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Pilot
Lawrence, Kansas-22 Years Ago
Inside the Winchester home, a blonde mother named Mary, was carrying her son, Dean, to kiss his sister goodnight.
"Come on, let's say goodnight to your sister." she smiled. They walked quietly into the nursery where Samantha was cooing quietly. They turned the lamp on and Dean jumped from her arms, rushing over to his baby sister's crib. He noticed her baby blue eyes shining and her tiny curls pushed all the way up.
"Goodnight, Sam." he kissed her head as their mother came over. She leaned down into her baby's crib and whispered "Good night, love." before kissing her head.
"Hey, Dean." they heard from the door. They both turned around, and there stood John Winchester, the children's father and Mary's husband of 4 years.
"Daddy!" Dean ran toward his father with anticipation, happy that his father was finally home.
"Hey, buddy. Think Sammy's ready to try some sports?" he asked. Dean laughed his innocent laugh, as his father kissed his head.
"No, daddy."
"No, my baby is going to be into dancing, just like her momma. You got him?" Mary asked as she passed the two in the doorway.
"I got him." he replied. Dean leaned into his father's embrace as his father said goodnight to his baby sister. They walked out of the room together, John putting Dean to bed. Back in Sam's nursery, the mobile above his crib began to spin, involuntarily. The baby shuddered as a cold air blew through the room. The clock ticked ominously. Lights flickered on and off and a dark figured loomed over Sammy and tears pricked her eyes. She let out a wail, as the man above her slit his wrist. In John and Mary's room, through the baby monitor, Mary heard her daughter's cries. She flicked the lamp on, not feeling her husband's presence in the bed.
"John?" she asked. She turned to his side of the bed to find that her husband's side of the bed was vacant. Reluctantly, remembering that John couldn't hear the baby from wherever he was, she got out of bed and walked across the hall to her baby's nursery. When she got there, someone was standing over the crib, looking down on her baby.
"John, is she hungry?" she asked and was shushed slowly, as the man turned his head 90 degrees toward the young adult.
"Ok." she let her drowsiness get the best of her and was practically drifting off while standing. But she woke again, when she heard a noise from downstairs. She stepped quietly down the stairs and saw her husband quietly snoring, and drooling in his recliner. But she remembered, Sammy's nursery. That wasn't John.
"Oh my god." she said quietly, before rushing up the stairs, her bare feet padding against the hardwood floor.
"Sammy! Sammy!" she called, before she reached the nursery. When she got there, the man was standing there, his eyes peering down on her. They were yellow. She shrieked and John heard her downstairs and woke up, rushing up the stairs to check on his wife.
"Mary!" he yelled for her, getting no response and he rushed up the stairs. He bursted the door open to his daughter's nursery and found her quietly snoring in her cradle. He looked around, finding no signs of foul play and he figured that his wife was still in bed, possibly having a bad dream. So, he walked over to his baby's bassinet and stroked his daughter's cheek. But then, beside her calmed head, a drop of something red appeared. John touched it and it was thick, and dark. Another couple drops fell on his hand and he looked up. There lied his wife, pinned to the ceiling, a deep wound covered in blood on her abdomen.
"Mary!" he yelled. He knew she couldn't hear him because fire had enveloped her and the sudden light woke Samantha, and she wailed. She wailed at the fact that her mother was staring down at her, bloodshot eyes and she was enveloped in something that Sammy could tell wasn't good. She whined and cried and her father finally picked her up, delivering her out of the room. She saw her big brother standing there.
"Daddy?" he cried.
"Take your sister outside as fast as you can! Now, Dean, go!" he yelled at his son, trying to keep the two alive. Then he tried in vain to save his wife's life. But he knew it was no use. Dean turned around and hopped over obstacles trying to keep his baby sister, who he cared deeply for, in his arms. When he finally made it out the door, he finally saw the reddened fire lightening up his little sister's room.
"It's okay, Sammy." he muttered, holding his sister close to him as she snuggled into him, still crying for her mother Then Dean was scooped up and pulled away from the house that was at least 5 seconds from blowing, which it did. The firefighters arrived and John sat on the hood of his 1967 Chevy Impala, cuddling his daughter close as Dean snuggled close to his father. He stared up at his house, remembering this moment for years, planning his revenge ahead, not caring what it costs him, just knowing that he will avenge the one he loved.
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Stanford University-Present Day
In a dorm, of Stanford University, Tommy Graham was zipping his doctor jacket. He walked through a doorway, calling for his girlfriend. She was supposed to match him, being a hot nurse.
"Sam! Babe, get a move on, would ya? We were supposed to be there like 15 minutes ago." he said, brushing his hair.
"You coming or what?" he asked. Out of the doorway, leaned his girlfriend, Samantha Winchester.
"Do I have to?" she asked, her brunette hair hanging in front of her face.
"Yes! It'll be fun." he said. She sighed, walking out of the doorway in her normal blue shirt, leather jacket, and jeans.
"And where is my sexy nurse?" he asked grabbing her waist.
"You know how I feel about Halloween." she smirked, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Well, it's a celebration. Now, time to go." he let go of her and pulled her to the car, her whining playfully the entire time.
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Samantha and a couple of her friends sat around a table and Tommy had his arm wrapped around her a shot in his hand. A shot was in everybody's hand as he called "Here's to my baby, Sammy and her awesome LSAT Victory." he smiled as he clinked a glass with one of her friends.
"Alright, alright. It's not that big of a deal." Sam muttered, looking up at her boyfriend.
"She acts all humble, but she scored a 174." with that said, he kissed her head, then downed the shot. Then one of their wildest friends, Jason, downed his shot as well, his zombie costume being the highlight of the room.
"Is that good?" he asked.
"Scary good." muttered Tommy.
"And there you go, you are a first-round draft pick. You can go to whatever dance academy you want." he said. Samantha had always wanted to go to dance school. She first started liking it when she was 8 years old and her brother, Dean, and her were watching a dance show that she liked. From then on, Dean would watch her do little dances she had made up and would applaud for her also. Whenever she needed to do a pirouette, Dean would pick her up and spin her as he carried her across the room. When she performed in little school dances while their father was on a hunt, her brother was always there. He even came with daises once. He said roses were too girly. That's why Samantha missed her brother. She missed the little things he had done for her, all the jokes, and everything else.
