend. So this one girl? She got murdered out on Centennial, like, decades ago." Dean nodded while she talked. "Well, supposedly… she's still out there." Sam nodded, "She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up… they disappear forever."
Sam looked at Dean who looked back at his brother, "Library."
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Dean sat in front of the digitalized newspaper archived and typed in 'Female Murder Hitchhiking' in the search box and clicked 'go'. When nothing showed up he replaced it to 'Female Murder Centennial Highway' while Sam sat next to him watching.
"Let me try." Sam said, moving to take the keyboard.
Dean smacked his hand away, "I got it."
Sam shoved Dean's chair out of the way. "Dude!" Dean grumbled and hit Sam on the shoulder. "You're such a control freak."
"So angry spirits are born out of violent death, right?" Sam intoned.
"Yeah." Dean said.
"Well, maybe it's not murder." Sam replaced 'murder' with 'suicide' and found only one result. 'Suicide on Centennial'.
Sam glanced at Dean with an I-told-you-so-glare. He opened the article.
'A local woman's drowning death was ruled a suicide," Sam read then out loud, "This was in 1981. Constance Welch, twenty four years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the river."
"Does it say why she did it?" Dean asked.
"Yeah." Sam said after a beat.
"What?"
"An hour before they found her, she calls 911. Apparently her two little kids are in the bathtub. She leaves them alone for a minute, and when she comes back, they aren't breathing. Both die."
Dean raised his eyebrows.
"'Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn't bear it,' said husband Joseph Welch." Sam read.
Dean squinted, "The bridge look familiar to you?"
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SYLVANIA BRIDGE
Sam and Dean walked along the bridge, and stopped to lean on the railing looked down at the river.
"So this is where Constance took a swan dive?"
"So you think dad would have been here?"
Sam looked over at Dean who shrugged, "Well, he's chasing the same story and we're chasing him."
"Okay, so now what?"
As they were talking they didn't notice the sandy haired woman who'd appeared in a swirl of white orbs.
"Now we keep digging until we find him. Might take a while." Dean said.
The woman watched the two brothers talk. They had been calling every couple of hours, every day, for the past twenty two years. With any other charge she would have been a nanny, or a plumber, or even a dog walker; but no these charges of hers, the Winchester brothers, were destined to be great Whitelighters, she just had to make sure they stayed the course.
Sam stopped, she held her breath, "Dean, I told you, I've gotta get by Monday."
"Monday?" Dean scowled, "Oh, right. The interview."
"Yeah." Sam said
"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?" Dean asked.
"Maybe. Why not?" Sam said.
The Whitelighter watched as they argued on the bridge.
"Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know about the things you've done?"
Sam stepped closer to Dean, "No, and she's never going to know." Sam insisted.
"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 growled. He turned around and kept walking.
"And who's that?" Sam demanded following his brother.
"You're one of us."
"No." Sam stood his ground. "I'm not like you. This is not going to be my life."
"You have a responsibility to-"
"To Dad? And his crusade? If it weren't for pictures I wouldn't even know what Mom looks like. And what difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, Mom's gone. And she isn't coming back."
Dean grabbed Sam by the collar and shoved him against the railing of the bridge. Dean stuck his face in Sam's, "Don't talk about her like that?"
The Whitelighter jumped as Sam's body pinged against the side of the bridge.
Dean released Sam and walked away, in the distance he saw Constance standing at the edge of the bridge.
"Sam…"
Sam went over to Dean; Constance's form flickered as she looked over at them, then she walked off the edge of the bridge. The brothers ran to the railing and looked over.
"Where'd she go?" Dean asked.
"I don't know."
Behind them, the Impala's engine started and its headlights flashed on. Sam and Dean turned to look.
"What the-" Dean said checking his pockets.
"Who's driving your car?"
Dean pulled the keys out of his pocket and jiggled them. Sam glanced at Dean's keys. Just as he looked back at the car it jerked forward.
"Dean?" Sam said pushing his brother forward, "Go! Go!"
The car gained speed going faster and faster than the brothers as they were forced to dive over the railing.
