Pilot
Closing time.
That was Lacy Parker's favorite time of night. When she finally was able to flip the open sign to closed, she was free. She could take off her apron and go home to an empty house. Well, it was only empty because her adopted father Bobby Singer was on a hunt somewhere in Nevada. He had asked her to come along, but she decided that she had gone this long without hunting, so she would be fine.
Lacy stuffed her apron under the counter and collected her tips, as the cook came out. He was a middle aged man with a balding head and a beer gut, and he was one of the sweetest men ever. "Lacy, good thing you're still here. I just got a call from my wife and her car broke down on the highway. I need to go pick her up—"
"I'll close down for you Henry." Lacy said with a smile.
"Thank you so much!" Henry said, giving Lacy a hug. "I'm so glad I could count on you." Henry grabbed his things and left the diner, Lacy locking the door behind him. She sighed and walked over to the cash register, locking it up. She then went back into the back, making sure everything was locked up and put away. The freezer was almost closed when she heard a sound.
Lacy immediately stiffened and shut the freezer. She made her way back towards the front. When she reached the dining room, she looked around and nothing was there. Lacy slowly bent down to retrieve her gun from under the counter. That's when she heard the step.
"Nice to see you Lace."
Lacy stood up; gun cocked, and pointed it at the person. She let out a breath. "Dean Winchester." She said, putting the gun on the counter. "You know if you weren't careful I could have shot you."
"And you could have patched me right up." Dean replied, putting his gun on the counter as well. Lacy smiled and walked over to him, giving him a hug. Dean squeezed her tight and took her in. "God, how long has it been?"
"Four years." She replied, taking a seat on one of the rotating bar stools.
"Really? That long."
"Yes, and all I get from you is a call on every birthday and holiday. Not one visit. Bobby and I miss you."
"Well I've missed you too." Dean said, tucking a piece of hair behind Lacy's ear. Both of their eyes met. Lacy had forgotten how beautiful his eyes were.
"So." She said, breaking the moment. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"I need your help. Dad's missing."
"Dean, you and I both grew up with John. His version of missing means he'll be back in a few days."
"I wouldn't be so worried, but his idea of a few days ended two days ago. I need your help finding him."
"My help?"
"Well, Bobby wasn't available, so you'll do." Lacy hit him, laughing. "I'm joking. You're one of the best hunters I know."
Lacy looked at Dean and raised her eyebrow. "Fine. I'll help you find John."
Dean smiled and picked up his gun. "Good. I'll take you home and you can pack, then we'll hit the road. Oh, but we got to make one stop first." Dean turned to exit the restaurant.
"Where?" Lacy asked, standing.
"Stanford."
"Dean, do you really think we should be doing this?" Lacy whispered/screamed as she watched Dean pull his himself up on the fire escape of the apartment building.
"It's easy." Dean said, getting to his feet.
"Yeah, so is using the front door."
"Come on Lace, do you really think he'd let us in?"
"You won't know until you try." Lacy said. Dean laughed, finding the window he was looking for. He quickly got it open and smiled at Lacy, before going inside. Lacy sighed and went to pull herself up.
"These Winchesters." She groaned through clenched teeth. As she pulled herself up, she heard fighting break out from the apartment Dean went into. She quickly made her way inside and found Dean, with Sam pinned to the ground.
"Easy there tiger." Dean told Sam.
"Dean?" Sam asked. "You scared the crap out of me!"
"That's 'cause you're out of practice." Dean replied. Sam proved him wrong as he yanked Dean onto the ground, pinning him on his back. "Or not. Get off of me."
The two boys stood, and that's when Sam noticed Lacy standing there. "Lacy"! He exclaimed, putting his arms around her and pulling her into a hug. "What are you two doing here?"
"We need to talk." Lacy said, still in Sam's embrace. God, she had missed this kid so much. Just then, the lights turned on and Lacy looked, seeing a blonde woman with very short shorts standing there.
"Sam?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at the two hugging. Lacy stepped back.
"Jess." Sam said with a sigh. "Hey. Dean, Lacy, this is my girlfriend, Jessica."
"Wait, your brother Dean? And Lacy." Jess said with a smile. "Lacy, Sam talks about you all the time."
"The same with you." Lacy replied. Dean looked between the two girls and walked towards Jess.
"Oh, I love the Smurfs." Dean said, referencing to the crop top she wore. "You know, I gotta tell you, you are completely out of my brother's league."
