Lawrence, Kansas: 22 years ago
You, Dean, and your Mom are all in Sammy's room. Your Mom is holding you, Dean is standing next to her and Sammy is in his crib.
"Let's say goodnight to your brother," says Mom.
Dean leans over the crib and kissed Sam's forehead, "'Night, Sam."
"Night, Night Sammy!" you say. Your only two, you don't know any better.
"Good night, love," whispers Mary, leaning over and placing a kiss on Sam's forehead.
"Hey, guys!" says John Winchester, your father.
"Daddy!" you and Dean cry. Dean runs over and John scoops him up. Mary walks over, you still in her arms. John gives you and Mary a hug when Mary squeezes past him.
"You got him?" ask Mary, gesturing to Dean.
"Yeah, you got her?" asks John. Mary nods and leaves the room, walking down the hall to your room. She walks through the door and over to your crib. She sets you down and kisses your forehead, "Goodnight (Y/N), sweet dreams." She walks over to the doorway and closes the door.
You wake up to the sound of your mother's scream. You stand up in your crib and start to cry. Your door opens and you see Dean standing there holding Sammy. He runs over and opens your crib. You slide out and grab Dean's arm, "De?" Dean runs out of the room and down the stairs, taking you and Sammy with him. You exit the house, still holding on to Dean.
"It's okay," says Dean.
John comes running out of the house and he grabs you and pulls Dean with him. The house explodes.
Present Day
You wake up, shaking. You sit up, and look around and sigh in realization. You aren't in Kansas. You're in a crappy motel room at the side of a highway in Utah. Dean is in the other bed, snoring away. You look at the clock and see it reads 5:00, you've slept for about 5 hours. Dean won't be ready to leave until 7 at least, so you can get a few more hours of sleep. You lie back down and turn so your back is facing your brother. You let sleep take you once again.
You wake up to the sound of Dean moving around the room. You groan and sit up.
"Morning!" says Dean.
"Yeah, whatever," you climb out of bed and strech. You had showered last night to get the vamp blood off of you, so, no need to shower again. "Can you leave or something so I can change?"
"Can't you just go into the bathroom or something?" asks Dean, packing his duffel bag.
"No, just go get breakfast!" you pick up a pillow and throw it at him. He turns to look at you right before the pillow hits his face. He scowls at you and then picks up his duffel bag.
"Fine, I'm going to pack up the car, be ready in 10 or I'm leaving you here," Dean opens the door and walks out.
"Love you too!" you yell before the door closes. You hear him laugh. You walk over to your duffle bag, which was sitting on the floor. You open it and choose your outfit. T-shirt, flannel, jeans, combat boots, leather jacket, gun, anti-possession necklace. You put your pajamas in the bag and zip it up. You walk over to the bathroom and put your shoulder length (h/c) hair into a ponytail. You grab your brush and put it in your duffel bag. You look around to make sure you didn't leave anything and then walk out the door, satisfied that you have everything. You walk over to the Impala and throw your bag in the backseat. Dean is blasting Metallica as usual. You open the door and sit down. Dean glances over at you and then backs the car out of it's parking spot. He pulls out of the parking lot and drives down the road.
Time Skip: 11 Hours
After 11 hours of driving, with two or three pit stops, you and Dean had finally arrived at your old school, and Sam's current school. That's right, you had went to college, but unlike Sam, you didn't get any grief, which you found odd. You had gotten a scholarship to Stanford, just like Sam, but that was 6 years ago. You had gotten your degree in Pre-Med. Sam decided that he wanted to go to collage in your 3rd year, but your dad had put up a fight, so that resulted in Dad basically disowning Sam. You and Dean had tried to keep in contact with your younger brother, but slowly he started to move on. This is the first time you will have seen Sam in 2 years.
"I'm gonna go to the main office to ask where Sam lives, don't hit on any girls while I'm gone!" you say, opening the door and climbing out.
"Then what am I supposed to do!" whines Dean.
"Get dinner or something, it's 6 o'clock and I'm starving," you say.
"Do I look like your personal assistant?" retorts Dean.
"No, you look like my brother who's willing to go get me food, I want a cheeseburger with fries by the way," with that you start heading to the housing offices.
You reach the offices within five minutes. You open the door and walk to the front desk. The only person there is a guy who looks to be 20ish. He looks up from the computer and smiles at you when your reach the counter.
"How can I help you?" he asks, standing up and flashing another smile, he really was trying way too hard.
"I here to visit my brother, and I forgot what his room number is, I can't get ahold of him, so I figured the next best place to find out would be here," you say, smiling back at the guy.
He sits back down and then looks at you, "What's your brother's name?"
"Sam Winchester," you say.
He types in the name and a few seconds later he gives you the answer, "Sam Winchester and Jessica Moore, Stark Hall, first apartment."
"Okay, thank you," you say turning to leave.
"Hey, you wanna maybe get a drink later or something?" he asks, standing up again.
You turn back around, "I think I'm a little to old for you, seeing as I'm 24 and you look about 20, and plus, I already have a boyfriend, I'm sorry" you don't actually, but it's one way to get out of the situation.
"Oh, okay, no big deal," he slouches a little and you turn back around and leave the building. You reach the Impala once again and see that Dean is doing exactly what you said not to do, he's hitting on a brunette.
"Dean!" you say, he turns around and his smile falters when he sees you storming over to where he is. He says something to the girl and she nods and then walks off. "What did I tell you not to do?"
