Amy Winchester was only a baby when her Mother was killed by a demon. Her brothers Sam and Dean were older when it happened, Dean especially. He was ten years old at the time, and her other brother, Sam, was only six.
Amy grew up feeling like she was being treated like a 3 year-old all the time. It wasn't because she was the youngest, though that was part of it, it was because she was the only girl in the family. Her father was reluctant to let her train like her brothers, but he eventually relented. She treated her father with a certain amount of respect, but she was always arguing with her brothers, more with Dean than Sam.
Since Sam had left for Stanford Amy had been stuck with Dean most of the time. She saw her Dad very little.
Dean was reluctant to let Amy accompany him on any jobs, but he was forced to accept that Amy was, after all, sixteen years-old, and that when she wanted to she could be an extremely good hunter and fighter. She was also extremely fast as well, able to sprint faster than either of her brothers.
It was quite late when Amy and Dean Winchester arrived at the motel. Amy was feeling in a mood because of an argument that she had recently had with him about the whereabouts of their father. It did not help that she was also tired and had a headache from Dean's constant need to listen to loud music. That was why she started to argue with him again the minute they arrived at their room.
" You know, some people don't feel the need to play their music as loud as possible all the time," Amy snapped at Dean." Normal people that is."
" When will you shut up and stop annoying the hell out of me?" Dean asked her. Amy folded her arms and threw herself onto one of the motel beds. She grabbed the remote for the small television and flicked it on. Dean grabbed it out of her hand almost a split second after she had flicked the television on.
" Give it back!" Amy shouted, making a grab for it. Dean jerked it away from her just in time, laughing.
" You sound like a sulky little toddler, Amy," Dean told her.
" You sound like an asswipe," Amy snapped." Just give me the fucking remote Dean."
" Language, squirt," Dean said, using the nickname he had coined for her several years ago, knowing that this would annoy her.
" Don't call me squirt, Dean," Amy said angrily. She grabbed for the remote again, this time succeeding in grabbing it. Dean yanked it hard, causing Amy to topple into him hard.
" Fuck off, Amy!" Dean shouted at her as she attempted to wrestle it from him." For gods sake!"
He succeeded again in fending her off. Amy glared at him, admitting defeat. She threw herself onto her bed, her face buried in her pillow. She was silent for ages, and Dean thought that she must have fallen asleep.
' Good,' Dean thought.' The kid needs it.'
" Dean?" Amy's voice was muffled by the pillow.
" What is it squirt?"
Amy propped herself up on one elbow, ignoring the fact that Dean had called her squirt. Dean spotted tear tracks on her face, but pretended he hadn't.
" Do you think Dad's O.K?" Amy asked him. Dean sighed in annoyance, turning the television off.
" We've already had this conversation," Dean said shortly, staring fixedly at the wall opposite the bed he was lying on." I'm sure he's fine Amy."
" Yeah, but are you just saying that to make me feel better?" Amy persisted.
" Go to sleep, squirt," Dean told her, flicking the television on again. Amy swung her legs off the bed, angry again.
" You always say that!" She shouted." You never talk to me ever! You talk to Dad when he's here!"
" That's because it's Dad!" Dean shouted back at her for the millionth time." Why do we always end up talking about this?"
" Because it's fucking annoying!" Amy screamed at him." Hell, you even talked to Sam more than you talk to me!"
" What the hell, Amy?" Dean shouted, taken aback at the sudden mention of Sam." Why the fuck did you just bring Sam up? He left Amy, so what's your problem?"
Amy stood up and made for the door.
" Where the hell do you think your going?" Dean demanded.
" Away from you!" Amy shouted, opening to door. Dean stood up, clutching the television remote tightly.
" Amy Samantha Winchester, do not go out that door!" Dean shouted, sick of having to constantly do the same routine over and over again.
" Watch me!" Amy yelled.
" Fine! Go!" Dean yelled at her." In fact, don't come back and see if I give a shit!"
" FINE!" Amy screamed at him, storming out of the room. She walked around the motel for a bit, before she sat cross-legged next to the impala. That was when everything kicked in and she started crying.
" Damn," She muttered, wiping her eyes. She usually didn't cry, but it seemed that she was feeling sensitive that particular night. Everything had decided to jump to her brain all at once. The fact that her father was missing, all of the arguing with Dean, though on reflection she thought that it was probably her fault that Dean had got so riled up. She was to stubborn to admit it to him though.
Did he really mean not to come back? What if she did go back and he refused to let her in or something? Or what if she didn't and he left without her, thinking that she was gone.
She was reminded suddenly of Sam. He had left for Stanford and not come back, even when Amy had begged him not to go. Her Dad and Dean had argued with him so badly that night. Amy had been frightened.
*flashback*
Fourteen year-old Amy was huddled in the corner of the motel room as her Dad and her brothers yelled at eachother. She saw that Dean was obviously not on Sam's side. She didn't know if she was or wasn't, which was why she was huddled in the corner.
" Sam, if you walk out that door don't you ever come back again!" Amy heard her father shout. That did it. Amy jumped up from the corner and ran over to Sam.
" Please, Sammy," Amy pleaded." Don't go."
" You be good, squirt," Sam said to her, his eyes looking pained. He hugged her tightly, before going out the door.
Amy screamed at her father angrily after Sam left, earning her a wallop on the arm. Dean hugged her awkwardly, trying to comfort her.
" It's O.K, Amy," Dean said." We're better without him, you'll see."
But Amy knew that he was lying.
*end flashback*
" Amy!"
Amy jumped at the sound of Dean calling her name. She wiped her eyes once again, before indicating where she was. Dean spotted her hand and ran over to her.
" You answer when I call you!" Dean shouted at her.
" I did," Amy told him, confused.
" Amy, I called you ten times!"
" Oh," Amy said, slightly ashamed. She stood up, surprised when Dean enveloped her in a big brother hug.
" Dean! What the hell are you doing?" Amy asked him. Dean released her, looking relieved.
" I was, you know-" He said awkwardly." Worried."
" You were worried?" Amy asked him. Dean nodded.
" Yeah, I was," Dean said." Your my little sister, squirt. I'm sorry for-you know-"
" Fine," Amy said, walking back to the motel room.
That night Amy dreamed about Sam. She dreamed about all of the times that she had watched him attempt to complete the obstacle courses that their Dad had set up for them. All of the times that Sam had comforted her when Dean just got frustrated or confused.
Then she dreamed about when he left again.
" Please, Sammy, don't go," She whispered.
" Amy!"
Amy jumped, almost headbutting Dean in the face. He jumped back just in time, swearing.
" What time is it?" Amy mumbled.
" 5:00," Dean stated." Get up."
" Fuck you," Amy grumbled.
" Don't be rude, squirt," Dean warned.
" Your an ass," Amy told him, covering her face with the cover.
" Fine, be difficult," Dean said. Amy found herself being suddenly doused with freezing cold water.
" DEAN!" She screamed. Dean laughed at her, a now empty glass of water in his hand.
" Whatever, little mermaid," He said." Get ready to leave."
" Douchebag," Amy snapped, throwing a punch at him. Dean blocked her and shoved her towards the bathroom.
Once she had woken up properly Amy was in a marginally better mood. Dean and Amy managed to get ready to leave without to much arguing
" Where are we going anyway?" Amy asked him, her arms folded.
" Stanford," Dean replied shortly. Amy jerked in her seat, staring at her brother disbelievingly.
