A Supernatural Life- Season 1

by Rookie-Badass

Everyone knows the story of the Winchester brothers, but what happened if the stories left out their family friend? Meet Aliana Prescott, aged 19 and a Hunter since the age of 7, when she became an orphan. Having known the Winchesters since she was born, John and the boys took her on where she depended on them, to the point they became inseparable. Follow her journey as a Hunter.

1. Chapter 1

Author's Note: So I love writing fanfics and decided to upload a Supernatural one on here. It follows the different seasons, so there will be 20-23 chapters per 'story' to follow along with the amount of episodes in each season, but I have my own character in along with the Winchesters. I've written fanfics before but they have either included my own ideas (such as the Charmed one I've written) or band fanfics, which are available on another site. So writing this way is fairly new to me. The dialogue and what happens may be changed slightly due to the new character but the important/funny quotes will be kept, so please let me know what you think and what I'm doing right (if anything) and what I can improve on. Thanks!

-Laura

Chapter 1- Pilot

"Alright, so what do you want to do?" I questioned frowning at my brother. He huffed a sigh and shook his head which hung in between his knees since he was positioned so that he was leaning forwards on his knees.

"I don't know Ali" he sighed before lifting his head up to look me in the eye and I frowned at him before sighing a pushing a hand through my bangs, to tuck them behind my ears, the rest of my hair was tied up as it always was since my hair was long and got in the way so tying it up was easier, plus it meant that I was ready in case we were attacked.

"Well think dude" I sighed, getting to my feet and walking over to the mini fridge in our motel room before extracting two beers, popping the lids off with the bottle opener and then handing one to Dean while I took my place on the bed next to his where we had been sitting. He smiled gratefully before taking a few gulps and holding the bottle between his hands, where he used it to keep his hands busy.

"Well I can think of one thing" he sighed and I nodded at him to go on before taking a swig of my ice cold beer and he shuck his head at me.

"You're not gonna like it" he stated and I rolled my eyes.

"If I have to play bait then so be it, as long as you get your father back" I sighed and Dean winced but shook his head.

"That's not what I mean Ali" I frowned at him and rolled my eyes.

"Well spit it out brother, we don't have all day" I stated. He had been worrying for the past four and a bit hours and suddenly when he thinks of an idea he doesn't want to tell me? See this is why the only guys in my life are Dean and his father, well until his dad took off somewhere and we haven't seen him for three weeks.

"Sam" he stated and I froze, looking at him over my beer which was now hovering in front of my lips and I stared at Dean with wide eyes.

"You've got to be joking?" I asked and he met my eyes and gave me the 'look' which basically meant he stared at me with a clenched jaw and I sighed, knowing he was being deadly serious. With a shake of my head I deposited my bottle on the bedside table and got to my feet, still shaking my head.

"Nope not happening Winchester" I stated and Dean groaned.

"We don't have a choice Ali" he stated firmly and I turned around to face him, seeing that he was now standing up in between the twin beds. I snorted in response.

"He's been at college for two years so far. We've coped without him, just the three of us, so you suddenly want to drag him into this life, the life he ran away from, because John is being a pain in our ass again?" Dean glared at me.

"Firstly Ali dad is not a pain in our ass" he shuck his head and held up a hand when I went to argue. The damn stubborn bastard, he gets that off his dad!

"Secondly Sam may have chosen to 'run away' as you put it, but this is his family. He'll want to know that our dad has disappeared off the face of the earth" he tried reasoning with me. I closed my eyes and took a few breaths to calm myself down.

"Dean, your brother has made no effort to keep in contact with you, or your dad or me, what makes you think he will so happily jump back into this life? Dean he never wanted to be a Hunter, didn't you ever see that?" I asked and Dean shook his head at me.

"Aliana, Hunting is in his blood, whether he likes it or not. Now we are going to pull Sam out of Stanford and that's that"

"So I have no say in this?"

"No, you don't"

I huffed a laugh of disbelief and continued staring at Dean, while also checking him out at the same time. Now don't get me wrong there is an age gap of seven years between us, and he is practically my brother, just not by blood. But if any female with working hormones isn't attracted to him, well then she's a lesbian. I wasn't attracted to him in the slightest because that would practically be incest, but I of course appreciated his good looks.

Dean Winchester was 26 years old with eyes that I had never figured out whether they were green or hazel, they were just a mixture of both. And I mean a mixture, as in God threw the colours together and mixed them up before deciding that Dean would have that random eye colour. But it suited him of course. He had a defined, square jaw that stood out when he clenched his jaw, which was mostly out of anger or frustration- something I would know because I made it my job to be a pain in his ass whenever we weren't working- with masculine features and the fullest lips that looked kissable. He was well built, with obvious muscles on his arms, but he wasn't the body builder type just a few pounds over lean, with the broadest shoulders I'd ever seen on a guy, and I had come across a lot of guys in our line of work.

"Ali" he sighed and I blinked realising that he had tired of our staring match. I sighed too, feeling defeated. I could never hold a grudge against Dean; I loved him too much for that.

"So is there a reason I don't get a say in this?" I asked, tacking a weary sigh onto the end and rubbing my eyes.

"Yeah because this is my family we are talking about" he said and I froze in disbelief, my eyes instantly landing on his face as I felt them well up with tears, making his face blurry.

"Shit, Ali I didn't mean-"

"Sure you did Dean, we both know you don't say things unless you mean them. Suppose that put me in my place" I stated, swallowing past the lump in my throat and walking over to my bed, throwing my duffle onto the covers and packing up the small amount of clothing that I had removed before zipping it up. After slinging the bag onto my shoulder I turned and walked out of the door, not giving Dean a second glance as I walked over to his baby.

The Chevy Impala stood in the parking space right in front of the door and I walked over to her, leaning against the passenger door, waiting for Dean to walk out and unlock the car so that we could get started.

I looked up and saw him moving around in the motel room before he walked out and unlocked the Impala, allowing the both of us to throw our bags in the backseat and me to climb in while he walked off to reception to settle our bill.

Asshole! I scrunched my hands up on my knees as I blinked away the tears, refusing to let them spill, just like I'd stopped them from falling every day and every night for the past twelve years.

I was Aliana Prescott, aged 19 and my whole life I had known the Winchesters. By know them I mean that my family lived next door to John Winchester and his two sons Sam and Dean when all of us lived in a place called Lawrence in Kansas. Dean was the oldest brother by four years and had always been a big brother to me as well as his own brother. My dad knew John, their father, and the two of them had been tight, as tight as brothers, without being related by blood. I think they knew each other in middle school and had been joined at the hip, though I never knew how or why they became best friends.

John was the best man at my parents' wedding and my father, Oscar, had been best man at John's wedding, where he married Mary. Unfortunately though it seemed that death ran in our families as when Dean was four and his brother Sam was just a baby, Mary was killed and John had to watch it with his own eyes, unable to do anything as his wife burned. My parents offered as much support as they could, looking after Sam and Dean as much as possible while John and my father went out and did their jobs, though the boys were too young to know what that job entailed of at the time. My parents were godparents to Sam and Dean and because they had trouble having children of their own, well the boys became substitute children, until my sister and I were born, then the four of us were looked after by my parents, though it didn't last long. Since my parents now had their own children, well John decided that it was time his boys stayed with him, and they did, though they still visited of course since Sam and Dean were fond of my sister and me.

Then when I was a few months away from turning eight the accident happened. The accident that ripped my family away from me and made me an orphan. My parents and sister were killed and as soon as John heard he came running back and took me in as the daughter he never had, the boys both welcoming me and Dean became protective of me, especially because that was when everything started to become strange, painful and scary for me, he had to look after Sam and I a lot as John carted us around, state-to-state as he did his job, leaving the boys and myself in small motel rooms since they were all we could afford. Dean was always left in charge and he made sure he did his best to protect his brother and me and for that I would always be grateful.

The fact that he had pushed me out and said that it was his family, his family, like I had nothing to do with them! Like he didn't think of me as a fucking sister! He always had done and he even called me his 'sis' quite often. The bastard! He knew that I still had nightmares about the night that my family were taken from me, fuck I would only let him within a foot of me when that happened and only he could calm me down and send me off to sleep again. So the fact that he had implied that I meant nothing to him or to John fucking hurt, the Winchesters were my family now. They were all I had.

The door slammed shut, bringing me out of my thoughts, but I didn't even spare Dean a look, still reeling from the punch he'd sent to my heart and my gut at what he had said, though I knew he didn't mean it, I knew he didn't think of me any less because to him I was his sister, just not by blood.

"Sis I'm sorry" and there it was, I bit my lip to keep the smile from appearing on my face and I let my head flop in his direction, the car rumbling beneath us since he'd turned on the engine already. He swallowed a little at my blank expression, something which I had accumulated from him since that was what he did best, kept his expression blank and everyone behind a wall, but we both knew it was the right thing to do. My hands started to shake and I scrunched them up, fighting off the wave of nausea and desperation, as well as pain and guilt that drowned me. He frowned at my reaction and I nodded, swallowing though my mouth was so dry and my throat so parched that I couldn't muster up any saliva. He placed his hand over mine, prying my fingers apart and sighing when he saw that my nails had bitten into my skin, before he took out a wipe from the glove compartment and wiped the blood away, but he didn't ask and I was grateful because he knew I would never give him an answer. He just knew to trust me.

"I know you are Dean" I sighed and he smiled at me before leaning over and kissing my forehead fondly before pulling back and sending me a wink, which I knew would have all the ladies falling over him but never worked on me. He chuckled when I lifted my eyebrows, unimpressed at him but we both knew it was only a joke, before he shifted the car into reverse, pulling out and changing gears again before heading for the road and driving onto the highway.

"You could never hold a grudge with me" I smirked and he rolled his eyes at me, sending me a half smile, which I knew was his embarrassed smile and I chuckled.

"Yeah you could never stay mad at me either" he replied and I turned to watch him driving, feeling my left eyebrow rise teasingly.

"Sounding a little cocky there brother" I stated and he smirked.

"You love me for it" I rolled my eyes at him and shuck my head before pulling out his box of cassette tapes and shoving the AC/DC tape into the player and pressing play. The song Runaway Train started playing through the car and Dean grinned at me before we both started singing along.

John always played the cassettes in the car and we all used to have a karaoke as we drove from place to place, though Sam never joined in when he was still with us because he was a spoilsport, so I'd practically grown up on John's music taste, so Dean and I shared the same love of music.

"Well I hope your brother is ready" I sighed and Dean grimaced at me in reply before shrugging.

"Hopefully the fact that dad is missing will give him enough push to get his head out of his ass and give us a hand" he sighed and I frowned at him before shaking my head.

"Dean, you and I both know that he won't stay with us. It would take some sort of fucking miracle to pry him away from his perfect, normal life" I stated before snorting a laugh and Dean glanced at me questioningly before turning his attention back to the road.

"What?" he asked I snorted again, shaking my head.

"It's just that Sam always wanted a normal life and he got it, but nothing about him is fucking normal. I mean Hunting always has been and always will be a part of him. It runs in his veins" I shrugged and Dean nodded in agreement.

"I know that Ali, and you know that, but just like you told me he never wanted to be a Hunter" he sighed and I sent Dean an apologetic smile. I knew it was hard for him, their dad dragged them off and was never around because of his work, he raised the boys and myself like warriors but Dean still loved him, though Sam and John had never seen eye to eye, simply because Sam never agreed with his dad, never wanted his life to be this way, because he had it planned out and his life involved getting a job, getting married and having a family. There was no room for his job as a Hunter in there. Sam always wanted a normal life whereas John and I wanted revenge and became Hunters to bring every supernatural son of bitch down, while Dean admired his father and would do anything to please him, though John never seemed to fucking realise that at all. I sighed and rubbed a hand over my face, but the tiredness was a permanent thing, something I'd lived with for the last twelve years of my life.

