A/N: Hey, this is my very first fanfic so don't be afraid to criticize, I'm trying my best here. When reading this you will notice that it is mostly identical to the actual episode with a little bit of my own stuff thrown in there, and that is because I am very OCD about that kind of thing. Few things to clarify before I begin. In this story Pyrrha is alive. I've accepted it, but she is needed for what I have planned in the story. Also, this may start out a little slow on the RWBY side until things get rolling.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own RWBY or Supernatural. How could I? I'm not nearly that cool… or old enough.

~Chapter 1: Pilot~

Stanford University

It was the middle of the night. Sam woke to a crash in his apartment. He got out of bed and looked out the door to the bedroom. From there Sam saw a figure rummaging around. He hid in the living room and waited. The figured walked into the living room, and Sam attacked. The stranger fought back, hitting Sam in the face. Sam quickly retaliated but was soon pinned to the ground.

"Woah, easy tiger." the intruder muttered, pinning Sam to the ground.

"Dean?" Sam asked in shock, Dean laughing, "You scared the crap out of me."

"It's 'cause you're out of practice," replied Dean. Just as the words left Dean's mouth, Sam fought back and was now pinning Dean to the floor. "Or not. Get off me."

Sam stood up and pulled Dean to his feet.

"Dean, what the hell are you doing here?" asked Sam.

"Well, I was looking for a beer." Dean said.

The lights were then turned on, and Sam and Dean turned to face a girl.

"Sam?" the girl said.

"Jess, hey." Sam said, "Dean, this is my girlfriend, Jessica."

"Wait." said Jessica, "Your brother Dean?"

"I love the Smurfs." Dean said, referring to the shirt Jess was wearing. "You know, I gotta tell you, you are completely out of my brother's league."

"Just let me put something on." Jessica said.

"No, no." said Dean, stopping her. "No, I wouldn't dream of it, seriously. Anyway, I got to borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business, but nice meeting you."

"No." Sam began, walking towards Jessica. "No, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her."

"Okay." said Dean. "Um, Dad hasn't been home in a few days."

"So he's working overtime on a "Miller time" shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later."

"Dad's on a hunting trip," Dean rephased, "and he hasn't been home in a few days."

Sam paused, finally realizing what was going on, and said: "Jess, excuse us."

"I mean come on," said Sam, climbing down the stairs, "you can't just break in in the middle of the night and expect me to hit the road with you."

"You're not hearing me, Sammy." Dean began, "Dad's missing. I need you to help me find him."

"You remember the poltergeist in Amherst or the devil's gates in Clifton?" Sam asked, "He was missing then, too. He's always missing, and he's always fine."

"Not for this long." interrupted Dean. "Now, are you gonna come with me or not?"

"I'm not."

"Why not."

"I swore I was done hunting," Sam stated, "for good."

"Come on," coaxed Dean, "It wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad."

"Yeah? When I told dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45."

"Well, what was he supposed to do?"

"I was nine years old. He was supposed to say, 'Don't be afraid of the dark.'"

"'Don't be afraid of the dark.'? What, are you kidding me? Of course, you should be afraid of the dark. You know what's out there."

"I know, but still - the way we grew up after Mom was killed and Dad's obsession to find the thing that killed her, but we still haven't found the damn thing. So we kill everything we can find."

"Save a lot of people doing it, too."

Sam scoffed, "You think Mom would have wanted this for us?"

Dean stormed out of the dark building, hitting the creaky door, going to his car. Sam followed still talking.

"The weapon training and melting the silver into bullets? Man, Dean, we were raised like warriors."

"So, what are you gonna do? Are you just gonna live some normal, apple-pie life? Is that it?"

"No, not normal. Safe."

"And that's why you ran away."

"I was just going to college. It was Dad who said if I was gonna go, I should stay gone. And that's what I'm doing."

"Yeah well, Dad's in real trouble right now if he's not dead already. I can feel it. I can't do this alone."

"Yes, you can."

"Yeah. Well, I don't want to."