"Babe, you awake in there?" she heard. She blinked out of her thoughts and asked "Huh? Oh, yeah. Actually, I've got an audition on Monday. If it goes ok, I think I've got a shot at a full ride next year. " she nodded at Jason, who had sat back down after patting her on the back.
"Hey, it's gonna go great." Tommy smiled down at her.
"It better." she chuckled. Jason butted in the conversation, once again.
"How does it feel to be the golden girl in your family?" he asked.
"Well, they don't know." Sam smiled at all her friends.
"Oh, no, I would be gloating! Why not?" he asked, standing up, beginning to exaggerate.
"Because, we're not exactly the Brady's." Sam chuckled at her friend, throwing a piece of popcorn in his direction. To her amazement, he caught it in his mouth before running off.
"Seriously. I'm proud of you, Sammy. You're gonna knock'em dead on Monday and you're going to get that full ride, I know it. " Tommy said, looking down at his brunette girlfriend, the love and adoration shining in his eyes.
"What would I do without you?" asked Sam, quietly, her eyes returning the same feeling.
"Crash and burn. " he smirked, before leaning down and pressing his lips to hers. When they pulled away, Sam's eyes were still closed and she muttered "It's Sam." He knew that the only one that she ever let call her that was her brother. Not even her father. She only let Dean because he was the first one that called her that when he applauded her for a dance. She remembers the exact sentence.
"Nice moves, Sammy." Tommy laughed at her quietly, before picking her up. They went outside where Tommy let her down and they walked to the car.
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Sam cuddled into her boyfriend as he spooned her, it being 12:00 am. But, Sam had always been a light sleeper because she needed to be alert for spirits, demons and such. So, when she heard a small crash downstairs, she immediately opened her eyes and unwrapped Tommy's arm from around her. He mumbled a "Where you goin'?", but Sam reassured him by kissing him softly on the forehead, before cautiously descending the stairs. She stood at the wall beside the stairs and noticed the door to the porch open, along with a window. Yup, someone was definitely in here. Then she looked to the beaded entrance of their living room and a dark figure passed it. She stifled a gasp and went over to the door beside there and it was the entrance to the kitchen. She had a lot of practice with demons and her brother taught her everything she knew. Her dad was never around to do that. Because of Dean, she was one of the best fighters in her class. And she was respected for it too. As soon as the figure passed the door, she charged in and grabbed him by the back of his neck. He grabbed her hand and flipped her around, but she landed on her feet. He pushed her into the living room again, where she kicked him, but he dodged it and she was knocked all the way by the couch. She threw a punch, and he blocked it, grabbing her fist and punched her in the face. She gasped and stared at the figure, before doing one of her famous roundhouse kicks, which he caught. He ended up grabbing her by her neck and pinning her to the ground and there, she saw his face for the first time. She should've known. He was the only person that could beat her with those moves.
"Dean?!" she asked. It was her older brother. The one she used to play-wrestle with and the one that taught her all her moves.
"Easy there, tiny dancer." he muttered, he let go of her neck, but had her pinned by one arm. She was breathing heavily.
"You scared the crap out of me, jerk!" she said.
"That's 'cause you're out of practice, bitch." They always called each other that, back and forth. She grabbed his arm with her free hand and kicked him off of her before catching him in a position where she had outdone him. He chuckled.
"Or not. Get off me." he said. She laughed and pulled her big brother up off the floor.
"Dean, what are you doing here?" she asked, her smile bright. She hadn't seen her brother in 3 years. Seeing him was the best thing to happen to her all week. And it was Friday.
"I was looking for a beer." he clapped his hand on her shoulder. She chuckled at him and hugged him for the first time in 3 years. Then the light was turned on in the room.
"Sam?" they heard a male voice. She let go of her brother and turned to her boyfriend, her hand still on his shoulder.
" Tommy. Dean, this is my boyfriend Tommy. Tommy, this is my brother, Dean." she said, through gritted teeth, wondering how her brother would react to her having a boyfriend.
"Boyfriend?" asked Dean, looking towards Tommy who looked scared out of his wits at Dean's large and muscular frame.
"So, uh, Dean, as in your brother, Dean?" Tommy asked. Sam nodded and chuckled at her brother's overprotectiveness and Tommy's terrified and shocked face.
"When was I gonna be told about...this?" Dean made an accusing finger at the boy.
"Um...well, I haven't seen you in 3 years, so I didn't know how to tell you." she said, noticing a vein ready to pop out of his neck.
"So, you couldn't send a text?" he asked.
"I, uh, wanted you to meet in person?" she said. Dean just stared at her, but continued to glare at Tommy.
"Calm down, please, ok?" she asked him. He nodded.
"Fine. But I'm coming for you, later." said Dean, staring and pointing at poor Tommy.
"Tommy, I'll be up later, just go back upstairs, ok?" she asked him. He nodded and almost like the speed of light, he was out of the room.
"So, why are you here?" she asked.
"Dad hasn't been home in a few days." he said. Sam scoffed.
"So, he's working overtime on a 'Miller Time' shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later." she muttered.
"Let me rephrase that. Dad's on a hunting trip...and he hasn't been home in a few days." he said quietly, looking into his baby sister's eyes. Then Sam had felt something in her chest that hadn't been there for years. Was daddy ok?
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Sam and Dean walked down the stairs as they spoke to each other over the situation.
"Come on, you can't just break in during the middle of the night and expect me to hit the road with you!" she said, practically whisper-shouting at him at this point.
"You're not hearing me, Sammy. Dad's missing, I need you to help me find him." he said. Samantha scoffed.
"You remember the poltergeist in Amherst? Or the Devil's Gates in Clifton? He was missing then, too. He's always missing, and he's always fine." she scolded him when they go to the bottom of the stairs.
"But, not for this long. Now are you gonna come with me or not?" he asked.
"No, I'm not." she said. Her brother thought he was going to win this one? He was so wrong.
"Why not?" he whined. She laughed.
"Dean, you know I swore I was done hunting. For good." she said to him as he turned away.
"Come on, it wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad." he told her as they descended the rest of the stairs. They headed towards the back door, where Dean had parked.