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SYLVANIA BRIDGE
The Whitelighter leapt into action; she orbed first to Sam, grabbed him and then placed them on the edge of the bridge- she would have placed him on the bridge but her other charge – Dean – needed her. Once Sam had a secure handle on the edge of the bridge. She orbed to Dean and caught him just before he hit the ground. She held him for a second, orbed him away from the rocks he was sure to land on and moved him closer to the side of river then dropped him in the muddy bank. If she had been any later he would have been as flat as a pancake and as bloody as a gutted fish.
When Sam realized he was safely on the edge of the bridge; he pulled himself up and looked around for his brother. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a swarm of white orbs. He quickly blinked and looked only to find nothing.
"Dean? Dean!" Sam called out urgently.
Below close to the water Dean stood up. He was wet, muddy, and slightly dizzy (although he wasn't sure why he was dizzy… he fell he didn't spin around before jumping off), "What?" He panted.
"You okay?"
Dean flashed a grin and an A-OK sign, "I'm super."
Sam laughed, relieved.
Dean flashed an a-okay sign.
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Dean slammed the down the trunk of his car and leaned on the hood.
"Your car all right?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, whatever she did to it, seems all right now. That Constance chick," he said getting angry, "WHAT A BITCH!" He cursed loudly.
"Well, she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure. So where's the job go from here, genius?" Sam settled on the hood next to Dean.
Dean threw his arms up in frustration, and flicked mud of his hands.
"Dude, you smell like toilet."
Dean looked down at his muddy self.
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MOTEL
"One room, please." Dean tossed his card onto the desk. He stood at motel check-in; with Sam right behind him.
The clerk picked up the card and read the name, "You guys having a reunion or something?"
"What do you mean?" Sam asked.
"I had another guy, Burt Aframian. He came in and brought out a room for the whole month.
Dean looked at Sam.
SPN
JOHN'S ROOM
She had orbed in John's room after she helped her other charges. She was taking notes on what he had pinned on the walls. She had been doing this ever since John had started hunting. She'd help out all she could and take care of the more dangerous monsters they had been hunting. She'd get information from the Elders and leave the easy stuff to the Winchesters. Especially when they first started out. She had been with a Charge in crisis all night and hadn't been able to get all of John information in time.
Her back had been to the door when it swung open. Sam was putting his picks away; his head down. And Dean was standing with his back to the door innocently… as innocent as a lookout to a crime could be…
"Who are you?"
The Whitelighter turned around in surprise. "You're not supposed to be here."
Sam reached out and grabbed Dean by the shoulder and yanked him inside.
"Who the fuck is she?" Dean said slamming the door shut behind them.
They looked at the girl and the room. Every vertical surface had papers pinned to it: maps, newspaper clippings, pictures, notes. The books on the desk were open and any empty space was covered by assorted junk on the floor and bed. They looked at her, she had a pencil and pad of paper in her hands and she looked as surprised as the brothers.
"I have to go." She said.
"Who the fuck are you?" Dean demanded.
"Just calm down…" She said like she had done this a million times before. She slid a hand into her pocket and pulled out a small drawstring bag.
"What the hell are you doing‽" Dean stepped forward threateningly.
"Nothing at all." She opened the bag and put her hand inside, while keeping her eyes trained on the Winchester brothers.
"Stop that right now!" Dean grabbed her wrist and held it up.
Her hand was full of white dust.
"Who the hell are you?" Dean demanded for the third time.
"Okay, I'll tell you." She flicked open her hand and the dust went straight into Dean's face.
He stood dazed as she orbed in front of Sam and flicked some into his face too. And before they could catch another glimpse of her she orbed out.
"Whoa." Sam muttered.
Dean turned on the lamp by the bed and picked up a half-eaten hamburger sitting on the nightstand. Sam stepped over a line of salt on the floor while Dean sniffed the burger and recoiled.
"I don't think he's been here for a couple days at least."
Sam bent down to examine the salt line on the floor. "Salt, cats-eye shells… he was worried. Trying to keep something from coming in."
Dean looked at the papers covering one of the walls.
"What have you got over there?" Sam asked.
"Centennial Highway victims."
Sam nodded.
"I don't get it. I mean, different men, different jobs-" Dean said as Sam crossed the room to look at the victims, "ages, ethnicities. There's always a connection, right? What do these guys have in common?"
Sam examined the papers taped to the other walls. One of the posters (a printout of the Jericho Herald article about Constance Welch's suicide) had a note attached to it- "Woman in White". Sam turned on a lamp, "Dad figured it out."