"Just let me put something on." Jess said, obviously feeling uncomfortable.
"No, no, no, I wouldn't dream of it. Seriously."
Lacy walked forward and hit Dean on the head. "I'm sorry about him." She said. "He was dropped on his head at birth." Dean looked at Lacy and scoffed before walking back over to Sam.
"Anyway, I gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business." Dean said to Jess. "But, uh, nice meeting you."
"No." Sam said, going over to Jessica. "No, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her."
Dean looked from Sam to Lacy, who was giving him a look. "Okay." Dean started. "Um. Dad hasn't been home in a few days."
"So he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift." Sam said. "He'll stumble back in sooner or later."
Dean sighed and looked at Lacy. She nodded. Dean turned back to Sam. "Dad's on a hunting trip. And he hasn't been home in a few days."
Sam's expression didn't change, but Lacy could see how tense he was. "Jess, excuse us."
"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 as he, Dean, and Lacy made their way downstairs.
"You're not hearing me, Sammy." Dean said. "Dad's missing. I need you to help me find him."
"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."
Dean stopped. "Sam, you and I both know it hasn't ever been for this long." Lacy said, trying to calm the two Winchester boys down. "Now are you gonna come with me and Dean or not?"
"I'm not."
"Why not?" Dean asked.
"I swore I was done hunting and I thought you did to Lacy."
"Come on." Dean answered before she could. "It wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad."
"Yeah?" Sam asked as they started back down the stairs again. "When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45."
"Well, what was he supposed to do?"
"I was nine years old! He was supposed to say, don't be afraid of the dark."
"Don't be afraid of the dark? Are you 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. But we still haven't found the damn thing. So we kill everything we can find."
"We save a lot of people doing it, too."
The two brothers stopped, looking at each other. This conversation seemed all too repetitive to Lacy. It's one these boys had many times growing up.
"You think Mom would have wanted this for us?" Sam finally asked. Dean rolled his eyes and exited the building. Outside sat the Impala, waiting for them to return. "The weapon training and melting the silver into bullets? Man, Dean, us three were raised like warriors."
"So what are you gonna do?" Dean asked. "You're just gonna live some normal, apple pie life? Is that it?"
"No. Not normal. Safe."
"And that's why you ran away."
"Dean." Lacy started. He was about to open up a whole different can of worms that Lacy didn't feel like dealing with right now.
"I was just going to college." Sam said. "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. Look, Lacy and I need you're help. We can't do this alone."
"Yes you can."
"Yeah, well, I don't want to." Lacy stepped in, taking a hold of the conversation. Sam sighed, looking down then back up at Lacy.
"What was he hunting?" Sam asked. Dean smiled and opened the trunk of the Impala, revealing their arsenal. He propped the compartment open with a shotgun and began to dig through the clutter.
"All right, let's see, where the hell did I put that thing?" He muttered to himself.
"So when Dad left, why didn't you go with him?" Sam asked.
"I was working my own gig. This, uh, voodoo thing, down in New Orleans."
"John let you go on a hunting trip by yourself?" Lacy asked, seemingly asking the same thing Sam was going to.
"I'm twenty-six." Lacy scoffed and Dean began pulling out papers from a folder. "All right, here we go. So Dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop just outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago, this guy." He handed the papers to Sam and Lacy. "They found his car, but he vanished. Completely MIA."
"So maybe he was kidnapped." Sam suggested.
"Yeah. Well, here's another one in April." Lacy said, showing him a different article. "Another one in December 'oh-four, 'oh-three, 'ninety-eight, 'ninety-two, ten of them over the past twenty years."
Dean smiled at her for seeing the pattern and took the papers back. "All men, all the same five-mile stretch of road. 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." Dean pulled out a tape recorder. "Then I get this voicemail yesterday." He pressed play. Over the static, Lacy could make out John's voice.
"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."
"You know there's EVP on that?" Sam asked.
"Not bad, Sammy." Dean said. "Kinda like riding a bike, isn't it? All right. I slowed the message down, I ran it through a gold wave, took out the hiss, and this is what I got."
"I can never go home..." A woman's voice said over the recorder.
"Never go home." Lacy said, repeating her words. Dean closed up the trunk, leaning on it.
"You know, in almost four years I've never bothered you, never asked you for a thing." Dean said, looking at Sam.
Sam sighed and looked back up at the apartment. "All right. I'll go. I'll help you find him." Lacy smiled. "But I have to get back first thing Monday. Just wait here."