"Yeah? When I told Dad that I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45." she said.
"What was he supposed to do?" he asked her as they stopped in front of the door.
"I was a 9 year old girl. He was supposed to say don't be afraid of the dark." she spoke to him.
"Don't be afraid of the dark? Are you kidding me? Of course you should be afraid of the dark, you know what's out there."
"Maybe, but 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, instead, we kill everything we can find." she said. She knew she was over-exaggerating, but she had to get her point across to her mindless brother.
"Save a lot of people doing it, too." he said, before heading out the door. Samantha could see that this wasn't working with her brother, so she took it to "No Man's Land".
"You think Mom would've wanted this for us?" she asked him. With that, Dean pushed the door open, and walked outside, his baby sister trailing after him.
"The weapon training and melting silver into bullets? Man, Dean, we were raised like warriors!" Sam said as they walked up stairs again, heading over to her favorite 1967 Chevy Impala that her dad gave to Dean and her. She had left it to Dean when she went off the college. But she had missed it like hell.
"Oh, there's my baby!" She ran over to the impala and caressed its roof. Dean gave her an amusing look before "So, what are you gonna do? You just gonna live some normal apple-pie life?" he asked her as they headed to the trunk where all their supplies was stashed.
"No, not normal. Safe." she said.
"And that's why you ran away?" he asked.
"No, Dean, I just wanted to go to college. Dad is the one that said if you're gonna go, you should stay gone. And that's what I'm doing. Plus, you're the one that helped me run away. But...I'll admit it, I've missed you." she said, pulling her innocent little girl smile she knew always worked on her big brother. Dean chuckled and got serious again. He would not let the innocent smile fool him again.
"Well, Sammy, Dad's in real trouble this time. If he's not dead already. I can feel it." Sam stared, unconvinced.
"I can't do this alone." he looked down at her.
"Yes, you can.." Sam laughed at how Dean thought that he could fool her with that little act.
"Well, I don't want to. I've missed my baby sister and I think dad would be happy to see you." he said.
"Yeah right." Sam muttered.
"What was he hunting?" she asked. Dean looked at his sister and opened the trunk. He lifted the board that carried all their weapons and pushed the kickstands to keep it up.
"All right..." he clapped his hands together, muttering "Now where the hell did I put that thing?"
"So, when dad left, why didn't you go with him?" Sam asked.
"I was working my own gig- this voodoo thing down in New Orleans." Sam was surprised at that statement.
"Dad let you go hunting by yourself?" she asked him and Dean looked at her with disbelief.
"I'm 26.." he scoffed and Samantha chuckled. He was shuffling around the trunk for a few more minutes until he found what he was looking for.
"All right, here we go." he pulled out multiple pieces of newspaper.
"So, Dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop just outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago, this guy-" he handed Sam the most recent piece.
"They found his car, but he had vanished. Completely M.I.A."
"Maybe he was just kidnapped, Dean." she said. Dean rifled through the newspapers.
"Yeah, well, here's one in April, another one in December '04, '03, '98, '92." he continued on and on as he dropped the papers into that one pile.
"Ten of them over the past 20 years. All men, all same 5-mile stretch of road. Started happening more and more, so Dad went to go dig around. That was about 3 weeks ago. I hadn't heard from him since, which is bad enough, then I get this voicemail from him yesterday." he held up a pager and clicked a button. There was a lot of static and there was a voice that Sam thought she would never have to listen to again.
"Dean, something is starting-to happen-I thin-it-erious. I need to-ry and figure-out what's-oing-on here." he continued, but that was all that the two could hear. Except for a "Be very careful-ean. We're all in-nger." it said. Dean turned to Sam, and she smiled.
"You know there's EVP on that, right?"
"Not bad, Sammy. Kind of like riding a bike, isn't it?" Sam rolled her eyes.
"All right. I slowed the message down, and ran it through a Gold Wave, took the hiss out and this is what I got." he said. Through the pager, a female whisper.
"I can never go home." a low phantom-like voice whispered.
"Never go home?" she whispered to herself. Dean smirked at her, dropping the pager back in the trunk and closing it.
"You know, in 3 years, I have missed having my baby sister around, the one I can teach, the one that punches me whenever she gets a broken heart, the one that wasn't afraid to watch scary movies with me. I've missed you. But now, I need you, if we're going to find Dad. We need to do this together. So, please, I'm asking you, will you come with me?" Dean asked. He never showed this type of soft spot, but for his baby sister, his tough guy side flew out the window and died after a 10 story drop. Sam sighed. Maybe she should. I mean, she hasn't seen him in 3 years. Dean had always looked after her and he loved her. She loved him too. So, she decided.
"Ok. Let's hit the road!" she said. Dean chuckled at her.
"But...I have an audition Monday. I need to be back by then." she said. Dean's smile dropped.
"An audition? For what?"
"I'm planning on going to Chapman University to become a dancer." Dean smiled at her.
"I always knew you would, Tiny Dancer. Alright. Deal." she smiled at her big brother before running inside to grab a few things for the road.
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Sam put a scythe in her bag before Tommy entered the room. When he entered, she zipped the bag of weapons up.
"Wait, you're taking off? Is your brother ok?" asked Tommy.
"Yeah. We're fine. Dad's just up in the cabins hunting deer and such. He's probably got Jim, Jack, and Jose along with him. He wants Dean and I to come and get him." she said as she zipped up her black leather jacket that matched her brother's.
"But, what about the audition?" he asked her.
"I'll make it. This is only for a couple days." she said, picking up her bag.
"Sam, stop for a second. Are you sure you're ok?" he asked. Samantha leaned up to her boyfriend and stared him straight in the eyes.
"Hey, everything's gonna be ok. I promise." she said before giving him one final passionate kiss and leaving the room.
"At least tell me where you're going?" he yelled to his girlfriend who was already out the door. But she was far too gone to pick up the message.
XXX
Jericho, California
Down in Jericho, a young man named Troy Squire drove down the centennial highway heading home. He was talking to his girlfriend Amy over coming to her house tonight, but he explained that he couldn't. He had work in the morning and if he missed it his dad would "Have his ass.". As they were speaking, Troy saw a woman in a ripped white dress, dancing by a tree. He could've sworn that she went transparent for a couple seconds, but when she returned to her normal state, he dismissed it as a problem with the lighting outside the car. He pulled up next to her and asked "Car trouble or something?" She was quiet for a moment before letting out a phantom-voiced demand.