Dean turned to look, "What do you mean?"
"He found the same article we did. Constance Welch. She's a woman in white."
Dean looked back at the photos of Constance's victims; "You sly dogs." Dean turned back to Sam, "All right, so if we're dealing with a woman in white, Dad would have found the corpse and destroyed it."
"She might have another weakness."
"Well, Dad would want to make sure." Dean crossed over to Sam, "He'd dig her up. Does it say where she's buried?"
"Not that I can tell. If I were Dad, though, I'd go ask her husband." Sam tapped the picture of Joseph Welch. "If he's still alive."
Sam went to look at one of the other posters hanging on the wall. Dean looked closer at the picture below the Herald article- a woman in the white dress.
"All right. Why don't you, uh, see if you can find an address, I'm gonna get cleaned up." Dean walked to the bathroom.
"Hey, Dean?"
Dean stopped and turned back.
"What I said earlier, about Mom and Dad, I'm sorry." Sam said.
Dean held up a hand, "No chick-flick moments."
Sam laughed and nodded, "All right, Jerk."
"Bitch."
Sam laughed again as Dean disappeared to the bathroom. When Sam turned his head to the rosary hanging on the mirror stuck to the mirror frame- a photo of John sitting on the hood of the Impala, next to Dean in a baseball cap and a baby Sam on John's lap. Sam plucked the photo off the mirror and held it up, smiling sadly.
SPN
MOTEL
Sam paced, he'd been debating on calling Jess all day. He intentionally didn't answer the phone when she called and now all he wanted to do was here her voice. He sat on the bed and pressed play.
"Hey, it's me, it's about ten-twenty Saturday night," Sam smiled, Jess always rambled on voicemail.
Dean came out of the bathroom clean again, grabbed his jacket, he shrugged it on one shoulder as he 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 said trying to listen to Jess ramble about the cookies that would be ready for him ("I'll add extra chocolate chips and some peanut butter chips- what about frosting on top? Or would that be too much? Oh, how about peanut butter cookies with chocolate chips?")
"Aframian's buying." Dean enticed.
Sam shook his head. ("I'll arrange the chocolate chips in a smiley face.") "Mm-mm."
SPN
PARKING LOT
Dean left the motel as he put his jacket on he saw the police car, where the motel clerk was talking to Deputy Jaffe and Deputy Hein, it was when he pointed to Dean than Dean turned around and called Sam.
SPN
MOTEL ROOM
Sam sat on the bed, still listening to the message.
"So come home soon, okay? I love you." Jess said just as the message ended Sam's phone beeped.
"What?"
"Dude, five-oh, take off."
Sam stood up. "What about you?"
"Uh, they kinda spotted me. Go find Dad." Dean hung up the phone."
SPN
Dean hung up the phone quickly, turned, and grinned as the Deputies when they approached.
"Problem, officers?" Dean said still grinning.
"Where's your partner?" Jaffe demanded.
"Partner? What, what partner?" Dean said innocently.
Jaffe glanced over his shoulder and jerked his thumb towards the motel room. Dean fidgeted as Hein went to the room.
Inside the motel Sam saw Hein approaching and darted away from the window.
"So. Fake US Marshal. Fake credit cards. You got anything that's real?"
Dean thought for a second, "My boobs." He grinned.
He was still grinning as Hein slammed him over the hood of the cop car and cuffed him.
"You have the right to remain silent-" Jaffe Mirandized.
SPN
SHERIFF'S OFFICE
Sheriff Pierce entered the room, carrying a box. He set the box on the table and went to face Dean.
"So you want to give us your real name?"
"I told you, it's Nugent. Ted Nugent."
"I'm not sure you realize just ow much trouble you're in here." The Sheriff said.
"We talkin', like, misdemeanor kind of trouble or, uh, squeal like a pig trouble?"
"You got the faces of ten missing persons tapped to your wall." Dean looked away from the Sheriff, "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 journal on the table, "This his?"
Dean stared at it. Sheriff Pierce sat on the edge of the table, he flipped through the journal; past the newspaper clippings, notes, and pictures.
"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.
"But I found this too." Hein opened the journal and flipped it over.
Dean was left staring at 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.
