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Buffy sighed before looking at her father, driving with a vengeance. Ever since Sam left, he had become more and more reckless and careless about what he did. Determined more than ever to get the Demon, he had been pushing and pushing. This was his second long haul across country in as many weeks, the first to Maine, this one to California.
Dean had offered to take her with him when he went to New Orleans to stop what he suspected was a voodoo priest, but she had declined. She knew that Dean had noticed their father's increasingly erratic behavior and knew Dean would feel better with someone with Dad than Dad alone. Sometimes Dad didn't know when to call it quits.
"I'm stopping for gas at the next place," Dad said, his gruff voice breaking the silence that had been between them since eight that morning.
"Good, I have to stretch my legs," Buffy said, rubbing her forehead with the heel of her hand. Ten hours in a truck without many breaks always gave her a headache.
Ten minutes later, Dad was leaning against the truck with the nozzle in the tank and Buffy was inside. 'Just reached a gas station for a fuel up. How's it going?' Buffy typed into her phone.
She grabbed a Cherry Pepsi when her phone beeped. Got into town a few hours ago. Another one died while I was on my way here. I may call to bounce ideas later. Buffy smiled. She and Dean worked well when the other was available to bounce ideas, bicker with, or just interact with.
They had been together since the moment Dean had popped out, twenty minutes after Buffy, and despite their difference in gender, they were almost identical. The two of them threw themselves into the career that their father had raised them in without any complaint. They were partners in almost everything they did, and when it came to family, no one or anything would get in their way of protecting who was theirs.
Buffy sent Dean a smiley face with it's tongue sticking out before picking up a bag of peanut M&Ms and walking to the register. She paid and hopped back into the truck where her father was waiting. Jericho, California, here they come.
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They had been in Jericho for a week. Dad had conducted the interviews and Buffy had done the research and they had come to the conclusion that they were dealing with a Woman in White, in the form of one Constance Welch. Constance's story matched with the local legend and there were no odd occurrences that would indicate that they were on the wrong path. Dad didn't usually look for those, but after a nasty accident, it had become second nature for Buffy.
All they had to do now was interview the husband and find out where Constance was buried, then salt and burn the bones. Buffy offered to help when Dad said that he would do it alone, but he refused and she had relented. When Buffy woke up the next morning, her father was gone. So were all of his bags and her cell phone. Dad had ditched her, and cut her off.
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Sam sighed and glanced at the answering machine for the tenth time. It was the first time in almost two years that anyone in his family tried to call him, not since he had left for school and made it glaringly obvious that he didn't want to be in the Hunting business. Buffy and Dean had tried to keep in touch, but after Sam rejected their first few attempts, they gave up. But this time, he couldn't ignore or reject it.
Jess had been the one to tell him that his sister had called. She had gotten back from classes before he had and checked the messages, and there it was, blinking on the machine. Jess had cheerfully told him that a woman calling herself Buffy had called needing help. She jokingly suggested that Sam had a woman on the side, before Sam corrected her. Jess then pointed to the machine and ordered him to listen to the message then do what he could.
Which brought Sam to where he was, trying to bring himself to hear why Buffy needed him. This is stupid, he thought before pressing the play button before he could change his mind.
"Hey, Sam. I know I'm one of the people you'd like to never hear from again, but I've got no one else to turn to. Dad and I were on a trip, and he took off in the middle of the night. I have no idea where he went. I need to get out of here, and your number was the only one I could remember. If Dean can't get ahold of me, he'll be coming after you. I'm in the Palm Motel in Jericho. Please. . ." The message cut off with a series of high pitched clicking noise.
Sam cocked his head, then checked the clock on his cell. It was already past five, and Jericho was a three hour drive. Buffy's message wasn't desperate, his sister could wait until the morning. Jess wanted to go to a Halloween Party, and if he had a choice, Buffy was the member of his family that he wanted Jess to met. Maybe Jess would be willing to go with him.