"Take me home."
"Ok, sure." he opened the door, and she climbed in, looking seductive as she did.
"So, you coming from a Halloween party or something?" She didn't answer, but he was fine with that, as he was staring at her chest.
"You know, a girl like you shouldn't be out here all alone." he said, quietly.
"But, I'm with you." she said back, pulling the end of her dress to her mid-thigh. He chuckled, turning towards the window. But she pulled his chin towards her. He spied at her chest again until she spoke.
"Will you come home with me?" she asked him, pulling puppy-dog eyes.
"Um...hell yeah." he said. The only reason he was excited about this is that he couldn't believe that a woman as beautiful as her would sleep with him and he'd be damned if he was going to miss that chance. The tires squealed as she guided him to her home. When they got there, Troy was surprised at the run down home. It was dark and gloomy. There was no way in hell that anyone lived here.
"Come on, you don't live here." he said, but he also noticed a hint of sorrow on her face as she stared at the home.
"I can never go home." she said, staring at the house and a stray tear fell down her face.
"What are you talking about? No one even lives here. Now tell me, where do you really live?" he asked, turning to the passenger seat. But it was empty. Where had she gone? He didn't even hear that door close. Or open. He looked around the car for a few minutes before getting out. He heard the crunch of the pebbles underneath his feet and he could hear eerie noises around him and he wanted to leave as fast as he could. But he wanted to make sure that girl was ok.
"That was good." he chuckled nervously. But as he shut his door, he didn't notice the handprint on his windshield. But it left as soon as it came.
"Joke's over, ok?" When no response came, he yelled out "Do you want me to leave?" But he still didn't get a response. He looked around the creepy house as he felt a cold air almost knock him off his feet. He stepped onto a couple steps and saw a picture of a woman and her children together.
"Hello?" he called into the creepy house. But suddenly, a bat flew into his face and he screamed. He tripped and stumbled back over his car and as soon as he was in, he started the engine and drove off. Thinking he was safe, he took a quick glance to the rear view mirror and in the backseat, sat the woman in white. Troy screamed in fright and accidentally drove through a "Closed Bridge" sign. He stopped halfway across the bridge and screamed as blood splattered the windows.
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Sitting in a gas station, Sam held her door open while her brother was inside getting breakfast.
"Hey, you want breakfast?" her brother asked. She turned around and saw Dean holding her favorite snack for the road. Doritos and a bottle of Sprite.
"Sure. Throw." she said. He threw them both to her which she caught easily.
"So, how'd you pay for that stuff?" she asked him, playfully as he opened the trunk. She already knew the answer.
"You and Dad still running credit card scams?" she asked him.
"Well, hunting ain't exactly a pro-ball career. Besides, all we do is apply. It's not our fault that they send us the cards." he said.
"Yeah, and what names did you write on the applications this time?" she asked. Dean got back in the car and Sam opened the chips.
"Uh, Bert Aframian and his son, Hector. Scored two cards out of the deal." he said, opening his beer.
"Sounds about right." smiled Sam. She picked up a box full of cassette tapes. All the songs that she loved to sing with her brother. But she liked some more songs that weren't these.
"I swear, dude, you gotta update your cassette-tape collection." she smiled at him.
"Why?" he asked, cluelessly.
"Well, for one, they're cassette tapes. There's a new thing called CDs. And two- Black Sabbath, Motor head, Metallica? They're the greatest hits of Mullet Rock." she said.
"House rules, Sammy. Driver picks the music, Shotgun shuts her cake hole. And for the record, you love these songs more than I do." Sam rolled her eyes at her big brother as he put Metallica into the cassette player. They drove away from the gas station. Later, just as they passed the "Jericho 7" sign, Sam had talked to every morgue and hospital in Jericho.
"So, no one matches Dad in the hospital or the morgue, so that's good, I guess." As she said that, Dean pulled up beside a bridge that was crawling with police cars.
"Check it out." he said. They pulled up on a piece of road that was close to the accident. After looking it over for a couple minutes, Dean opened his compartment and pulled out a box. He opened it and gave Sam her old Federal Marshall badge. She smiled at him and said "Let's go.". They hopped out of the car. Sam and Dean arrived just in time to hear the conversation between two officers.
"So, this kid Troy. He's dating your daughter, isn't he?" one asked.
"Yeah."
"How's Amy doing?"
"She's putting up missing flyers downtown." one said, continuing to look through the car. Dean decided to but into the conversation.
"You fellas had another one like this just last month, didn't you?" he asked, looking over the bridge.
"And who are you?" said the first officer. They both held up their badges.
"Federal Marshalls." Sam said.
"Aren't you two a little young for Federal Marshalls?" asked the man.
"Thanks, that's awfully kind of you." muttered Sam.
"You did have another one like this, correct?" Dean asked them once again since he didn't get an answer earlier.
"Yeah, that's right, 'bout a mile up the road. There have been others before that." he said. Sam decided to get one of her own questions in.
"So, this victim, you knew him?" she asked. He nodded, looking deep in thought for a few minutes.
"Yeah, a small town like this, everybody knows everybody." he said. Dean yelled from the other side of the car.
"Any connection between the victims besides that they're all men?" he asked.
"No, not as far as we can tell." he said.
"Any theory?" asked Sam as she rounded the car to meet up with her brother.
"Honestly, we don't know. Serial murder, kidnapping ring." he said loudly.
"Well, that is exactly the kind of crack police work I'd expect out of you guys." he said. He suddenly felt a searing pain shoot through his toes and up his leg. Then he realized that his sister's wedged brown boots had violated his foot.
"Thank you for your time." Sam said, as the rangers gave them a weird look, she pulled her brother back down the bridge. When they were far enough away, Dean flicked his sister in her weak spot, the back of her neck.
"Ow! What was that for?" she asked him.
"Why'd you have to step on my foot?" he asked.
"Why do you have to talk to police like that?" she asked him as they were halfway down the bridge. He stopped her from going any further and stepped in front of her.