" You mean to Sam?" She asked him.
" Yeah," Dean said.
" Stop the car," Amy said suddenly." Pull over."
" Why? What's wrong?"
" I FEEL SICK, YOU STUPID JERK!" Amy screamed at him, causing him to jump.
" What's your problem?" Dean demanded, keeping his foot firmly on the gas." You begged Sam to stay with us. You even yelled your head off at Dad about it, for fuck's sake!"
" Yeah, but did he stay?" Amy spat, suddenly feeling uncharacteristic hate towards her absent brother." No, he fucking didn't."
" Hey, you be nice when we get there, alright," Dean warned her." It's gonna be hard as it is to convince him to come."
" Only if you are," Amy muttered.
The drive was long. They drove for a day and a half, not stopping very much at all. Dean drank countless amounts of coffee to keep himself awake.
" You know, if you let me drive you could sleep for a bit," Amy said casually during the journey.
" Nice try, squirt," Dean said.
" It was worth a go," Amy said.
When they finally arrived at the student apartment building at Stanford, it was dark.
" Maybe we should wait for morning, Dean," Amy said.
" Your just putting the family reunion off, aren't you?" Dean saw straight through her as usual. Amy sighed, following Dean into the building. Dean picked the lock, entering the apartment that Sam was in. Amy followed him in.
" Great," Amy whispered." Now what are we gonna do?"
There was a scuffle, then suddenly Amy felt somebody tackle her. She fell to the ground, swearing.
" Shit!" She shouted.
" Amy?" Sam asked. Amy flipped him onto his back, glaring at him.
" You idiot!" She snapped at him. Then she felt somebody pulling her off Sam.
" Wow, dude!" She heard Dean say." You let your little sister beat you? Man, your out of shape."
" Dean?" Sam asked, getting up off the floor." What the hell are you doing here?"
" Well, I was looking for a beer," Dean said.
" Dean, don't be a fucking smartass," Amy snarled.
" Language, squirt," Dean warned her once again." We're now in pleasant company."
" Sam?" The lights flicked on and a girl stood next to Sam.
" Hey, Jess," Sam smiled when he saw her." Amy, Dean, this is my girlfriend, Jess."
" Very pleasant company," Dean muttered to Amy. She stamped on his foot, causing him to swear.
" Why the hell are you here?" Sam repeated.
" I love the smurfs," Dean smirked, pointing to Jessica's tight fitting t-shirt.
" Just let me put something on," Jessica said.
" No, no, no, I wouldn't dream of it. Seriously," Dean told her. Amy stamped on his foot again.
" Shut up, you idiot," She hissed at him.
" What is your problem now?" Dean remarked, not caring to keep his voice down.
" You know who my problem is!" Amy snapped, glancing at Sam.
" Amy," Sam said." What's going on? Why the hell are you here?"
" We gotta borrow your boyfriend for a minute," Dean told Jess." Talk about some private family business, but, uh, nice meeting you."
" No, no, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her," Sam said.
" Why?" Amy asked stubbornly. Dean shot her a warning look before she could continue any further.
" Okay, um, Dad hasn't been home in a few days," Dean said.
" So he's working overtime on a Miller time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later," Sam said.
" Sam," Amy said." Dad's on a hunting trip, and he hasn't been home in a few days."
Sam understood immediately what she was getting at.
" Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside," Sam told her. Amy was outside in an instant, Sam just seconds before Dean was. He opened his mouth to say something to her, but was cut off when Dean did actually arrive.
" Sammy, we need your help," Dean said. Sam shook his head, looking amused.
" What's so fucking funny?" Amy snapped at him. Sam looked at her, taken aback. The amused look vanished from his face in an instant.
" Come on, be reasonable, Amy," Sam said." You can't just break into my apartment, in the middle of the night, and expect me to hit the road with you."
" Sammy, I don't think you heard me," Dean said." Dad's missing. I need you to help me find him."
" You?" Amy said suddenly." What do you mean 'to help me find him'? Don't you think I care?"
" Amy, don't start," Dean warned her." Please, or so help me I will lock you in the fucking trunk."
Amy fell silent, before storming off to the impala. The two brothers watched their sister go.
" She's different," Sam commented. He sounded concerned.
" What did you expect, exactly?" Dean asked him." Now, look, are you gonna come with us or not?"
" I'm not Dean," Sam sighed.
Amy watched her brothers talking to eachother. The closer she looked, it seemed more like arguing than talking. She smiled grimly. A while after Sam had left she had fantasized that he would somehow come back and they would be a big happy family again, but after a month she gave up on her hope and faced the fact that Sam wasn't ever coming back.
She hadn't realized in her sadness how much she hated him for leaving. Now Amy did realize, and she felt angry. She wanted to punch some part of him.
The truth was that when she realized that her brother had got out, and she was stuck, she went through a very rough patch. She didn't show it, but she had a lot of respect for Dean for dealing with her the way he had. He made sure that their Dad didn't suspect anything, always cleaned her up and got her sobered up for when he was there.
*flashback*
Dean Winchester called his sister's cell for the billionth time, but she didn't answer. He decided to go and look for her again, to see if she was in the local bar or somewhere like that. He had put off going there, but it was the most likely place to look.
' If she's drunk again, I'm going to fucking kill her,' Dean thought.
He was walking when he spotted a figure stumbling towards him. He continued walking, ignoring the person. From the way they were staggering, they were probably pissed as hell.
As he passed, the person grabbed his arm roughly.
" What the fuck do you think you're doing!" Dean yelled at the figure.
" Dean?"
" Amy?" Dean saw his 14-year-old sister staring up at him, her eyes bloodshot. He saw that her face was bruised and she looked barely concious." What the hell is wrong with you?"
" There's nothing fucking wrong!" Amy shouted at him, throwing a punch at his face suddenly. Dean caught her fist, catching her as she stumbled and fell forward.
" Get off me!" Amy screamed at him. Dean wrinkled his nose. She stank of alcohol and vomit.
" Amy, are you drunk again?" He asked her. She looked up at him, shaking her head slightly.
" M' not," She muttered, before throwing up all over him.
Once Dean had cleaned her up he looked at the extent of the damage to her face. There were loads of bruises covering her cheeks and a huge yellowing bruise on her forehead. Dean looked down and saw that her hands were cut to hell as well.
" Shit," Dean swore, immediately cleaning the wounds on Amy's hands. She was vacant whilst he did this.
Eventually, when she was all bandaged up and slightly more sober, Dean started.
" WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" Dean yelled at her. Amy jumped, looking at him in surprise with her bloodshot eyes." WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?"
" I was missing Sam," Amy said." I was upset."
" YOU'RE ALWAYS FUCKING MISSING SAM!" Dean continued to yell." I MISS HIM TO AMY! BUT I'M NOT FUCKING PISSED ALL THE TIME!"
Dean continued to shout at her. Amy flinched with every word he said.
" DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU PUT ME THROUGH EVERY SINGLE TIME YOU DECIDE THAT YOUR GOING TO MISS SAM?" Dean demanded." YOU COULD BE DEAD FOR ALL I KNOW! I'VE GOT ENOUGH TO WORRY ABOUT WITHOUT HAVING TO FETCH MY LITTLE SISTER FROM THE PUB ALMOST EVERY NIGHT! YOU ARE SUCH A SELFISH LITTLE BITCH, AMY! YOU NEVER THINK ABOUT ANYBODY BUT YOURSELF ANYMORE! YOUR TO BUSY DRINKING AS MUCH FUCKING ALCOHOL AS YOU CAN! I DON'T KNOW YOU ANY MORE! I CAN'T KEEP ON KEEPING EVERYTHING FROM DAD!"