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The sound of a window opening on the ground floor woke Sam up in an instant. Pulling on a shirt and grabbing a bat, Sam headed down the stairs as quietly. He looked around and a sudden movement caught his eye in the kitchen. He was grateful for his training as a Hunter when the intruder spun around and punched him in the jaw. The two traded blows, blocking more than actually hitting the other, until the intruder tripped him and pinned Sam to the floor.
"Easy, tiger," the intruder said, his face coming into focus in the light from an outside streetlight.
"Dean?" Sam asked, breathing heavily. Dean chuckled, offering Sam a hand up. "You scared the crap out of me!"
"That's cause you're out of practice," Dean smirked. Sam glared up at Dean before accepting the offered hand. He pulled down sharply and rolled, so Dean was under him. "Or not. Get off me." Dean tapped twice on Sam's fist.
Sam rolled to the side and pulled Dean to his feet. "What are you doing here?" Sam asked, even though he thought he could guess the answer.
"Well, I was looking for a beer," Dean laughed, clapping Sam on the shoulder.
Sam gave Dean a hard look. "You're here because of Dad and Buffy, aren't you?"
Dean's head snapped up. "What do you know about it?"
"Buffy called earlier today, asking for help," Sam told him.
"We've got to talk," Dean said, tone suddenly very serious.
"If you know they were in trouble, why didn't you call?" Sam asked.
"You didn't pick up for Buffy, why would you pick up for me?" Dean countered.
The light suddenly flicked on. "Sam?" Jess asked, bringing the attention of the brothers to her.
"Hey, Jess. This is Dean. Dean, this is my girlfriend, Jessica," Sam introduced, walking over to her side.
"Is that the Dean from your sister's message? Your brother?" Jess asked.
"Yeah," Sam confirmed.
"Well, she did warn you that he would be coming," Jess said.
"Well, I got to tell you, you are way out of my brother's league," Dean smirked, eyeing Jess as she stood in her nightshirt and booty shorts. He raised his eyebrows in invitation.
"Let me go put something on," Jess hesitated.
"Don't bother, I'll be leaving soon. I've just got to talk to your boyfriend for a minute. It was nice to meet you." Dean gave her one more once over before turning his attention to Sam.
"Whatever you want to say you can say in front of her," Sam said.
"Dad and Buffy were on a hunting trip, and neither have been home in a few days."
Sam cleared his throat. "Jess, give us a few minutes, please."
SPN/BtVS: Pilot
As soon as Jess was on her way upstairs, Dean rounded on Sam. "Buffy calls you asking for help and you don't drop everything and go?"
"I had plans! She didn't seem to be in any trouble that couldn't wait until tomorrow!" Sam shouted.
"Let me hear the message," Dean ordered. Sam nodded, and led him to the answering machine.
"There's EVP at the end of the message," Sam said, in realization.
"Yeah, there is," Dean agreed. "And this makes Dad's voicemail a little more understandable. I've got a few things to show you in the car."
Sam reluctantly followed Dean down the stairs to the road. "You going after them tonight?"
"Yeah. I'm not going to wait around when my family needs me!" Dean's voice carried a thinly veiled accusation.
"You expect me to go with you." Sam spoke it like a statement, but there was a hidden question to it.
"You're not understanding, Sam. Dad took off, and Buffy's stranded. We've got to go get them."
"You remember the poltergeist in Amherst, or the Devil's Gates in Cliffton? Dad's always missing, and he's always fine!" Sam insisted.
"What of Buffy, huh? Just going to let her rot in a back country motel without a care in the world?" Dean accused. "You coming with me, or not?"
"I'm not," Sam said, stopping on the stairs and crossing his arms.
"Why not?" Dean demanded.
"I swore I was done hunting, for good," Sam said.
"And you're about to let some creature get the only one who didn't try to fight your decision? The only member of your family that you want Jess to meet?" Dean demanded. At Sam's surprised look, Dean continued. "Yeah, I noticed. The not going until tomorrow really gave it away. What would you tell Jess if it turned out that Buffy was in the middle of a hunt? Jess doesn't know anything about that kind of stuff, so what would you tell her, huh?"