"Hey, she walked up to me!" says Dean defensively.
"Yeah, sure, Sam lives in Stark Hall, with a girl," you say.
"Wow, didn't expect him to get a girl," state's Dean.
"Stark Hall is over there," you point to a building to your right, "Let's go."
"Wait, we should wait until midnight, you know, surprise him, see if he still has all his skills."
"No, that's a horrible idea, let's go now," you start to head in the direction of the building.
Dean grabs your arm, stopping you, "Please, and we still need to eat."
You sigh, "Fine, but you can be the one who gets beat up by him."
Time Skip: 6 Hours
You were currently outside of Sam's apartment, keeping watch while Dean get's the window open.
"Got it," whispers Dean. He slides the window open and slips in. You follow soon after. You look around, the apartment is fairly neat, but sort of small. You are still looking around when Dean starts making loud footsteps. Dean enters another room, you trailing after him, looking around still. Suddenly, a figure lunges at Dean and grabs his shoulders. Dean knocks the figures arm away and aims a strike at the figure, who ducks. The scuffle goes on for a little bit until Dean pins Sam down, one hand at Sam's neck, the other at his wrist, "Woah, easy tiger."
"Dean?" says Sam, Dean chuckles and you smile, "You scared the crap out of me!"
"That's 'cause you're out of practice," retorts Dean. Sam then proceeds to knock Dean to the floor, "Or not. Now, get off!"
Sam stands up and helps up Dean, finally seeing you, "(Y/N)?"
"Hey Sammy, how are you?" you move from the door frame and walk over, giving the taller man a hug, which he returns.
"What the hell are you guys doing here?" asks Sam after he releases you from and hug.
"Well, I was looking for a beer," says Dean.
You sigh and roll your eyes, "That is not why we're here, we have to talk."
"I have a phone," says Sam.
"Would you have picked up if one of us called?" shoots back Dean.
The lights turn on and there is a girl standing in the door frame, she has long, dirty blonde hair, and a tan complexion, "Sam?"
"Jess. Hey. Dean, (Y/N), this is my girlfriend, Jessica," says Sam. You smile at her.
Dean looks her up and down, you hit him on the shoulder.
"Wait, your brother Dean and your sister (Y/N)?" she asks.
Sam nods, "Hi," you say.
Dean steps closer, despite you trying to pull him back, "Oh, I love the Smurfs. You know, I gotta tell you. You are completely out of my brother's league."
"Dean!" you hiss, "I'm sorry, Dean can be a bit forward, don't mind him."
"Just let me put something on," Jessica turns to leave, but Dean stops her.
"No, no, no, I wouldn't dream of it. Seriously," says Dean, he walks back over to you and Sam, finally looking back at Sam, Anyway, we gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business. But, uh, nice meeting you."
"No," states Sam, he walks over and puts his arm around her, "No, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her."
Dean gives you a look and you start talking, "Okay, Dad hasn't been home in a few days."
"So he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later," states Sam, his expression not changing.
Dean clears his throat, "Dad's on a hunting trip. And he hasn't been home in a few days."
You see Sam's expression falter slightly, "Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside." Sam walks back down the hallway and then comes back a few seconds later wearing a hoodie and jeans. You, Sam, and Dean walk out of the apartment, down the hall and out to the stairwell, "I mean, come on. You guys can't just break in, middle of the night, and expect me to hit the road with you."
"For the record, breaking in was Dean's idea," you say.
"You're not hearing us, Sammy. Dad's missing. We need you to help us find him," states Dean.
"You remember the poltergeist in Amherst? Or the Devil's Gates in Clifton? He was missing then, too. He's always missing, and he's always fine," says Sam.
You stop and turn to look at Sam, so does Dean, "But not for this long, Sammy, he's been gone for about a month. Please come with us, we need your help.
"No, I'm not coming, I'm sorry, I can't, I swore I'd give up on hunting," says Sam, and he does look sorry.
"Come on. It wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad," says Dean, turning back around and passing you to keep walking .
"Yeah? When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45," says Sam, following Dean and you.
"Well, what was he supposed to do?" asks Dean, stopping at the door leading outside.
"Dean, you know what he was supposed to do," you say, "Most normal people would tell there kid, don't be afraid of the dark and check in the closet and say there's nothing there."
"Don't be afraid of the dark? Are you kidding me? Of course you should be afraid of the dark. You know what's out there," says Dean.
"Yeah, I know, but still. The way we grew up, after Mom was killed, and Dad's obsession to find the thing that killed her. But we still haven't found the damn thing. So we kill everything we can find," retorts Sam.
"We save a lot of people doing it, too," replies Dean.
"You think Mom would have wanted this for us?" asks Sam. Dean slams the door open.
"Of course she wouldn't have Sam, but we can't change what happened," you say, following Dean out and climbing down the short flight of stairs.
Sam keeps going, ignoring your comment, "The weapon training, and melting the silver into bullets? Man, Dean, we were raised like warriors."
Dean reaches the Impala and then turns around to look at both of you, "So what are you gonna do? You're just gonna live some normal, apple pie life? Is that it?"
"No. Not normal. Safe," replies Sam.
"And that's why you ran away," states Dean.
"Okay, both of you enough, Sam didn't run away, Dad kicked him out, I didn't run away, I was allowed to leave, look, Dad's in trouble, are you coming or not? We can't do this without you Sammy," you say.
"Yes, you can," Sam retorts harshly.
"Okay, we don't want to, we miss you Sam," you say, grabbing his hand and giving it a squeeze.