" I-I'm sorry," Amy said.
" NO YOUR NOT!" Dean continued." IF YOU WERE THE SLIGHTEST BIT SORRY YOU WOULD STOP!"
Amy covered her ears against his words, tears beginning to pour down her cheeks. Then, without warning, she jumped up and ran out of the door, grabbing the impala keys as she went.
" Amy?" Dean asked." AMY!"
He ran immediately after her, though it seemed that in her drunken state she was somehow faster than she usually was. He saw her open the boot of the impala and got to her as she was attempting to slice her wrist with a large silver knife.
" AMY!" Dean yelled at her, knocking the knife out of her hand. It clattered to the ground, a slight tinge of crimson blood visible on it's surface. Amy sank to the ground, her wrist bleeding quite badly from the cut that she had managed to make before Dean had stopped her. She put her hands over her ears again, crying silently, rocking back and forth.
Dean stood there in shock, staring disbelievingly at the knife on the ground, then at his sister.
" Wh-why, Amy?" He asked her. Amy shook her head, obviously having heard him despite the fact that her hands were over her ears.
" Amy!" Dean knelt down and wrenched her hands off her ears." Why would you do that? AMY!"
" It's-better," Amy sniffed." If I'm not here-easier for you. No more worrying, you don't have to keep caring. Easier for Dad. Easier for everybody."
" What?" Dean asked her incredulously." What kind of shit is that? Do you really think that if I minded caring about you I would keep on doing it?"
" But-you just said..."
" I was mad at you Amy, for keeping on doing this," Dean tried to reassure her." What I said was rude. I didn't mean most of it."
" But I am a selfish little bitch," Amy said angrily." I am!"
" Your my little sister, squirt," Dean said." I love you. But you gotta promise me to never do this again."
Amy nodded in agreement, tears pouring down her face again. Dean wrapped his arms around her, giving her a hug before helping her up and back to the motel room.
*flashback end*
" You O.K, Amy?"
Amy jumped in surprise as Dean asked her a question. She nodded quickly, frowning when she saw that Sam had accompanied him to the impala.
" I'm curious," Sam asked, directing the question at Amy." When Dad left, why didn't you go with him?"
" We were working our own gig," Amy said shortly.
" He let you go hunting by yourselves?" Sam asked." He let you go on a hunting trip?"
" I'm sixteen, Sam," Amy said." I can take care of myself."
" Yeah, and I'm 26 dude," Dean remarked. He rummaged in the trunk of the car for a minute before producing a book and some papers.
" Right, here we go," Dean said." So dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop outside of Jericho, California."
" About a month ago this guy-" Dean showed Sam a newspaper clipping." They found his car but he'd vanished, completely M.I.A."
" Maybe he was kidnapped?" Sam asked, as if it was obvious.
" Yeah, right, so Dad disappears for days and days because some guy was kidnapped?" Amy asked sarcastically. Sam gave her a frustrated look.
" Please don't try to be smart with me, Amy," Sam asked her." I'm tired and annoyed."
" I'm sorry, I wasn't aware you were on your period!" Amy shouted at him.
" Amy, car," Dean said firmly." Now."
" Why?" Amy demanded, deciding to push it because she was feeling pissed as hell.
" Amy, do as I fucking tell you!" Dean yelled at her." I'm really not in the mood!"
Amy got in the impala, slamming the door as she went. She curled up in a ball in the backseat, pulling her sleeve down to stare at the faint scar on her wrist from the silver knife over a year ago. She knew that she had cut it quite deep, but she hadn't expected it to still be visible a year afterwards.
She didn't hear the rest of the conversation that her brothers were having. In fact, she wasn't really paying much attention until Dean got in the car and sat in silence. Amy could tell that he was mad at her, and was just waiting for the right moment to start.
" You know, when I said be nice, I meant be nice," Dean said, glaring at her in the rear view mirror.
" I was going to be," Amy said. Dean snorted disbelievingly." I really was, but it all-came back to me."
" What came back to you?" Dean asked, though he already knew.
" The stuff," Amy covered her wrist with her sleeve again." I'm sorry."
" Fine, whatever," Dean rolled his eyes." No more chick flick stuff, O.K. And I really wasn't joking about locking you in the trunk."
Amy smiled at this.
After about fifteen minutes Sam came back out to the impala with his bag and threw it in the trunk.
" Don't tell Sam," Amy said quickly to Dean before Sam got in the car." Not any of it."
Dean just nodded, and Amy knew that he would keep quiet. She wasn't even sure why she had thought that he would tell Sam.
The ride was fairly silent for the first part. Eventually, Sam spoke.
" How've you been then, squirt?" He asked. Amy shrugged at him.
" Fine," She said." Hunting stuff. Annoying Dean. Being a lesbian."
" What the f-" Sam started. Amy laughed at him.
" Joking, Sam," Amy said." I'm not a lesbian."
" She got you good, Sammy," Dean laughed. Sam glared at her through the rear view mirror, but Amy knew that he wasn't really angry.
They kept on driving for another couple of hours or so, before stopping for food at a station. Dean got out of the impala, leaving Amy and Sam in awkward silence.
" So," Amy began." Jess seems-nice."
" Yeah," Sam smiled." She is."
Amy nodded, undoing her seat belt and bringing her legs up so that her feet rested on the seat. She hugged her knees, staring out the window.
" Amy, are you really fine?" Sam asked her suddenly.
" Yes," Amy snapped, a little to quickly. Sam wasn't convinced. He twisted in his seat so he could look her in the eye.
" What's wrong, squirt?" He sighed." You've been in a mood with me ever since you and Dean busted in."
" Look, Sam, I don't really want to tell you because you'll have a go at me, O.K?" Amy said.
" Try me," Sam said seriously. Amy sighed, brushing her hair out of her face.
" When I said don't go, Sam," Amy said, looking him in the eyes." It meant don't go. Not go and forget about us."
" That's not fair, Amy," Sam immediately started arguing." I didn't forget about you! I wanted to go for ages, Amy, but I knew that Dad would never let me."
" You could have called!" Amy shouted at him.
" Would you have picked up?" Sam argued." Would Dean?"
" Yes, I would have fucking picked up, Sam,"Amy said." Don't bullshit me."
" How are you two getting along then?" Dean asked as he got back in the car.
" Fine," Sam snapped.
" Fine," Amy also snapped. Dean rolled his eyes at them both, sensing that they obviously weren't.
" Hungry?" Dean asked.
" How'd you pay for all that stuff?" Sam asked him." You and Dad still running credit card scams?"
" Yeah, well. Hunting ain't exactly a pro-ball career. Besides, all we do is apply. It's not our fault they send us the cards," Dean said.
" Yeah?" Sam said." And what names did you write on the application this time?"
" Burt Aframian," Dean said in a serious tone." And his sone, Hector. Scored two cards out the deal."
" And seriously," Sam continued." I swear man, you gotta update your cassette-tape collection!"
" Why?" Dean demanded. Amy giggled, causing him to scowl at her.
" Well for one, they're cassette tapes. And two, Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica? It's the greatest hits of mullet rock," Sam said.