Sam's expression turned sour. "You've got a point."
"You're damn right, I've got a point. You going to help your sister, or are you going to stay with your girlfriend, who doesn't know you as well as you know her?" Dean demanded.
"All I wanted to do was live a normal, safe life," Sam said, defeated.
"So, that's why you ran away." Dean said, as if he didn't know already.
"I didn't run! It was Dad who said that if I left, I should stay gone!"
"Don't punish Buffy and me for what you think Dad did to you! In case you don't remember, the two of us tried to stay in contact with you! You were the ones to cut us off!" Dean's voice became softer. "I can't do this alone."
"Yeah, you can," Sam argued.
"I don't want to." Dean's voice was uncharacteristically vulnerable.
Dean always looked sad when Buffy wasn't around, but this was the first time that he looked like he would break. "What was he hunting?" Sam asked.
Dean smiled and started walking to the car again. When they reached the Impala, Dean went straight to the trunk and started muttering to himself. "Where did I put that. . . ah! Here it is."
"When Dad and Buffy left, why didn't you go with them?" Sam asked.
"I was working my own job in New Orleans. Voodoo witch doctor."
"You went alone?" Sam scoffed.
"First off, I'm 26. Secondly, I offered to take Buffy with me, but she didn't want to go." Dean pulled out some papers. "Here we go. They were working on a job on this two lane black top outside of Jericho, California. About two months ago this guy vanishes. Found his car though." Dean pointed to the article in the folder.
"Maybe he was kidnapped," Sam suggested.
"That would explain just one. There have been a total of ten over the past twenty years, all along the same five mile stretch of road," Dean continued, handing Sam the file. "The last I heard from Dad was three weeks ago, but Buffy and I text or call at least once a day, and I haven't heard from her in at least three days. Then Dad calls and leaves me this voice mail."
Dean pulled out a tape player and started it. "Dean, something bad is starting to happen. I need to try to figure out what's. . . . . Be careful Dean. Go protect your sister. We're all in danger." The same hiss and crackle that was on the end of Buffy's message was all over this message, making parts hard to hear.
"There's EVP on that," Sam said.
"Much better, Sam. I ran it through a gold wave and took out the hiss, and this is what I got."
He pushed the play button again. "I can never go home."
"Never go home?" Sam repeated.
"In almost two years, neither of us has bothered you or asked you for a thing. Now both Buffy and I are asking for your help," Dean looked up at him.
Sam sighed and gave the answer he knew he was going to give the minute he knew that Dean had broken into his house. "I'll go. I'll help you get Buffy, but I got to be back here by Monday. You and Buffy will have to find Dad yourself."
Dean smiled at Sam's retreating back when he heard Sam's response. The three Winchester men might never agree on anything, but there was one thing that brought all three together, and that was Buffy.
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"What happened to going tomorrow?" Jess asked, watching as Sam flitted around the room, packing a duffel bag.
"Dean thinks she's in bigger trouble than she let on, and we need to get her out of it," Sam said.
"What about your dad? Is he alright?" Jess asked.
"I don't think he's in any trouble," Sam deflected. "I'm just going for Buffy. She and Dean are going to look for Dad."
"Sam." Jess grabbed onto Sam's flannel jacket and pulled to a stop. "Are you sure you're alright?"
"I'm fine. I will be back on Sunday night. I promise." With that, Sam gave Jess a hasty peck on her cheek and rushed out of the room.
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Dean walked out of the gas station, carrying a handful of semi-healthy foods. "Hey, Sam! Want breakfast?"
Sam looked over at him from the passenger's side of the Impala. "Watcha got?"
"A dreadful looking fruit salad, a sandwich, and a few bags of cracker jacks. I got a tea for you." Dean tossed the food over and Sam caught it half heartedly.
"How'd you pay for that stuff? You guys still runnin' credit card scams?" Sam asked, picking at the fruit.
"Hunting isn't exactly a pro-ball career," Dean said, placing the gas hose back on its stand and getting in the car. "Besides all we do is apply. It's not like we ask them to send the cards."