SPN
WELCH HOUSE
Sam knocked on the door. It's only attraction, chain-link covering grimy glass window. When Joseph Welch opened the door Sam straightened.
"Hi, are you Joseph Welch?" Sam asked.
"Yeah."
SPN
Sam and Joseph walked down the junk-filled driveway, Joseph was studying the photo Sam found on John's motel room mirror.
"Yeah, he was older, but that's him." Joseph handed the photo back to Sam. "He came by three or four days ago. Said he was a reporter."
"That's right. We're working on a story together."
"Well, I don't know what the hell kinda story you're working on. The questions he asked me?"
"About your wife; Constance?"
"He asked me where she was buried." Joseph scratched the back of his head.
"And where is that again?"
"What, I gotta go through this twice?" Joseph growled.
"It's fact-checking. If you don't mind."
"In a plot. Behind my old place over on Breckenridge." Joseph's eye's started to water.
"And why did you move?"
"I'm not gonna live in the house where my children died."
Sam stopped walking. Joseph stopped too.
"Mr. Welch, did you ever marry again?"
"No way. Constance, she was the love of my life. Prettiest woman I ever known.
"So you had a happy marriage?"
Joseph hesitated. "Definitely."
"Well, that should do it. Thanks for your time." Sam said.
Sam turned towards the Impala and Joseph walked back to his house. Sam waited a moment, then looked back at Joseph.
"Mr. Welch, did you ever hear of a woman in white?"
Joseph turned around. "A what?"
"A woman in white. Or sometimes a weeping woman?"
Joseph just looked at Sam saying nothing.
"It's a ghost story. Well, it's more of a phenomenon, really." Sam began walking toward Joseph. "Um, they're spirits. They've been sighted for hundreds of years, dozens of places, in Hawaii, Mexico, lately in Arizona, Indiana. All these are different women." Sam stopped in front of Joseph, "You understand. But all share the same story."
"Boy I don't care much for nonsense." Joseph tried to walk away, but Sam still followed.
"See, when they were alive, their husbands were unfaithful to them."
Joseph stopped.
"And these women, basically suffering from temporary insanity, murdered their children."
Joseph turned around.
"Then once they realized what they had done, they took their own lives. So now their spirits are cursed, walking back roads, waterways. And if they find an unfaithful man, they kill him, and that man is never seen again."
"You think… you think that has something to do with… Constance? You smartass!" Joseph growled.
"You tell me." Sam said.
"I mean, maybe… maybe I made some mistakes. But no matter what I did, Constance, she never would have killed her own children. Now, you get the hell out here! And you don't come back!" Joseph face shook with a mixture of rage and grief. He stared at Sam for a long second and turned away.
SPN
SHERIFF'S OFFICE
"I don't know how many times I gotta tell you. It's my high school locker combo." Dean said for the millionth time.
"We gonna do this all night long." Pierce tapped the journal page when a deputy leaned in the room.
"Uh, sir. We just got a 911, shots fired over at Whiteford Road."
The sheriff looked at Dean, "You have to go to the bathroom?"
"No." Dean furrowed his eyebrows.
"Good." The Sheriff handcuffed Dean to the table and left.
Dean took the paperclip poking out of the journal. Dean, now free, watched through the barred windows as the Sheriff and Deputy drove out of sight. He grabbed John's notebook and left the station through the fire escape.
SPN
HIGHWAY
Sam was driving the Impala when Dean called.
"Fake 911 phone call? Sammy, I don't know, that's pretty illegal."
"You're welcome." Sam grinned.
"Listen, we gotta talk." Dean said.
"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 it out why Dad hasn't destroyed the corpse yet." Sam said.
"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." Dean said.
"He doesn't go anywhere without that thing?"
"Yeah, well, he did this time." Dean said annoyed.
"What's it say?" Sam asked.
"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." Dean said.
"I don't understand. I mean, what could be so important that Dad would just skip out in the middle of a job? Dean, what the hell is going on?" Sam checked his mirror, looked back at the road, and slammed on the brakes, his phone fell.
Constance appeared on the road in front of him.
"Sam? Sam!" A tinny Dean yelled.
Sam's heart was pounding; Constance was sitting in the back seat. She looked at him dully. "Take me home."
SPN
HIGHWAY
"Take me home." Constance said again.
"No."