Sam sighed, "What was he hunting?"

Dean opened the trunk to his car and lifted the bottom revealing a stash of weapons.

"All right. Let's see." Dean said, looking through the trunk. "Where the hell did I put that thing?"

"So when Dad left why didn't you go with him?" asked Sam.

"I was working my own gig - this voodoo thing down in New Orleans."

"Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourself?"

"I'm 26, dude. All right, here we go. So Dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop just outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago, this guy - they found his car, but he'd vanished. Completely M.I.A."

"So maybe he was kidnapped."

"Yeah, well, here's another one in April, another one in December '04, '03, '98, '92 - ten of them over the past 20 years - all men, all the same 5-mile stretch of road. Started happening more and more, so Dad went to go dig around. That was about three weeks ago. I hadn't heard from him since, which is bad enough, and then I got this voicemail yesterday."

Dean brought out his phone and played the voice mail.

"Dean, something is starting to happen." a distorted voice said, "I think it's serious. I need to try to figure out what's going on." The sound turned into static, then continued. "Be very careful, Dean. We're all in danger. If I'm gone for much longer call this number, 2-0-2-5-5-5-0-1-0-1, she'll be able to help."

"Whose number was that?" Sam asked.

"Don't know I called it and she'll meet us there."

"You know there's EVP on that?"

"Not bad, Sammy. Kind of like riding a bike, isn't it? All right. I slowed the message down and ran it through a Goldwave, took out the hiss, and this is what I got."

Dean then played the new recording.

A female voice whispered, "I can never go home."

"Never go home." repeated Sam.

Dean closed the trunk and said, "You know, in almost two years, I've never bothered you, never asked you for a thing."

Sam sighed, "Alright, I'll go. I'll help you find him, but I have to get back first thing Monday. Just wait here."

"What's first thing Monday?"

"I have an interview."

"What, a job interview? Skip it."

"It's a law-school interview, and it's my whole future on a plate."

"Law school?"

"So we got a deal or not?"

Sam rushed up to his room and started packing.

"Wait, you're taking off? asked Jessica. "Is this about your dad? Is he all right?"

"Yeah. You know, just a little family drama." replied Sam.

"But your brother said he was on some kind of hunting trip."

"Ah, yeah, he's just deer hunting up at the cabin, and he's probably got Jim, Jack, and Jose along with him. We're just gonna go bring him back."

"What about the interview?"

"I'll make the Interview. This is only for a couple days."

"Sam, I mean, please. Just stop for a second. You sure you're okay?"

"Hey, everything's gonna be okay. I promise."

Sam kissed Jessica's cheek and walked out of the apartment

"At least tell me where you're going." Jessica called out after him.

At a gas station, we find two brothers waiting for their mystery helper.

"Hey. You want breakfast?" Dean asked Sam.

"No, thanks." Sam replied, "So how'd you pay for that stuff? You and Dad still running credit-card scams?"

"Yeah, well, hunting ain't exactly a pro-ball career." Dean said filling the car with gas, "Besides, all we do is apply. It's not our fault they send us the cards."

"Yeah, and what names did you write on the application this time?"

"Uh… Bert Aframian and his son, Hector. Scored two cards out of the deal."

"Sounds about right. I swear, man, you gotta update your cassette tape collection."

"Why?"

"Well, for one - they're cassette tapes, and two - Black Sabbath, Motorhead, Metallica? It's the greatest hits of mullet rock."

"House rules, Sammy - driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole."

"You know Sammy is a chubby 12-year-old. It's Sam, okay?"

"Sorry, I can't hear you. The music's too loud." Dean said as he turned up the volume.

Jericho 7 Miles

"Alright so there's no one matching Dad at the hospital or morgue." said Sam. "So that's something, I guess. Any word from the mystery hunter Dad told you to call?"

"Yeah, she got us a hotel. We're meeting her there." Dean answered, "Check it out."

There at a bridge we many police cruisers. Dean pulled over, parking the car. He reached over and open a compartment. From there he took a box filled with fake I.D.s.