" Yeah, well Hector here is set on never updating his music collection ever," Amy said. Dean scowled at her again.
" Feet off the seats, squirt," He told her." House rules."
Amy stuck her tongue out at him, keeping her feet up.
" Amy, feet down, now," Dean ordered her.
" Nu-uh, feet up," Amy smirked at him.
" Down!"
" Up!"
Sam laughed at them both.
" Wow," Sam said." You guys are about three years old, aren't you?"
" Oh yeah, and Sammy?" Dean said, in response to Sam's jibe." Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole."
" You know, Sammy is a chubby 12 years old. It's Sam," Sam told Dean. Amy smirked as Dean turned the music up loud.
" Sorry I can't hear you!" Dean shouted at him." The music's to loud!"
Amy put her feet down as they got on the road again. She started to get a headache again from the loud music. Dean only played his music really loud when he was worried. Or, in this case, he wanted to annoy somebody.
" Dean, can't you turn the bloody music down already?" Amy yelled at him. Dean shook his head, and she could tell that he was smirking slightly.
" Back seat shuts her cakehole too, squirt," Dean told her. Amy glared at the back of his head, folding her arms across her chest." Hey, check it out."
Dean pulled over, pointing to a bridge up ahead with police swarming all over it.
" Do you think-" Amy began.
" Yeah, I think," Dean interrupted her. He pulled two fake I.D's out of the glove compartment and handed one to Sam. Sam looked at it, eyebrow raised.
" Federal Marshal?"
" Yep," Dean confirmed." Amy, your an intern."
" Why do I have to be the intern, make him the intern," Amy pointed to Sam.
" Let me put it this way," Dean said." If you ain't an intern your staying in the car."
Amy huffed and got out the impala. She gave Dean the finger as he got out in front of her. Sam smirked when she did this.
As they neared Amy spotted an abandoned car and people examining it. They didn't seem to be having much luck.
" So, this kid Troy, he's dating your daughter?" One police officer asked another.
" Yeah," the one he was talking to replied.
" How's Amy doing?"
Amy jumped slightly. Dean smirked at her, causing her to scowl at him.
" She's putting up missing posters downtown."
" You fella's had another one just like this last month, didn't you?" Dean asked the police officer with the daughter named Amy.
" Who are you?" The officer asked. Dean smirked again, flashing his fake ID. Amy knew that he thought it was amusing to watch police officers reactions to his various fake ID's.
" Federal Marshals," Dean said. Sam flashed his ID to, though he didn't look happy about it.
" You three are a little young for Marshal's," the officer looked at Amy." You particularly young lady."
" No, no, she's an intern," Dean told him, pretending to be shocked that he would think otherwise. Amy almost stamped on his foot at this.
" Yes," Amy said." Yes, I am."
" You did have another one like this, correct?" Dean asked, getting back on the subject.
" Yeah, about miles up the road," The polic officer said. " And there have been others before that."
"So this victim, you knew him?" Sam asked.
" In a town like this, everybody knows everybody," The officer told him.
" Any connections between the victims besides that they're all men?" Dean asked him
" No, not so far as we can tell."
" So, what's the theory?" Sam asked him.
" Honestly? We don't know. Serial murder, kidnapping ring," the officer shrugged.
" Well, that's exactly the kind of crack police work that I'd expect out of you guys," Dean said, causing Sam to step heavily on his foot.
" Thankyou for your time," Sam said quickly. When they were out of earshot Dean smacked him over the head.
" Why'd you step on my foot!"
" Why'd you have to talk to police like that?"
" Oh come on Sammy," Amy said." They don't really know what their doing."
" Can I help you?" the sherrif, who had just walked up to them asked.
" No, we were just leaving," Amy smiled sweetly. As they walked, they passed two agents talking.
" Agent Mulder, Agent Scully," Amy adressed them solemnly. Sam pushed her past them quickly, keeping a firm grip on her all the way back to the impala.
" Get off me!" Amy snapped when they got to the impala. She shook herself free of his grip and punched his shoulder." What's the deal?"
" It's bad enough Dean talking to cops like that, but you?" Sam asked. Amy shrugged, uncaring.
" For god's sake Sam!" Amy shouted at him." Would you please stop!"
" Stop what?" Sam demanded.
" Stop having a go!" Amy shouted at him.
" Me? You've been on a mission to pick a fight ever since I agreed to hit the road with you!" Sam shouted back at her.
" O.K, time out," Dean said quickly." Amy-"
" Car, I know," Amy sighed, slamming the door.
" And you, please, give the kid a break," Dean said to Sam. He got in the drivers seat, Sam not soon after him. Amy glared at the back of both her brothers heads. Dean, for keeping on sending her in the impala. Sam, because she was pissed at him.
" So, what now?" Sam asked.
" We should go look for that Amy girl," Dean said." She's hanging up posters downtown, it shouldn't really be that hard to find her."
They drove for downtown, on the lookout for a girl hanging up missing posters. Eventually, they spotted her outside the theatre.
" You must be Amy," Dean said to her when they had crossed the road. She nodded warily.
" Yeah," She confirmed.
" Troy told us about you. We're his uncles. I'm Dean, this is Sammy, and this is his cousin, also called Amy," Dean told her.
"He never mentioned you to me" she said, still wary.
" Well that's Troy, I guess," Dean sighed convincingly. " We're not around much. We're up in Modesto. So we're looking for him too, and we're kind of asking around."
"Do you mind if we ask you a couple questions?" Sam asked her.
"I was on the phone with Troy. He was driving home" the girl told them. " He said he would call me right back, but he didn't."
" He didn't say anything strange or out of the ordinary?" Sam asked her.
"No, nothing I can remember"
"I like your necklace," Amy spoke, pointing to it.
The girl looked down and pulled it out of her shirt to show them properly. It was a small silver pentagram on a chain.
" Troy gave it to me. It was mostly to scare my parents with all that devil stuff," She laughed slightly at this.
" Actually, a pentagram means just the opposite," Sam said suddenly." It's actually a strong protection against evil, really powerful."
" Wow," Amy said sarcastically to her brother." Thankyou Unsolved mysteries."
Sam stomped on her foot, causing her to grimace. She attempted to stomp his foot back, but he had already moved it.
" Anyway, here's the deal," Dean said." The way Troy dissapeared isn't right, so if you've heard anything, any old legends, anything out of the ordinary...?"
" Well," the girl started, looking slightly uncomfortable." There is this one legend. People have started talking about it because of all of these missing guys-apparently this girl died on Centennial like years and years ago and supposedly she's now, like, a spirit who gets men to pick her up and-"
" What?" Amy asked her.
" Well, they just dissappear."
The Winchester's decided to go and research at the library. Dean searched 'female murder hitchhiking', but nothing came up on the search results.
" Try female murder centennial highway," Amy suggested. Dean nodded in agreement, but again no results came up.
" Let me try," Sam said, reaching for the mouse, but Dean smacked his hand away. Sam rolled his eyes and shoved Dean's chair out the way.
" You're such a control freak!" Dean protested. Amy laughed at him and leaned in closer to see what Sam was doing.
" Angry spirits are born out of violent death, right?" Sam asked." Well, if I type-"
" Female suicide centennial highway," Amy said, realizing what he was getting at. Sam nodded, pointing to the result that came up.
" Here it is, in 1981 Constance Welch, 24, jumps off Sylvania Bridge and drowns in the river."