"You should sleep Ali, you need your rest. I'll wake you when we get there" Dean said and I shuck my head, blinking rapidly to keep myself awake.

"No I'm fine" my brother sighed at my response.

"So damn stubborn. Sleep sis and don't worry, I'm right here beside you" he said, looking at me in worry and I rolled my eyes at him, of course Dean would know that I didn't want to sleep in fear of the nightmares coming back and tormenting me again. With a sigh I nodded and Dean grinned in victory at winning against me in an argument, before he pulled his jacket off the back of my seat and draped it over me as I pushed the seat back, allowing me to lie comfortably.

"Night sis" he smiled down at me.

"Night brother" I sighed, a smile on my face.

"You awake properly yet?" he asked and I sighed, swallowing the last mouthful of coffee before making a face and shrugging at him.

"I suppose" I replied, rubbing a hand over my face, before stepping out of the car and slamming the door, making the both of us wince as the noise echoed down the street. The cool air whipped at my face and wiped away the last remnants of sleep that still clung to me and I took in a deep breath of the cool air before letting it out and sending Dean a reassuring grin. He nodded back in return before we faced the house.

"So this is where Sammy lives?" I asked, raising my eyebrows and Dean looked back and grinned at me.

"Nice place huh?" he asked and I nodded before making a noise of agreement.

"Damn right" I tacked a whistle on the end.

Anything would look nice to the both of us though since we didn't have a permanent home. Being a Hunter meant looking through the latest news or hacking into the police radar to see if there were any suspicious looking deaths and then going in the direction of those jobs, looking into them more and then ganking whatever bitches were killing people, which of course could be anything from ghosts, shifters, vampires, werewolves, demons and any other supernatural shit that just loved killing and in particular humans. As Hunters we hunted the bastards down and did what we should, which was kill them to prevent any further disasters. Dean, Sam and I had learnt everything from John, and John used to be a Marine so he knew how to fight fucking well, which came in handy when it came to putting the suckers down. He learnt everything as he went along, with the help of a few Hunter friends, friends which included my dad and my 'Uncle' Bobby, and he passed those down to Dean and I, since Sam knew everything but wasn't as eager to act on it, unlike his father and myself.

Mary Winchester had been killed which had prompted John into becoming a Hunter and killing every supernatural piece of shit he could find, since he was on the hunt for Mary's killer. I also wanted revenge for my family, knowing that whatever had taken their lives was supernatural but I didn't know what it was and couldn't remember what it looked like, thanks to the fact that my seven year old mind had blocked that off, and it was now something that I couldn't reach, not even with the help of Bobby's many spells or actual spells from witches, which yeah was surprising and had pissed John off because he couldn't kill the witches since we needed their supernatural help. It was something my mind refused to remember and after trying for two years to receive that information we gave up, going purely on wherever the next job took us, in the hopes that we would find something. So the job stopped us from settling down in one place for too long and that was really the only part that I hated about being a Hunter, well that and the fact that it was a dangerous business and I was constantly scared that I would lose Dean or John.

"Ready to do this?" Dean asked and I grinned at him, shoving my gun into a strap on my calf and my knife into the strap on my other calf before winking at him.

"Let's do this" I replied and he grinned before we crept up to the house. According to Dean he had saw Sam come home from partying with his friends about two hours ago and was positive that his brother and whoever it was that he shared this place with were sleeping.

Dean walked up to the window around the side of the building and bent to pick the lock as I stood guard, keeping my eyes peeled for any movement around us which may alert us to some creature lurking around or just some poor sorry ass who had the unfortunate business of watching Dean and I do a bit and breaking and entering, which of course wasn't uncommon at all for us. It came with the job. I heard the it click and Dean grinned up at me before straightening up and pushing the window upwards slowly.

We carefully made our way inside, though we made a little noise of course when our feet hit the floor, checking the room we walked in to before I looked at him. It was dark, but I could make out his silhouette and he signalled with his hand for me to carry on, which I did, also making my footsteps a little more loud, wincing when they echoed a little, but we needed Sam to hear us and come down to check what was going on. Dean was moving around in the room next to where I was and I could hear his footsteps as well as the occasional squeak of a floorboard as his weight moved over the floor. He was a bulky guy though, packed entirely with muscle, as well as any extra fat that he may put on due to his love of pie. He seriously loved pie.

We met in the doorway to one of the rooms, as we heard movement above us, I grinned at Dean and knew him so well to know he was grinning back before we took up positions behind doors and around the corner of a room, though we had to be careful in case it was anyone other than Sam, but I knew by the clenching of my stomach and the excitement that it would be Sam who came down the stairs to find out who had broken into his house. I just knew these things.

A few moments later a figure emerged through the doorway and stood around the corner so I signalled to Dean to move, which he could see since there wasn't much space in between us. He flicked his wrist to tell me he got the message before walking out of his hiding place and passed Sam, who I could see was holding something in his hands. A baseball bat maybe? Sam jumped out from behind the door and tried to hit Dean on the back of the head, but my brother was quicker and managed to snap around and grab Sam's hand, causing Sam to drop what he was holding, but the floor was carpeted and I couldn't hear the contact it made with the floor over the sound of their grunts. I rolled my eyes, deciding that I would stay out of their way while they had their little scuffle, already knowing that Dean was planning on testing his younger brother to see how in practice he was, if he still was. Personally I couldn't see it if I was honest but I knew Dean was hopeful that Sam wouldn't be rusty. I knew better than to expect such things, hell if I could live a normal life and go to college and prance around with friends, then I wouldn't train anymore either, but my training came from Hunting and killing whatever I could.

I heard a crash and jumped out of my skin, hurrying over to where I heard the sound coming from.

"Shit" I swore under my breath. This was not the fucking plan! Dean was supposed to grab Sam and get him so we could talk; he was going to wake up the whole fucking house the airhead! Then again Dean was the brawn while San was the brains; it was why the two of them made the perfect team. I just tagged along for the ride, and occasionally became helpful. I heard their grunts just as I heard a thud, followed by Sam's grunt and rolled my eyes as I could make out Dean holding Sam to the floor since the moon had appeared from behind the clouds, illuminating the two of them where they were lying in front of the nearby window.

"Easy tiger" Dean said and I could hear the teasing tone in his voice.

"Dean?" Sam exclaimed and I could hear the surprise in his voice.

"Ali" I stated, feeling left out and heard Dean snort a laugh.

"You scared the crap out of me" Sam stated, sounding out of breath.

"It's cause you're out of practice" Dean replied just as Sam linked his leg around Dean's and turned so that he was pinning his brother to the floor.

"Or not" Dean replied, sounding amused.

"You were saying" Sam stated and Dean chuckled.

"Alright, alright, now get off me man" he said and Sam stood up, holding his hand out which Dean gripped, using it to pull himself to his feet.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Sam asked as the two of them stood opposite each other, probably surveying the other in what they could see in the little amount of light there was coming from the streetlamps outside as well as the sliver of moonlight coming in through the curtains.

"Well I was hoping for a beer" Dean joked and I laughed quietly along with him.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Sam reiterated, emphasising each and every word as though Dean was a stupid child. Dean sighed before answering.

"I was hoping we could talk" he stated and I heard Sam sigh.

"Err the phone" fucking smartass little prick!

"Would you have answered if I'd called?" Dean asked. Ding, ding, he has a point there Sammy! I thought to myself, because we all knew the answer to that question. It was then that the lights flickered on and I groaned, squinting against the light.

"Gaah it burns" I joked and Dean joined in with my laughter.

"Sam?" a female voice said and I blinked, before looking towards the door and seeing a pretty blonde standing there wearing nothing but a pair of striped pink booty shorts and a grey crop top. I rolled my eyes waiting for Dean's comment which I knew would come, the slut.

"Jess, hey" Sam stated and the girl looked surprised before Sam sighed.

"What's going on here?" she asked, looking a little shaken. It made sense though, anyone would be shaken if they walked down the stairs to find their boyfriend and a random guy standing in their living room. I rolled my eyes and looked away from her to the boys and Dean grinned my way, but I glared at him and shuck my head. He frowned in annoyance as Sam sighed.

"Nothing Jess, go back to bed" he stated and I snorted out loud, which made both Sam and the girl, Jess look my way.

"Right. Did you know the Pope was Muslim?" I joked and Dean chuckled, before silencing when Sam sent a glare his way before he turned back to his girlfriend.

"Dean this is my girlfriend Jessica" Sam sighed and I sighed before walking over to Dean to stand on his left as he sent his 'lady killer' smile at Jess. Oh here we go!

"Wait Dean as in your brother?" she asked, looking at Sam and he sent her an awkward looking smile before she looked back at Dean, a slight frown on her face as she looked at him.

"Aah so you haven't forgotten your brother?" I asked, looking at Sam, making Dean hiss and nudge me with his elbow, but I ignored him and Sam's jaw tightened before he looked away. Yeah asshole! I shrugged innocently at Dean and he sighed, before shaking his head at me, but I wasn't worried about him being pissed off. Dean grinned at Jess before sauntering over.

"I love the smurfs" he stated and I frowned, seeing that Sam looked pissed off before looking over to Jess as Dean continued talking to her, "-and let me say, you are way out of my brother's league" and strike, I was waiting for him to say something ever since Jess emerged. With a frown I looked at her grey top and saw that there was a picture of two smurfs on her chest area.

She glanced down at herself before shifting her weight and turning her body slightly.

"I'll be a minute, I just need to go and put something on" she stated and Dean snorted.

"Oh don't worry, I wouldn't dream of it" he said and I groaned, before elbowing him in the ribs, which made him wince and glare at me.

"Dude really? Hitting on your brother's girl? Come on Dean, have some class you whore" I stated and Sam snorted a laugh as Dean glared at me, but kept silent, ending in me giving him a smirk before he sighed and looked back at the woman standing across from us.

"Don't worry about it, I just need to borrow your boyfriend here for a little while. It's just some family business but it was nice meeting you" he said, pointing in Sam's direction when he said 'boyfriend'.

"No Dean, whatever you need to say, you can say in front of Jess" he stated, walking over to where his girlfriend stood before wrapping an arm around her waist. I frowned at his response before shaking my head as I realised he wouldn't like what we had to say, before my gaze slipped to Jess and I felt my body freeze and my blood turn cold, sluggishly pumping through my veins. Guilt, pain, nausea and desperation flooded my veins before my blood pumped through my veins at an alarming rate, sending me light headed and I groaned quietly, reaching out to Dean and he quickly gripped my hand, supporting my weight as I leaned into his side. I felt Dean shrug and nod.

"Okay, well it's dad, he hasn't been home in a few days" he stated and Sam frowned before shrugging.

"So, dad is doing overtime on some shift. I'm sure it's nothing" Sam stated, looking as though he believed it. I moved away from leaning into Dean's side to look up at my brother. He looked down at me fondly, but I could see the worry and amusement in his eyes before he turned back to Sam.

"Dad's on a hunting trip, and he hasn't been home in a few days" Dean stated more clearly and I saw the understanding dawn on Sam's face before he nodded.

"Sorry Jess, excuse us, we'll be outside" he replied and she looked up at his face before nodding.

"Sure" she replied, kissing his jawline and pulling back to frown worriedly before walking out of the room and back up the stairs, where Dean motioned for us to walk outside of the house, having to support my weight as he did so.

"One of your feelings?" he asked and I sucked in a breath through my teeth before nodding. He never mentioned it, never asked before, so why now?

"And you're not going to tell me right?" he asked, though he already knew the answer.

"Right Dean" I replied firmly and he sighed, before helping me down the steps where he let me lean against the side of the Impala as the dizziness finally dissipated and I could think a lot more clearly, without feeling my blood painfully pound through my body.

I sighed and looked up from the ground, where I had been staring at my feet, willing this to pass to see Sam and Dean both watching me carefully, the worry and concern etched onto Dean's face as Sam looked at me curiously along with worry. He of course knew what I was like after the death of my family as well, though he was never allowed near me. I swallowed and sent Dean a curt nod, to which he let out a breath when he realised I was fine before sighing.