"Let's go." said Dean.

"You fellas had another one like this just last month, didn't you?" Dean said approaching the two officers inspecting the car.

"And who are you?" one of the officers asked.

"Federal Marshals." responded Dean.

"You two are a little young for marshals, aren't you?"

"Thanks, that's awfully kind of you. You did have another one just like this, correct?"

"Yeah, that's right, about a mile up the road. There have been others before that."

"So this victim - you knew him?" Sam asked.

"A town like this, everybody knows everybody."

"Any connection between the victims," Dean began, "besides that, they're all men?"

"No. Not so far as we can tell."

"So what's the theory?" questioned Sam.

"Honestly, we don't know - serial murderer, kidnapping ring."

"Well, that is exactly the kind of crack police work I'd expect out of you guys." Dean said only to have his foot stomped on by Sam.

"Thank you for your time." said Sam, "Gentlemen."

The brothers began walking away. You could see the anger and frustration on their faces. Dean walked up to Sam and hit him upside the head.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"Why do you have to step on my foot?"

"Why do you have to talk to police like that?"

"Come on. They don't really know what's going on. We've only got one other person with us. If we're gonna find Dad, we've got to get tot the bottom of this thing."

Sam cleared his throat signaling for Dean to turn around. There stood three men.

"Can I help you boys?" one asked.

Dean replied, "No, sir. We were just leaving. Agent Mulder, Agent Scully." And they hurried off to their car.

Sam and Dean were walking down a sidewalk and saw a teenage girl hanging up posters.

"I'll bet you that's her." said Dean.

"Yeah." Sam stated.

"You must be Amy." Dean said to the girl.

"Yeah." she replied.

"Troy told us about you. We're his uncles. I'm Dean. This is Sammy."

"He never mentioned you to me." Amy said.

"Yeah, well, that's Troy, I guess." Dean began, "We're not around much. We're up in Modesto."

"So we're looking for him, too," interrupted Sam, "and we're kind of asking around."

"Hey, are you okay?" a girl asked Amy

"Yeah."

"Do you mind if we ask you a couple of questions?" asked Sam.

"I was on the phone with Troy." Amy started, "He was driving home. He said he would call me right back, and he never did."

"He didn't say anything strange or out of the ordinary?" questioned Sam.

"No, nothing I can remember."

"Here's the deal, ladies - the way Troy disappeared - something's not right." said Dean, "So if you've heard anything… What is it?"

"Well, it's just - I mean, with all these guys going missing, people talk." the other girl stated.

"What do they talk about?" Sam and Dean asked in unison.

She began to explain. "It's kind of this local legend. This one girl, She got murdered out on Centennial like decades ago. Well, supposedly, she's still out there. She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up - well, they disappear forever."

Sam and Dean left and were heading out to the library to do some research, Dean's phone rang.

"Hello?" Dean said, answering, "The library. Okay, we're on our way."

"Who was that?" asked Sam.

"Our little friend who knows what we're up against."

"So, who are you again?" Sam asked the young girl.

"Ruby Rose." the girl replied. She had short, dark brown hair with red tips. She was wearing a black shirt and dark, skinny jeans. Her look was tied together with a bright, red hoodie.

"And you're supposed to be one of the best hunters Dad's ever met. You can't be out of high school." Dean said.

"Well, for one - why is it so unlikely for me to be an excellent huntress. And two - I'm 19, and I'm out of college."

"He's not saying it's unlikely just shocking." fixed Sam.

"Oh. Well then, you're looking at the girl know around the hunting community for the highest count of werewolf kills in history." Ruby stated.

"Wow."

"Pleased to meet you, Sam, Dean. John talked about you a lot."

"He did?" they asked.

"Yeah. He called me about a week before Dean did. Said he might not be coming back. And to call his son, Dean. He said we might be able to help each other."

"Why would you need help?" asked Sam, "You seem pretty okay by yourself."