" Does it say why?" Dean asked. Sam nodded, looking suddenly grim.
" Yeah, it says that an hour before they found her, she called 911. Her two little kids were in the bathtub, she leaves them alone for a minute, comes back and they aren't breathing. Both died."
" 'Our babies were gone and Constance just couldn't bear it,' said husband, Joseph Welch," Amy read, shuddering slightly.
" Hey, look," Dean said as he scanned the article. He pointed to the picture of a bridge." Look familiar?"
Sam and Amy both looked at it. It was the same bridge that they had been to that morning, the one where Dean and Amy had been rude to the cops.
" Right, we need to check that place out again tonight," Amy said.
" You mean us two, right?" Sam asked, frowning. He pointed to him and Dean to clarify his point.
" No, I mean all of us, Sam," Amy glared at him." I'm not a baby anymore, I'm sixteen. I can take care of myself."
" But-" Sam started, but Dean interrupted him.
" Sam, she's made up her mind," Dean said." You're not gonna sway her."
Amy smiled triumphantly at this, and walked away, leaving an amused Dean and a disgruntled and concerned Sam.
They waited until nightfall to go to the bridge, parking where they had that morning. Amy was out the impala first, eager to get started. Doing work on a job always took her mind off things, and she certainly needed to do that.
" So, this is where Constance took the swan dive, huh?" Dean said, peering over the edge of the bridge.
Sam glanced over as well. Amy did the same, noting how large the fall was.
" A pretty big one, by the looks of it," She said. Dean nodded in agreement, coming away from the edge.
" Right, we're gonna to have to do some digging around," Dean said." It may take a while."
" Dean, I gotta be-" Sam began.
" Yeah, yeah, I know," Dean said." The interview."
" Interview?" Amy asked.
" Yeah, an important interview," Sam stressed. Amy folded her arms, giving him a calculating look.
" Just out of curiousity, have you told Jessica anything?" Amy asked." Does she know about anything you've done, or what we do?"
" No, and she's never going to," Sam said firmly. Dean looked at him, starting to get in on the conversation too.
" Well, that's healthy!" Dean said. Sam looked at them both, before rolling his eyes.
" Here we go," He sighed.
" What's that supposed to mean?" Amy snapped.
" You two are gonna start with me, aren't you?" Sam asked wearily." I knew this would happen."
" Face it, you can pretend all you want Sammy, but sooner or later your gonna have to face up to who you really are."
" And who is that, exactly?" Sam questioned.
" One of us, Sam!" Amy snarled at him.
" No, I'm not like you, Amy. This is not going to be my life!"
" You have a fucking responsibility Sammy!" Dean shouted at him, starting to get angry alongside Amy. Sam shook his head, looking incredulous.
" What, to Dad and his crusade?" Sam said." And anyway, even if we did find the thing that killed Mom, she's isn't coming back!"
" Don't talk about her like that!" Dean yelled, shoving Sam against the bridge. Amy was glaring at Sam as well. Sam looked at her.
" Amy, your sixteen! You shouldn't have to deal with this kind of life!" Sam shouted at her. " For god's sake, if not for the pictures you wouldn't even know what Mom looked like!"
" BUT I STILL FUCKING CARE!" Amy screamed at him, and suddenly she was attacking him. Dean was frozen in shock for a moment before he pulled her off Sam, still kicking and screaming. Sam was also frozen, his lip swolled and bleeding, his eye bruised.
" Amy, calm the hell down, O.K!" Dean said hurriedly. Amy looked at him, tears pouring down her cheeks. She sniffed, wiping her eyes.
" O.K," She said, taking a deep breath.
" Err, guys," Sam said. They both looked at him, then to where he was pointing. There was a woman wearing a white dress standing on the edge of the bridge, clinging to the rail. She let go and fell into the river below. The three Winchester's ran over to the edge.
" Where'd she go?" Dean asked.
" I don't know," Sam said, shrugging. Amy sighed, coming away from the edge. Then she heard the growl of an engine starting up. She turned to the source of the noise.
" Err, Dean," She said, backing up.
" What?" Dean asked, turning towards her.
" Who's driving your car?" She asked. Dean looked at the car, which was flashing it's lights and revving it's engine. He pulled his car keys out of his pocket.
" Shit," Dean said, as an evaluation of the situation.
Suddenly, the impala drove at them at a fast speed. Amy began to run down the bridge at a faster speed than her brothers, pausing slightly to let them catch up.
" OFF THE EDGE!" Sam shouted." NOW!"
Amy felt both of her brothers grab her arms and pull her over the edge with them. One of them let go as her feet impacted on the ground. She fell forward, grimacing and her ankles stung slightly. Looking up, Amy saw that Sam still had hold of her arm, but Dean had apparently disappeared.
" Dean!" Amy called.
" Dean!" Sam joined in.
" Over here," Dean grumbled, coming out the water covered in mud and sludge." You can stop yelling my bloody name."
He collapsed onto the bank, groaning.
" I'm taking a wild guess that your pissed as hell, right?" Amy asked him, standing up from her spot on the ground. Dean gave her a scowl.
" Gee, you think?" He snapped, getting up. Amy wrinkled her nose, as did Sam." That Constance chick-what a BITCH!"
After getting up he immediately went over to the impala to check that it was O.K. Sam rolled his eyes, raised his eyebrow, amused.
" Is the car alright?" He asked. Dean nodded, obviously relieved.
" Well, what now then, Captain Perfume?" Amy asked.
" Shut it, Amy," Dean snapped.
" Dude, she's got a point," Sam said." You smell like a toilet."
" Thanks, Sammy, that's awfully kind of you," Dean said." Hug?"
Sam dodged Dean and got in the impala quickly. Amy did the same when Dean turned on her as well. Laughing now, Dean got in the drivers seat and drove to a hotel so that they (especially him) could clean up.
He went to get a room and Amy and Sam were left alone by the car.
" Sammy?" Amy asked. Sam looked at her, his face quite emotionless.
" What?"
" I'm sorry," Amy apologized." I shouldn't have lost it."
" No, Amy, i'm the one that should be sorry," Sam said." I shouldn't have said what I did."
" Thanks," Amy said. Then she without warning hugged him tightly. Sam was bewildered for a second, before he hugged her back.
" Glad you two are finally getting long," Dean's voice came. Amy let go of Sam, turning to face him. Dean's expression was very serious.
" What's wrong?" Amy asked him.
" Dad was here," Dean told them." Follow me."
Sam and Amy followed him until he stopped in front of a room.
" Anyone got a pin?" Dean muttered. Amy nodded handing him a bobby pin. Dean picked the lock, and entered the room. It was a mess. There were pictures plastered all over the walls, stuff littering the entire floor and there was a strange smell that hung about the room.
" Eww," Amy grimaced when she stepped on something that squished under her foot. She looked down, seeing that it was a half eaten cheeseburger. Dean bent down and picked it up.
" He hasn't been here for at least a couple of days," Dean said, sniffing it.
" Your disgusting, you know that, right?" Amy told him. Dean shrugged, not particularly bothered by her comment.
" Hungry?" He asked, shoving it in her face.
" Fuck off," Amy snapped, knocking it out of his hand.
" Salt, cat's eye shells," Sam said, searching through the mess." He was worried."
" Do you think something was after him?" Amy asked.