Constance glared at Sam and the doors locked. Sam turned in a panic and began pulling at the door. The gas pedal pressed down on itself and the car lurked forward. Sam grabbed the wheel and tried to steer but Constance had control of that too. Sam turned back to the door and tried to get it open.
OUTSIDE HARRY'S BAR
PHONE BOOTH
"Sam? Sam!" Dean yelled into the phone.
"We need to talk."
Dean turned with his knife drawn (his hand inching closer to the shot gun he had strapped to his leg-stupid cops forgot to pat him down after cuffing him), he lowered the knife when he saw her. She stood there completely indifferent to the fact that he just turned a knife on her.
She pulled him out of the phone booth, "You need to come with me."
"Whoa. Whoa who the hell are you?" Dean pushed her hand off of his coat.
She turned on him, "Listen to me, your brother is in danger and I know you want to be there."
"What are you talking about? Where is Sam?" Dean demanded.
"He's with her- he's with Constance." She said.
"That bitch! I'm going to kill her." Dean growled.
"Okay." The girl said hurriedly, "Let's go."
"Who are you?"
"Good point. I'll tell you later." She grabbed his arm again and orbed.
SPN
BRECKENRIDGE ROAD
The car slowed to a stop in front, first the lights turned off and then the engine.
"Don't do this?"
Constance's form flickered. "I can never go home." She said sadly.
"You're scared to go home." Sam realized.
He looked back at Constance only to find she wasn't there. He glanced around the car and saw her in the passenger seat. She climbed onto his lap. Shoving him back against seat. Sam struggled against her and the seat.
"Hold me. I'm so cold." She looked at him sadly.
"You can't kill me. I'm not unfaithful. I've never been!"
"You will be." She said in the same lonely sigh. "Just hold me." She kissed him.
Sam reached for the keys, struggling to get them in reach. She pulled back and disappeared. Her face flashed ugliness and she vanished. Sam looked around for a moment. He yelled in pain as he yanked his hoodie open. Five holes burned through the fabric in the same place where Constance had placed the tips of her fingers. She flickered in front of him, her hand reaching into his head.
Pop! The Impala's window shattered and Constance withdrew her hand from Sam's chest as she looked up startled. Dean approached (with some civilian behind him) still firing his shot gun. She glared at them and vanished once more. She reappeared after each shot rang, but Dean kept firing. She disappeared again. Dean stopped firing as Sam sat up and he started the car.
"I'm taking you home." Sam drove forward and smashed through the side of the house.
"Sam!" The girl ran forward.
Dean hurried behind her and they both passed the wreckage to the passenger side of the car.
"Sam! Sam! You okay?"
"I think…" Sam said slowly.
"Can you move?" The girl asked.
"Yeah…" Sam looked confused he looked at Dean, "Give me a hand?"
The girl moved away as Dean leaned through the window pulled Sam out of the car.
Constance flickered back into the house. She picked up a framed photograph, and she remembered.
She had planned that day after having a big argument with Joseph. She wanted family picture: one where everyone was dressed up and the children showed their beautiful smiles. He didn't care, it's a damn picture, Connie, we can get one the next time the carnival is in town. She didn't want some ordinary picture where they just smiled for the camera while they felt miserable. She wanted to put her son in a nice shirt and her daughter in a pretty dress and show them how good it felt to be pretty once in a while.
"There you go." Dean said to Sam.
The girl closed the door, the brothers (and the random girl) turned and to see Constance; she glared at them and threw the picture down damn memories getting in the way. The bureau pinned Sam and Dean them against the car. It would have gotten the girl too but she appeared a few feet from Constance next to the picture frame.
"It's not supposed to end like this." She said. She picked up the picture and put her index finger and thumb in her mouth and whistled. "Clyde get lazy fat ass down here. If you don't get down here you'll prove your whore mother right!"
The lights began to flicker. Constance jumped and looked around scared. Water began to flood the staircase. Constance walked over to the end of the staircase like she was hypnotized. At the top of the stairs was a door standing in the middle of the abandoned hallway. In front of that door her children stood.
"You've come home to us, mommy." They chorused.
Constance could only stare at them her face hopeful once again. They vanished only to appear behind and embrace her. She screamed, flickering in and out. The air felt heavy as Constance, still screaming, and her children melted into a puddle on the floor.