"I don't usually hunt alone. I've got this circle of about 11 more people, but all of them have gone off, and now I can't find them." Ruby said sadly.

"It's okay." said Sam, "You help us, we help you."

"Speaking of help, what have you got for us?" Dean asked. "We heard about the legend of that murdered girl, what else."

"Angry spirits are born out of violent death. You were thinking murder, but it's not. I found this article. It was in 1981. Constance Welch, 24, jumped off Sylvania Bridge, drowned in the river."

"Why'd she do it?" questioned Dean.

"Left her two kids in the bathtub for one minute, she comes back, they aren't breathing. She apparently couldn't bear that her children were dead and jumped. Off the same bridge, the cars are appearing on."

"All right let'sgo." Sam said.

It was dark by the time Sam and Dean reached the bridge. Ruby decided not to go and dig around more. They were looking around and looked over the edge.

"So this is where Constance took the swan dive." said Dean,

"So you think Dad would have been here?" asked Sam.

"Well, he's chasing the same story, and we're chasing him."

"Okay, so now what?"

"Now we keep digging till we find him. That's what Ruby's doing right now. It might take a while."

"Dean, I told you I've got to get back by -"

"Monday. Right. The interview."

"Yeah."

"Yeah, I forgot. You're really serious about this, aren't you? You think you're just gonna become some lawyer, marry your girl?"

"Maybe. Why not?"

"Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know about the things you've done?"

"No, and she's hot ever going to know."

"Well, that's healthy. You can pretend all you want, Sammy, but sooner or later you're gonna have to face up to who you really are."

"Ans who is that?"

"One of us."

"No, I'm not like you or Ruby. This is not going to be my life."

"Well, you have a responsibility."

"To Dad and his crusade? If it weren't for pictures, I wouldn't even know what Mom looks like. And what difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, Mom's gone, and she isn't coming back."

Dean had enough and pushed Sam against a beam. They looked at each other for a moment.

"Don't talk about her like that." Dean said letting go of Sam.

A young woman dressed in white appeared. She stood on the railing of the bridge.

"Sam."

Sam walked over to Dean as the woman turned to face them. A second later she stepped off the railing, into the river below. Sam and Dean ran to the edge where she jumped.

"Where'd she go?" asked Dean.

"I don't know." Sam replied.

At the start of the bridge, Dean's car start's.

"What the -" Dean began.

"Who's driving your car?" questioned Sam.

Dean said nothing and reached into his pocket pulling out his keys. The car then started to move forward, chasing the brothers.

"Come on, Dean. Let's go! Go!" Sam yelled frantically.

They began running at full speed, car following until the jumped over the bridge railing.

Sam was pulling himself up, back onto the bridge, from the beam he had grabbed on to.

"Dean!" Sam shouted, looking at the water.

"What?" replied Dean as he crawled to shore.

"Hey, are you alright?" asked Sam.

"I'msuper." Dean said sarcastically, being covered in mud.

"Car all right?" Sam questioned.

"Yeah, whatever she did to it, it seems all right now." Dean answered. "That Constance chick - what a bitch!"

"Well, she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure. So where's the trail go from here, genius?"

"Ruby's got it."

Sam sniffed the air. "You smell like a toilet."

"What've you got Rose?" Dean asked Ruby once the brothers got back to the hotel.

"Your dad's been here." Ruby began, "Bought out a room for the whole month. Room 10. I was waiting for you guys to get back before checking it out."

"Let's gothen." said Sam.

Sam picked the lock to their father's room and opened the door. The three hunters walked in. The walls were covered in drawings, paper, and newspaper clippings and there was salt on the floor.

Dean sniffed a hamburger on the nightstand. "I don't think he's been here for a couple days at least."

"Salt, cat's-eye shells." Sam said.

"He was worried," Ruby interrupted, "trying to keep something from coming in."

"What do you got here?" Sam asked Dean.

"Centennial Highway victims." replied Dean. "I don't get it. I mean, different men, different, jobs, age, ethnicities. There's always a connection, right?"