"Which names did you use this time?" Sam asked.
"Burt Afiramain, his son Hector, and his daughter Edna. Scored three cards out of the deal."
"Sounds about right," Sam chuckled. He gave up on the fruit and returned his attention to the box in his lap. "I swear, you got to update your cassette tape collection!"
"Why?" It would've been funny if Dean hadn't been serious.
"For one, they're cassette tapes. And two, Black Sabbath? Moterhead? Metallica? It's the greatest hits of mullet rock!" Sam explained, picking up a tape at random. "At least Buffy's got some taste." Sam picked up a few cassettes that were obviously hers. There was no way that Dean would listen to Abba, Bonnie Tyler, or Pat Benatar. Even the Green Day in the box was more than likely hers.
"House rules, Sammy. Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole," Dean said, grabbing a tape at random and popping it into the tape player. AC/DC's Black in Black blared out of the Impala's speakers.
"Sammy is a chubby twelve year old. It's Sam!" Sam insisted, knowing that Dean wouldn't listen. He never did.
"I can't hear you, the music's too loud!" Dean shouted with a laugh. Sam laughed as well as Dean tore out of the gas station.
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"Yes, thank you," Sam said then hung up. "No one matching either Buffy's description or Dad's had been in either the hospital or the morgue."
"If Dad were in either, Buffy would've told you," Dean argued.
"Yeah," Sam sighed. "But it never hurts to check."
"I know," Dean conceded. Something caught his eye on right side of the road. "Check it out."
Sam raised his head and saw a group of cops surrounding a car on a bridge. "You think it's part of our case?"
Dean didn't answer, just pulled over and turned off the engine, before reaching across Sam to the glove department. He grabbed the box inside and rummaged around until he found what he was looking for. "Let's go," Dean said, getting out of the car.
They heard the two officers talking as they approached.
"So, this kid, Troy. He's dating your daughter, isn't he?"
"Yeah," the second officer confirmed.
"How's Amy handling it?" the first officer asked.
"She's putting up missing posters all over town."
"You fellas had another one just like this last month, didn't you?" Dean asked, interrupting.
"And who are you?" the first officer demanded.
"Federal marshals," Dean answered, showing the badge he took from the glove compartment to the officer.
"Aren't you a little young to be marshals?"
"That's awfully kind of you," Dean laughed. "You did have another like this one?"
"Yeah. About a mile up. There've been a few others." the officer agreed.
"You knew the victim?" Dean asked.
"It's a small town, everyone knows everyone," the officer answered.
"Is there any connection to the victims, other than that they're all men?" Dean asked next.
"Not as far as we can tell," the officer denied.
"Any theories?" Sam asked, walking around the car.
"Nothing solid. Kidnapping ring? Serial murder?"
"Thank you for your time," Sam said, discreetly pulling Dean away, ignoring the look that Dean sent in his direction. "What was that about?"
"Come on, Sam! They don't actually know what's going on here!" Dean insisted. "If we're going to find Buffy, it's up to us to stop this!"
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"What did Buffy say the name of her motel was?" Dean asked.
"The Palm, I think," Sam answered, distractedly. He was flipping through notes he had taken after their brief chat with Amy and her friend. The brothers had met the two as Amy was putting up signs in town and Sam convinced Dean to stop for a few minutes. He raised his head and pointed to the left. "There it is."
Dean turned and walked into the main office, coming out a few minutes later. "Room 15," he said, shutting the door and turning the car on.
Dean pulled in front of the got out of the car, examining the door as Sam got out. "Pick the lock? Or am I doing it?"
Sam crouched down and took out his old kit, that he was surprised Dean still had, just as the door opened. "Get in, I'm being watched."
Sam looked up and saw the worried eyes of his sister and quickly got off his knees. Dean was right behind him as he entered the room.
"What the hell is going on?" Dean demanded as soon as the door was closed.