"What's first thing Monday?" Lacy asked.
"I have this...I have an interview."
"What, a job interview?" Dean asked. "Skip it."
"It's a law school interview, and it's my whole future on a plate."
"Law school?" Dean said with a smirk.
Sam scoffed. "So we got a deal or not?"
"Deal." Lacy said. Sam nodded, before heading back inside.
"Law school." Dean said, as Lacy sat next to him on the trunk. "Little Sammy and law school."
"I think it's a good thing." Lacy said.
"Of course you do. You were all for getting out of hunting."
"Yes, but I wish I had done something meaningful with my life. Instead I'm working part time at the diner and answering phones for Bobby. At least Sam is doing something."
"Hey." Dean said, putting an arm around Lacy. "The world needs women to serve it pie." And he laughed. Lacy scoffed and pushed Dean, almost knocking him over. "I'm kidding." Dean paused. "I kind of wished you had stayed though. I really missed you."
Lacy looked at Dean and smiled. "Me too."
Lacy woke up the next morning in the back seat of the Impala. She had one of Dean's jackets on as a blanket and the sun blinded her a little bit. She sat up, seeing Sam sitting in the passenger seat, holding a box of tapes. "Morning." She said.
"Morning." He replied, giving her a smile.
"Hey!" Sam and Lacy turned seeing Dean standing at the back of the car, holding up chips and a soda. "You two want breakfast?"
"No, thanks." Sam said, disgust in his voice. Dean shrugged and handed Lacy a bottle of water. "So how'd you pay for that stuff? You and Dad still running credit card scams?"
"Yeah, well, hunting ain't exactly a pro ball career." Dean said, taking the gas pump out of the car. "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?" Lacy asked as the boys both got back in the car.
"Uh, Burt Aframian." Dean replied after some thought. "And his son Hector. Scored two cards out of the deal."
"That sounds about right." Sam mumbled. "I swear, man, you've gotta update your cassette tape collection."
"Why?"
'Well, for one, they're cassette tapes. And two. Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica? It's the greatest hits of mullet rock."
"Well, house rules, Sammy." Dean said, popping in a Metallica tape. "Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole." And with that he turned on the car.
"You know, Sammy is a chubby twelve-year-old." Sam said as the music started. Dean slowly turned it up. "It's Sam, okay?"
"Sorry, I can't hear you, the music's too loud." Dean yelled. Lacy laughed and made herself comfortable in the back seat.
"All right. So, there's no one matching John at the hospital or morgue." Lacy said, hanging up her phone. "So that's something, I guess."
Up ahead, on the bridge, there were two cop cars and many officers. Dean looked at both Sam and Lacy before pulling over. The three looked at the scene, before Dean finally turned off the engine. Once he did, Dean reached over into the glove compartment and pulled out a box full of ID cards. Lacy sighed. These guys just never learned.
Dean pulled out a badge. "Let's go." He said and the three got out of the car. They made their way over to the crime scene.
'So, this kid Troy. He's dating your daughter, isn't he?" Lacy heard the deputy ask another
"Yeah." He replied.
"How's Amy doing?"
"She's putting up missing posters downtown."
"You fellas had another one like this just last month, didn't you?" Dean asked. The deputy looked at Dean.
"And who are you?"
Dean showed him the badge. "Federal marshals."
"You three are a little young for marshals, aren't you?"
Dean laughed. "Thanks, that's awfully kind of you." Dean walked over to the car. "You did have another one just like this, correct?"
"Yeah, that's right. About a mile up the road. There've been others before that."
"So, this victim, you knew him?" Lacy asked.
"Town like this, everybody knows everybody."
"Any connection between the victims, besides that they're all men?" Dean asked.
"No. Not so far as we can tell."
"So what's the theory?" Sam asked.
"Honestly, we don't know. Serial murder? Kidnapping ring?"
"Well, that is exactly the kind of crack police work I'd expect out of you guys." Dean said. Lacy stomped on his foot.
"Thank you for your time." Lacy said, giving the officers a smile. She motioned for the two boys to walk away and followed. Once they were away, Dean hit her on the arm.
"Why'd you have to step on my foot?" He asked.
"Why do you have to talk to the police like that?" She asked back.
"Come on. They don't really know what's going on." Dean said, stopping. "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."
Sam cleared his throat and Lacy and Dean looked seeing the Sheriff and two FBI agents.
"Can I help you three?" The Sheriff asked.