"Then what do these guys have in common?" questioned Ruby.

"Dad figured it out." stated Sam, looking at the papers taped to the wall.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked.

"He found the same article Ruby did." Sam said, "Constance Welch. She's a woman in white."

"You sly dogs." Dean said, turning to the wall with the victims.

"All right," started Ruby, "so if we're dealing with a woman in white, John would have found the corpse and destroyed it."

"She might have another weakness." said Sam.

"No," Dean declared, "Dad would want to make sure. He'd dig her up. Does it say where she's buried?"

"No, not that I can tell." Sam replied, "If I were Dad, though, I'd go ask her husband if he's still alive."

"All right," Ruby said, "why don't Sam and I see if we can find an address? Dean go get cleaned up."

"Hey, Dean," began Sam, "what I said earlier about Mom and Dad - I'm sorry."

"No chick-flick moments." said Dean.

"All right, jerk."

"Bitch."

"Don't start this, boys, you're both losers."

"Hey, it's me." Jessica's voice came through the phone, "It's about 10:20…"

"Hey, guys." Dean said, "I'm starving. I'm gonna grab a little something to eat at the diner down the diner down the street. Either of you wants anything?"

"No." Ruby and Sam said together.

"Aframian's buying." said Dean.

"Mnh-mnh."

Dean took his jacket and walked out of the hotel. Walking across the street, he noticed a police car. A man was talking to two officers and pointed at him. Dean began walking briskly away calling Sam.

"What?" said Sam.

"Dude, 5-O." Dean said, "Take off."

"What about you?" Sam asked.

"Uh, they kind of spotted me. Go with Ruby, find Dad." Dean said, hanging up.

Dean turned to the approaching men, "Problem, officers?"

"Where're your partners?" asked one of the officers.

"Partners?" Dean said, "What - what partners?"

The officers shared a look, and one approached the door that Dean just left.

"So fake U.S. Marshal, fake credit cards. You got anything that's real?"

"My boobs."

The officers were not amused and pushed Dean into the hood of a car.

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."

At the police station, we find Dean and the chief of police were alone in a room.

"So you want to give us your real name?" the police commissioner asked Dean,

"I told you." Dean said, "It's Nugent, Ted Nugent."

"I'm not sure you realize just how much trouble you're in here."

"We talking, like, misdemeanor kind of trouble or 'squeal like a pig' trouble?"

"You got the faces of 10 missing persons taped to your wall, along with a whole lot of satanic mumbo jumbo. Boy, you are officially a suspect."

"That makes sense 'cause when the first one went missing in '82, I was 3."

"I know you got partners. One of them's an older guy. Maybe he started the whole thing. So tell me, Dean… is this his?" The chief said as he threw worn out journal onto the table. "I thought that might be your name. See, I leafed through this, what little I could make out. I mean, it's nine kinds of crazy, but I found this, too." he turned to a page with DEAN, 35-111, and a yin-yang symbol circled. "Now, you're staying right here till you tell me exactly what the hell that means."

"Hi, uh, are you Joseph Welch?" Sam asked the man who answered the door.

"Yeah."

Ruby, Sam, and Joseph Welch were walking out by Mr. Welch's house

"Yeah, he was older, but that's him." Mr. Welch said, referring to the picture Sam handed him. He came by three or four days ago, said he was a reporter."

"That's right," began Ruby, "We're all working on a story together."

"Well, I don't know what the hell kind of story you're working on - the questions he asked me."

"About your late wife, Constance." said Sam.

"He asked me where she was buried."

"And where is that again?" Sam questioned.

"What, I got to go through this twice?"

"It's fact checking," Ruby said, "if you don't mind."

"In a plot behind by old place over on Breckenridge."

"Why did you move?" asked Sam.

"I'm not gonna live in the house where my children died."

"Mr. Welch, did you ever marry again?" Ruby asked.

"No way. Constance - she was the love of my life, prettiest woman I ever known."