Sam looks over at you, sighs, and then walks to rest of the way to meet Dean at the truck of the Impala, "What was he hunting?"
Dean opens the trunk and then the spare tire compartment, propping it open with a rifle, "All right, let's see, where the hell did I put that thing?"
"And this is why you need to let me organize the damn thing," you sigh.
Sam smirks at what you said, "So when Dad left, why didn't you guys go with him?"
"We were working our own thing, vamp nest in Utah, among other things" you reply, joining Dean in the search for the folder he was looking for.
"Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourselfs?" asks Sam.
Dean stands back up, holding the folder, "Dude, I'm 26, she's 24, and there are two of us, I think we can handle it." Dean pulls a paper out of the folder, "Dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop just outside of Jericho, California." Dean hands Sam the paper, "They found his car, but he vanished. Completely MIA."
Sam glances over the paper and then looks back up, "So maybe he was kidnapped."
"Not likely, there was more, one in April, another one in December 'oh-four, 'oh-three, 'ninety-eight, 'ninety-two, ten of them over the past twenty years." you reply, taking the paper back from Sam and handing it back to your older brother, "All men, all the same five-mile stretch of road. Does that sound like kidnapping to you?"
Dean puts the folder back and then grabs another bag, "It started happening more and more, so Dad went to go dig around. That was about three weeks ago. We hadn't heard from him since, which is bad enough," Dean opens the bag and pulls out a tape recorder, "Then I get this voicemail yesterday." Dean presses play.
The recording is staticy and the signal isn't very clear, "Dean...something big is starting to happen...I need to try and figure out what's going on. It may... Be very careful, Dean. We're all in danger."
Dean presses stop, "You know there's EVP on that?" states Sam.
"Yeah, I cleared it up, did a few other things, I got this," you say, taking the recorder from Dean and pressing play.
A woman's voice comes on, "I can never go home." You press stop.
"Never go home," mutters Sam. Dean takes the recorder back, drops it in the trunk and then shuts it.
"You know, in almost two years we've never bothered you, never asked you for a thing," says Dean.
Sam sighs, "All right. I'll go. I'll help you find him. But I have to get back first thing Monday. Just wait here."
Sam turns to go but you ask a question, "What's Monday?"
"I have this...I have an interview," Sam answers.
"What, a job interview? Skip it," replies Dean.
"It's a law school interview, and it's my whole future on a plate" retorts Sam.
"Law school?" you ask, smiling.
"So we got a deal or not?" asks Sam.
"Yeah, we got a deal, go pack," you say waving him off.
"Law school, impressive," sighs Dean.
"Eh, I thought it was boring, had a few friends you did Pre-Law," you comment.
"What did you do again?" asks Dean, turning to look at you.
"Pre-Med, Dean, we've been over this, like 50 times," you sigh.
Time Skip: 3 Hours
Dean finally let you drive to get some shut eye. Dean was in the back, lying down, Sam was in the passenger seat.
"So, how you been?" asks Sam.
"Good," you reply, not taking your eyes off the road.
"How's Dad been?"
"Still hates me."
"Still?" Sam asks.
"Oh, well, I figured this out after you left for Stanford, Dean never wanted to go to college, so Dad was fine, I was allowed to go, but I had to come back every summer, but when you wanted to leave, it was, either leave and don't come back, or stay, Sam, your dad's favorite, Dean's just the soldier he trained, and I'm just the girl who he finally started to teach things when she reached 7th grade. You know, he hasn't remembered my birthday for 6 years, both of you have, but not him, he's remembered your birthday, and Dean's birthday at least once, but not mine," you look over at Sam, "Need I continue?"
"No," answers Sam, "Why does he hate you?"
"I figure, one of two reasons, I remind him of Mom, or I'm not a boy, so therefore, I am weak."
"You're not weak, you could beat me in a fight, and maybe even Dean."
"Yeah, I know that, but Dad chooses to ignore those facts."
"Why don't you say something?" asks Sam.
"Because, I may be a hunter, but I would prefer not to die by being killed by my father," you reply.
"He wouldn't kill you."
"Are you really that sure?"
Time Skip: 3 Hours
Dean had woken up an hour ago and made you switch, leaving you to the back seat and Sam and Dean to the front. Dean had pulled into a gas station and was buying junk food, Sam was going through Dean's music, and you were filling up the car.
Dean walks out and sees Sam looking through his stuff, "Hey!" Sam looks up at Dean and continues to look through the music, you finish filling up the car and get back in, "Anyone want breakfast?"
"No thanks," says Sam.
"Yes!" you cry. Both of your brothers smirk as you rip the bag out of Dean's hand and shift through all the stuff, you settle on a bottle of water and a granola bar.
"So how'd you pay for that stuff? You guys still running credit card scams?" mentions Sam
"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," replies Dean.
"Yeah? And what names did you write on the application this time?" asks Sam.
"Uh, Burt Aframian. And his kids Hector and Helena. Scored three cards out of the deal," answers Dean.
"That sounds about right. I swear, man, you've gotta update your cassette tape collection."
"Why?" you ask, your mouth half full of granola, "It's good music!"
"Well, for one, they're cassette tapes. And two, Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica? It's the greatest hits of mullet rock," retorts Sam.
Dean grabs the one labeled Metallica and pops it in the stereo, "Well, house rules, Sammy."
Then, you and Dean speak in unison, "Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole."
"You know, Sammy is a chubby twelve-year-old. It's Sam, okay?" says Sam.