" He obviously thought that something was," Sam said. Dean frowned as he listened to this. He turned to look through the stuff plastered to the walls. Amy joined him. Suddenly, Dean pointed to a spot on the wall.
" There, Centennial highway victims," Dean said.
" I don't get it?" Amy said." There's no real pattern, not really. I mean, their all different ages, different ethnicities-"
" Different careers," Dean finished her sentence. Amy nodded in agreement." I know, but there's always some kind of connection right? They've got to have something in common."
" Sam, you have any ideas?" Amy asked her other brother.
" No," Sam laughed." But Dad did."
Amy walked over to where he was. Sam pointed to the same article that they had found in the library, except that it had their father's writing scrawled all over it.
" Dad figured it out," Amy said.
" Constance Welch, she's a woman in white!" Sam said. Dean immediately started smirking.
" You sly dogs," He said. He continued smirking, staring at Amy. Amy rolled her eyes at him.
" Dean, stop smirking, I know what a woman in white is," Amy sighed. Dean's expression fell.
" Damn," He muttered. Amy rolled her eyes again. No doubt Dean had been looking forward to telling her all about it. Hoping to embarass her, probably.
" Right, well, if we're dealing with a woman in white Dad would have already destroyed the corpse," Dean said.
" Not neccessarily," Sam said." She might have other weaknesses."
" Dad would have made sure though," Dean argued.
" Dean, it doesen't say where she's buried at all," Amy told him. Sam nodded in agreement.
" To be honest, Dean, if I were Dad I would have gone and talked to her husband," Sam told him.
" Alright, see if you can find an address," Dean told him." I'm gonna get cleaned up, O.K."
" Good idea Flowers," Amy said.
" Watch it Amy," Dean snapped." I can still lock you in the trunk if I wanted to."
" Yes sir!" Amy saluted him. Dean scowled at her before he headed in the direction of the bathroom.
" Hey Dean," Sam said.
" What?" Dean asked.
" What I said before, about Mom and Dad, I'm sorry," Sam apologized. Amy looked at Dean to see what his reaction would be. He was silent for a moment.
" No chick flick moments," Dean said eventually. Amy rolled her eyes.
" Typical," She muttered.
" Alright...Jerk," Sam said.
" Bitch," Dean replied, smirking. They both grinned like fools at eachother.
" Brothers," Amy muttered.
" Sisters," Dean retorted, going into the bathroom. Amy scowled at his back, before she turned to see what Sam was doing. He was busy talking on his phone. Amy decided to leave him to it. She walked around the room, looking at all of the pictures and paper that her father had stuck on the walls.
" We're going to find him," Amy whispered to herself.
" What?"
Amy jumped. Dean had snuck up behind her whilst she had been looking at the wall.
" Nothing," She said quickly.
" Yeah, right," Dean rolled his eyes at her." Anyway, I'm starving, I'm gonna go get some food. You want anything?"
" Yeah, sure, whatever," Amy said." Coming Sammy?"
" No thanks," Sam responded.
" Aframian's buying," Dean said, waving the credit card in Sam's face.
" I said no thanks, Dean," Sam shoved his hand away.
" Suit yourself," Dean said. Amy followed him out the room, walking in silence next to him.
" Alright then," Dean said after a while." What's up?"
" What do you mean?" Amy asked him.
" Amy, I know when there's something up with you," Dean said, causing Amy to swear inwardly." Spit it out."
" I'm worried about Dad," Amy told him, feeling ashamed." It's stupid, I know he can take care of himself, but I can't help it."
" It's not stupid, squirt," Dean told her." We're all worried about him, even Sam."
" Yeah," Amy said, feeling a little more reassured that before. Their little conversation had taken them outside the hotel. Dean headed straight for the car but Amy stopped, spotting some cops talking to the check-in guy for the hotel. Amy saw him point to Dean, seemingly oblivious to her.
" Dean," Amy said, just loud enough for him to hear, but not loud enough to draw attention to herself." Cops."
Dean looked over to where she was indicating.
" Get back in the hotel, tell Sam the cops are onto us," Dean told her." Tell him to go and talk to the husband."
" But-"
" I'll be fine Amy," Dean reassured her. Amy nodded reluctantly, flitting out of sight. She ran to the hotel room that Sam was in as fast as she could.
" Sam!" Amy shouted as she burst into the room.
" What's wrong, Amy?" Sam asked, immediately sensing that something was up." Where's Dean?"
" The cops," Amy told him." They've taken him in."
" What?"
" Yeah," Amy said." He said to go and talk to Joseph Welch and we'll go on from there."
" I've got the address," Sam said, making for the door. Amy grabbed his arm, staring at him in disbelief.
" What? Your not actually going to follow Dean's instructions, are you?" Amy asked him.
" Yeah, what's your point?" Sam asked her back.
" We're not gonna try and bail him out?" Amy almost shouted." Come on Sam! We have to-"
" We're going to interview Joseph Welch," Sam said firmly. Amy glared at him angrily.
" We're going to bail Dean out!"
" Amy, just do what I say. Please?" Sam asked. Dean wouldn't have asked so nicely. Dean would have got frustrated or simply forced her. But that was the difference between the two. Sam had always been more sympathetic.
" Fine," She snapped, pushing past him." Come on then."
Sam drove them all the way to Mr Welch's house. He stopped the car nearby, turning to Amy.
" We're reporters, O.K?" Sam told her." Your an intern."
" Why am I always an intern?" Amy asked.
" Just go along with it Amy," Sam said. He pulled out a fake ID out of the compartment and handed Amy one.
" Let's go then," Amy grumbled." But straight after this we get Dean out."
" We'll see," Sam told her, getting out the impala. Amy followed him out. Sam knocked on the door, and an old man answered soon after.
" Are you Joseph Welch?" Sam asked him.
" Yeah," Mr Welch said, narrowing his eyes." Who are you?"
" I'm Harold...Cunningham," Sam said. Amy grimaced slightly at the choice of name." This is my intern, Jennifer."
" Hello, Mr Welch," Amy said politely. She pulled out a 'family' picture to show him. It was of their Dad, Dean, Sam and her in a motel room. It was one of the only pictures of them as a family. She kept it in the compartment of the impala with the fake ID's. Dean was about 20 in the picture, with Sam about 16 and Amy at about 10." Have you seen this man?"
" Yeah, he was older, but i've seen him," Mr Welch told them." He came by three or four days ago. He told me he was a reporter"
" That figures, we're working on a story together," Sam told him convincingly.
" Well I don't know what the hell kind of story you're working on, some of the questions he asked me," Mr Welch said, sounding annoyed.
" About?" Amy pressed him.
" About my late wife, Constance," Mr Welch told them." He asked me where she was buried."
" And where is that exactly?" Amy asked him. Sam stepped on her foot.
" What, I've got to go through these stupid questions twice?" Mr Welch asked angrily.
" It's just fact checking" Sam said quickly. " But if you don't mind answering her question...?"
" I buried her in a plot behind my old place over on Breckenridge," he said, waving a hand in the general direction of it.
" Why?" Amy asked, quite rudely. Sam stepped on her foot again, warning her to shut up.
" I'm not gonna live in the house where my children died, young lady," Mr Welch snapped at her.
" Mr. Welch, did you ever marry again?" Sam asked him.
" No way," he told him adamantly. " Constance was the love of my life. Prettiest woman I ever known."