The girl went over to the bureau and helped Sam and Dean shoved off of them. The three moved to the spot where Constance and her children vanished.
"So this is where she drowned her kids." Dean frowned.
"That's why she could never go home. She was too scared to face them." Sam said.
"She's gone now. She and her kids have crossed over." The girl said looking at the spot. "Go check- their door's gone, they don't need it anymore."
Dean looked over his shoulder at the stairs. There was no free standing door- just vacant hallway.
"Who are you?" He looked at her. "'Cause there's no way in hell you're a normal girl."
"Hang on," Sam said, "I know you. You were at the bar on Halloween."
"Hey, yeah! You were in the gas station earlier." Dean recalled. "And you were talking to the cops the day we got here. Sam, she was on the bridge."
"Have you been following us?" Sam asked.
"I'm Hannah Merrick. I'm a… friend." She decided on.
"How did you know her weak spot?" Sam asked.
"A friend- Clyde." She said, "He owes me, like, seven favors. Six now, I guess. But you got her here, Sam."
"Nice work, Sammy." Dean slapped Sam on the chest where Constance had dug her fingers in his chest.
Sam laughed through the pain.
"I can fix that." Hannah said.
Dean looked at her, "What do you mean you can fix that. It'll take a few days but it'll heal."
"I can fix it," Hannah said again. She held her hand over the holes in his shirt and a golden glow emitted for her hand. Sam's wounds closed and the holes in his shirt got smaller and smaller until they too closed.
"How the fuck did you do that?" Dean demanded held up his knife.
She looked at them, her eyebrows knotted together as she thought about her answer, "If you must know. I'm your Whitelighter."
"What the hell does that mean?" Sam asked.
"Basically it's a fancy way of saying I'm a guardian angel. For both of you." Hannah explained. "If you need me you call me, and I'll be there."
"Sam, check Dad's journal," with one hand Dean took John's journal out of his jean pocket and handed it to Sam. "White-lighter."
Sam flipped through John's journal, on the thirty-fifth page was only one entry on Whitelighters, "'Whitelighters'," Sam read, "'Force of good- DO NOT KILL'."
"So you're good?"
"Yes."
"What does a Whitelighter do?" Sam asked.
"It means that I am here to help protect you." Hannah said. "And as much as I want to dust you; it's a little more complicated than that right now. So I'm not gonna dust you guys, if you need me call." She took a deep breath.
Sam grabbed her wrist. "What do you mean dust us?"
"Memory dust. It's dust that gets rid of memories. Hence the name Memory Dust. It's mainly used for protection."
"And you used it on us?" Dean asked.
"…For your protection. You need to understand that you have been calling me every day, every couple of hours."
"We don't have your number."
"It's a thing. Charges call out to their Whitelighters instinctively. I've been your Whitelighter since November 2, 1983. It's a reflex." Hannah said, now she seemed off, like she had someplace she needed to be.
"Charges… Whitelighters. Plural." Dean said, finally lowering his knife.
"Look, I'd love to stay and explain, but I have a Charge that's calling me." She patted Sam on his arm, "And you have a law school interview in the morning. Good luck." Her hand had barely left Sam's arm when she was surrounded by white orbs and disappeared.
"Where the hell did she go?" Dean asked.
"I don't know." Sam said, "I don't know how she did or knew all that stuff. I also don't know what you were thinking shooting Casper in the face. What were you thinking, you freak?"
"Hey. Saved your ass."
Dean leaned over to look at the car, "I'll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car." He twisted around to look at Sam, "I'll kill you."
Sam laughed.
SPN
HIGHWAY
The Impala tore down the road; the right headlight out, but no one in the car cared.
Sam had the journal open to the page with 'DEAN 35-111' and a map open on his lap. He was using a ruler and a flashlight tucked between his chin and his shoulder.
"Okay, here's where Dad went." Sam said. "It's called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado."
Dean nodded, "Sounds charming. How far?"
"About six hundred miles."
"Hey, if we shag ass we could make it by morning." Dean said looking from the map to the road.
Sam looked at him, "Dean, I, um…" He hesitated.
Dean made another glace on the road then back to Sam, "You're not going."
"The interview's in like, ten hours. I gotta be there."
Dean nodded, disappointed, and returned his attention to the road. "Yeah. Yeah. Whatever." Dean glanced at Sam, "I'll take you home."