"Sorry, I can't hear you, the music's too loud," yells Dean. You laugh.
Time Skip: 1 Hour
Sam hangs up the phone, "All right. So, there's no one matching Dad at the hospital or morgue."
"Which ones?" you ask.
"The Jericho one's," replies Sam.
You look out the window and see some squad cars by a bridge, "Dean, pull over." Dean obeys. He pulls a box out of the glove compartment and grabs three Federal Marshal badges, handing one to you, and Sam.
"Let's go!" says Dean, opening the door and stepping out, you and Sam following. All three of you walk over to the crime scene, badges in hand, "You fellas had another one like this just last month, didn't you?"
One of the men looks up at all of you, "And who are you?"
All of you flash your badges, "Federal Marshals," states Dean.
"You three are a little young for marshals, aren't you?" ask the man, who you've identified as Deputy.
"Thanks, that's kind of you," you say, flashing the man a smile.
Dean walks over to the car that seems to be the center of interest, you and Sam staying put, "You did have another one just like this, correct?"
"Yeah, that's right. About a mile up the road. There've been others before that," answers the Deputy.
"So, this victim, you knew him?" asks Sam.
The Deputy nods, "Town like this, everybody knows everybody."
Dean circles the car, "Any connection between the victims, besides that they're all men?"
"No. Not so far as we can tell," replies the man.
"What's your theory then?" you walk over to stand next to Dean, Sam following.
"Honestly, we don't know. Serial murder? Kidnapping ring?" he replies.
"Well, that is exactly the kind of crack police work I'd expect out of you guys," retorts Dean, you kick him in the shin, Sam steps on his foot.
"Thank you for your time," says Sam, walking away, you and Dean following. You smile at the men.
Dean smacks both of you on the head, "Ow! What was that for?" asks Sam.
"Why'd you have to step on my foot and kick me in the shin?" retorts Dean.
"Why'd you talk to the police like that?" you respond.
Dean steps in front of both of you, forcing you to stop, "Come on. They don't really know what's going on. We're all alone on this. I mean, if we're going to find Dad we've got to get to the bottom of this thing ourselves."
"Yeah, but that doesn't..." you stop as the Sheriff and two FBI agents walk up behind Dean.
"Can I help you?" asks the Sheriff.
"No, sir, we were just leaving," says Dean, he walks past them, "Agent Mulder. Agent Scully"
You smile at them, and then follow Dean, Sam catching up and walking besides you, "How did he...?"
"Long story," you reply.
Time Skip: 20 Minutes
Dean had driven to the main town and now you were walking around, "We should find that Amy girl," you state.
"Who?" asks Dean.
"The girl the deputy was talking about," you see a girl tacking up pictures, "That's gotta be her, follow my lead." You walk up to the girl, "You must be Amy, right?"
The girl turns to look at you and your brothers, "Yeah."
Dean ignores the comment you made earlier, "Yeah, Troy told us about you. We're his uncles and aunt. I'm Dean, this is Sammy and (Y/N)."
"He never mentioned you to me," Amy turns to walk away, you catch up to her, Sam and Dean following.
"Well, that's Troy. We're not around much, we live up in San Fran," you say, trying to run with the horrible cover Dean came up with.
"So, we're looking for him too, and we're kinda asking around," says Sam, saving you from further questions.
Another girl comes up and places a hand on Amy, "Hey, are you okay?" she looks at the three of you suspiciously, you smile at her.
"Yeah," replies Amy.
"You mind if we ask you a couple questions?" asks Sam.
Time Skip: 10 Minutes
It turns out Amy and the other girl Rachel, didn't mind being asked questions. All of you were currently sitting in a booth at the local diner, you, Sam, and Dean squeezed together on one side, Rachel and Amy on the other. Amy was recounting her versions of events;
"I was on the phone with Troy. He was driving home. He said he would call me right back, and...he never did."
"He didn't say anything strange, or out of the ordinary?" asks Sam.
Amy shakes her head, "No. Nothing I can remember."
You were looking at Amy and noticed that she had a pentagram necklace, "Nice necklace."
Amy looks down and picks up the pendant, and fiddles with it, "Troy gave it to me. Mostly to scare my parents," she laughs, "with all that devil stuff."
You laugh a little, then look down, Dean looks over at you, "Actually, it means just the opposite. A pentagram is protection against evil. Really powerful. I mean, if you believe in that kind of thing."
"Okay. Thank you, Unsolved Mysteries." teases Dean.
"Jerk," you mumble.
"Bitch," he replies, then he leans forward, looking at the girls, "Here's the deal, ladies. The way Troy disappeared, something's not right. So if you've heard anything..." Dean trails off when Amy and Rachel glance at each other, "You've heard of something?"
"Well, it's just... I mean, with all these guys going missing, people talk," starts Rachel.
All of you speak at the same time, "What do they talk about?" You then look at the other two and roll your eyes, you really need to find some other people to hang out with.
"It's kind of this local legend. This one girl? She got murdered out on Centennial, like decades ago," says Rachel, "Well, supposedly she's still out there," Sam and you both nod, "She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up? Well, they disappear forever." All three of you glance at each other.
Time Skip: 20 Minutes
All of you were currently sitting at a computer at the library, trying to find information about the legend. Dean tried two times before Sam intervened, "Let me try."
Dean smacked Sam's hand away, "I got this," you roll your eyes, and sigh, brothers.