"Come on, Sammy. They don't really know what's going on! We're all alone on this. If we're gonna find Dad, we've got to get to the bottom of this ourselves." Sam sighed, knowing he was right, but she looked behind them to see the real Federal Marshalls and another ranger.
"Can we help you kids?" the ranger asked them as Dean turned to see what she was looking at.
"No, sir. We were just leaving." Dean said as the Marshalls passed them. Dean decided to say "Agent Muller. Agent Scully." his baby sister snickered slightly at the joke as they walked past the ranger. He eyed them. He doesn't know how he knows, but he could tell that those two were trouble.
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The two walked down the street in search for Troy's girlfriend Amy. They saw a girl holding a bunch of fliers.
"Wanna bet that's her?" Dean asked. Sam looked her over for a few minutes.
"Yeah.." she muttered. They walked up to her as she was sticking a flier on the outside of a movie theater.
"You must be Amy." Dean said.
"I'm Samantha and this is Dean. We're his aunt and uncle. And no, we're not married. Troy told us about you." she said.
"He never mentioned you to me." she said, turning away from them.
"Well, that's Troy, I guess. We're not around much, we're up in Modesto." Dean said.
"Well, we're looking for him, too and we're kind of asking around." Sam said to the girl who matched her exact height.
"Do you mind if we ask you a couple questions?" Dean asked as a girl came up to Amy, asking if she was ok. She replied with a simple "Yeah."
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The 4 sat in a diner and while Sam listened intently to what Amy had to say, all Dean could think was 'I'm at a table full of girls.'
"I was on the phone with Troy. He was driving home. He said he would call me right back, and he never did." she said quietly, and everyone could hear through her voice that she was trying to hold the tears back.
"So, he didn't say anything strange, or our of the ordinary?" Sam asked.
"No, nothing I can remember." she said quietly.
"Ok, here is the deal, ladies-the way Troy disappeared, something's not right. So if you've heard anything..." Dean trailed off letting their imagination run wild with the rest of the sentence. Amy and her friend looked at each other suspiciously and the two could tell something was wrong.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Well, it's just- I mean, with all the guys going missing, people talk." the friend said.
"What do they talk about?" the siblings asked at the same time. The two looked at each other again before the friend spoke.
"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." The siblings exchanged looks and Dean's look was saying 'I told you so.'
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The two sat at a café computer. Dean was on a newsletter site for Jericho and they were putting in things that related to what the two girls had told them. They tried 'Female Murder Hitchhiking' and it didn't work, so they tried 'Female Murder Centennial Highway' and that also didn't work.
"Let me try." Sam said, reaching for the mouse, but he slapped her hand away, muttering "I got it." But as everything else he tried wasn't working, Sam pushed his chair out the way and quickly put hers in the spot.
"Dude." he shoved her, calling her a control freak.
"So, angry spirits are born out of violent deaths, right?" she asked him, not seeming phased by the shove, and he nodded.
"Well, maybe it's not murder." she said as she deleted the word murder and put in the word suicide. They got one result 'Suicide on Centennial'
"This was in 1981. Constance Welch, 24 years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the river."
"Does it say why she did it?"
"Yeah."
"What?" he asked.
"An hour before they found her, she called 911. Her two little kids are in the bathtub. She leaves them alone for one minute, and when she comes back, they aren't breathing. Both die. 'Our babies were gone and Constance just couldn't bear it.' said husband, Joseph Welch." Sam read off the page.
"That bridge look familiar to you?" Dean asked. Sam came to terms with realized that her brother was right. That bridge was the same one they just investigated.
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They arrived at the bridge and looked over the end of it.
"So, this is where Constance took the swan dive." Dean said leaning over the bridge, watching the ripples run through the water.
"So, you think Dad would've been here?" Sam asked.
"Well, he's chasing this story, and we're chasing him." Dean said. He took his hands off the edge and took a look around the rest of the bridge.
"So, what now, huh?"
"Now, we keep digging until we find him. It might take awhile." Dean says.
"Dean, I told you, I have to be back by-" she started but Dean cut her off.
"Monday. Right, the audition." he said, turning towards her.
"Yeah, I forgot. You're really serious about this aren't you? You're just gonna become a dancer, marry that guy?"
"Maybe. Why not?" Sam asked. She sensed an argument coming up, and she really wasn't in the mood, but Dean was starting it, so she's gonna let him finish it.
"Does Tommy know the truth about you?" he asked her. Anger and shock flashed through Sam's eyes as she came back with a quick retort.
"No, and he's not ever going to know." she said, stepping up to her brother.
"Well, that's healthy. You can pretend all you want, Sammy, but sooner or later, you're going to have to face who you really are."
"And who would that be?"
"One of us." he smiled at her before turning away.
"No, Dean, this is not going to be my life!" she said running in front of her brother who stopped at the sight of her.
"Sam, you have a responsibility."
"To Dad and his crusade? If it weren't for pictures, I wouldn't even know what my own mother looks like. What difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, mom's gone, and she isn't coming back." It was silent for a moment, and suddenly, Sam was pushed up against the edge of the bridge, her brother's hands across her collar and her brother's face inches from her own.
"Don't talk about her like that." he finally spoke, voice tired and raspy. He let her down easily and continued across the bridge. But as Dean turned, he saw Constance, standing on the edge of the bridge.
"Sam." he spoke, not moving an inch. Sam looked where Dean was looking and saw the woman in white. Her head turned toward them, and she let her body free-fall off the bridge. They both ran to the other side and looked over the bridge, but neither saw her body. Suddenly, lights enveloped their body and Sam was first to look. It was the headlights of the Impala.
"What the-?" Dean said loudly.
"Who's driving the car?" she asked and turned to her brother as he held up the car keys. The car came towards them and they both stood there for a second before turning and sprinting.
"Go. Go!" Sam cried. When they couldn't run anymore, the siblings turned and leaped over the bridge. Minutes later, you could hear the quiet grunts of Samantha Winchester as she struggled to hold onto the part of the bridge she caught. She got up and sat on a ledge beneath the actual bridge. She expected to see her big brother right next to her, but when she didn't, she looked down at the rippling tides and she couldn't even see him.
"Dean!" she cried out, and she was almost ready to cry until she heard a distant "What?" She looked down and saw him crawling out of the sea.