"Dad took off again. I don't know why, but I have a good guess. He got some lead on the Demon and thought he needed to jump on them. He left me here, in the middle of a hunt, without anyway to finish it." Buffy ran a hand through her honey colored hair, pulling it behind her ear. "That and a group of people arrived yesterday. Approached me while I was in the library and called me by a slightly different name, expecting me to know who they were. I ditched them, but they found me late last night. Don't exactly know how. I noticed, and waited, and here you two are."
"Yeah, here we are. What do you have to do to finish the hunt? The sooner we finish, the sooner we can get out of here. You'll lose your tail, and Sammy will be back at school," Dean said.
Buffy turned to Sam and walked up to him. "I've missed you, Sammy boy. How's school been?"
Sam pulled Buffy into a hug. "It's been great. I've missed you too, Buffy."
"I know that you thought that we all disagreed with your choice to go to school, and I know that it's a tender subject. I just wanted you to know that I'm proud of you."
"That means a lot," Sam said, pulling out of the hug.
"Chick flick moment over?" Dean asked impatiently.
"Yeah, Dean, it's over. You ready to find out what you're up against?" she asked, walking over to the wall.
Dean and Sam followed and Buffy began debriefing them. "Our big bad is a Woman in White, specifically one Constance Welch. She drowned her kids in her home before jumping of Sylvania Bridge in 1981."
"Women in White go after men that have been unfaithful," Sam said.
"Yes. If they aren't unfaithful, she makes them be, if she can. The best way to put one of them down is the usual salt and burn. If Dad is reliable, and he usually is, she is buried behind her old family house, at the end of Breckenridge Road. Dad was supposed to salt and burn the night he left," Buffy continued.
"He didn't. Or if he did he missed something. Another one was found last night," Dean said.
"Okay, then. One of you is going to talk to Joseph Welch to confirm Dad's information. The other is going to help me get ready to leave. Which one wants to clean?" Buffy asked.
"I'll go," Dean said as soon as Buffy asked.
"You see me for a few minutes and then you're out the door?" Buffy scoffed, a smile on her face.
"You bet. I'll be back soon." Dean pulled Buffy into a hug and walked out the door.
A beep rang from Sam's pocket. Sam took out his phone and glanced at it. "Voicemail. You mind if I check it?"
"Go ahead. I'll get started on the walls," Buffy shrugged.
She watched as her youngest brother listened to whoever was on the other line as she took papers off the wall. He was truly happy, something that the Winchester family was always short on.
"What?" Sam barked into the phone, the tone telling her it was Dean on the other line this time. Sam's next question of, "What about you?" clued Buffy into what was going on. Police were outside. They had to go. "Police have Dean," Sam reported unnecessarily.
"Bathroom window. Go. I'm behind you," Buffy said, pushing Sam in that general direction and grabbing her essentials and bags. She passed the bags out to Sam and climbed out the window.
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Dean groaned. The last place he wanted to be was sitting in a police station. Especially when he hadn't done anything other than lie, but he did that so often that he never really thought about it anymore. The sheriff came in and leaned over the table. He was a chubby man with a ruddy face. Dean leaned back in his chair and smirked up at him. "Want to give me your real name?" he asked, not taking off his hat.
"I've told you, it's Nugent. Ted Nugent," Dean grinned.
"Do you know what kind of trouble you're in, son?" he asked.
"We talking misdemeanor trouble, or squeal like a pig trouble?" Dean asked, grin still on his face.
"You've got the pictures of five missing people on your wall, and I've got statements that you're keeping a girl in there against her will," the sheriff replied. "Plus a whole lot of satanic shit all over the walls. You're officially a suspect for the murders and for kidnapping."
Dean laughed. "That makes since. How would a three year old kill a fully grown man?"
"I know you've got partners. One is an older man. Maybe he started it. The other's around your age, and I'm betting he's got the girl. So tell me, Dean, this his?" The sheriff tossed down a battered leather journal. Dean glanced up with barely hidden surprise.
"Thought it might be," the sheriff continued. "I leafed through this. From what I can make out, it's nine kinds of crazy. But I found this, too." He flipped through the book until he landed on the page he was looking for.