Sam shoved Dean's chair out of the way, which ran into your chair, which knocked it over, causing you to fall on the floor, "Hey! Watch it!" you say getting up and climbing back onto your chair.
Dean hits Sam in the shoulder, "You're such a control freak!"
Sam ignores both comments, "So angry spirits are born out of violent death, right?"
"Yeah," you and Dean say.
"Well, maybe it's not murder," mutters Sam. Sam types in Female Suicide Centennial Highway. One article comes up, Sam clicks on it and Sam skims over it, "This was 1981. Constance Welch, twenty-four years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the river."
"Say why she did it?" you ask, leaning in, trying to read the screen.
"Yeah," answers Sam.
"What?" asks Dean, pushing you back, you scowl at him, and he returns it with a smile and a shrug that reads, 'what are ya gonna do?'
"An hour before they found her, she calls 911. Apparently her two little kids are in the bathtub. She leaves them alone for a minute, and when she comes back, they aren't breathing. Both die," replies Sam.
"That's odd," you comment.
"Very," adds Dean.
"'Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn't bear it,' said husband Joseph Welch,'" says Sam, reading from the article.
"The bridge look familiar to you?" asks Dean, pointing out a picture of the husband leaning over the bridge you were at earlier today.
"Very," you answer, "We should go check it out, the cops should be done by now."
"Let's get food first," says Dean.
"I would say no, but I agree completely with that statement," you reply.
Sam laughs, "Is that all you guys ever think about?"
"Pretty much," you say, turning off the computer and standing up, "Don't tell me your not hungry too?"
"Yeah, whatever," replies Sam, standing up.
"Let's stop talking, I want some pie!" cries Dean, standing up and rushing to the exit.
You and Sam give each other a look and then both of you burst out laughing, just to be shushed by the librarian.
Time Skip: 1 Hour
You, Sam, and Dean were walking down the bridge, stopping at the middle and leaning over.
"So, this is where Constance took the swan dive," states Dean, looking down at the river.
"Apparently," you reply.
"So you think Dad would have been here?" asks Sam.
Dean looks up and over at you, then at Sam, "Well, he's chasing the same story and we're chasing him." Dean starts walking down the bridge, you and Sam following.
"Okay, so now what?" asks Sam.
"Now we keep digging until we find him. Might take a while," you answer.
Sam stops suddenly, "(Y/N), I told you, I've gotta get back by Monday."
You stop and Dean turns around, "Monday. Right. The interview," you sigh, frowning a little, you liked working with both of your brothers, you had missed that when Sam left.
"Yeah," says Sam.
Dean speaks up, "You're really serious about this, aren't you? You think you're just going to become some lawyer? Marry your girl?"
"Dean, it's fine, leave it," you say.
"Maybe. Why not?" challenges Sam.
"Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know about the things you've done?" asks Dean.
Sam steps closer, "No, and she's not ever going to know."
"Guys, please, that's enough, it's Sam choice, not ours," you say.
Dean ignores your comment, once again, "Well, that's healthy. You can pretend all you want, Sammy. But sooner or later you're going to have to face up to who you really are." Dean turns back around, Sam follows, your trail after both of them, shaking your head and sighing, this was one part you didn't miss, the bickering.
"And who's that?" snaps Sam.
"You're one of us," answers Dean.
Sam rush forward to step in front of Dean and block his path, "No. I'm not like you, either of you. This is not going to be my life."
"You have a responsibility to..." start's Dean.
"To Dad? And his crusade? If it weren't for pictures I wouldn't even know what Mom looks like. And what difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, Mom's gone. And she isn't coming back," snaps Sam.
Dean and you both rush forward, Dean beats you to Sam and grabs Sam's collar and shoves him against the railing, "Don't talk about her like that!" Dean releases Sam, and walks down the bridge.
You take Dean's place, but you don't manhandled Dean, "Just because you didn't know her, doesn't mean you gotta be mean about it!" you took and breath and were about to continue, by Dean interrupts;
"Guys..."
You and Sam look over at Dean and see that Constance is standing on the rail of the bridge. You and Sam walk over and stand next to Dean. Constance looks over at all three of you, then she steps off the railing, falling into the river. All three of you jog over and look down, there's no body or evidence or her ever being there.
"Where'd she go?" asks Dean.
"I don't know," replies Sam.
"Is she a ghost?" you ask.
Dean was about to reply, but then the Impala engine roars to life and the headlights turn on. All of you turn to look, "What the..." says Dean.
"Who's driving your car?" asks Sam.
Dean pulls the keys out of his pocket, and both of you glance down to look at them. Then, the car jerks into motion, heading straight for you. You start to run forward, but then turn around to see Sam and Dean just standing there, in shock, "Sam! Dean! Come on!" They shake themselves out of it and start running. The car started to catch up, it get's too close for any of you to out run of it, so all three of you dive over the edge. Dean falls into the river, Sam grabs the railing, and you almost fall into the river, but Sam grabs your hand.
"You all right?" asks Sam, looking down at you.
"Yeah, but I'd be better if I wasn't dangling over a river," you reply sarcastically.
Sam grunts and then manages to pull you up to the railing. Both of you climb over the railing and then turn around to look down at the river, "Dean!" you yell.
"Dean?" yells Sam.
You see movement and then see that Dean is filthy and pulling himself out of the river, "What?!" he yells back, he sounds annoyed as hell.
"Hey! Are you alright?" yells Sam.
Dean raises his hand and gives both of you a thumbs up, "I'm super!"