"No, sir, we were just leaving." Lacy said and the three walked past back to the Impala.
The three made their way into town, trying to find the daughter of the officer, the one whose boyfriend was missing. As they came around to the theater, Lacy spotted a girl putting up posters. "I'll bet you that's her." She said. The boys nodded and walked over to her. "You must be Amy."
"Yeah." Amy replied.
"Yeah, Troy told us about you." Dean said. "We're his family. I'm his uncle Dean, this is Sammy. And this is his aunt Lacy."
"He never mentioned you to me."
"Well, that's Troy, I guess. We're not around much, we're up in Modesto."
"So, we're looking for him too, and we're kinda asking around." Sam said.
"Hey, are you okay?" Another girl came up and asked Amy.
"Yeah." Amy replied .
"You mind if we ask you a couple questions?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, sure." Amy said. She motioned for the three to follow her and they went into a nearby diner. "I was on the phone with Troy." Amy told them once they sat down. "He was driving home. He said he would call me right back, and...he never did."
"He didn't say anything strange, or out of the ordinary?" Lacy asked.
"No. Nothing I can remember."
"Here's the deal, ladies." Dean said. "The way Troy disappeared, something's not right. So if you've heard anything..." Amy and Rachel looked at each other. "What is it?"
"Well, it's just... I mean, with all these guys going missing, people talk." Rachel said.
"What do they talk about?" Dean, Lacy, and Sam asked at the same time.
"It's kind of this local legend. This one girl? She got murdered out on Centennial, like decades ago. Well, supposedly she's still out there. She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up? Well, they disappear forever."
After their chat with Amy and Rachel, the three decided to head to the library to do research. Dean began searching the news archives, but was getting nothing. Sam finally pushed him aside, making Dean upset. "So angry spirits are born out of violent death, right?"
"Yeah." Lacy said, seeing where he was going.
Sam replaced "Murder" with "Suicide" and an article pulled up. "This was 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." Lacy said, reading on. "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."
""'Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn't bear it,' said husband Joseph Welch."" Sam said, reading the article.
"That bridge look familiar to you?" Dean asked. The two looked and saw it was the bridge they were at this morning.
"So this is where Constance took the swan dive." Dean said, leaning on the railing of the bridge. It was night and the three were alone.
"So you think Dad would have been here?" Sam asked.
"Well, he's chasing the same story and we're chasing him." Dean said, before walking off.
"Okay, so now what?" Lacy asked her and Sam following.
"Now we keep digging until we find him. Might take a while."
"Dean, I told you, I've gotta get back by Monday—" Sam said, stopping.
"Monday. Right. The interview. 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?"
"Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know about the things you've done?"
"No, and she's not ever going to know." Sam said, stepping closer to Sam. Crap, Lacy thought. She was gonna have to break up a fight.
"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."
"And who's that?" Sam asked.
"You're one of us."
"No. I'm not like you." Sam said, getting in front of Dean. "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."
Suddenly Dean grabbed Sam by the collar and shoved him against the railing. Lacy pulled Dean off of him, before he could do anything drastic.
"Stop it you two." Lacy said. And it was silent.
"Don't talk about her like that." Dean said.
"Good, now can we act like human beings again?" Lacy asked. Dean scoffed and looked around when he grabbed Lacy's arm. She looked up and saw a woman, Constance, standing at the edge of the bridge. "Sam." She said. Just then, she jumped over the side and into the water.
The three ran over to where she jumped, but they couldn't see anything. "Where'd she go?" Dean asked.
"I don't know." Sam replied.
Suddenly, the Impala's engine started and its headlights came on. The three turned to look. "Who's driving your car?" Lacy asked. Dean pulled the keys out of his pocket and jingled them. The car moved forward and began to come at them. "Go! Go!" Lacy yelled as they took off running. Before they knew it, the car was right behind them, so they jumped. Lacy caught onto the railing and held on. The car died letting Lacy know it was okay to climb back up. She looked over the railing to see that Sam had grabbed on to, but Dean was on the river bank covered in mud. "Dean? Dean! Are you all right?" she yelled at him.
"Yeah." He groaned, obviously annoyed. Lacy laughed and helped Sam back over to railing. Once Dean got back up to the bridge, he made his inspection of going over the car.
"Your car all right?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, whatever she did to it, seems all right now." Dean replied. "That Constance chick, what a bitch!"
"Well, she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure." Lacy said. "So where's the job go from here, genius?" Lacy asked as the three sat on the hood. Dean threw his arms up in frustration. Sam turned and looked at Dean.