This gave me the perfect opportunity to study Sam, who I could see had grown a few more inches since I last saw him, meaning he now stood at an easy six foot, making him a few inches taller than Dean. I knew from experience that Sam shared a similar eye colour to Dean's however his eye colour was more blue mixed with hazel, than green. Again, another reason I envied the boys, they had beautiful eyes, and it must be a Winchester thing, since John had nice eyes too. Sam's hair had grown out a little as well, so that it curled behind his ears with floppy hair, it suited him actually, and it was still as dark as I remembered it. He wasn't as built as Dean, though he'd been out of action for two years, but he was still lean hinting at the fact that he was fit.

"You can't just pop up and expect me to go with you" Sam stated, sounding frustrated and I snorted a laugh which had both guys looking at me, Sam frowning in confusion and Dean glaring at me in annoyance. I bit my lip and shrugged at him before nodding, telling him I would shut up and let him deal with it before he looked back at Sam.

"You don't get it, dad is missing" Dean emphasised and Sam sighed.

"Yeah so, that's nothing new, remember the Poltergeist at Amhurst or the Devil's Gate at Clifton. He's always missing and he's always fine" the frustration was even more evident in Sam's tone now and I knew he had a point but he also didn't at the time. This time was different, I could feel it in my gut. I huffed and looked back at Sam, focusing my attention on him and shook my head.

"You have a point, he does go missing from time to time, but he's never been gone for this long. So are you coming with us?" I asked and Sam sighed before shaking his head.

"No" he stated firmly and I looked at Dean, my eyebrows high on my head. I knew to expect this but he is so fucking stubborn and doesn't' listen to anything I say. Assbutt!

"And why not?" Dean asked looking surprised. I rolled my eyes silently to myself.

"I swore I was done hunting, for good"

"Come on it wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad" Dean frowned

"Yeah" Sam scoffed, obviously he didn't think so, which I always knew of course, "-when I told him I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45" Sam stated and I frowned, leaning against the car again. I didn't know about that because that was a year before the Winchesters took me in, but I remembered Sam mentioning it the once.

"What was he supposed to say?" Dean exclaimed, I could tell he as a little surprised at what Sam had just said. The guy in question shrugged and looked around, trying to find the words to say before he looked back at Dean.

"I don't know… err don't be afraid of the dark?" he replied but it sounded more like a question and both Dean and I scoffed a laugh.

"Please Sam, you know the kind of crap that's out there" I stated, rolling my eyes at him and Dean waved his hand at me, giving me his support and showing I had a point. Sam just glared at me.

"I was nine years old" he stated and I froze slightly but had to physically bite my tongue to stop myself from saying what I really wanted to say to him. Dean frowned at me and tilted his head before sighing, because he knew me so well he obviously knew what I was thinking. Well at least Sam still had a parent and family when he was nine. When I was that age I just had him, Dean and their dad.

"I know what's out there, but I mean, how we grew up after mom was killed. Trying to find whatever killed her but it never worked so we killed every damn thing we could find instead" Sam sighed and I rolled my eyes.

Here we go, this was the same argument that Sam and John had many times before, especially towards the end when Sam was nineteen, a year before he left to go to Stanford to study Law. Dean and I looked at him in disbelief.

"We've saved a lot of people though" I shrugged and Sam sighed before nodding.

"Yeah I know that" he stated and I rolled my eyes. That was something I always seemed to do whenever Sam was around, mostly because he had left, meaning that Dean and I had to pick up the slack, I mean don't get me wrong, with Sam gone it meant I could help out more, though my help was just through researching the lore and whatnot, but at least I was pulling my weight. Sam, well he obviously lived a nice cushy life, I don't know why but it seriously pissed me off how he acted, it always had done ever since I was nine years old and John had finally sat me down with Sam and Dean and they explained everything to me. But then again, I volunteered to do this life, I happily let John train me up, in fact my own parents- who I learned during that talk- were both Hunters, though my mom stopped after having my sister and I, and because of that I knew basic defence and offence skills, but John helped me build on that, and when he was off working Dean would help while Sam only helped when his brother nagged him to, though we all knew that Dean was more talented physical wise than Sam was, I think that was why Sam was so against the whole thing.

"You think mom would have wanted this for us. The weapon training, and melting the silver into bullets?" Sam asked and I knew he was delivering the 'mom' blow, not that he had ever said this to his father. Or at least not that I could recall. He had a point, we were raised as warriors but no child is ever raised in the same way to their friends, every parent has different parenting skills, it just so happens that our childhood was much different than it would've been if Mary wasn't killed and my family were still alive. Dean shook his head at Sam.

"So what?" he asked with a shrug of his shoulders, "-you're going to live some normal, apple pie life? Is that it?" he questioned and I sighed. Of course it was right, this was the life that Sam wanted, the life he always dreamed of since I could remember.

"No, not normal. Safe" Sam stated

"So that's hay you ran away?" Dean asked and I winced as Sam scoffed in disbelief. I hadn't thought Dean would pull out the 'running away' card but oh well, it was what we both thought. Sam shook his head.

"All I did was go to college, it was dad who said that if I went then I should stay gone" he said and I could detect a note of hurt in that. I bit my lip and glanced away from Sam to look at Dean who looked, well I didn't know what he looked like because he had his blank expression on his face.

I remembered that conversation though. Sam had applied to go to Stanford because his grades were perfect- the boys and I did online schooling since we couldn't actually go to school- and he had gotten accepted. When he confronted John and told him that he wanted to go to college, well John had a fit and a lot of hurtful things were said. I knew that neither Dean nor myself agreed with half of the things that were said, Sam had a right to go to college, he could've come back when his four years were up, but John basically told him to stay out of our lives. Thinking about it now, I don't know if Sam would've ever come back, maybe John knew that? But I think it was more the fact that John probably didn't want this life for his boys and it was his way of keeping Sam safe, by telling him to stay put, it wasn't a secret that Sam sort of dragged us down by digging his heels in against the whole Hunting aspect of our lives.

"So that's what I'm doing" Sam stated, tacking a shrug onto the end and Dean looked sad a little. They had always been close and had some sort of strong bond, the fact that Sam stayed gone and didn't keep in touch much, except for the occasional phone call every so often, usually we only received phone calls when it was mine or Dean's birthday, as well as at Christmas, the rest of the time, well Sam didn't try to keep in contact and it hurt Dean.

"Yeah well dad's in real trouble now, if he's not dead already, I can feel it" yeah, I knew what Dean meant, I could feel it too. "-and I can't do it alone" Dean stated and I frowned to myself. What the fuck was I? A potted plant?

"Dude" I stated and Dean shrugged at my response.

"Come on sis, like I'm gonna risk you getting hurt"

"Sexist pig" I mumbled but he grinned, obviously hearing me and Sam snorted, gaining Dean's attention again.

"You can do it alone" he stated and Dean looked away.

"Yeah, well maybe I don't want to" he stated and I felt my heart flutter a little, knowing how hurt he must be. Sam sighed, looking defeated and I could tell that he was giving in, which surprised me since I thought he would be adamant in staying here.

"What was he hunting?" he sighed, and I smiled at Dean who I could tell was biting the inside of his cheek to keep the victorious grin from emerging.

Dean signalled Sam to follow him and he did, leading us around to the trunk and popping it open, before lifting up the fabric part, exposing the arsenal we kept here, propping it up with one of the many guns we had.

"Alright then. Where is this thing?" Dean thought allowed as he pushed a few things aside as Sam leant against the side of the trunk, watching Dean as I rolled my eyes at him, he was forgetful sometimes.

"So when dad took off, why didn't you go with him?" Sam asked, sounding confused and I grinned at him.

"Well Dean and I had our own gig, hunting this voodoo thing down in New Orleans"

"Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourself?" he asked, sounding surprised and I chuckled slightly.

"We had each other, besides Sammy you should know that Dean doesn't have the brain cells to work a lot of things out. I'm his research assistant" I shrugged in response and Sam laughed slightly as Dean smacked me over the back of my head, causing the two of us to chuckle.

"Don't undermine my skills" he frowned and I held my hands up in a surrendering gesture which made him laugh.

"Seriously though, dude I'm twenty six" was Dean's clever response and I snorted earning myself another glare as he continued shuffling through some of the junk in the back of the car.

"Ahh here we go, dad was checking out this two lane black top outside of Jericho, California. This guy" Dean said, handing the piece of paper that contained the article about the missing guy, to Sam who took it off him and glanced at the article "-vanished from his car"

"So maybe it was a kidnapping?" Sam questioned, shrugging. What a douche, he knew this was a sign. Dean sighed and shook his head.

"Yeah maybe, but here's another one in April, December '04, '03, '98, '92 ten of them over the last twenty years" he stated, listing other people who had gone missing throughout the years as a way to convince Sam that there was something happening here. I shrugged and focused on Sam's face.

"It started happening more frequently so John thought he would go and dig around, which was about three weeks ago" I stated and Sam nodded slowly.

"We haven't heard from him since. Which is bad enough, then I received this message on my phone yesterday" Dean stated, playing the recording back so that Sam could listen to it.

"Dean…" the static voice of John Winchester began, "-… something is starting to happen… I think it's bad… I need to figure out... be careful… we might be in danger"

"You know there's EVP on that?" Sam asked and I nodded in response

"Well done Sam, kinda like riding a bike right?" Sam smiled and Dean nodded. "So I ran it back and got this" he stated, fiddling with the recorder until the EVP recording started playing.

"I can never go home" came the eerie female voice from the recording.

"Never go home?" Sam questioned, sounding as confused as what Dean and I were when we first heard it.

"You know in almost two years, I haven't bothered you, never asked you for a thing" Dean stated and Sam sighed before nodding, obviously he knew that Dean had a point, and if he said no I was going to punch him right in his pretty face.

"Alright I'll go but I need to be back first thing on Monday. Just wait here" Sam replied.

"What's first thing Monday?" I asked out of curiosity.

"I have… I have an interview" he replied, hesitantly and I nodded slowly.

"What a job interview? Skip it" Sam sighed at Dean's response and I shook my head at him.

"It's an interview, for law school. It's my whole life, on a plate" Sam stated and I rolled my eyes at Dean's dumb response beforehand.

"Alright cool" I replied, cutting off any further responses that Dean would likely throw out and Dean nodded in response before Sam walked off to pack his clothes as Dean and I got into the car.

"I don't think so, back seat lil' sis" Dean said and I turned to glare at him.

"Really? What, now little brother's back I'm downgraded again?" I asked and Dean huffed before rolling his eyes.

"Don't get pissy on me" he retorted and I glared at him.

"Pissy? Jesus Dean you didn't care that I had shotgun when Sam wasn't here" I replied and Dean shuck his head at me, causing me to snort, a bad habit that had worsened over the years.

"Fine whatever" I replied, climbing out of the passenger seat and slamming the door before hopping into the back, where I clipped my seatbelt on and removed my iPod from my duffle, plugging the earbuds into my ears and turning on my shuffle full blast as a way to block out Dean's dickness. God he pissed me off and I couldn't help but feel a little let down. Since Sam went off to college two years ago, Dean and I were inseparable, to the point where neither of us could concentrate if we weren't with the other; hence the reason John let me follow Dean around so we could work cases, instead of me staying with John so I could 'learn' from him. But now that Sam was back, I was shoved to the back again. I may be Dean's sister, but I would never measure up to Sam, which was fine with me, I just wished Sam and I were more equal in Dean's eyes. I was aware that Dean was looking at me through the rear-view but I didn't look up, not even when Sam shut the door behind him and placed his duffle into the backseat next to me, I just kept my eyes trained on the outside through the window. I saw Dean shaking his head out of the corner of my eye before he put the car into forward and we drove off, away from Stanford and where Sam had spent the last couple of years of his life.