Time Skip: 20 Minutes.
Dean had dried himself off, slightly and was looking at the car engine. Dean shuts the hood, and then sighs leaning on the hood.
"Your car all right?" asks Sam, at the same time you ask, "She okay?"
"Yeah, whatever she did to it, seems all right now. That Constance chick," Dean pauses, and then yells, "What a bitch!"
"Well, she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure. So where's the job go from here, genius?" asks Sam, he leans on the hood, you stay standing looking at the two of them.
Dean shrugs and you say, "We could look for her bones."
Dean shrugs again and then Sam sniffs, looking at Dean, "You smell like a toilet."
You take a step closer and take a sniff, "Yeah, you really do, doesn't help that you haven't showered in two days."
Time Skip: 7 Hours
All of you had been too tired to want to drive back into town, so all of you had slept in the car. Sam in the back, you in the passenger seat, and Dean in the driver seat. You were the first to wake up, you see that both of your brother's are still sleeping, "Dean," you say, shaking his shoulder, "Dean! Dean!" you give up and decided the best way to wake him up would be to slap him, and that's what you did.
Dean wakes up and shoots straight up looking around, when he sees you sitting in the passenger seat with a mischievous glint in your eyes, he relaxes, "Don't ever wake me up like that again," he grumbles, starting the car.
"But it's fun!" you whine.
"Not for me it ain't," replies Dean. He pulls the car out and drives down the road, back into town.
You arrive at the motel a few minutes later, you had woken up Sam and all of you were grabbing your stuff. All three of you head over to the office and walk in. Dean starts to go first, but you push him back, "You still smell like toilet, I'll buy the room." You step up to the desk, your brother's flanking you, Sam on your left, Dean on your right. You open your bag and shuffle around, finding your wallet, you open it and pull out 'your' credit card and place it on the counter, "One room, please."
The man on the other side of the desk picks it up and looks at the name, "You guys having a reunion or something?"
"Excuse me?" you ask, your smile faltering a bit.
"I had another guy, Burt Aframian. He came and bought out a room for the whole month," answers the clerk, looking up at the three of you. You glance at Sam and Dean, giving them a look.
Time Skip: 20 Minutes
You and Dean are currently standing watch as Sam picks the lock to your Dad's hotel room. "Got it!" cries Sam triumphantly. He opens the door and both of you walk in. You turn around to see that Dean hasn't noticed, so you reach your hand out and pull him in the room, swinging the door closed after all of you are in the room. All of you look around, wide-eyed. Every wall has paper's pinned to it ranging from maps to notes. There is assorted junk on every flat surface including half eaten food.
"Ew," you say, eyeing a half eaten hamburger.
"Whoa," says Sam.
Dean reaches over and turns on the lights, and then picks up the half eaten hamburger you had been looking at. He sniffs it and then gags, "I don't think he's been here for a couple days at least."
"No dip, Sherlock," you say, Sam and you stepping over the salt line at the door.
Sam squats and checks out the salt line, "Salt, cats-eye shells...he was worried. Trying to keep something from coming in."
You and Dean move on to look at the walls. Dean and Sam talk about the Centennial Highway victims, but you are looking at papers on the other wall. Something about a Bell Witch, a picture of people being burned at the stake, a skeleton blowing a horn with a note that read 'MORTIS DANSE,' a column labeled Devils + Demons, another labeled Sirens, Witches, the possessed, a pentacle, and last, a note reading 'Women in White' above a print out of the article about Constance's suicide. You reach over and turn on a lamp, "He figured it out," you mumble, than louder so your brother's can hear you, "Dad figured it out!"
Both of them turn to look at you, "What do you mean?" asks Dean.
"He found the same article we did. Constance Welch. She's a woman in white," you say.
Sam walks over to look at the article, and Dean turns back to look at the victim's, "You sly dog," he says, smiling. Dean turns back around to look at both of you, "All right, so if we're dealing with a woman in white, Dad would have found the corpse and destroyed it."
"She might have another weakness," comments Sam.
"He's got a point," you add.
"Well, Dad would want to make sure," retorts Dean, walking over to the both of you, "He'd dig her up. Does it say where she's buried?"
"No, not that I can tell," you say.
"If I were Dad, I'd go ask her husband," suggests Sam, "If he's still alive."
Sam turns to look at the other notes on the wall, you and Dean stay to look at the article and the picture below, a women in a white dress, "All right. Why don't you two, uh, see if you can find an address, I'm gonna get cleaned up." Dean turns to walk away.
"Hey, Dean?" says Sam, You and Dean both turn to look at Sam, "What I said earlier, about Mom and Dad, I'm sorry."
"It's fine," you say, Dean then adds, "No chick-flick moments."
Sam laughs and nods, "That is so not a chick-flick moment!" you cry.
"Yes it is," says Dean.
"Fine," you huff.
"All right, both of you," Sam says, "That's fine, jerk."
Dean looks and Sam and smiles slightly, "Bitch."
"Both of you are punks!" you call, as Dean walks into the bathroom. Sam laughs and then his smile falters, "Sam?"
He points to the mirror, there's a rosary and a picture, both of you step closer. The picture is of your Dad sitting on the hood of the Impala, on his right side is a boy in a baseball cap, Dean. On your father's left side is a girl with her hair in a ponytail, you. Last, on your father's lap is Sam. Sam removes the picture, holding it and smiling sadly. You turn and leave Sam to wallow in his memories, you had work to do.