" So you had a happy marriage?" Amy asked him. Sam gave her a look, before he thought and looked at Mr Welch curiously.
" Well?" He asked him.
" Definitely," Mr Welch said, but Amy saw that he hesitated a little.
" Well that should do it, thanks for your time," Sam said quickly as Amy opened her mouth. He tried to drag her to the car, but Amy was in a stubborn mood.
" Mr. Welch, you ever hear of a woman in white?" Amy asked him before Sam could shove her in the impala. Mr Welch frowned at her.
" A what?" Mr Welch asked her.
" A woman in white, or sometimes a weeping woman," Amy told him.
" What is she talking about?" Mr Welch asked Sam. Sam sighed, closing the car door.
" It's a ghost story Mr Welch. Well it's more of a phenomenon really. Um, they're spirits. They've been cited for hundreds of years. Dozens of places, even in Hawaii and Mexico, most recently in Arizona and Indiana," Sam told him.
" All these are different women, but all share the same story, I assure you," Amy said. Mr Welch scowled at her in annoyance.
" Young lady, I don't care much for nonsense, and neither should you," Mr Welch scoffed. Amy glared at him for trying to tell her what to do, her annoyance spurring her on.
" You see, when they were alive, their husbands were unfaithful to them," Amy continued. "And these women, basically suffering from temporary insanity, murdered their children. Then once they realized what they had done, they took their own lives. So now their spirits are cursed, walking back roads and waterways. If they find an unfaithful man, they kill him, and that man is never seen again."
" You think that has something to do with Constance?" Mr Welch asked her incredulously. " You stupid girl!"
" You tell me," Amy said, looking him straight in the eye.
" Well, maybe—maybe I made some mistakes, but no matter what I did, Constance would never would have killed her own children!" Mr Welch shouted at them." Now you get the hell out of here, and you don't come back!"
" Yes, sir," Sam said quickly, practically throwing her into the impala. He started driving quickly. Amy sensed that he was going to blow at her.
" Why Amy?" Sam asked her." You could have at least tried to be polite about it."
" Whatever Sammy," Amy rolled her eyes at him." Give me your cell."
" What? Why?" Sam said, suspicious.
" Just do it," Amy snapped. Sam handed it to her. She dialled a 9, but Sam immediately figured out what she was going to do.
" Amy!" Sam shouted, trying to snatch the phone off her. Amy managed to stop him and dialled the rest of the number. Soon, a woman answered.
" 911, what is your emergency?"
Sam ground his teeth in annoyance as Amy spoke back to her, making up a story about hearing shots being fired nearby. Her face was smooth but she managed to sound like she was practically in tears with fear.
" Thank you" the woman said. "Someone should be with you immediately."
Amy hung up and Sam grabbed the phone out of her hand.
" Amy! A fake 911 call? Seriously?" Sam said. Amy shrugged her shoulders.
" Yeah, and?" She asked.
" It's illegal!"
" Oh come on, like anything we do is legal," Amy said, rolling her eyes. Sam opened his mouth, but then realized that she had a point.
" And anyway, it got Dean out, right?" Amy argued.
" You don't know that for sure," Sam argued back.
" Yeah, O.K," Amy laughed." He'll call any minute now, you'll see."
Sure enough, a call came in soon after she had spoken.
" Fake 911 call, squirt," came Dean's voice on the other end." I don't know Sammy, but what your sister did was pretty illegal. I'm dissapointed in you."
" Shut it, jerk," Sam said." Wait, how did you know it was Amy?"
" Because, bitch, I taught her how to do it," Dean laughed." Anyway, listen, we gotta talk."
" Yes, we have," Sam said. " So the husband was definitely unfaithful, so it looks like we definitely are dealing with a woman in white. She's buried behind her old house. So that should have been dad's next stop-"
" Yeah, and we only found found all this out thanks to who?" Amy said." The intern, that's who."
" Yeah, only because you decided to be as rude as was humanely possible," Sam snapped. Dean sighed at the end of the phone.
" Sammy, Amy, would you both shut up for a second?" Dean asked them both.
" I just can't figure out why he hasn't destroyed the corpse yet," Sam continued, ignoring him.
" That's what I'm trying to tell you!" Dean snapped. " He left!"
" Dad left Jericho?" Amy asked him. She heard him sigh at the end of the line.
" Yes, Amy, well done," Dean said sarcastically.
" You can take your well done," Amy said angrily." And shove it right up-"
" How do you know?" Sam asked quickly before Amy could finish her sentence.
" I've got his journal" Dean told him.
" He left his journal?" Amy asked." But he doesn't-"
" -Go anywhere without it," Sam finished.
" Yeah, I know," Dean said, clearly frustrated." But he did this time."
" What's it say?" Sam asked him.
" The usual ex-marine crap he uses when he wants to let us know where he's going," Dean replied.
" Coordinates?" Sam asked.
" Yeah, co-ordinates," Dean said.
" Where to?" Amy cut in.
" I'm not sure yet," Dean told her.
" I don't understand," Sam said.
" Wha-" Amy started, but was cut off by Dean.
" Me neither, Sammy," Dean told him.
" Dean, wha-" Amy tried again, but was cut off by Sam this time.
" I mean, what could be so important that Dad would skip in the middle of a job?" Sam wondered aloud.
" Dean, what the hell-"
"I don't have a clue, Sammy," Dean said, cutting Amy off again.
" Dean, what the fuck is going on!" Amy shouted in frustration, before she could be cut off again.
" I don't know already!" Dean shouted at her.
" Well, maybe if you don't keep on cutting me off I might not be so ang-SAM!"
"Whoa!" Sam yelled, slamming on the brakes. They drove straight through the woman in white. She dissapeared when they did, seeming to have gone away.
" Where's she gone?" Amy asked, feeling her palms go sweaty, a sure sign that something was nearby. It was a sort of sixth sense for her.
" Take me home," said a cold voice from behind her. She turned around to see Constance Welch sitting in the backseat.
" Take me home!" she demanded again.
" No," Sam said firmly. Suddenly, the locks on the car door locked by themselves.
" No!" Amy shouted, kicking at the door. In a fit of anger she pulled out her gun and shot at the back seat, but Constance had disappeared again. She reappeared soon after, and the car suddenly began driving down the road at a fast speed.
" Stop!" Amy yelled." You stupid whore bitch!"
" Amy, that's not helping!" Sam shouted, pressing the brakes, but they didn't stop. He tried to regain control of the car, but it was useless.
Amy spotted Constance smiling in the back seat and felt boiling rage again as the impala pulled up to a broken old house.
" This was her home," Amy said as the car stopped and shut off.
" Don't do this," Sam said to Constance.
" I can never go home" she said, apparently not having heard him.
" You're scared to go home" he said.
" Sam, what are you doing, don't talk to her!" Amy shouted. Suddenly as she said this her seat buckled forwards and her head was smashed against the dashboard.
" Amy!" Sam shouted. Amy didn't move at the sound of his voice. He didn't have time to worry about this though, as Constance suddenly attacked.
Dean ran up the drive, immediately hearing Sam's screams. He saw that Constance was attacking him, and also saw that Amy was slumped aginst the dashboard, unmoving.
" Shit!" He swore, running towards the car." Sam! Amy!"
He pulled out his gun and fired, shattering the window. This distracted her for a moment , so Sam was able to move and turned the car on.
" I'm taking you home!" He shouted, gunning it draight into the house.