"Are you ok?" she asked as he turned and lied on his back. He put up an "OK" sign and said breathlessly, "I'm super. " She quietly laughed, knowing that her brother was all right, she climbed to the top of the bridge. As soon as her brother got back up, he checked the car.
"She ok?" she asked.
"Yeah, whatever she did to it, it seems all right now. Man, that Constance chick, what a bitch!" he yelled at the top of his lungs, hoping that she heard. They sat on the hood of the Impala and Samantha spoke.
"Well, she doesn't want us digging around , that's for sure. So, where's the trail go from here, genius?" she asked. Then, she sniffed slightly and the first thing she says "You smell like a toilet." she says.
"Oh yeah?" Dean asked. He opened his arms for a hug and his baby sister scream/laughed "No!" as he wrapped his longs arms around her. These were the moments that the two cherished. The times where they get to be brother and sister, not just hunters that are related. Even when they're on a case, they always make it fun. 'Cause that's just who they are.
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That morning, the two entered a motel. Dean threw his "Hector Aframian" card on the desk.
"One room please?" he asked. The man inspected the card and looked at the siblings.
"You people having a reunion or something?" he asked.
"What do you mean?" Sam asked.
"That other guy, Bert Aframian? He came in and brought out a room for the whole month." he said as he scanned the card. Dean turned to Sam who was thinking the exact same thing. Dad's been here.
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Dean stood guard as Sam picked the lock to room 10. They were told that's where their father was staying. Sam got the door open and couldn't even believe what she saw. She turned around and saw her brother still standing guard, so she yanked him into the room and closed the door. They looked around the room. Pictures of the victims covered the walls, suitcases were left open, food was being eaten by flies. Their father had been here all right. Dean turned a lamp on and saw a half-eaten burger on the table. He picked it up, sniffing it and groaning.
"I don't think he's been here for a couple days at least. " Dean said. Then he turned and saw his sister leaning down and rubbing at a salt circle around the door.
"Salt, Cat's eye shells. He was worried. Trying to keep something from coming in." Sam said. Then she saw Dean looking across the wall at some photos.
"What you got over here?" she asked.
"Centennial Highway Victims. I don't get it. I mean, different men, different jobs, age, ethnicities. There's always a connection, right?" he asked. As he was talking, Sam went over to the other wall and she noticed other pictures. As she looked over them, she found that her father had found the connection. She saw a tag that said "Woman in White". She turned the lamp on that was under the tag. Beneath the tag, a picture of a woman dressed in white was taped.
"Dad figured it out." she said.
"What do you mean?" her brother asked.
"He found the same article we did. Constance Welch. She's a woman in white." she said. Dean looked back up to the pictures.
"You sly dogs." he said, his eyes shifting between each picture.
"All right, so if we're dealing with a woman in white, Dad would've found the corpse and destroyed it." he said.
"She might have another weakness." Sam thought.
"No, dad would want to make sure. He'd dig her up. Does it say where she's buried?" he asked her.
"No, not that I can tell. If I were Dad, though, I'd go ask her husband. If he's still alive, anyway." Sam said.
"Hmm. All right, why don't you see if you can find an address? I'm gonna go get cleaned up." Dean told her.
"Dean, wait. About Mom and Dad earlier, I'm sorry about what I said-" she started, but Dean put a hand up to stop her.
"No chick flick moments." he said. Sam rolled her eyes.
"All right. Jerk."
"Bitch." He replied before going to shower. Sam chuckled, but something caught her eyes. She looked at the mirror and a picture was put in the frame. It was her Dad. Dean was beside him and she was on Dean's back and they were sitting on the Impala near a lake. She remembered that day for a couple seconds.
Sam threw a line into the water. It was her first time catching a fish. Then someone behind her picked her up off the ground. She screamed and giggled. It was her big brother Dean.
"De! De! I caught a fish!" she yelled happily when he put her on his back.
"I know, Sammy." he said. They ran over to their Dad who kissed Samantha's head. She laughed and giggled again. Then her uncle Bobby snapped the picture as they sat on the Impala.
"I love you, baby girl."
"I love you, too, Daddy." she said.
The memory brought tears to her eyes as she put the picture into her pocket.
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Sam sat on the bed as her brother got dressed. She put her phone up to her ear listening to a voicemail from Tommy.
"Hey, it's me. It's about 10:20..." Dean came in the room.
"Hey. I'm starving. I'm gonna go grab a little to eat at that diner down the street. you want anything?" he asked.
"Aframian's buying." she chuckled at his fake name.
"Get me a burger." she said. Dean nodded and left. Outside, Dean pulled on his jacket and fixed his collar as he walked. But he saw a police car. The man from the desk was talking to them. He looked over and pointed at Dean who immediately turned around and took out his phone. Sam was just getting finished with the voicemail from Tommy.
"Come home soon, ok? I love you." he said. But then her phone rung.
"What?" she asked.
"Sis, five-o. Take off." he said.
"What about you?" Sam asked, standing up as she grabbed her jacket.
"Uh, they kind of spotted me. Go find Dad." he said. He immediately turned the phone off and turned around to find the cops in front of him.
"Problem, officers?" he asked.
"Where's your partner?" the first officer asked.
"Partner? What-what partner?" he asked. The ranger directed his partner to go scope the apartment. Dean stood in front of them hoping that his baby sister got out in time.
"So, fake U.S Marshal, fake credit card, you got anything that's real?" the ranger asked.
"My boobs." he said. He smiled innocently at them. Next thing he knew, he was pinned, face-down on the cop car, his rights being told to him. He really didn't even care, but he hoped that his sister got out.
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Dean sat in the interrogation room, waiting on the cop that was supposedly meant to interrogate him. An elderly man walked in holding a big box.
"So, you want to tell us your real name?" he asked.
"I told you. It's Nugent. Ted Nugent." he said. The officer looked at him with a deadly stare.
"I'm not sure you realize just how much trouble you're in." the man said, pushing the box aside and putting his hands on the table.
"We talking misdemeanor kind of trouble or 'squeal like a pig' trouble?" he asked, his joking demeanor getting the best of him.
"You have 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." he said.
"Yeah, that makes so much sense because when the first one went missing in '82, I was 3." he smirked sarcastically.