Sam turned the flashlight off.
SPN
APARTMENT
The pulled up in front of the apartment, Dean frowned. Sam got out and leaned to look through the window.
They pull up in front of the apartment, Dean still frowning. Sam, got out and leaned over to look through the window.
"Call me if you find?" Sam asked.
Dean nodded, "Hell, I'll call her and you can visit."
Sam smiled, "And maybe I can meet up with you later, huh?"
"Yeah, all right." Dean said.
Sam pat the car door twice and turned away. Dean leaned toward the passenger door, one arm going over the seat, "Sam?"
Sam turned back.
"You know, we made a hell of a team back there."
"Yeah."
"Well, okay then." Dean said.
Sam watched as Dean drove off into the horizon, and sighed.
SPN
SAM'S APARTMENT
Sam let himself in. The apartment was cool and quiet.
"Jess?" Sam called shutting himself in, "You home?"
Sam walked into the kitchen and noticed a plate of chocolate chip cookies (Jess had arranged the chocolate chips in a smile) on the table, with a note that read, 'Missed you! Love you!' next to one of Jess's old National Geographic. Sam picked one of the cookies up and ate it as he snuck into the bedroom, smiling. He heard the shower running as he sat on the bed, shut his eyes, and flopped on his back.
SPN
IMPALA
"Dean-" Hannah orbed into the car.
"What the-" Dean jumped and swerved the car off the road and back on again. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Sam is in trouble."
"What!" Dean turned the car around. "What's going, what's wrong?"
"He's been calling me," Hannah said, "And I checked on his place. No one was there, but he's been calling me and I figured you'd want to be there."
"You checked on his place," Dean said increasing speed.
"Yeah, I've done that for you too." Hannah said.
Dean opened his mouth shocked.
"Don't worry; I don't do checking or anything during private moments. I sense- it's complicated I'll explain it later." She said, "Anyway, Sam needs help and he is alone in that apartment right now, your ten minutes away and you need to be there in one so. Go faster and I'll meet you there." She patted Dean on the shoulder and orbed out.
SPN
SAM'S APARTMENT
Blood dripped onto Sam's forehead, one drop then another. He flinched and opened his eyes and gasped.
Jess.
Jess was pinned to the ceiling, staring down at him and bleeding from the stomach.
"NO!" Sam screamed.
"Sam!" Hannah orbed in, just as Jess erupted in flames. "Sam! Come with me!" She screamed. She grabbed his arm, but Sam wouldn't get off the bed.
Dean kicked open the door, "Sam!"
Sam raised one arm to shield his face, "Jess!"
"Sam it's too late!" Hannah said.
"We have to get her! I can't leave her!" Sam yelled.
Dean ran into the bedroom. "Sam! Sam!" He looked up and saw Jess.
"No! No!" Sam yelled at Dean and Hannah.
Dean grabbed Sam off the bed and bodily shoved his out the door.
"Jess! Jess! No!" Sam struggled to get back to her.
"There's no time!" Hannah grabbed both of Winchesters and orbed them out. Just as flame engulfed the apartment.
SPN
AFTER THE FIRE
The fire truck was parked outside the building, the officers held the neighbors and gawkers back from the flames, and firefighters tried to wash the fire out, but there was no point. Jess was dead and the fire was blazing hotter than ever.
Dean looked at the burning building then walked back to the car. Sam stood behind the trunk, loading a shotgun. Dean looked at the trunk, then at Sam and Hannah; who stood behind Sam. Sam's face was a stoic mask of guilt and anger.
"You couldn't have stopped this Sam." Hannah said. "If you guys need me, just call. Just call my name and I'll be there as fast as I can. Day or night, it doesn't matter." Then she orbed away.
Sam looked up at his brother, sighed, and eventually nodded. He tossed the shotgun into the trunk. He turned to Dean. "We got work to do." Sam said.
Dean nodded.
Hey guys! Yes new fic! I liked doing the crossover (just not the story) that I decided to do another one. This time I chose Charmed and Supernatural because the demon hunting and magic thing fit. I used the script so it should be accurate. I'm still working on my other fics, but each time I write new chapters I end up deleting them because I don't like what I wrote. So I'll update soon. Title is subject to change though. Happy Reading!