Dean leaned forward to look at what the sheriff wanted him to look at. There on the page was his name, a set of co-ordinates under it. Buffy's real name was under that, with what looked like a phone number under her name.
"You're staying here until you tell me what that means." Dean looked up at the sheriff.
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"Any ideas?" Sam asked.
"You go to Welch's. I'll get Dean out," Buffy said.
"How are you going to do that?" Sam asked.
"I'll figure out something. You worry about Welch," Buffy insisted. "If you don't hear from me by nightfall, something's happened to me and you'll have to get Dean. What's your cell?"
Sam wrote it down on the back of a business card and Buffy tucked it into her pants. "Take the car. I assume you still have your keys?" At Sam's nod, Buffy took off, noticing as she left, that her bags were laying at his feet.
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Sam didn't have any trouble finding Joseph Welch's new house, and had quickly confirmed that Joseph had cheated on Constance. It took a shorter time than he had expected, and he decided to eat before worrying about Dean and Buffy.
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"I don't know how many times I have to tell you. It's my high school locker combo," Dean insisted, grin still on his face.
"I've got no where to go tonight," the sheriff said, leaning against the table.
Another officer came into the room. "We just got a 911, shots fired on Whiteford Road."
"I'll have to deal with you when I get back. You have to use the bathroom?" the sheriff asked Dean.
Dean blinked. "No."
"Good." A pair of handcuffs appeared and Dean was cuffed to the table. Dean was soon left alone. Sirens were leaving when a body entered the room through the window.
"Having fun?" Buffy asked, walking over to Dean.
"Tons," was the biting reply. Buffy pulled out a hairpin from her bun and quickly picked the lock. Dean stood up, rubbing absently at his wrist. "Dad left clues to where he went," Dean said, tilting his head to the table where Dad's journal lay.
"Co-ordinates," Buffy noted, before seeing the second message.
"Who's number is that?" Dean asked.
"A friend of Dad's. He thinks she might be able to help me with my nightmares," Buffy answered, picking up the book and placing it in the inside pocket of the jacket she was wearing. "Let's go."
"Is that my jacket?" Dean asked as Buffy climbed out the window.
SPN/BtVS: Pilot
Sam was driving along Centennial Highway when his phone rang. He pulled it out and flipped it open. "Hey."
"I got him," Buffy said. "Where are you?"
"On my way back to town. I wanted to check out the bridge again," Sam answered.
"Find anything?" Buffy asked.
"Not at the bridge. But Joseph Welch was unfaithful. We are dealing with a Woman in White, and she's buried out behind her old house, on Breckenridge Road. That should've been Dad's next stop," Sam reported.
"Should have, but wasn't. The police found Dad's journal," Buffy said.
"He never goes anywhere without that thing," Sam said, surpised.
"I know," Buffy sighed.
"Was there anything in there?" Sam asked.
"Yeah. His usual means to tell us where he's going," Buffy grumbled.
"Co-ordinates? Where to?" Sam asked.
"Not sure yet. Dean's looking," Buffy replied.
"I don't understand. What's so important that Dad would leave in the middle of a job?" Sam demanded. "Why would he leave you here? What the hell is going. . . SHIT!" Sam shouted, slamming on the breaks.
In front of the car was a woman in white. Her dark hair covered her face, wind swept and unkempt. The car blew right through her as it squealed to halt.
"Sam?" Buffy called through the phone Sam dropped onto the floor.
"Take me home?" Constance asked. Sam jumped, glancing into the rear view mirror before looking into the back seat.
"No," Sam said, as calm as he could.
Constance's eyes became hard. "Take. Me Home."
"No," Sam repeated, then he wasn't in control of the car anymore. The locks went down and the car started driving on its own. Sam puled at the locks, but they didn't budge. He was trapped.
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"What happened?" Dean demanded, as Buffy hung up.
"He's been caught," Buffy guessed. "He's a man on his own on a haunted highway. With his luck. . ."