"So you had a happy marriage?" said Sam.

Mr. Welch paused, "Definitely."

"Well, that should do it." Ruby stated, "Thanks for your time."

Sam and Ruby started to walk back to the car when Sam called out, "Mr. Welch, you ever hear of a woman in white?"

"A what?"

"A woman in white," Ruby repeated, "or sometimes a weeping woman. It's a ghost story."

"Well," Sam added, "it's more of a phenomenon, really. They're spirits."

"They've been sighted for hundreds of years," Ruby said as she and Sam began walking back over to Mr. Welch, "dozens of places in Hawaii and Mexico, lately in Arizona, Indiana."

"All these are different women," Sam continued, "you understand, but all share the same story."

"I don't care much for nonsense." Mr. Welch said.

"You see when they were alive," said Ruby, "their husbands were unfaithful to them, and these women, basically suffering from temporary insanity, murdered their children."

"Then," Sam stated, "once they realized what they had done, they took their own lives."

"So now their spirits are cursed," Ruby added, "walking back roads, waterways, and if they find an unfaithful man -"

"They kill him," Sam interrupted "and that man is never seen again."

"You think… you think that has something to do with Constance, you smartasses?"

"You tell me?" Ruby said.

"I mean, maybe - maybe I made some mistakes, but no matter what I did, Constance never would have killed her own children. Now, you get the hell out of here, and you don't come back."

Mr. Welch began shaking as if he was about to cry. He turned and walked back to his house.

"I don't know how many times I got to tell you." Dean said, "It's my high-school locker combo."

"Are we gonna do this all night long?" the chief asked,

"We just got a 911." an officer said, "Shots fired over at Whiteford Road."

"Do you have to go to the bathroom?" the chief asked Dean.

"No."

"Good."

The head officer took out his handcuffs, cuffed Dean to the table, and walked out shutting the door.

Dean saw the paperclip in his dad's journal. He took it out and unlocked the cuffs.

Sam and Ruby were driving back when Sam's phone started to ring.

"Fake 911 phone call, Sammy? I don't know that's pretty illegal." Dean said.

"You can thank Ruby."

"Listen, we got to talk."

"Tell me about it. So the husband was unfaithful. We are dealing with a woman in white. She's buried behind her old house. So that should have -"

"Sammy, would you shut up for a second?"

"I just can't figure out why he hasn't destroyed the corpse yet."

"Well, that's what I'm trying to tell you. He's gone. Dad left Jericho."

"What? How do you know?"

"I've got his journal."

"He doesn't go anywhere without that thing."

"Well, he did this time."

"What's it say?"

"Same old ex-Marine crap when he wants to let us know where he's going."

"Coordinates. Where to?"

"I'm not sure yet, but this was different. There was a yin-yang symbol."

"Yin-yang. What could that mean?"

"Wait." Ruby interrupted, "I know what the symbol means. Where ever the coordinates lead to, that's where my sister is."

"Thanks." Sam said, "Now, Dean, what the hell is going on? Woah?"

Sam slammed the break. In the middle of the road stood a woman in white. Sam didn't slow down and went right through her.

"Sam, Sam!" Dean shouted through the phone.

"Take me home." the spirit said from the backseat.

Sam and Ruby jumped and looked in the rearview mirror, seeing the ghost.

"Take me home." Constance said forcefully.

"No." Sam stated.

The doors to the car locked. Sam and Ruby tried to unlock them, but they wouldn't budge. With a glance from Constance, the car went into drive, and the car screeched forward. Sam and Ruby continued to pound on the doors as the car drove itself.

The car began to slow as it approached and old abandoned house.

"Don't do this." said Ruby when the car turned off.

Constance flickered. "I can never go home."

"You're scared to go home." Sam stated.

He turned around to face her, but she was no longer there. He turned to Ruby only to find her unconscious with Constance between them.

She quickly crawled on top of him, pushing the seat back.

"Hold me." she said. "I'm so cold."

"You can't kill me." Sam declared. "I'm not unfaithful. I've never been."