We pulled into a gas station outside Jericho since we were running low on fuel. Sam had just woken up in the front seat and I'd been awake for about two hours, this job meant that I was an early riser, even if I went to sleep late. Dean had hopped out of the car about ten minutes ago to fill the tank and get some food for all of us. He hadn't tried talking to me at all since I woke up this morning and I didn't care, but he probably knew I was still pissed at him, but in my defence I thought I had a right to be. Maybe I was just having a teenage tantrum, whatever I didn't care.

Sam groaned from the front seat and I rolled my eyes at him, before going back to looking out of the window.

"Hey" he said, voice still slightly gruff from sleep. I sighed and turned towards him, seeing he was looking at me through the rear mirror. I nodded back stiffly.

"Hey, sleep okay?" I replied and he smiled before nodding and opening the car, to let some air in, though I realised he was playing with something on his lap. I saw Dean emerge from the shop, holding food through the rear window and guessed he had probably asked Sam if he wanted some food. Sam snorted.

"No thanks, besides how do you pay for it. You still running credit card scams?" he asked and I snorted in response, knowing Dean would say something along the lines of, 'well Hunting isn't exactly the best paying job' or something like that.

"So, what names did you put on the credit cards this time?" Sam asked, before turning around in his seat to face out of the windscreen and I saw Dean making his way over to the driver's seat, but I tuned out as he hopped into the front, the car rocking slightly with his movement as he pulled out food.

"Dude you've gotta update your cassette tape collection" Sam stated and I frowned at him.

"Why?" Dean asked and I knew that whatever Sam said next would probably offend both Dean and myself, he had never liked John's sort of music anyway.

"Well for one, they're cassette tapes, secondly Back Sabbath, Motorhead, Metallica? It's the greatest hits of mullet rock" Sam replied and I rolled my eyes at him as Dean smirked.

"House rule Sammy, driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole" Dean replied, taking one of the tapes out of the box and inserting it into the tape player as Sam sighed.

"And Sammy is the name of a chubby twelve year old, it's Sam okay?" he stated as AC/DC's Back In Black started playing and I grinned at Dean as he started nodding his head to the song, the song drowning out his last few words.

"Sorry Sammy, I can't hear you over the music" he replied, sounding a little cocky and I smiled slightly as we listened to the music, driving for a while until I thought of something.

"Should we check the hospitals? See if he's turned up in one of those around here?" I asked and Dean glanced at me through the rear-view mirror before nodding.

"That's not a bad idea Ali. Sam do you want to deal with that?" he asked and Sam nodded before taking his phone out of his pocket and dialling up some number, probably an operator or someone to get the number of the nearest hospital here.

"Alright, so they have no one matching dad's description at the hospital or morgue, so that's something I guess" Sam said after a while and he'd snapped his phone shut.

"Check it out" Dean stated, pointing through the windscreen as we drove passed a bridge where a handful of cops milled around a car that had been left in the middle of the road. Dean stopped the car and reached for the box where we kept our ID's before extracting Fed ID's.

"Let's go" he grinned to a shocked, slightly worried looking Sam before climbing out of the car. I went to get out too and Dean shook his head.

"You can stay in the car missy" he said, before slamming the door shut and walking off, leaving me to glare after the two of them. Assholes!

I watched them walk over to the cops and exchange a few words before Sam stepped on his foot and they walked away before Dean hit him over the head. I rolled my eyes at the two of them, able to make them out easily through the window. An older cop approached them and they exchanged a few more words before walking back over to the car where they climbed back in and Dean started driving again, where I guessed we were heading into town.

"What did the cops say?" I asked, talking to the back of their heads, this was what I hated two years ago as well. Dean sighed but Sam turned in his seat.

"Another guy, a teenager. He was local, they found his car there this morning" I nodded slowly. Another attack then.

"Cool, so what's the plan?" I asked and Sam turned to Dean questioningly who shrugged.

"We find the Vic's girlfriend and talk to her" Dean stated and I nodded in response, happy with that plan as he drove us further into town.

Dean parked outside of a diner when we entered the town and we all climbed out of the car, surveying the area before searching for the girl.

"Okay so Sam and I will go and grab the girl, we'll meet you in the diner" Dean stated, nodding his head in the direction of the diner. I bit my tongue so as not to argue, this wasn't the time for my pettiness, we had a job to work and their dad to find. Instead I nodded and we went our separate ways. I found a table and ordered a coffee for myself while I waited. I hated coffee but it would keep me awake until the boys came back with the girl.

It wasn't long until they walked in and I nodded, signalling them to walk over to me which they did, Sam and Dean slid into the booth next to me as two girls sat opposite us. The waitress came over and they ordered some drinks.

"This is Ali, she's a family friend" Sam introduced me and I sent the girl a small smile before outstretching my hand. She took it and we gripped hands before pulling away.

"I'm Amy" she replied and I nodded.

"Hi, I wish we could've met under better circumstances" I replied and she nodded.

"Yeah me to"

"So Amy, can you tell us what happened?" I asked her, cradling my mug of coffee and she sighed but nodded.

"I was on the phone with Troy, he was trying to get home. He said he would call me right back and he never did."

"He didn't say anything strange or out of the ordinary?" Sam asked and the girl, Amy sighed before shaking her head.

"No, not that I can remember" she replied and I could tell that she was a little shaken up. I bit my lip as I nodded before my eyes found her neck.

"I like your necklace" Sam pointed out and I smiled at the fact that we had noticed it at the same time. It was a pentagram.

"Thanks" she smiled, "-Troy gave it to as a way to scare my parents with all that devil crap" she replied, holding the necklace in her fingers and looking down at it.

"Actually it mean just the opposite. A pentagram offers protection against evil, really powerful" I stated and Amy frowned at me slightly as Sam shifted in his seat a little.

"Well if, you believe that crap" he replied and I looked up at him before we smiled and turned back to Amy. I saw Dean glance at us momentarily.

"Alright, thank you for that. Listen ladies, the way Troy disappeared? It's not right, so if you've heard anything…?" he said, trailing off and Amy and her friend exchanged a look.

"What?" Sam asked

"Well it's just with these guys going missing, people talk" Amy's friend said

"What do they talk about?" Dean and Sam asked at the same time and the girl frowned.

"Well it's just this girl apparently got murdered out on Centennial. They say she's still out there. She hitchhikes and whoever picks her up, well they go missing forever" she replied and the three of us exchanged a glance before I turned back to the girls and nodded.

"Thanks for your help you two" I smiled and they nodded back.

"And I'm really sorry about Troy, I didn't know him that well compared to the rest of you but I'm sure he was great and is a big loss. Hopefully the cops will find something, and we will be in town a little longer if there is anything you need" I finished and Amy smiled at me.

"Thanks, we should get going now" she replied and I nodded.

"It was nice meeting you, and don't worry, we'll pay for this" I said and she smiled before getting to her feet, her friend following after her and we watched them walk out of the diner. Dean slid out and sat opposite us as I frowned in thought.

"So what next? Do we find some information out on this girl?" I asked and the boys looked at me before nodding.

"Yeah I think that's our best bet, that way we know what we are dealing with" Dean stated and I nodded, before taking some cash out of my purse and leaving it on the table for the waitress to collect before we walked out of the diner and climbed into the Impala.

"The library" I stated and Dean nodded, before pulling out of the space and driving towards the library which was about a minute away from the diner, probably two minutes if we'd walked it. No wonder the gas gets used up so quickly because Dean is such a lazy ass whenever he gets the opportunity.

We walked into the library, which was quiet like they are supposed to be and headed in the direction of the few computers dotted at the back of the room. Sam and Dean took up the chairs in front of the computer and I was forced to stand behind them and lean on the back of their chairs while Dean searched for any articles relating to Centennial, which we knew was the highway where the accidents had been happening.

The search results relating to 'female, centennial, hitchhiker, murder' brought nothing up and I could tell it was bugging Sam, the impatient shit.

"Let me" he said and Dean slapped his hands away like a kid who was trying to steal his candy. Sam huffed a sigh before pushing Dean's chair out of the way and I let out a startled gasp as I almost lost my balanced as Dean shot Sam an annoyed look, which was ignored as Sam thought closely.

"Dude, such a control freak" Dean huffed and I grinned as Sam smiled slightly.

"So if angry spirits are born out of violent deaths, maybe it wasn't a murder?" Sam asked, before replacing the word 'murder' with 'suicide' and searching. One result popped up and Sam clicked on it, bringing up and article on a woman named Constance.

"This was in 1981, Constance Welch was 24 years old. It says she jumped off the bridge out on centennial" Sam explained and I leaned closer to the side of his head but my eyes were hurting and the computer was a little out of date so the screen was fuzzy from where I was standing.

"Did it say why she jumped?" I asked and Sam nodded.

"Yeah it says that she phoned up 911 an hour before they found her. She told the police that she left her two children in the bath tub, she was gone for a minute and when she came back they weren't breathing" he explained and I bit my lip before nodding slowly as Sam scrolled down a little further before finding a picture of a guy.

"'Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn't take it' says husband Joseph Welch" Sam read from the article, who I realised was the picture of the guy shielding his face from the camera. He looked distraught, or that's what I made of his body language.

"So should we go and check out the bridge?" I asked the boys, seeing that the bridge looked familiar to the one we passed earlier today and they turned to look at me before Dean nodded.

"That's an idea" he said, getting to his feet, where I took a step backwards to allow Sam to get up easily and we headed out of the library and to the Impala, climbing in to the seats so that Dean could drive us up the bridge. There was no point in putting any music on so we drove in silence, something that I wasn't used to. Dean, John and I always made conversation even when Sam was here, but I had a feeling that Dean would much rather have an awkward silence in the car than make conversation with me and risk making Sam feeling left out. He was a good brother like that, but I don't know why he was so eager to have Sam stay with us, I knew it wouldn't happen and deep down Dean knew that too.

I shifted in my seat slightly as my hands started to shake again and I saw Dean look at me through the rear-view, his eyes full of worry.

"Roll the window down please?" I asked in a quiet voice and he nodded before doing that and I moved closer to the window, allowing the cool air to brush across my flushed skin, hopefully it would quell the queasiness in my stomach too. This was happening far too often for my liking lately, and knowing Dean he would pull me up on it at some point which would lead to a short argument between us, because I never told him anything.

It didn't take long to get to the bridge, but it was spent in silence, with Dean flashing me concerned glances and me trying to keep myself calm as my hands started shaking more violently, but he didn't notice of course because I kept them pressed between my thighs, out of his eyesight. I didn't need him pointlessly worrying about me.

Dean shut the car off and we climbed out of the car, the doors slamming behind us, the sound echoing eerily around us and I winced slightly, before waking over to the side of the bridge and looking down into the murky waters. Even I could tell how filthy the water was, and there wasn't much light to see by. I shivered as a breeze blew across my face, but it wasn't the pleasant sort of breeze and it didn't help that I was looking down at quite a drop. Shit, I hated heights.

"Easy" Dean whispered to me, his arm wrapping around my shoulders where he pulled me away from the edge. He knew how heights scared the shit out of me, hence the reason I was usually working on the ground if Dean or John needed to go on roofs of high buildings. I would probably blow chunks down on whatever creature there was below us, and therefore end up blowing our cover.

"So this is where Constance took a swan dive?" Dean asked aloud and I looked up to him where we smirked at each other, and I shook my head afterwards at his joke considering this was a serious case. They always were but that didn't stop him from making jokes to keep the mood light.

"So, do you think dad would have been here?" Sam asked and Dean and I pulled away from each other to look at Sam and I shrugged.

"Well it's quite likely. If he was chasing this story and we're all chasing him. At some point the case would've brought him here to check it out" I shrugged in response and Dean nodded along with me, obviously agreeing with what I had said.

"Okay, good to know. What now?" Sam asked and I looked at Dean, he always had the plan. Well after we had sorted out the lore of course.