"You smell like a toilet."
"One room please." Dean said, tossing the credit card down on the front desk. It was the first one they found and Dean really did need a shower.
"You guys having a reunion or something?" The man working asked, looking at the card.
"What do you mean?" Lacy asked.
"I had another guy, Burt Aframian. He came and bought out a room for the whole month." The three looked at each other.
Not long after, Sam opened the motel room door, having picked the lock. The three quickly went in and they looked around. Every vertical surface had papers pinned to it: maps, newspaper clippings, pictures, notes. There were books on the desk and assorted junk on the floor and bed, including something with a hazardous-materials symbol.
"I don't think he's been here for a couple days at least." Dean said after inspecting a forgotten burger.
"Salt, cats-eye shells...he was worried." Sam said. "Trying to keep something from coming in." Lacy walked over and looked at one wall. It had picture of all the missing people on it. "What have you got here?"
"Centennial Highway victims." Lacy replied. "I don't get it. I mean different men, different jobs, ages, ethnicities. There's always a connection, right? What do these guys have in common?"
"Dad figured it out." Sam said. Dean and Lacy turned.
"What do you mean?" Dean asked.
"He found the same article we did. Constance Welch. She's a woman in white."
"You sly dogs. 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." Lacy offered.
"Well, Dad would want to make sure. He'd dig her up. Does it say where she's buried?" Dean asked, looking at the article over Sam's shoulder.
"No, not that I can tell. If I were Dad, though, I'd go ask her husband." Sam said. "If he's still alive."
"All right. Why don't you, uh, see if you can find an address, I'm gonna get cleaned up. Lacy why don't you stay and look over dad's stuff." Lacy nodded and Dean went to go take a shower.
"Hey, Dean?" Sam said. Dean turned to look at him. "What I said earlier, about Mom and Dad, I'm sorry."
Dean held up a hand. "No chick-flick moments." Lacy and Sam both laughed.
"All right. Jerk." Sam said.
"Bitch."
Lacy laughed as she started going through John's research. The man was just as crazy and meticulous as when she was growing up. He had so much stuff on just about anything. She began looking around the room, when she noticed something on the mirror. She went closer and saw it was a picture of her, Dean, Sam, and John on the hood of the Impala. She couldn't have been more then ten in that picture. It was only months after her parents were killed by a demon.
Lacy still didn't understand why John Winchester, a man with two young children and a hunter would have ever taken care of her. Bobby had been a family friend and offered to keep her, but John said he wanted to take care of her more. He taught her everything she knew about hunting. The Winchesters were the only family she remembered and she wouldn't have it any other way.
"What did you find?" Lacy jumped up startled.
"Just a picture." She said and turned. Her breath hitched in her throat. Dean was standing in the doorway of the bathroom, with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. Damn, Lacy had forgotten how good he looked.
"Can you pass me my bag?" Dean asked, rubbing a towel on his head, drying his hair.
"Sure." Lacy said. She grabbed his bag and walked it over to him. She couldn't help but catch a glimpse of his body as she gave it to him.
"Thanks." He told her in a soft voice, before walking back into the bathroom. Lacy bit her lip. Now she remembered why she had left John and Dean those years ago.
Not long after Dean came out of the bathroom, clothed. Sam still hadn't gotten back yet from questioning the husband. As Dean came out of the bathroom, he noticed Lacy lying on the bed. What intrigued Dean thought was how her shirt rode up, revealing her toned stomach. Dean shook his head. "Hey, I'm starving. I'm gonna grab a little something to eat in that diner down the street. You want anything?" He asked Lacy.
"No thanks."
"You sure? Aframian's buying." Lacy laughed and shook her head. Dean smiled and grabbed his jacket exiting the room. Not five seconds later Lacy's phone rang. She looked at the caller ID, seeing Dean's name.
"What?" She asked.
"Five-oh, take off." Dean replied. Lacy immediately stood up and began gathering their things.
"What about you?" she asked.
"Just go. I'll be fine. Meet up with Sam." And he hung up. By the time the officers opened the motel room door, Lacy and their things were gone.
Once Lacy got far enough away from the motel, she called Sam and told him what happened. He picked her up and said Dean would be out soon. Lacy didn't even ask how he knew. Night fell not long after and Lacy's phone rang. It was Dean.
"Fake 911 phone call?" Dean asked over the speaker. "Sammy, I don't know, that's pretty illegal."