"She's got him," Dean finished. "We've got to get to Breckenridge Road."
"There's a junk yard a block over. Let's steal one of those cars. We only need to get out there. He has the Impala," Buffy said, and began leading the way.
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Sam stopped trying to get out of the car after ten minutes. He was caught, but he knew he wasn't going to die. Women like her could only kill those who cheated, and he never had the inclination to do so. Constance was out of luck.
"Don't do this," Sam pleaded, knowing that trying to reason with a spirit wouldn't work.
Constance, like he expected, ignored him. She leaned forward and looked wistfully at the house she had pulled the car in front of. "I can never go home," she whispered, painfully.
"You're scared to go home," Sam whispered, realization dawning on him.
Before he could do anything about it, Constance was on his lap. "Hold me. I'm so cold."
Constance was solid enough for him to push against, and Sam struggled, trying to keep her away from him. "You can't kill me. I'm not unfaithful, never have been!"
"You will be," she promised, leaning forward to try to kiss him.
Sam changed tactics. He had an iron fob on his keychain, if he could pull it close enough, she'd disappear. Constance flickered in and out of existence as he struggled to grab his keys. Suddenly the door was pulled open and Sam was showered in salt. Constance disappeared.
"You alright?" Buffy asked, pulling Sam out far enough for him to cough up the salt he inhaled.
"I think so," Sam said, before he was yanked back into the car and Buffy was thrown into a nearby tree.
Dean, who was right behind Buffy, shot at Constance, giving Sam enough time to restart the car. "I'm taking you home," Sam vowed, throwing the car into first, then second gear, blasting through the house, stopping in what used to be a living room.
Dean and Buffy followed Sam and came to a stop outside the driver's side door. "Can you move?" Dean asked, opening the door.
"I think so," Sam hissed, carefully getting out.
"Boys," Buffy called, her attention on the spirit. Constance was holding a framed photograph, her expression unreadable to the three. Sam and Dean walked to either side of Buffy and watched as Constance threw down the picture in disgust. A bureau flew across the room pinning the three to the side of the car at the same time water started to cascade down the stairs from the second floor landing.
Constance flitted to the foot of the stairs, not paying any attention to the struggles of the three living people. There was a soft echo of two sets of footsteps, halting on the fourth step from the top, just barely enough for Sam, Dean, and Buffy to see them. "You've come back to us, Mommy," two voices echoed. Two children, one girl and one boy, materialized at Constance's side, latching onto her, ignoring their mother's screams. Constance and her two children flickered in and out while melting into the floor. It was all over in a matter of minutes.
"Oh, thank god," Buffy whispered, pushing against the bureau, which landed halfway across the room.
"So this is where she drowned her kids," Dean concluded, wrapping an arm across his sister's shoulders and opening the passenger's side door.
"That's why she could never go home. She was afraid to face them," Sam agreed.
"You found her weak spot. Nice work, Sammy," Dean congratulated, clapping Sam on the shoulder.
Buffy threw Dean's arm off her shoulders. "What were you thinking, shooting Casper in the face, you freak?" she teased.
"Hey, saved his ass," Dean shrugged, walking slowly around the Impala. "If you've screwed up my car, I'm going to kill you."
Sam laughed as he got in the back seat, Dean and Buffy in the front. Dean tore out of the house and back onto the road.
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The next morning saw Sam and Dean in the front seat with Buffy stretched out in the back. Dean was driving, and Sam had a map in his lap.
"So, here's where Dad went," Sam said, pointing to a place in the middle of Colorado. "A place called Blackwater Ridge."
"Colorado, land of the mile high club," Buffy joked.
"Do you know what that refers to?" Sam asked, confused.
"Yeah, when you have sex in an airplane, but if you think about it, a most of Colorado's above a mile in elevation," Buffy reasoned. "Ever heard that Denver's nickname is the Mile High City?"
Sam shook his head in silent laughter.
"How far?" Dean asked.
"About six hundred miles," Sam estimated.