"Well now we keep digging, until we find him" Dean replied and I frowned in response

"They may take a while though" I pointed out, sighing at the end of my statement and Dean frowned as I was aware that Sam had stopped walking behind us.

"Guys I told you I have be back by Monday" Sam said and we turned around to look at him, making me sigh and Dean to frown.

"Right the interview, got it. You're serious about this then?" he asked and Sam shrugged in a 'do you really need to ask?' kind of way. Dean sighed and knew he was disappointed, I told him not to get his hopes up.

"So what Sam? Are you gonna become some big shot lawyer? Marry your girlfriend?" I asked and Sam shrugged.

"Possibly, why not?" was his response and I sighed. What was so special about a normal life? Normal lives were boring, they didn't have the excitement and adventure that being a Hunter did. Though of course with this life there was always the risk of getting killed but that was a price we had to pay.

"Does Jessica know about you? About the things you've done?" Dean asked and I snorted in response. I didn't even need Sam to reply.

"Of course not Dean. Didn't you see how surprised she was when we were there? I bet you hardly talk about your family, right Sammy?" I asked and he glared at me. I nodded in response and held my hands up in surrender.

"My point exactly"

"Well it's nothing to do with you Ali, or you Dean and she won't ever know" he replied firmly and Dean shook his head.

"Yeah because that's a healthy relationship right there" he said sarcastically and my lips twitched into a smile.

"You have to face it at some point Sammy. You need to give in to who you really are sometime" I replied with a shrug. Sam stared at me questioningly.

"And who would that be?" he asked me, lifting his eyebrows. I knew that look that was his challenging look that he did when he was pushing you to tell him something that he either already knew, or knew that it would piss him off.

"You're one of us dude" Dean replied simply and Sam rushed over to his brother, standing right in front of him. I sighed, realising how hard life had been with both brothers here. Sam was always so rebellious and Dean had to try and work his ass off enough for two people most time, though Sam was still a good Hunter, he just chose not to bother.

"No, I'm nothing like you. This won't be my life" Sam stated and I rolled my eyes at them before backing away slightly, my gut twisting uncomfortably as my gaze roamed the area, leaving the guys to it, though I kept an ear trained on them, curious as to how this conversation would carry on.

"Look Sam, you have a duty-" Dean began but Sam quickly interrupted him. He obviously didn't want to hear this.

"To what Dean? To dad and his crusade? Jesus, if it wasn't for pictures I wouldn't even know what mom looked like" he has a point there, at least I could vaguely remember bits and pieces of how my parents and sister looked and smelled like.

"Besides it wouldn't make a difference. Mom is dead Dean, and she isn't coming back" shit, that wasn't good, and I knew that a moment later when I heard some sort of scuffle behind me. I turned on my heel and saw that Dean had gripped Sam by the collars of his shirt and was holding him against the railings of the bridge. I had a split second to worry about whether the railings were sturdy enough as a breeze blew around me again.

"Don't talk about mom like that" Dean said as I turned and saw a woman standing on the edge, looking ready to jump.

"Guys" I stated and heard Sam swear behind me before we started moving slowly over to her, just as she gave herself to the wind, flying to the waters below.

"Fudge" I said, digging my heels into the ground, but by the time I'd approached there was no sign of her. She'd simply vanished. The guys slowed to a stop next to me and I shook my head at them, telling them that there was no sign of her.

I frowned as I heard a car start up before the three of us looked over at the Impala, seeing that the headlights were on.

"Who's driving your car?" Sam asked, sounding as confused as I felt as Dean dug his hand into the front pocket of his jeans and dangled the keys, which Sam glanced at momentarily. Oh hell no! The car revved and the tyres squealed as it started driving forwards.

"Shit, go, go!" Dean exclaimed and we all turned, running for the end of the bridge with the car gaining on our heels.

"Crap" I huffed, digging my heels in further but the headlights were making our shadows on the ground smaller. It was gaining on us and unless we wanted to be road kill well the only thing would be to jump. I noticed Sam and Dean heading in the direction of the bridge and I followed, jumping over and catching myself on the underside of the bridge, gripping it and gritting my teeth as gravity pulled my body down, while I held my body weight upwards. The muscles in my arms strained momentarily and suddenly the bridge fell quiet. I glanced to my left to see Sam hanging there and he looked at me, both of us nodding telling the other to climb up.

I hooked my leg over the railing and hoisted myself up, Sam doing the same so that we could sit on the ledge of the bridge, leaning against the posts and catching our breaths. The car was parked a few yards away from us, looking the same as it had a few minutes ago. With a frown I started looking around for Dean before glancing down at the murky waters. Shit no!

"Dean! DEAN!" I screamed down into the waters. My heart sped up in my chest and my palms became sweaty, making my hands slick and it harder for me to keep my grip on the railings below me. Sam placed his hand on my shin.

"Dean" we yelled at the same time, once more. Oh please god, don't let something as stupid as jumping off a bridge kill him. Please!

"What?" came Dean's pissed off voice as he dragged himself out of the murky water, the filth covering him, making him blend in easy with the mud. I let out a sigh of relief. Thank fuck for that! I couldn't lose him. He was all I had left, because I knew Sam wouldn't stay if something happened to Dean, he had his life back in California, going to law school and with his girlfriend. He wouldn't give that up. Hell I probably wouldn't either.

"Hey you okay?" Sam called down and Dean flopped down on his back before holding up his thumb and forefinger in the 'ok' sign.

"Super" he groaned and Sam laughed, sounding relieved, but I was annoyed that he had made me panic for those few, small seconds.

"You assbutt, don't scare me like that" I yelled down to my brother as he heaved himself up onto his feet. I could imagine him either chuckling to himself and teasing me about my fondness of him later, or him grabbing me into a hug. I was going for the former, Dean wasn't the touchy feely kind of guy, but it made him who he was. Sam squeezed my shin and we slid off the side onto the bridge where I pressed my hands against my thighs as my head spun. I fucking hated heights!

It didn't take long for Dean to find his way back up to the top of bridge and when he did he looked pissed off. Then again if some ghost had jacked my car then drove it intending to kill me, meaning I had to jump of the bridge and be covered in muck, well I would be pissed off too. He had instantly headed for the car and lifted the hood up to check the engine and whatnot.

"She okay?" I asked him, knowing how much he loved the Impala and Dean sighed before slamming the hood.

"Whatever happened, she seems fine now. Ugh that Constance chick. What a bitch!" he replied, yelling the word bitch so that it echoed, probably in the hopes of pissing the ghost off. Dean wasn't too smart in that way.

"Well she didn't want us digging around that's for sure" I stated as Sam and Dean sat down next to each other on the hood, but I stood opposite Sam away from the stench that Dean was at the moment.

"So what's the plan genius?" Sam asked and Dean huffed before throwing his hands in the air in frustration before bringing them down to his lap where he stared at them in disgust and flicked off a bit of the muck. I was glad at that moment that I'd chosen to stand in front of Sam, but I'd had a feeling Dean would do something like that. It was only a normal reaction when covered in gunk, trying to flick the shit off. I gagged at the smell which made Sam sniff before he shivered a little and looked at Dean.

"Dude you smell like a toilet" he stated and I coughed a laugh which made Sam grin at me and Dean to glare at the two of us. I shrugged in response.

"Sorry Dean, but Sam has a point. You smell so awful that I want to puke" I shrugged easily and my brother groaned before we climbed into the car and I gagged. The smell was bad sitting in the backseat so I felt bad for Sam sitting in the front.

"Dude roll the bloody windows down. You're suffocating me here" I gagged and Dean huffed before rolling the windows down and Sam and I popped our heads out of the windows and sucked in some fresh air before I started laughing at the fact that we had thought of doing the same thing.

"Drive on then" I rolled my eyes at the back of Dean's head and waved my hand telling him to hurry up.

"When did you get so demanding?" he sighed and shook his head at me and I smirked.

"You should know that people with vaginas are demanding my dear brother. You've fucked enough of them" I shrugged and both Sam and Dean snorted a laugh, Sam mostly out of surprise. Well I wasn't the same innocent kid that I was two years ago when he last saw me.

"You've grown some balls Ali" he stated and I shrugged.

"Well someone had to step into your awfully big shoes" I stated and Sam went quiet. Dean glared at me through the mirror but I shrugged and turned my face into the fresh breeze coming through the window as Dean drove us to the nearest motel, where we soon pulled in and the guys climbed out while I gathered our bags, knowing we would get a room because there was no sign up announcing that there were no more rooms left.

I leaned against the side of the Impala, something I always did since Dean always asked for a twin room and it was weird having to tell the workers that we didn't want a single, queen sized bed because weren't a couple that we were practically siblings. I didn't want them getting the wrong idea; it just saved a lot of pointless questions. The only problem was that it would cost too much to get two rooms, and we needed more than a double room with there being three of us, then again I didn't sleep much at night anyway so I suppose that wasn't too much of a problem. I'd just bunk with Dean. He wouldn't mind. I saw the boys conversing with the guy in reception before they left and Dean motioned me over with a hand, which made Sam frown at us in confusion. I shook my head at him.

"Don't ask, it's a bad habit now" I replied, looking back at Dean's face which looked strange.

"'sup?" I asked him as we walked side-by-side.

"Dad was here" Sam answered my question when it became clear Dean was a little too shocked to answer.

"Really?" I asked and Sam nodded, which made me smile. Maybe this meant we were that much closer to finding him?

"That's great" I replied and Sam smiled at me as Dean stopped at a door where Sam bent down to pick the lock using the kit he always used to carry with him. Apparently he hadn't gotten rid of it, it must've come in handy for picking locks to the staff doors in Stanford, not that Sam would do that, he was the angel compared to Dean and myself. Dean and I stood look out as Sam straightened up and swung the door inwards before stepping inside and flicking the light on. I followed him through before turning and seeing that Dean was still stood outside just as Sam grabbed his brother's shoulder and pulled him in, so I swung the door shut behind him and turned to face the motel room that John had been renting out since he arrived here.

Every surface, the walls, tables, even parts of the bed were covered in newspaper articles, photos and notes tacked up, with pieces of paper and books scattered around elsewhere. I walked over to the wall and looked at the pictures, knowing straight away that these men had been Constance's victims. I turned around to see Dean walk over to the bed where half of a hamburger sat and he picked it up before sniffing it and making a face before returning it to where it had once been, trust him to head straight for the food, as Sam crouched next to the bed and dipped his finger into something before sighing as Dean started talking.

"Well judging by things, it looks like he hasn't been back here in a few days" he stated and I nodded in agreement. The hamburger was off for one so it must have been a few days and Sam sighed before looking up at us and I moved, seeing that there was a circle of salt on the floor.

"salt… cats eye shells" Sam listed and I frowned before realisation dawned and I nodded at the younger brother.

"He was worried" I stated and Sam nodded in agreement.

"Looks like he was trying to keep something out" I frowned at his response, the only thing that a salt circle worked against that I knew of was mostly ghosts, among other things. I turned back to the wall.

"What's that?" Sam asked and I frowned.

"The victims" I stated, my eyes scanning over the pictures and the names of the men who had died over the years as I felt Dean's presence on my right.

"Different men, all different ages and ethnicities" he frowned and I shrugged in response.

"They must all be linked in some way" I stated and he nodded. There had to be some sort of link if John believed they were all part of the case. I heard Sam walk over to us, by the sound of his weight moving over the floor and he stood on my left, looking at the wall just like Dean and I were.

Light flickered into the room and I turned to see that Sam had just turned on another lamp before my eyes landed on the Constance Welch article and I frowned before Sam smiled slightly.

"Dad figured it out" he stated and I blinked before looking up at him, since I only made it to just above here his nipples would be. He was a lanky guy though.

"What?" Dean asked and Sam pointed to the article where it said that she had committed suicide.

"Dad figured it out. Constance was a woman in white" he stated and I nodded in response as Dean snorted.

"Sly dogs" he replied and I saw him smirking at the photos. I made a noise in the back of my throat.