"You're welcome." Sam answered. .
"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?" Lacy asked. "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?" 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."
"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?"
Lacy sighed and looked away, seeing a woman in the street. "Sam watch out!" She screamed. Sam slammed on his brakes, but not before he hit her. The two looked around, but saw no one.
"Take me home." The two jumped and looked in the rearview mirror, seeing Constance sitting in the back. "Take me home!"
"No." Sam said. Constance glared at him and the doors locked themselves. Lacy and Sam began to freak out, trying to unlock them, when the car started and began to drive. Sam couldn't even steer the car. They were trapped.
Pretty soon they pulled up to an old run down house, Constance's old house. The car shut off and so did the lights.
"Don't do this." Lacy said.
"I can never go home." Constance replied.
"You're scared to go home." Sam said. The two looked back, but Constance wasn't there. Suddenly the passenger door flung open and Lacy was thrown out onto the lawn. From the ground she saw Sam in the driver's seat with Constance on top of him. She could hear Sam screaming. Lacy was about to run at the car when gunshots went off. She turned seeing Dean standing there holding his gun.
Constance appeared again and this time Lacy pulled out her gun and the two began shooting, causing Constance to disappear. Sam sat up in the car and started it, driving it straight into the house. Lacy and Dean looked at each other in disbelief and ran towards the house. "Sam!" Lacy yelled.
"Sam! Sam! You okay?" Dean asked as they made it to the car.
"I think..."
"Can you move?"
"Yeah. Help me?" The two nodded and helped pull Sam out of the car. They looked at Constance, who held a picture frame. She glared at them and shoved the dresser at them, pinning them against the Impala.
Suddenly, the lights flickered and water began to pour down the staircase. "You've come home to us, Mommy." Lacy heard a child's voice say. Two children appeared behind Constance; embracing her tightly. Constance began to scream and the three began to melt into a puddle on the floor.
Once they were gone, the three slid the bureau away. "So this is where she drowned her kids." Dean said.
Sam nodded. "That's why she could never go home. She was too scared to face them."
"You found her weak spot." Lacy said.
"Nice work, Sammy." Dean added, hitting him on the chest. Sam began laughing in 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." Dean leaned over and looked at the Impala. "I'll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car? I'll kill you."
Once they got the Impala out of the house, they headed out on the road again. Lacy had a map in her lap and a flashlight. "Okay, here's where John went. It's called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado."
"Sounds charming." Dean asked. "How far?"
"About six hundred miles."
"Hey, if we shag ass we could make it by morning."
Sam looked up at Dean. "Dean, I, um..." Sam hesitated.
"You're not going." Dean finished.
"The interview's in like, ten hours. I gotta be there."
"Yeah. Yeah, whatever. I'll take you home."
After about an hour or two, they pulled up to Sam's apartment building. "Call me if you find him?" Sam said, looking at both Lacy and Dean.
"We will." Lacy said.
"And maybe I can meet up with you later, huh?"
"Yeah, all right." Dean mumbled. Sam and Lacy both got out of the car. They hugged each other before Sam went inside and Lacy got in the passengers seat.
"Sam?" Dean called, surprising Lacy. Sam turned. "You know, we three made a hell of a team back there."
"Yeah." Sam said, giving them a smile. Dean started the car and drove off.
"So," He started. "Where to? Sioux Falls, South Dakota?"
Lacy turned to him. "Blackwater Ridge, Colorado."
"You wanna stay?"
Lacy smiled. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the photo she found in motel. "I may not call him dad, but he was the only thing I had. I'm gonna help you find him." Dean smiled at Lacy, before putting his arm around her chair.
"Sam should be with us. He should be helping us."
"If you want him so bad, why don't you go tell him."
Dean laughed. "I thought we said no chick flick moments."
"Maybe this once."
Dean smiled and turned the car around, heading back towards the apartments. They made there way upstairs and were about to knock when they heard Sam yell. Dean broke down the door and they ran in, seeing Sam in his bedroom. It was engulfed in flames, and Jessica was pinned to the ceiling, dead. Dean quickly grabbed the three and they rushed outside, the apartment, burning.
Dean watched as firefighters, put out the flames. Lacy was at the Impala with Sam, her arms around him. As Dean walked over, Sam had a gun in his hands, which he threw in the trunk.
"We got work to do."
I hope you enjoy the first episode. I got inspired because I just recently became a huge supernatural fan! Read and review!