"Sam!" Dean yelled again. " Sam! You okay?"
" Yeah, I think so," Sam groaned." Amy, check Amy."
" Amy!" Dean shouted in her ear. No response.
" She's out cold," Sam said, grimacing as he moved slightly." Constance threw her into the dashboard."
" Fucking bitch!" Dean shouted. He pointed his gun at Constance Welch as she was picking up a picture, but Sam quickly stopped him.
" Don't, Dean!" Sam told him.
" What the hell are y-" Dean began, but stopped when the lights flickered on. Constance was looking up a flight of steps where two children were standing.
" You've come home to us mommy," the children said, before grabbing her, causing her to scream in pain. They lit up and began melting to the floor.
" Amy!" Dean heard Sam shout. Dean looked at his sister, who was now concious. He saw her staring as Constance screamed and melted away. He went over to her immediately.
" Stupid bitch," She muttered, clutching her head. She was bleeding and had an ugly bruise on her forehead.
" You, O.K?" Dean asked, helping her out of the car.
" Oh yeah, perfect," Amy snapped." Just bleeding, that's all."
" Your fine, then," Dean laughed, scanning the surrounding area." So this is where she drowned her kids, huh?"
" That's why she could never go home" Sam told him." She was too scared to face them!"
" You found her weak spot," Dean congratulated him.
" Well done, Sammy," Amy said, tottering a little bit.
" Sit, down, squirt," Dean told her." You're dizzy."
" I'm fine!" Amy insisted, before falling over sideways.
" Hold on Amy, sit down," Sam told her. She sat down, clutching her head." You hit the dashboard pretty hard."
" Stupid bitch," Amy repeated, glaring at the ground.
" Anyway, well done," Dean told Sam." You were pretty good back there."
" I wish I could say the same for you! What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak?" Sam laughed.
" Hey, I saved your ass," Dean remarked.
" That's true," Sam agreed.
" Though, i'll tell you one thing, if you screwed up my car, I'll kill you," Dean said, clearing the impala free of rubble. Amy got up to help him, feeling slightly better.
" Am I going to live?" Sam asked, eyebrow raised.
" I'm deciding," Dean said.
" For god's sake, it's only a headlight," Amy snapped.
" And a hole in the backseat!" Dean argued.
" That may have been a bullet..."
" You shot my car?" Dean shouted at her.
" I didn't mean to, if that makes things any better," Amy said. Dean glared at her.
" Get in the car, now," He snapped.
" Yessir!" Amy saluted him, before she did what he told her. Sam and Dan both got in the car too, Sam already busy figuring out where their dad had gone.
" Okay, I've got it. Here's where dad went," Sam said after a while. " Blackwater Ridge. It's in Colorado."
" Sounds charming," Dean said. " How far is it?"
"About 600 miles," Sam told him after working it out."
" Dean, if you shag ass we could make it there tommorrow, right?" Amy asked him. Dean thought for a moment, before nodding.
" Yep, we could," He said, sounding happy about this, but Amy saw that Sam as looking uncomfortable.
" Sammy, what's wrong?" She asked him. Sam looked at her, then Dean apologetically.
" Amy, Dean, um…" He began, but they both understood instantly.
" You're not coming," Dean said, sounding put out.
" The interview's in 10 hours, I really gotta be there," Sam told then, sounding very apologetic.
" Yeah, whatever," Dean said quickly, trying to sound uncaring, but failing." I'll get you back in time."
Amy felt her heart sink slightly. She fingered the scar on her wrist, staring at the back of Sam's head. Though she had been a bitch to him at first, and she knew she had, it had been somehow better with Sam around again. Everything had been just-better, easier. She had even twisted it in her head that he might want to stay, but deep down she knew that it would never happen.
She sniffed, feeling her eyes spill over.
" Damnit," She muttered, wiping her eyes quickly, but Sam had spotted her.
" You O.K, Amy?" He asked.
" Yeah, fine," She lied.
" Are you-"
" I said I was fine, Sam!" Amy shouted at him." Are you deaf?"
The rest of the trip was silent after her outburst. It was clear to Sam and Dean that their little sister was clearly not fine in any way shape or form. They made it back to Stanford in a few hours, and Sam got out of the impala.
" You'll call me if you find Dad, right?" he asked Dean, seeing as Amy was deliberatedly ignoring him. "And maybe I can meet up with you later, yeah?"
" Yeah, all right, whatever," Dean said shortly, obviously annoyed at him. Sam nodded, looking sad. He began to walk away, but suddenly Amy ran at him, throwing her arms around him, almost knocking him over. He hugged her back, smiling.
" Bye, Sammy," Amy sniffed, crying again.
" Bye, squirt," Sam said." Love you."
" Yeah," Amy said, stepping back from him. Sam began to walk away again.
" Sam," Dean said. Sam turned to face him. " You know we made one hell of a team back there."
" Yeah, I know," Sam said, sighing. He then turned again and didn't look back.
" What do we do now?" Amy asked.
" We're looking for Dad," Dean said tightly." O.K?"
" I got it," Amy mumbled, feeling her head beginning to hurt. She pressed her palm against it, getting into the impala. Dean got in as well, glancing at her as he began to drive. Amy closed her eyes, trying to sleep her headache off, but it only seemed to get worse. Then suddenly, she saw a flicker of flames at the back of her eyelids, and heard a terribly familiar scream.
" Dean," Amy said suddenly." Dean, something's wrong."
" What's wrong?" Dean asked her, frowning.
" I don't know-I-" Amy suddenly gasped." Dean, the lights!"
" Wha-" Dean started to ask, but he suddenly noticed the lights flickering outside, and the car clock flickering too.
" It's gotta be going for Sam!" Amy screamed." It has to be! Dean, go back!"
But her brother had already turned and was gunning it back to Stanford. He pulled up and leapt out of the impala, as did Amy. She overtook him almost instantly, running as fast as she could to where Sam's apartment was. She could here Sam screaming from outside the door to the apartment. Dean caught up with her, seeing her throwing herself desperately at the door.
" Amy, stay here!" Dean shouted to her, breaking the door down. Sam's screaming was more prominent now, and there was lots of smoke pouring out of the apartment.
" NO!" Amy screamed, ignoring Dean's orders and barging past him into the apartment.
" AMY GET OUT!" Dean screamed at her, shoving her backwards before he ran to get Sam.
" SAM, WE GOTTA GET OUT!" Amy heard Dean shouting at Sam.
" Jess, no," Amy heard Sam say despairingly. She disobeyed Dean once again, darting into the room that her brothers were in. There, she saw Jess pinned to the ceiling, her stomach slashed open.
She gasped. That was how her mother had died. She didn't remember her much, but this one fact about her had been drilled into her over and over again.
" SAM, COME ON!" Amy shouted, running over to him and helping Dean to drag him out of the building.
Sam was just like a statue the entire time they spent waiting for the firefighters to come. Amy was just angry. She was angry at the demon that had killed her mother, and Jess. It was like he was trying to personally ruin them all.
" I'm going to kill that thing," Amy hissed to herself. Sam moved his head slightly when she said this, a slight frown on his face. He had obviously heard her.
He did not ask questions, or say anything, he simply opened the trunk of the car and picked up a loaded pistol. He stared at it for a minute, Amy and Dean moving to stand either side of him.
" Come on," Sam said tightly, chucking the pistol back in the trunk." We've got work to do."