"I know you have partners. One of them is an older guy. Maybe he started the whole thing. So, tell me, Dean-" he started as he rifled through the box. Dean froze immediately. How in hell did he know his name? Did he know about Sammy? Did they catch her? Please tell me they didn't.
"Is this his?" the officer asked, throwing a journal onto the table. Dean stared at the journal. The officer went to sit on the table.
"I thought that might be your name." he opened it.
"See, I leafed through this, what little I could make out. I mean, it's 9 kinds of crazy, but I found this, too." he opened it to a specific page. On that page, there was a circle. Inside the circle, it said Dean's name and 35 - 111. They were coordinates. But where did they lead?
"Now, you're staying right here until you tell me exactly what this means." he demanded. Man, this must be one stupid cop. What cop doesn't know what coordinates are? Dean looked up at him. What was he going to do?
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Sam knocked on Joseph Welch's door and en elderly man opened it.
"Hi, um, are you Joseph Welch?" she asked him. The man looked suspicious of her and eyed her up and down before answering.
"Yeah." he said quietly. They went through an entire conversation and Sam handed her the picture of her, her dad and Dean.
"Yeah. He was older, but that's him." he said as they walked through the trailer park.
"He came by 3 or 4 days ago, said he was a reporter. " Joseph said. Sam walked behind him as they spoke.
"That's right. We're working on a story together." she said and Joe just looked at her.
"Well, I don't know what the hell kind of story you're working on-the questions he asked me." he said quietly.
"About your late wife, Constance?" He nodded and replied.
"He asked me where she was buried." he said. Sam nodded.
"And where is that again?" He kept his eyes on her the entire time they talked.
"What, I got to go through these twice?" he said.
"It's fact checking if you don't mind." The man sighed, shaking his head before answering.
"In a plot, behind my old place on Breckenridge."
"Why did you move?" she asked. She knew this was a stupid question, because she already knew part of the answer, but she thought that maybe Constance haunted her own home before she hitchhiked.
"I'm not gonna live in the house where my children died." he said. Sam stood in front of him and they stopped.
"Mr. Welch, did you ever marry again?" she asked.
"No way. Constance- she was the love of my life, prettiest woman I ever known." Sam nodded, unconvinced.
"So you had a happy marriage?" she asked. He stopped for a second and stared at her and a handful of emotions scattered across his face. Pain, regret, sadness, guilt.
"Definitely." Sam nodded. She could tell by the look on his face he was lying. That's why Constance was a woman in white. He had cheated on her when she was alive and she found out.
"That should do it. Thanks for your time." she smiled, turning to the Impala. The man looked as if he was in so much pain already. Should she confront him? Did she really need to? Maybe she didn't. But she needs to know more. She turned around again.
"Mr. Welch, you ever hear of a woman in white?" she asked him. The man turned back toward her.
"A what?"
"A woman in white. Or sometimes, a weeping woman? It's a ghost story. Well, it's more of a phenomenon, really. Um, they're spirits. They've been sighted for 100 years in dozens of places like Hawaii and Mexico, lately in Arizona and Indiana." she walked closer to him as she spoke.
"These are all different woman, you understand, but all share the same story." she told him.
"Lady, I don't care much for nonsense." he told her, stepping a few feet away.
"You see, when they were alive, their husbands were unfaithful to them, and these women, basically suffering from temporary insanity, murdered their children. Then, once they had realized what they had done, they take their own lives. So, now their spirits are cursed, walking back roads, waterways, and if they find an unfaithful man, they kill him, and that man is never seen again." she said. When she finished, she knew she hit a nerve because Joseph's lip quivered.
"You think... you think that has something to do with Constance, you smartass?" he asked. Sam was taken aback by the man's language, especially towards a woman, but she let it slide because she could easily tell that he was in pain.
"You tell me." she said, becoming the smartass he was making her out to be.
"I mean, maybe-maybe I made some mistakes, but no matter what I did, Constance never would've killed her own children. Now, you get the hell out of here, and you don't come back." he said, silent tears rolling down his cheeks. Samantha sighed and headed back to the car.
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"I don't know how many times I've got to tell you. It's my high school locker combo." Dean told the officer the same thing he had been telling him for the last hour. Why couldn't he take the fake information and go?
"We gonna do this all night long?" he asked. Then another cop came in the room.
"We just got a 911. Shot fired over at Whiteford Road." he said quickly, then left.
"Do you have to go the bathroom?" the man asked. Dean gave him a confused look.
"No." Then he was chained to the table with handcuffs. He pulled on them and they didn't loosen at all. The man chuckled then left, closing the door and locking it. Dean sighed and then he noticed the paperclip sticking out of his father's journal. He picked it up and smirked picking at the cuffs. When he got out, he also picked the door lock. He got out and stood by the door as the cops got out. When they were all gone, Dean left.
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Sam was driving the Impala. Her cellphone rung and she answered it.
"Fake 911 phone call, Sammy? I don't know, that's pretty illegal" Dean said sarcastically, making fun of his sister's goody-goody impression. He stood in a phone booth laughing at himself.
"Well, it saved your ass." she smirked.
"Listen, we got to talk." Dean said.
"Tell me about it. So the husband was unfaithful. We are dealing with a woman in white. She's buried behind their old house. So we got-" she started but Dean cut her off.
"Would you shut up for a second, Sammy?"
"I can't figure out why he hasn't destroyed the corpse yet." she said.
"That's what I'm trying to tell you. He's gone. Dad left Jericho." he said.
"What? How do you know?" she asked him.
"I've got his journal." said Dean as he looked over the torn brown leather.
"He doesn't go anywhere without that thing." she said.
"Thanks Catherine Obvious. He did this time." he said.
"What does it say?" she asked. She didn't realize it, but she passed the same 5-mile stretch of road where all those victims had died.
"It's the same old ex-marine crap when he wants to let us know where's going."
"Coordinates? Where to?" she asked.
"I'm not sure yet."
"Dean, what the hell is going on?" Sam asked. But then Dean heard her scream, and he heard the thud of the phone dropping along with the tires squealing.
"Sam? Sammy! SAMANTHA!" he yelled. Sam had just seen Constance Welch and practically ran over her. She was breathing heavy and panting. She looked in her rear view mirror and there sat Constance.