"Men" I huffed, throwing my hands in the air, "-you can't keep it in your pants" I sighed, but glared in particular at Dean which made him glare back as Sam laughed from behind me and I smirked at my brother.

"Well this time you can be the bait" I grinned and he glared at me as Sam snorted a laugh from behind us.

"Why's that? I don't have a girlfriend, Sam does" Dean replied and I glared at him.

"Yeah well Sam didn't make me parade around as a prostitute last year did he?" I asked and Sam stared at Dean.

"You did what?" he asked and Dean shrugged.

"Well I'm too manly to be a prostitute"

"There are male prostitutes too you airhead" I huffed. I still wasn't over that and Sam sighed before shaking his head at the two of us.

"Dude really?"

"What? She was eighteen last year. She's an adult" Dean defended himself and I rolled my eyes at him.

"I'm still planning ways to get you back for that" I replied, before turning to look back at the case that John had plastered over the walls as I saw Dean smirk at me, we both knew I couldn't pull pranks as well as he and Sam could, but their pranks were hilarious since they played them on each other. I had never gotten involved because that would mean I would have to prank them back, and I sucked at that sort of stuff.

"Okay so, John would've found Constance's body and burned it if it is a woman in white we are dealing with" I stated and the boys nodded until Sam looked at me and shrugged.

"Unless she had another weakness" he stated and I bit my lip as I thought that over. Sam had a point there; ghosts could attach themselves to anything that had sentimental value. It didn't just have to be their corpse.

"Well dad would've wanted to check and make sure" Dean nodded to himself and I smiled in agreement.

"So…" I began.

"…well if I was dad I'd go talk to the husband" Sam stated and I grinned at him.

"Exactly what I was thinking you lanky shit" I replied and Sam glared at me, but I playfully reached up and petted his head fondly before backing off, worried that he would do something as payback. He just smiled and shook his head at me instead as Dean laughed slightly.

"If he's still alive that is" Sam sighed and I looked at the article which stated he had been twenty-five, so he should be around sixty-four now. If my calculations were correct.

"Well unless he had some sort of accident then he should be, he's only sixty-four" I shrugged and Sam nodded before Dean took a deep breath.

"Okay, you two see if you can find an address while I go clean this shit off me" Dean said and I nodded before heading over to my duffle and pulling out my beautiful laptop. Okay so I was attached, but it was the only thing I would not leave behind if I had to run. I booted it up as Sam shifted his weight uneasily.

"Hey Dean?" he called and Dean paused on his way to the bathroom before looking back at Sam who sighed.

"Look about what I said about mom and dad? I'm sorry" he replied and Dean snorted, holding his hands up.

"Dude no chick flick moments" he said and I smiled at the two of them as Sam huffed a laugh.

"Alright then. Jerk" he said and Dean grinned.

"Bitch" he replied before disappearing into the bathroom as I perched myself on the chair and placed my feet onto the table, settling my laptop on my lap as Sam walked over to me, frowning before removing something from the mirror beside me. I glanced up as the internet booted up and saw a rosary hanging from the mirror which I took down and held in my hands, knowing instantly that this was John's. I had a similar one in my duffle that had belonged to my father. Sam smiled sadly down at something he held in his hands before setting it on the table next to me. John was sitting on the hood of the Impala with a blonde haired boy sitting next to him, wearing a baseball cap. I smiled at the image of a young Dean, while the younger Sam sat on John's lap. They looked happy, something I hadn't seen for a while.

"We all miss you, you know" I stated feeling the need to say it even if Sam didn't want to hear it. He sighed and took up the other free chair, sitting next to me since I still had my feet kicked up on the desk, but the rosary now lay on my lap and keyboard. Sam shrugged at me but didn't say anything.

"I just needed to tell you" I sighed, looking away from him as his hand found mine and he wrapped his fingers around my own. I gripped his fingers back tightly.

"I miss you too" he sighed and I leaned my head against the back of the chair.

"So why don't you keep in contact more? Sammy I know you John never saw eye-to-eye, but Dean is your brother. And while he is good at showing it I know him well enough that he doesn't like how far apart the two of you have grown. But don't tell him I told you, there are things that he doesn't want either of us to know, and that's one thing" I replied and Sam smiled sadly at me before looking away.

"It's just hard you know? I mean we all have our lives, which are completely different and I don't want this life" he stated and I smiled at him before nodding.

"I know Sammy, I know. And we both want you to be happy, but it wouldn't kill you to spontaneously call us up once in a while for a chat when you're not busy" I shrugged and Sam smiled slightly before shaking his head.

"Yes Ali, sorry Ali" he replied and I grinned before squeezing his fingers.

"That's a good boy" I sent him a wink and he glared at me.

"Are you calling me a dog?" he asked and I shrugged.

"Well you do look a little like a shaggy dog with that hairdo" I shrugged and he snorted a laugh. I laughed with him for a moment, "-it suits you though, don't worry" he grinned at me and grabbed my laptop off me, making me whimper.

"Don't hurt my baby, or I'll hurt your balls" I stated and he winced before nodding.

"Got it" I laughed at him.

I had my iPod in, blasting some music that I wasn't really listening to as I sat on John's bed, watching Sam pace back and forth while holding his phone to his ear as he listened to some recording before he sat down on the edge of the bed. I frowned at him and removed one of my buds just as Dean walked out of the bathroom. He looked much better since he was now clean and didn't smell like a sewer.

"Dude I'm starving so I'm gonna get some food. You want anything?" he asked Sam, who just shook his head.

"Naah I'm fine"

"You sure, Aframian's buying" Dean replied, referring to the names we had purchased the cards under and Sam shook his head again, continuing to listen to the recording on his phone. I had a feeling it was from his girlfriend.

"Ali?" Dean asked me and I shrugged.

"Anything edible dude" I replied and he grinned but nodded as he pulled his jacket on and left walked out of the room to get food, which was good because I was starving as well.

Sam listened to the message for a few more minutes before taking the phone away from his ear and pressing a button.

"What?" he said into the phone, and I knew it was Dean on the other end. Something must be up.

"What about you?" Sam asked, standing up as he did so before nodding and ending the call, placing the phone in his pocket before walking over to the window. I followed him and saw the cops from the bridge there.

"Shit" I sighed and Sam sent me a grimace in the form of a smile before he nodded.

"Come on, Dean wants us to carry on and find dad" he sighed and I nodded before I stuffed my laptop into my duffle and zipped it shut, grabbing Dean's as I did so and Sam frowned at me, so I sighed.

"Force of habit, besides the crap on my laptop will make it easy for them to find out who we are, as well as think we are complete psychopaths with the history I have on there" I sighed, shaking my head and Sam nodded, leading us over to the back exit, which was basically the window. He climbed out first and I passed the bags down to him, which he caught swiftly.

"Come on Ali" he whispered shouted and I nodded, boosting myself up and sliding my legs through just like he had, before I dropped down and his arms instantly encompassed me before setting me on my feet. I smiled up at him.

"Thanks" he nodded in response and we waited for two minutes before walking around to the front of the motel, seeing Dean in the back of a cop car which drove off as two officers emerged from the room we had just been occupying moments ago. Sam and I looked at each other and I knew he was thinking the same as me, that it was a close call.

When the officers disappeared, we hurried over to the Impala and dumped the stuff in the back before Sam climbed into the driver's seat and I climbed into the passenger seat. Sam shifted the car into drive and we sped out of the car park, probably towards the address we had found about an hour ago of where Joseph Welch now lived.

We pulled up outside the house, which, to put it politely, looked like a shithole. It was a shack and the windows were covered in grime. They needed a good clean. I sighed and Sam and I exchanged a glance before we nodded and climbed out, walking up to the chain link fence that surrounded the door. Sam reached forwards and knocked on the door, as I looked through the grimy window housed in the door and saw movement.

The door swung inwards to reveal a man, about the same height as me. He looked a little scruffy with a slightly bulging gut. I shifted my weight to my right leg.

"Hi, are you Joseph Welch?" Sam asked and the man frowned.

"Yeah?" he replied and Sam and I smiled slightly at each other.

"We need to ask you a few questions if that's okay?" I asked him, sounding as polite as I possibly could. The guy sighed before nodding and motioning us to follow him around the side of the house, which I was thankful for because I had a feeling the inside of the house would be a shithole as well.

"Have you seen this man?" Sam asked, handing Joseph Welch the picture that he had found in John's motel room. Joseph took the photo off Sam and studied it before nodding.

"Yeah, well he was a little older but that's him" he replied, handing the photo back to Sam and I felt hope bubble up in my chest.

"He came by about three or four days ago, said he was a reporter" Joseph stated and I nodded.

"Yeah that's right, we're working on a story" I stated and Joseph frowned.

"What all three of you?" he asked, seemingly suspicious.

"Yeah, well I'm a junior writer, just tagging along to see how things work and how to write articles, do interviews and whatnot" I stated and Sam looked at me, obviously impressed at how quickly I'd thought that up.

"Well I don't know what kinda story you're writing, the kind of questions he asked me?" Joseph said, and I could sense he was a little pissed.

"About your wife, Constance?" Sam asked, wanting to make it clear, and Joseph nodded.

"He asked me where she was buried"

"And where was that again?"

"Do I have to go over this again?" Joseph asked, sounding a little weary.

"I'm sorry Mr Welch, it's so we can check the facts we have are correct. As long as you don't mind?" I asked and Joseph sighed but nodded.

"She's buried in a plot, at the back of my old place at Breckenridge" he stated and we both nodded.

"So why did you move?" I asked carefully and Joseph sighed.

"You really think I wanted to stay in the place where my children died?" he said and I sent him a small smile before nodding apologetically as Sam stopped walking, making both myself and Joseph stop too.

"Mr Welch, did you ever marry again?" Sam asked and Joseph shook his head.

"No way. Constance… she was the love of my life. The prettiest woman I'd ever seen" he stated and I frowned, tilting my head to the side.

"So you had a happy marriage?" Sam asked and I frowned as Joseph hesitated before nodding.

"Of course" Liar.

"Well thank you for your time. That should be all we need" Sam replied and I smiled politely at Joseph as Sam and I turned to walk back towards where we had parked the Impala before Sam froze and turned to face Joseph again.

"Mr Welch, have you ever heard of a woman in white?" Sam asked and I frowned at him, nudging his side in a way that Joseph hopefully wouldn't notice. Sam shook his head at me, just a twitch of his head, telling me to stay quiet because he had a reason for asking this.

"A what?" came the reply and I sighed. Why was Sam asking this? Like Joseph would really know, most normal people weren't knowledgeable on supernatural crap like we were.

"A woman in white, or sometimes called weeping woman?" Sam asked again and Joseph just stared at us blankly. I knew he wouldn't have an idea as to what it was. Sam sighed before continuing.

"It's a ghost story, well more of a phenomenon really" he stated and I lifted my eyebrows at him, since he seemed to be stalling though I knew he wasn't, but Sam wasn't giving up, instead he slowly started walking back to Joseph so I followed behind him.

"They are the spirits of a female. They've been sighted for dozens of years, in different places like Mexico, Hawaii, lately Arizona and Indiana" I stated, backing Sam up on what he was saying as Sam stood in front of Joseph, while I stood to the side of them.

"I don't care much for nonsense" Joseph stated, before walking around Sam but we quickly hurried after him. He wasn't getting away from us, but I think I knew now as to why Sam was telling Joseph.

"Well these women, when they were alive that is, there husbands were unfaithful to them" I pointed out, recalling the momentary hesitation there was when Joseph lied about having a happy marriage. That didn't happen unless you were lying and one was having an affair. Looking at the facts of the case, I was guessing that it wasn't Constance who was unfaithful. I noticed that Joseph had stopped, with his back still to us.

"Right" Sam nodded, sending me an appreciative smile. Hey I took over his job when he left after all.