Time Skip: 1 Hour
Sam his pacing the room, holding his phone. You are looking through some of the papers scattered on the floor to try and find where the husband lives. Dean walks out of the bathroom, mud free. He shrugs on his jacket and walks over to where you and Sam are sitting, "Hey, guys. I'm starving, I'm gonna grab a little something to eat in that diner down the street. You guys want anything?"
"No," replies Sam.
"I'll come with," you say, standing up and grabbing the black leather jacket you had discarded on the bed.
"You sure, Sammy, Aframian's buying?" says Dean.
Sam shakes his head.
"Alright, fine, come on (Y/N)," Dean walks out the door, you following. You finish putting on your jacket and both of you cross the parking lot. You look over and see a police car, where the clerk, and two deputies are talking. The clerk points at both of you. You hit Dean in the shoulder and nod to the men. Dean reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. The phone rings and you hear a muffled Sam, "Dude, five-oh, take off." The deputies are approaching you and Dean, "Uh, they kinda spotted me. Go find Dad," with that, Dean hangs up the phone. Both of you turn and smile at the deputies.
"Problem, officers?" you ask.
"Where's your other partner?" ask one of them.
"Partner? What, what partner?" asks Dean.
The one officer, Jaffe, glances over his shoulder and motions for the clerk to go check the room. The clerk walks over.
"So. Fake US Marshal. Fake credit cards. You two got anything that's real?" asks Jaffe.
"My boobs," says Dean grinning. The other deputy slams Dean onto the car hood. Jaffe then slams you onto the car hood, across from Dean. Dean smiles at you.
"You have the right to remain silent.." starts Jaffe.
Time Skip: 1 Hour
You, Dean, and the Sheriff are currently sitting in an interrogation room. The Sheriff just brought in a box and sets it at the table, if front of you and Dean. Then, he walks across the table, staring at both of you, "So, either of you want to give us your real names?"
"I told you, it's Nugent. Ted Nugent," says Dean.
"And mine's Pat Benatar," you say.
"I'm not sure either of you realize just how much trouble you're in here," says the Sheriff.
"We talkin', like, misdemeanor kind of trouble or, uh, squeal like a pig trouble?" asks Dean.
"You got the faces of ten missing persons taped to your wall," replies the Sheriff, Dean looks away and you look down, "Along with a whole lot of Satanic mumbo-jumbo. Kids, you are officially suspects."
"That makes sense. Because when the first one went missing in '82 I was one, and he was three," you comment.
"I know you've got more partners. One of 'em's an older guy. Maybe he started the whole thing. So tell me. Dean, (Y/N)," the Sheriff tosses a journal across the table, your father's journal, "This his?" Dean and you stare at it, finally you pull it closer to you and start flipping through it, "I thought that might be your names. See, I leafed through this. What little I could make out—I mean, it's nine kinds of crazy." Dean leans towards you to get a closer look, "But I found this, too," he flips the journal to a page that has 'DEAN 35-111' written on it, "Now. Both of you are stayin' right here till you tell me exactly what the hell that means." Dean and you look at the journal, then at each other.
Time Skip: 2 Hours
"I don't know how many times I gotta tell you. It's my high school locker combo," says Dean, you sigh, they had been going back and forth on this for at least 20 minutes.
"We gonna do this all night long?" asks the Sheriff.
One of the deputy's leans in the room, "We just got a 911, shots fired over at Whiteford Road."
The Sheriff looked at the deputy and then back at you and Dean, "Either of you have to go to the bathroom?"
"No," says Dean.
"Not at the moment," you reply.
"Good," the Sheriff handcuffs both of you to the table and then leaves. Dean looks at the journal and then elbows you and nods at the journal. You look down and that there is a paper clip sticking out of the journal. You grab it and then pick your handcuffs. You hand the paperclip to Dean and he does the same. You grab the journal as Dean is lookout. You hear a door open and close. Dean opens the door and looks around he waves his hand at you and you follow him out of the room. You peek out of the window and see that there is nobody outside. You open the entrance and walk out, "That," you say, "was surprisingly easy."
"Yeah," replies Dean, "We need to call Sammy, but they took my phone."
"Mine's in my duffel bag, I think I saw a payphone down the block," you say, looking in the direction of the payphone.
Both of you walk to the phone in silence. When you reach the phone Dean turns and looks at you, "Got some quarters?"
"No," you reply, "Can't you fiddle with it?"
"I'll try," Dean turns back to the phone booth and starts to mess with the coin slot, "Got it!" Dean dials a number and picks up the phone. A few seconds later, he talks, "Fake 911 phone call? Sammy, I don't know, that's pretty illegal," he pauses and then talks again, "Listen, we gotta talk," he is silent for a few seconds, "Sammy, would you shut up for a second?" he sighs and is silent, "Well, that's what I'm trying to tell you. He's gone. Dad left Jericho," another pause, "(Y/N)'s got his journal," more waiting, "Yeah, well, he did this time," another pause, "Ah, the same old ex-Marine crap, when he wants to let us know where he's going," he motions for you to open to the page where, as Dean puts it, the old ex-Marine crap is, "Sam? Sam!" He then slams the phone onto the holder.
"Dean?" you ask, closing the journal.
"Something happened to Sam, we gotta go find him?" reply's Dean, walking away.
"How? Walking?" you say, jogging to catch up with him, curse your brother's height.
"We could hot wire a car," suggest Dean.
"Works for me," you say, looking around, you spot a Chevy F-150, "How about that one?"