Constance moved closer to Sam's face. "You will be." she said as she moved in to kiss him. Their lips touched, and Sam tried to reach for the keys. He reached them, and she disappeared.

Sam screamed feeling a painful, burning sensation in his chest. He removed his jacket to see five holes in his shirt where Constance was digging her fingers into his body. He kept screaming as Constance flickered, her face like a skeleton's.

A gunshot broke the car window letting Sam get the upper hand. The person with the gun was Dean.

Sam sat up and started the car. "I'm taking you home." he said hitting the gas, heading straight for the old house.

"Sam!" Dean shouted.

The car hit the house breaking through the front wall. The impact made Ruby wake up.

"Sam!" Dean said approaching the car.

"Here!" replied Sam.

"I'm here too. I case you were wondering." Ruby interjected.

"You okay?" Dean asked.

"I think." Sam and Ruby answered.

"Can either of you move?" questioned Dean.

"Yeah." Ruby stated.

"Help us." added Sam.

Constance bent down a picked up a picture of her and her two children as Dean gets Sam and Ruby out of the car.

Constance threw the picture to the side and moved a dresser to pin the three hunters against the car. They tried to push it away but could not.

Constance moved toward them but was stopped when the lights began to crackle. Water started to flow down from the second floor. At the top of the stairs stood to children.

"You've come home to us, Mommy." they said in unison.

They flashed and reappeared behind Constance. The children hugged Constance, and she let out a scream. The three ghosts began to sink into the ground, disappearing with the sound of a drain.

The hunters shared a look a pushed the dress holding them away. They walked towards the place the spirits vanished.

"So this is where she drowned her kids." said Dean.

"That's why she could never go home." Sam stated.

"She was too scared to face them." added Ruby.

"You found her weak spot." Dean praised. "Nice work, Ruby, Sammy."

"I wish I could say the same for you." Sam began, "What were you thinking shooting Casper ing the face, you freak?"

"Hey, saved your asses." Dean said, "I'll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car, I'll kill you."

The three hunters were driving back to Stanford. Dean was driving, Ruby was sleeping in the back, and Sam was looking for where the coordinates in the journal were.

"Okay, here's where Dad and Ruby's sister went." Sam said, "It's called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado."

"Sounds charming. How far?" asked Dean.

"About 600 miles."

"If we shag ass, we can make it by morning."

"Dean, um…"

"You're not going."

"The interview's in like 10 hours. I got to be there."

"Yeah. Yeah, whatever. I'll take you home."

Stanford University

Dean pulled up to the front of Sam's building and stopped the car. Sam got out and turned to Dean.

"You'll call me if you find him? Maybe I can meet up with you later, huh?"

"Yeah, all right."

Dean started the engine, and Sam began walking away.

"Sam." Dean called out. "You know, we made a hell of a team back there."

"Yeah. You and Ruby will be a great one, too."

Dean then slowly drove away. Sam sighed and walked back to his apartment.

"Jess!" Sam yelled as he entered the apartment. "You home!?"

Sam walked into the bedroom and heard the shower running. He laid down on the bed, sighing.

Sam began to flinch as he felt something dripping onto his face. He opened his eyes and gasped in horror.

There stuck to the ceiling was a bloody, Jessica.

"No!"

"The roof caught on fire consuming Jessica's body.

"Sam!" Dean and Ruby called breaking the door down.

"Jess!" Sam cried out.

"Sam! Sam!" yelled Dean rushing to the bedroom, which was on fire.

"No! No!" Sam screamed as Dean pulled him out of the room, "Jess! Jess! No!"

The fire station had arrived and was putting out the fire. Many people had gathered around to see what had happened.

Dean and Ruby walked over to the trunk of Dean's car where Sam was cocking a rifle.

They all shared a looked of agreement. Sam threw the gun back into the trunk.

"We got work to do." Sam said as he shut the trunk.

A/N: Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed! Please leave a review to tell what I can improve on.

~ PandoraRaven