"Well these women, suffering from temporary insanity over what their husbands had done, murdered their children" Sam stated and I winced at how blunt he sounded. This was sure to scare off the man in front of us, who whirled around to face Sam and myself. I decided to cut in.

"Well after the women realised what they'd done, they killed themselves out of grief and guilt. And afterwards their spirits wandered back roads and waterways because they were cursed. They searched for unfaithful men and killed them" I stated, though tried to make my tone as nice as possible, I didn't want to sound too blunt like Sam had. I was aware that he wanted this case to be over with so that he could go though.

"You think… you think this has something to do with Constance? You smartasses!" he replied, face red while his body shook slightly, but I wasn't sure whether it was from anger or guilt. Probably a mixture of the two though. Sam and I sighed before I shrugged.

"You tell us Sir" was my reply and Joseph became visibly angry.

"Look maybe I… maybe I made some mistakes. But Constance would never… never kill her own children. You hear me? Now get the hell off my property" he said, before turning on his heel and walking back into his house. Sam and I sighed, before looking at each other and making our way back to car, where we climbed in and Sam drove off.

"I knew he was lying about the happy marriage thing" I sighed and Sam nodded.

"So we do have a woman in white then" he stated and I nodded before Sam handed me his phone. I took it off him, eyebrows raised questioningly and he grinned at me.

"We need to make a phone call to give Dean some time to get out of there" he stated and I grinned in response.

"Well I'm your girl" I replied before typing the emergency number into Sam's phone and listening to the operator where I asked for the police. A click announced I was put through.

"How can I help?" the male voice at the other end asked politely and I breathed heavily.

"There's… there are shots coming from down the street" I whispered down the phone, making sure to make my voice sound like I was scared.

"Okay stay calm sweetheart. Where are you?" he asked and I glanced at Sam, who had stopped the car as I asked for the police and he showed me a street on the map we had.

"White… Whiteford road" I whispered, making my voice break in the middle with fright.

"I was walking home, and I was running a little late and I swore I heard bangs. Like a gun being shot and…" I trailed off, sniffling like I was crying. I heard the guy saying something on the other end before his voice came back on.

"It's okay stay calm" he replied and I sniffled again.

"Please hurry. I don't know if anyone is hurt because I was too scared to go and check it out" I pretend hiccupped through a 'sob' and Sam grinned at me. I grabbed the map and rustled it against the speaker.

"Hello?" the man on the other end asked.

"Hello?" I asked, rustling the paper and making it sound as though I couldn't hear the guy on the other end.

"Hello? Oh shit" I said, rustling the paper even more before ending the call and handing Sam his phone back. He gave me a high five.

"Dude I've seen people in drama school do worse acting than that" he stated and I laughed slightly.

"Well with this job, you have to be a good actor" I grinned back and he laughed, before starting the car again.

"Seriously though Ali, you should consider becoming an actress or something" he said and I grinned before shrugging my shoulders.

"Naah not my style, unless I get to star in action movies. Like Lara Croft" I said and Sam snorted a laugh before shaking his head.

"My brother's rubbing off on you" he stated with a sigh and I shrugged my shoulders.

"Is that so bad? You have a badass brother"

"And how cocky would he get if you called him that?" I shrugged at Sam's question.

"Pretty cocky so don't tell him I said so. You're pretty badass yourself though Sam if it makes you feel better?" I said and he snorted but the smile spread onto his lips.

We continued driving for a while longer until Sam's phone started ringing. He nodded for me to answer it, so I did, putting it on speaker as well just in case.

"Yo" I said causing Sam to laugh beside me and a guy to laugh on the other end. I instantly recognised his laugh and sighed in relief when I knew it was Dean.

"Fake 911 call, that's pretty naughty Sammy" Dean said from the other end and Sam and I laughed.

"Dude I would love to take the credit, but Ali did a brilliant job. She was convincing as hell" Sam said and I laughed at him singing my praise.

"So we gotta talk" Dean stated and Sam and I snorted.

"Yeah tell us about it, apparently the husband was unfaithful so we are dealing with a woman in white" Sam said.

"She's buried behind her old house, so that would've been John's next stop" I stated.

"Would you two shut up for a second?" Dean said but Sam and I didn't pay him much attention.

"What I don't get is why dad hasn't burnt her bones yet" Sam frowned and I heard Dean sigh on the other end.

"That's what I'm trying to tell you" he stated and I frowned at the phone which I was still holding in my hand.

"He's gone. Dad left Jericho" Dean stated and I frowned.

"What? Why? How do you know?" I asked and Dean sighed.

"I have his journal" he stated and Sam and I frowned at each other.

"But he never goes anywhere without that thing" Sam stated.

"Yeah well he apparently did this time" Dean sighed and I frowned.

"Okay, so what does it say?" I questioned and could practically imagine Dean frowning.

"Same old ex-Marine crap he uses when he wants to tell us where he's going to" Dean said and I frowned at Sam.

"So what? Coordinates? Where to?" I asked and Dean sighed on the other end.

"I have no idea yet" Dean replied and I nodded.

"Okay where are you, I'll come get you?" I questioned as Sam looked confused while I listened to Dean's whereabouts before nodding.

"Okay Sam drop me here, I can walk from here" I said and Sam nodded before slamming on the breaks.

"Adios, I'll see you in a few" I stated, handing Sam back his phone and climbing out of the Impala before slamming the door shut behind me and heading in a different direction to take a shortcut into town, where Dean was waiting in a phone box. Apparently he hadn't had time to steal his phone back, he only had time to steal his dad's journal, which was probably the most important item to us at the moment.

Well whatever had happened, it must be important for John to run out on a job. He was a Winchester and just like Dean he was stubborn into finishing what he started even if it meant taking a different route. Unless something happened that meant he had to leave, and knew that Dean and I would come looking for him, so he knew the case would get solved? Hmm, that was very likely actually.

It was then that my phone rang just as someone bumped into me and gripped me tightly, helping me to keep my balance. I looked up and saw that it was Dean, but he looked trouble. I frowned at him.

"What?" he just shuck his head and pushed me forwards before running. I took off after him and realised we were going in the direction of Breckenridge, probably to help Sam dig up the body.

"It's Sam, after you left something happened. He didn't answer me on the phone then my time ran out on the pay phone" Dean called over his shoulder. Shit! I dug my heels into the ground, propelling myself forwards quicker. Please let Sammy be okay! What is it with the boys and scaring me during this case? Ugh, I wouldn't let anything happen to him if I could stop it. Dean staggered behind me a little but I knew he would be able to keep up.

We turned the corner and the dilapidated house rose up, windows boarded up, shutters broken and wooden boarding looking infested and eaten. I spotted the Impala parked in front of the house easily; it wasn't hard to miss that car since she was a beauty. I hurried over and Dean threw me a shotgun that I hadn't realised he'd been carrying. I caught it easily and skidded to a stop next to the driver's window before pumping the gun, lifting it up and squeezing the trigger sending an iron bullet through the window and straight into the face of Constance. I pumped the gun again as Dean fired a shot from my right, which I followed through with another shot.

Just as she disappeared, Sam sat up and twisted the keys, starting the car up again.

"I'm taking you home" I heard him say before the car shot forward, going straight through the side of the house, leaving Dean and myself staring after it before we looked at each other and started for the house at the same time.

The dust swirled around us and I coughed before fanning my hand in front of my face to disperse any lingering dust as I followed after Dean to the passenger side of the car to look through and check on Sam, since the driver's side was boxed in by furniture.

"Sam" I called at the same time that Dean called him.

"Yeah" came Sam's voice and I breathed out a sigh of relief that he was alive.

"You okay?" I asked him and heard him cough.

"I think" I nodded at his response.

"Can you move Sammy?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. Help me?" Sam replied and Dean leaned through the car, outstretching his hand as I turned around and saw Constance, dressed in her white nightgown, bend down and pick up a photo frame which had been lying on the floor. I frowned at the ghost woman as Dean helped Sam slide out of the car.

"There you go" Dean stated as Sam stood next to me, the both of them turning to face Constance just as I was. The woman looked angry, and she threw down the photo frame in her anger before motioning to a piece of furniture which flew towards us, pinning the three of us against the car. I grunted and the boys groaned as we tried our best to push it away from us, but it didn't work. The pressure was making my legs tingle as the blood was slowly cut off.

It was then that the lights in the house started flickering on and off, something which I was used to happening when it the presence of ghosts. Constance looked up and moved over to the bottom of the stairs.

"You've come home to us mommy" two voices, a girl and a boy, spoke at once and I looked at Dean, knowing instantly that these were Constance's children. The children flashed down the stairs and to Constance where they hugged her and she screamed in pain, her body flashing before they all turned black and were sucked downwards through the floor. With a groan the three of us pushed against the bureau, where it fell away to the floor with a crash.

We walked over to the spot where Constance and her children had disappeared, all of us looking down at it but it was Dean who stated the obvious.

"So this was where she drowned her kids" he stated and Sam nodded.

"That's why she couldn't go home. She was too scared to face them" he stated and I frowned as Dean grinned at his brother.

"Nice work Sammy. You found her weak spot" he stated, hitting Sam on the chest which made Sam wince then laugh in pain. I frowned and studied his chest to see five holes around where his heart would be.

"You okay?" I asked and he smiled before nodding.

"Fine, quit worrying" he stated, with a roll of his eyes as Dean wondered off to check the car. I shrugged at Sam and he grinned at me encouragingly, before throwing an arm around my shoulders and hugging me to his side. I wrapped an arm around his waist and hugged him back, feeling his muscle underneath my fingertips as Dean crouched by the side of the car, observing her exterior.

"I swear, if you've screwed up my car" he stated, pausing to look at Sam over his shoulder and smirking.

"Then I'll kill you" he finished and Sam and I laughed at Dean, though I didn't think he would hesitate in clapping Sam over the head if anything had happened to the car.

We all walked over to the car, Dean climbing over the passenger seat in order to sit in the driver's side as Sam slid into the seat next to him while I hopped into the back, where when my door slammed shut Dean backed out of the house and made his way onto the road as Sam extracted John's journal. I leaned over the back of his seat so that I could look over his left shoulder as he took out a map that we kept in the glove compartment of the car. I took out a flashlight from my duffle and clicked it on, angling it so that Sam could see what he was doing. He sent me a grateful smile before positioning the map and I glanced at the coordinates in John's journal seeing he had written DEAN 35-111 in a circle on a blank page. I frowned as Sam used a ruler that he'd found somewhere to join the points up as Dean fiddled with the tapes, slotting in AC/DC's Highway To Hell, which was my favourite songs of theirs.

"Okay so here is where dad went" Sam stated, pointing to somewhere on the map, but it was positioned more so that he could see it.

"Okay where?" Dean and I asked at the same time.

"Blackwater Ridge in Colorado" Sam stated and I nodded.

"Sounds nice, how far is that?" Dean asked and Sam titled his head, calculating.

"About six hundred miles" Sam responded and I glanced at Dean, knowing what he was thinking and I sighed, making Sam start since I had sighed down his ear. I smiled apologetically before clicking off the flashlight and sitting back in my chair.

"If we shag ass could we make it by morning?" Dean asked as I was zipping my duffle closed and I rolled at his words. He had a weird way of phrasing things, but I knew that if we went straight away would we make it by morning. I saw Sam's shoulders tense.

"Dean…I… um" he said and I heard Dean sigh.

"You're not going" I stated as Dean looked at the road for a few moments before back at Sam, who looked at me through the rear-view and shook his head, before looking back at his brother.

"I can't, the interview's in like ten hours" he stated and I smiled a tiny smile before nodding.

"Yeah we know" I sighed, feeling disappointed and it was then that I realised I had hoped, just like Dean had, that Sam might have actually gotten a feel for Hunting again, and that he might actually want to stay with us. Hoping was a stupid thing though! It was because of hope that people became disappointed. Fucking pathetic emotion!