"If we shag ass after we drop Sam off, we could make it by late tomorrow morning," Dean said, glancing at Buffy in the mirror. She knew how much going for Sam had cost him, but she also knew that it went a long way in getting the family back at some point.
"Thanks, Dean," Sam said.
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The three got to Stanford a little after eleven in the morning. Sam got out of the car, followed by Buffy. He grabbed his things and gave Buffy a tight hug. "Call me when you find him?" Sam asked.
Buffy's smile was teary. "You bet. Take care of yourself, you hear?"
"I will. Maybe I'll be able to meet you somewhere," Sam said.
"Yeah, maybe," Dean grunted. Sam let go of Buffy and she slid into Sam's seat in the front. Sam was about three feet away when Dean called out his name. Sam turned back, face expectant. "You know, we made one hell of a team back there. If the need strikes, don't hesitate to call."
Sam smiled and tapped the roof of the car before heading back up the walkway to his apartment, pausing to watch Dean and Buffy drive away.
"Something felt off," Buffy muttered.
"Off how?" Dean asked.
"I'm not sure, but something's not right. We need to head back, now," Buffy insisted.
Dean nodded. Buffy's gut feelings hadn't been wrong since she started having them two years ago. He found the nearest place to do a U-turn and headed back to Sam's place.
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"Jess?" Sam called as he opened his apartment door. He walked in and noticed a few cookies on the kitchen counter. He picked one up and stuck it in his mouth. It was barely warm. Smiling to himself and picking up another cookie, he headed into the bedroom.
He heard the shower running and decided to relax on the bed and wait for her to come out. She liked to jog on Sunday mornings and was cranky unless she showered afterwards.
He lay down and took a bite of his second cookie before he felt something hit his face. A second drop hit quickly afterwards, and Sam opened his eyes. There she was, his beautiful Jessica. Pinned to the ceiling just like his mother had been, twenty-two years to the day before. Her mouth was open in horror, her eyes wide and terrified. Her stomach was covered in blood and her arms and legs were arranged like she was trying to push off and land on the bed.
"NO!" Sam shouted. He reached up for her just as she burst into flames.
"Sam!" two voices rang out. Sam sat up in bed trying to get to his flaming girlfriend.
"Jess! Jess!" Sam cried, not noticing when Buffy and Dean burst into the room. He didn't notice when Dean pulled Sam against him or when Buffy pushed the two out into the hallway just as a column of flames snaked out to get them.
"Get him out of here! I'll be right behind you!" Buffy shouted to Dean, above the roar of the flames and the cries and pleading of Sam.
Dean just nodded, pulling Sam out of the flaming house for the second time in their lives.
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Buffy reached her brothers as the cop finished her interrogation. "I'm sorry for your loss," she said before flipping her notepad closed and leaving.
"You alright? Health-wise?" Buffy asked Sam.
He glared at her, but shrugged. "I'm fine."
Buffy glanced at Dean, and she knew that he felt the same worry that she did. They followed their bother to the trunk of the Impala and opened it. Sam pulled out a shotgun from under his waistband, cocked it, then tossed it into the trunk. "We've got work to do," he growled, slamming the lid.
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Across the street four people huddled close together, watching the siblings. "She didn't recognize you?" one asked.
"No. She didn't even recognize her own name," another replied.
"But you're sure it's her?" the first asked.
"Yeah. Once a Slayer, always a Slayer," the second answered. "But her life was very different this time around."
"Could that have influenced her not being Called this time?" a third asked.
"It's possible, though I'm sure it's more that she was already activated," the fourth answered. "With the botched spell, she wouldn't have been activated twice. If anything the spell to activate all the Potentials activated her as well." The first one scowled at the mention of the spell but kept her mouth shut.
"How do we get her to trust us?" the third one asked.
"We wait. Sooner or later she will remember. Being a Slayer might make it quicker, but we have to wait for her," the fourth one answered.
"At least she's doin' something that will help her on that front," the second said, eyeing the brothers.
"That's the best we can hope for," the fourth agreed. "Hunting will help remind her of who she is, hopefully sooner rather than later."