"Take me home." she ordered. When Sam didn't move, she said it with more attitude.
"Take.. me home." she said. Samantha could tell by her voice she was getting angry. But she didn't care. She would not die tonight.
"No." she stated simply and firmly. But then, the car locked and the gas pedal pressed itself. Sam tried to pull on lock knob but when the car moved, she knew she was trapped. They came up to the old and beaten house where Troy was killed.
"Don't do this." Sam said quietly enough for only her and Constance to hear. She knew that the woman was in pain, but being in pain doesn't mean you kill. She kept an eye on her through the rear view mirror and she cried "I can never go home." The tears filled her eyes, but she didn't let them fall.
"You're scared to go home." Sam said. She finally realized why she couldn't go home. She drowned her children and who would be able to face their child after killing them? Constance was only scared to face her children. Sam turned around and Constance wasn't there. Constance was suddenly in the passenger seat. She climbed up and straddled her.
"Hold me. I'm so cold." she said.
"I'm not lesbo, you bitch. You can't kill me, I've never been unfaithful." Sam said as the seat fell down according to all the pressure Constance was putting on the seats. She groaned in pain as Constance put all her weight on her. Spirits aren't even supposed to weigh anything. Constance reached down.
"You will be." Constance whispered into her ear. Then she grabbed Sam's face and kissed. No passion. Only lust. Sam tried to reach for the car keys hoping to start the car and getting Constance home. When she had finally got the keys, Constance pulled away from her and disappeared. When Sam tried to sit up, she was pushed back down by an invisible force and a searing pain went through her chest. She screamed in pain. She unzipped her jacket and looked down at her chest to see 5 holes Constance had her fingers piercing her heart. But suddenly, she heard gunshots. Her brother was here! Constance appeared. She had a skeleton face and wild hair. She looked angry. But she disappeared, and the pain stopped. Sam grabbed onto the wheel and turned the keys. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Dean look at her weird.
"I'm taking you home." she said angrily. This woman had caused her enough pain and now she was returning the favor. She rammed the car into the old house and stopped in the middle of what looked like a living room.
"Sam!" Dean called. He ran in after the car and called for his baby sister.
"I'm over here." she called. Sam gave a grateful look to her brother and nodded when he asked if she was ok. He yanked the car door open and reached for her baby sister.
"Can you move?"
"Yeah, help me." she said. He nodded and picked her up bridal style, setting her down outside the car. Once outside, they saw Constance looking at a picture of her and he children. But then she glared up at the two. She threw the picture down and stepped back, letting the dresser behind her smash the siblings into their car. Both groaned trying to push the thing off of them. She stepped forward, planning on killing the two, when the lights flickered. Constance looked confused for a minute until water poured down the stairs. Constance looked up the stairs and two shadows stood.
"You've come home to us, mommy." a small feminine voice spoke. She stared at them with a sorrowful expression. But they suddenly appeared behind her, a little girl and a little boy. They hugged her and she screamed, her face going back and forth between skeleton and human. They all sunk into the ground, going to hell, leaving a small puddle of water. When the siblings finally pushed the dresser off of them, they went over to the small puddle.
"So, this is where she drowned her kids." Dean said.
"That's why she could never go home. She was too scared to face them." she said, breathing heavily, her chest still in pain.
"You found her weak spot. Nice work, Sammy." Dean said going over to the car.
"Wish I could say the same for you. What were you thinking, shooting Casper in the face, you freak?" Dean turned to her and said "Hey, saved your ass." he quoted his sister. He leaned down and inspected the Impala.
"I'm telling you, if you screwed up this car, I'll kill you." he said.
"Oh, trust me. I'm already thinking about killing myself." she said. Dean stood up and his face showed more concern than it usually would.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because a bi spirit just kissed me. I'm either gonna kill myself or boil my lips." she said Dean chuckled at her and said "I like the 2nd one."
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The siblings drove down the road, out of Jericho. Sam was inspecting a map. She was following the coordinates left in her father's journal.
"Ok, so here's where Dad went. It's called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado." she said. Dean nodded.
"Sounds charming. How far?" he asked her.
"About 600 miles." she replied.
"Eh, if we can shag ass, we can make it by morning. " he said. Sam looked at him. What did he mean "we" Did he forget about the deal again?
"Dean, um..." she started.
"You're not going, are you?" he told her.
"Dean, I have the audition. It's like, in 10 hours. I need to be there. I'm sorry that we didn't find Dad." she said.
"Yeah. Yeah, whatever." he said, quietly.
"I'll take you home." he said. They were both quiet for the rest of the ride. When they pulled up to the house, Sam looked over to her brother. She reached over and kissed his cheek.
"I love you, big brother." she said.
"I love you, too, baby sister." he said. She got out and got her bag.
"Call me when you find him? Maybe we can meet up later." she said.
"I'll keep in touch. But, we made a helluva team back there. I hope we can do it again sometime." he said. She smiled and said "Yeah. Me too." he nodded and pulled off. Sam smiled and watched the car go off before walking inside the house. She got in and called "Tommy? You home?" She walked into their room and she heard the shower turn on in the bathroom. Samantha smiled and sat on the bed, happy to finally be home. She lied on her back and something dripped onto her forehead. She twitched and opened her eyes, to find her boyfriend shirtless, sweats on, pinned to the ceiling and a deep wound over his stomach.
"Tommy? Tommy! No!" she yelled before he caught fire. She curled into a little ball and watched as the love of her life burst into flames. Outside, Dean kicked the door open. He was about to tell her good luck with her audition, but he heard his baby sister scream.
"Sam!" he yelled. Dean ran upstairs and found his sister curled into a ball on her bed. He looked up and saw Tommy caught on fire. He grabbed her as she continued to scream for Tommy. The fire covered the rest of the room as they got out. Sam realized that she would now be stuck with her brother because of the thing that killed her mother. It had now killed her boyfriend, and now she seeks blood.
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Dean stood outside with the crowd around the house as firemen fought the blaze. He turned around and saw his baby sister cock a shotgun and throw it into the trunk. He also noticed the tears flowing down her face. He went over to her as she threw it. Sam saw her big brother's stare and he silently asked if she was ok. She nodded and closed the trunk.
"We've got work to do."