"A truck, really?" sighs Dean, "I thought you had good taste."
"Desperate times, desperate measures, and I don't see any classic cars around here, so unless you want to walk..." you trail off, sending Dean a smirk.
"Fine!" Dean walks over to the car and tugs on the handle, it opened with ease, "Let's hotwire us a car!"
Time Skip: 20 Minutes
Dean suspected Constance had gotten Sam, so he drived to the address mentioned on the article. He parked the car and both of you jumped out. You heard Sam's cry of pain, and you both looked at each other, then you ran. You saw the Impala sitting outside of a old house. You open the trunk and grab two guns, tossing one to Dean. Dean runs to the driver's seat and shoots at the window. Dean moves closer, still firing until suddenly he stops. The the car lurches forward and slams into the house. Both of you stare at the car in shock. Then, both of you run through the large hole in the wall. Both of you go to the passenger side of the car. Dean opens the door, "Sam! Sam! You okay?"
"I think," groans Sam.
"Can you move?" you ask.
"Yeah. Help me?" replies Sam. You move out of the way to let Dean lean through the window. Dean helps Sam out of the car;
"There you go." Dean closes the door and all three of you turn around to look at Constance. She glares at you and throws the picture she had been holding down. A bureau comes out of nowhere and slams into you, Dean, and Sam, pinning you against the car. You all try to push the piece of furniture away from you, but it wouldn't budge, The lights flick and Constance looks around. You hear water and then see that it is pouring down the stairs. Constance goes to the bottom of the stairs. You can see the figures of two children holding hands, then they speak in unison;
"You've come home to us, Mommy."
Suddenly the kids are behind her, they give her a hug. Constance screams, her image starting to flicker. In a surge of energy, Constance and the two kids melt into a puddle on the floor. All three of you shove at the bureau and go look at the spot where Constance and her kids vanished.
"So this is where she drowned her kids," you say.
Sam nods, "That's why she could never go home. She was too scared to face them."
"You found her weak spot. Nice work, Sammy," he slaps Sam in the chest, where he was injured.
Sam laughs painfully, "Yeah, I wish I could say the same for you. What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak?"
You walk over to Sam and touch his chest lightly, "You need to let me look at that."
Sam looks down and nods at you, then Dean speaks, "Hey. Saved your ass." Dean looks down at the car, then back up at the two of you, "I'll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car? I'll kill you. That goes for you too, sweetheart."
Sam laughs and then you say, "I am not your sweetheart."
Time Skip: 1 Hour
Sam is sitting in the back with you, map on his lap, trying to look for the coordinates. You are holding a flashlight for him.
"Okay, here's where Dad went," Sam points to a spot on the map, showing it to you.
"It's called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado," you say, loud enough for Dean to hear it over the song playing, Highway to Hell.
Dean nods, "Sounds charming. How far?"
"About six hundred miles," answers Sam.
"Hey, if we shag ass we could make it by morning," Dean says.
Sam looks down, hesitatingly, "Dean, I, um..."
"He can't go remember, he has the interview," you say, trying to save Sam from the awkwardness.
"Oh," Dean glances back in the rearview mirror.
"The interview's in like, ten hours. I gotta be there," says Sam, looking at you, but talking mainly to Dean.
"Yeah. Yeah, whatever. We'll take you home," says Dean.
You give Sam an understanding smile and then you turn off the flashlight.
Time Skip: 6 Hours
Dean pulls the car in front of the apartment. Sam opens the backdoor, but he gives you a quick hug before he leaves. You slide up to the passenger seat.
"Call me if you find him?" asks Sam. You and Dean both nod solemnly, "And maybe I can meet up with you guys later, huh?"
"Yeah," you say, smiling sadly.
Sam pats the car door twice and turns away. Dean leans towards you and the open the open window, "Sam?" Sam turns back around, "You know, we made a hell of a team back there," you nod in agreement.
"Yeah," replies Sam. Dean drives both of you off leaving Sam in front of his apartment.
"I'm gonna miss him," you say, sighing as you relax into the seat.
"Me, too," replies Dean not taking his eyes away from the road.
Dean drives for about two minutes, then he looks down at his watch, the he looks up and makes a U-turn, "Dean?" you ask, looking at your older brother nervously.
"My watch stopped," Dean says, pressing of the gas.
You are back at Sam's apartment in about 1 minute. You jump out of the car and grab a gun from the trunk. You and Dean both rush into the building and the Sam's apartment. Dean kicks open the door, you see fire coming from Sam's room. Both of you run to the room and see Sam lying on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. Jessica was on the ceiling, on fire, just like your mom, all those years ago.
"Sam!" you and Dean yell.
"Jess!" cries Sam, "No! No!" Dean and you both run into the apartment and grab Sam, shoving him out of the door, "Jess! Jess! No!"
Time Skip: 30 Minutes
There is a fire truck and some police cars surrounding the apartment. Dean is watching the chaos, you are over by the car, trying to comfort Sam. He was ignoring you, loading a shotgun. Dean walks over and gives you a look and then looks at Sam. Sam looks up at Dean, then at you, he sighs, nods, and then throws the shotgun in the trunk, "We got work to do." You slam the trunk shut.
I hope this was good! I followed a transcript of the episode, so it should be extremely accurate. I actually used a deleted scene with Dean and his watch. I should have a new one up within the next week hopefully!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything or anyone I wrote about, except for (Y/N), the rest below to CW and the writers and creators of Supernatural.