"Yeah, yeah. I'll take you home" was Dean's reply as we settled into silence, me singing the words under my breath so as not to irritate Sam, since he was easily irritated when it came to Dean and I singing along to his music.

Soon enough we pulled onto the kerb outside Sam's place and we stayed sitting for a while. I grabbed Sam's duffle and handed it to him as he climbed out, but leant back down through the open passenger door.

"Call me if you find him?" he asked and both Dean and I nodded.

"Sure" we said.

"And maybe I can meet up with you later on?" Sam asked. I could tell he felt bad about leaving us to look for his dad, but he also didn't want to miss the interview and screw up his future. He wanted to go to law school and carry on with his life. With Jess. I knew this because… well I just knew it in my heart and gut.

"Yeah maybe, if you want" I replied, shrugging and Sam nodded, since I was leaning on the back of the chair.

Sam pulled back, patting the passenger door and I climbed out of the back. If he was going then I was claiming my space riding shotgun again, since I missed being up front. It was weird riding in the back with Sam in front, since it was usually John and Dean in front. Sam smiled at me as Dean leaned over.

"Sam" his brother looked down at him again.

"You know, we made a helluva team back there" Dean said and I grinned at the boys, especially because Dean had a point. I'd forgotten how well they worked together.

"Yeah" Sam grinned in response before pulling back and turning to me. I didn't give him a chance before I hurtled myself against his body, where he quickly response by wrapping his arms around me as I buried my face in his hoodie, breathing in his scent that I had missed so much over the last few years. I pulled back and looked up at him, making him frown and me to blink the tears away. He smiled kindly and cradled my face before kissing my head gently and wiping my tears away.

"This isn't goodbye Ali, I'll see you again soon and I promise I'll keep in touch more often" he said and I bit my lip, swallowing around the lump in my throat.

"Promise?" I asked and he smiled at me before nodding.

"Promise" he said and I nodded before throwing my arms around his neck, making him wrap his arms around my waist to pick me up so that he didn't have to bend to hug me.

"Lanky shit" I joked, laughing around my tears. He chuckled in my ear and I kissed his cheek before he set me down on my feet.

"See you soon Sammy" I said and he smiled before nodding.

"See you soon Ali" he replied and I slid into the passenger seat, Sam slamming the door shut after me as I scrubbed my face with my sleeves. Sam smiled at me kindly as Dean tapped my knee soothingly. We waved goodbye and Sam waved back before dean drove off.

"You okay?" he asked and I turned my head in his direction, since I was leaning my head against the backrest. I sighed and nodded slowly.

"Yeah I'll be fine" I stated and Dean smiled before taking one of his hands off the wheel and grabbing my left hand in his. I gripped his hand back, squeezing his fingers in between mine as he lifted our hands and pecked the back of my hand soothingly, something he always did to calm me and it always worked.

"Yeah you will be. How can you not be okay with a hot guy like myself to keep you company" he grinned and I gagged.

"Dude you're practically my brother" I stated and he shrugged.

"So, incest is real" he replied, wiggling his eyebrows at me and I laughed before shuddering.

"Yeah the idea turns my stomach, and not in a good way" I said, laughing slightly and Dean pouted playfully before turning back to the road and letting go of my hand.

I retracted my hand, placing in back in my lap as I turned my head in the direction of the window, pressing my forehead against the cool glass to cool my face down. I scrunched my hands into fists, feeling them shaking again, so I squeezed them between my thighs to keep them hidden from Dean, not wanting to him to worry over me. But I grew dizzy, feeling lightheaded and weightless, even finding it hard to feel the leather seat beneath my butt and jean clad thighs. I started to sweat, my brow being covered in perspiration as the dizziness continued, my head spinning so that it made me feel sick, which didn't help that I was in a moving vehicle. My stomach churned and I took deep breaths to get rid of the queasy feeling but it didn't work.

"Dean" I whimpered, the simple sound sending an exploding pain in my head and I felt his hand cover one of my mine, feeling how shaky my hands were.

"Shit" he gasped, slamming the breaks on and I groaned at the shift in momentum as it caused my painfully sore body to slide forwards on the seat.

"Ali, look at me. Aliana!" he said, grasping my face in his hands and turning my head towards him when I couldn't move my head on my own. That simple movement caused pain to explode behind my eyelids and I gasped in air, the dizziness making me feel as though I was in a tornado where all of the oxygen was being sucked out.

"What's wrong?" he asked, voice slightly high in fear. I cracked my eyes open, which I hadn't realised I had closed and looked into his hazel/green eyes which were alight in fear. I gasped again before swallowing past my dry throat.

"Sam" I said, as the desperation, guilt, nausea and pain hit me and I knew then that this feeling I'd had the last few days was somehow linked with Sam, but I didn't know why. Dean gasped before letting go of my face, his eyes landing on his watch and he froze. I looked over to see that his watch had stopped working and it was then that Dean did a U-Turn and headed back the way we had come, putting his foot down more to make it back to Sam's house in time. Dean didn't even need to ask me, he just knew to trust that I had a bad feeling and that Sam needed him, knowing I would be useless because these moments rendered me in pain and unable to move for about a day as everything that my body went through with the feelings, the pain and nausea and dizziness had to calm down before I was able to function again properly. Then again a frozen watch wasn't a good sign either, it was made worse by the fact that my bad feeling was as bad as this.

He slowed down and I opened my eyes with a groan, wincing at the light coming from the houses and streetlamps before turning my head to Dean, who was watching me warily. I sent him a tiny smile, hoping it didn't portray the amount of pain my body and mind and heart were in.

"Go, find your brother. I'll be okay here" I replied just as a bright light started in one of the windows, which I instantly knew was the room Sam shared with Jess. Oh shit, Jess!

"Go!" I exclaimed, wincing at the sound of my voice and the effort that it took me to say one small word. Dean frowned but nodded and dashed out of the car, leaving the door open but I didn't have the energy to reach over and slam it shut and I didn't want to either in fear of the pain the sound would cause through my pounding head.

I looked up at the building and saw the window become bright with the blaze of fire and a whimpering sound came from my throat. Please let Dean have gotten to Sam in time, please, please, please I begged in my head. I wanted Sam to be okay, as well as Jess but I knew by the dread filling my gut that she was gone, and that fact hurt because I knew it would pain Sam. I knew already without needing Sam or Dean to tell me that what had happened to Jess, was exactly how Mary- the boys' mother- had died. Dead and pinned to the ceiling, where fire then encompassed her, blowing up the room as it did so and I knew this because of the feelings and slight flashes of images I'd been getting that had been causing me to have sleepless nights. Though I knew that I should've done something, as soon as I saw Sam and Jess for the first time three days ago, I should've said something, because maybe it would've stopped this from happening, maybe it would save Sam from the pain that I knew he would go through right now. I sighed as I felt the tears fall down my face at the guilt, pain, desperation and nausea that I was currently feeling, though I knew it wasn't just mine, but also Sam's that I had tapped into and my heart already hurt for him and his loss. The back door opened and the car shifted, making me groan in pain but I shifted, sending my head spinning to see that Dean had placed Sam into the back of the car. I looked at the 22 year old man sitting down behind me and watched as he sobbed into his hands. Fuck, he'd really loved her! Dean glanced at me and I smiled slightly but being unable to nod to reassure him I was fine because I knew that with this pain in my head, the aching getting worse every minute, the pounding becoming louder so that it sounded like I was in a tiny room with a drumming band surrounding me playing as loud as they could, the physical pain my body was enduring through tiny movements and the mental and emotional pain I was going through from seeing Sam broken and crying in the backseat and knowing I should've done something to keep her safe, for Sam's sake- well all of this at once was too much to handle and I knew it wouldn't take long for me to pass out, so I couldn't risk passing out in front of Dean by nodding at him which would make me feel worse. I motioned Dean over with my hand and he frowned, before slamming the door shut and hurrying over where he helped me out of the passenger seat, supporting my weight as my legs were jelly and opening the door to the backseat where I carefully slid in next to Sam. He jumped, sensing me near him and looked up at me. I placed my arm on his shoulder and he started crying again, noiseless sobs, with a few tears trailing down his face.

I looked at Dean, telling him what to do with my eyes and he nodded, slamming the door shut after us, making me jump and groan at the sound, but I bit my tongue to keep from crying out as I pulled Sam into my arms.

"I've got you Sammy" I whispered into his hair, holding the wince back as he gripped my body as he hugged me.

"It's okay to let go sweetie" I whispered, my voice unable to become any louder. He pulled in a breath and let it go again in a heart-wrenching sob. I smoothed his hair down before kissing him and playing with his hair, trying to offer him a small amount of comfort as he buried his face into my chest, worrying me that he hadn't hurt himself on two necklaces I kept on. He sobbed against me and I held him tightly, playing with his hair and rubbing his back soothingly as my own heart hurt with every beat and every pump of blood around my body. I hated seeing him like this, I hated seeing the two guys I loved so broken, but I promised that I would always be there for Sam if he needed me.

"I got you, I'm not going anywhere" I said into his hair and he nodded against my hold telling me he'd heard me and that he was grateful.

Sirens were heard in the distance and Sam pulled back, his eyes red and his nose dripping slightly. I rubbed my thumbs along his cheeks, since I was cradling his face when he pulled away, to remove any tear trails, before painfully leaning over the front of the car and taking out the wipes that I kept in the glove compartment, offering them to Sam, which he took and wiped his face with.

"Dean called the cops and fire department" I stated, telling Sam so that he knew he had nothing to do. He nodded and sent me a small smile.

"Thanks" he said, voice hoarse from crying and I frowned, ignoring the pain that exploded behind my eyes, in my head and in my ears as I looked at him questioningly. He smiled slightly and I nodded slowly as I realised what he was thanking me for. He was thanking me for getting rid of Dean and holding him while he cried. The boys never had a problem crying in front of me, but they hated crying in front of each other, though they did occasionally when things became too much, and I cried in front of them of course, though none of us did when John was around.

With a sigh, Sam climbed out of the car and headed to the boot, where he popped it and I knew he was heading for the arsenal of guns hidden underneath. I watched Dean walk over from where he was standing in a crowd, watching the fire department battling the flames, but if there had been any hope that someone was alive, well there wasn't now. Those flames had been caused by something supernatural and so they would be harder to put out than normal, human made flame. Dean nodded to me and I nodded back, wincing at the pain that rocketed throughout my body as he walked to where Sam was behind me in, rummaging around in the boot.

"We got work to do" I heard Sam say as the boot slammed shut and both boys climbed into the seat in front of me. I leant against the window, wincing against the light that flashed into my eyes and was aware that Dean was watching me. He glanced at me over his shoulder, making Sam do the same.

"You look like shit. What happened?" Sam asked and I frowned at him, blinking against the pain, but each time it became harder to open my eyes.

"I'm fine Sammy" I sighed and heard Dean snort.

"Fine my ass. Let's get to a motel and let you sleep it off" he sighed. I blinked my eyes open and winced at the lights flashing past.

"Dean I-" I began and he smiled at me before nodding, knowing what I was going to ask and agreeing. I let out a sigh of relief, glad that he wouldn't be leaving Sam nor I tonight, because Sam wouldn't sleep well, I had a feeling of that especially after what he had witnessed and I knew that I wouldn't sleep well because these episodes made me have bad dreams, worse than what I usually had on a bad night.

I closed my eyes against the pain, grateful because it helped ease my sore eyes slightly but that was all. I was aware of Sam and Dean conferring about something before I was lifted into someone's arms.

"I got you Ali" Sam sighed as he shuffled me around to make it more comfortable for the both of us before walking when Dean yelled and Sam walked, jostling me around a little.

I was placed on something soft and felt my boots being taken off before someone moved my hair out of my face and climbed into bed next to me, wrapping me up in their arms and covering me with their scent. I snuggled closer Dean's chest and he kissed my head.

"Sleep now sis, I've got you and I will look after Sammy too" he said reassuringly.

So I let sleep claim me.