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Chapter 2-Pilot Part 2

"I'm going out to grab food. Sammy, make sure Addi doesn't fall asleep while I'm gone. Not sure if that's a concussion or not," Dean instructed as headed out the door. He winked at me before he closed it, leaving me to sit on the bed next to Sammy.

Sammy pulled out his phone and started dialing a number. I figured he was calling to check up on Jess so I got up again, ignoring the giant bruise on my leg, and started wandering around the room again. I was doing my best to give Sam as much privacy as I could before I heard my phone go off on the bathroom sink where I had left it. Probably not a smart move but if I damaged it, I'll just get a new one anyway. We always ended up replacing our phones every so often to keep people, or things, from tracking us.

"Hello?" I answered, wondering why Dean was calling when he just walked out the door a second ago.

"I've been spotted by our lovely friends, the police. Get out now," I heard Dean say before the line disconnected.

I stared at my phone like an idiot for a moment before I registered what I said. I hurried into the other room, any pain forgotten and grabbed Sam's phone from him.

"Really sorry Jessica! Got to run. He'll call you later tonight!" I said hurriedly into the phone before ending the call.

"What the hell Addi?!" Sam protested, standing up from the bed and looking down at me. God, he had gotten so tall. I really felt like a shrimp compared to him.

"We literally need to run, like right now," I said as I peeked out the window and saw a pair of cops talking to Dean. They ended up bending him over the impala and started cuffing him and I pulled away.

"They have Dean. We have to go," I said.

Sam nodded and we headed out the back exit, sprinting away from the hotel. We would have to wait for them to leave and devise a plan to get Dean out. Things were definitely starting to get more complicated.

"We better make it back by Monday," Sam muttered.

XxXxX

"Are you Joseph Welch?" Sam asked as an older, worn gentleman who answered the screen door to his home. He glanced between us with a raised eyebrow.

"What's it to ya?" He asked, still looking between the two of us.

Sam pulled out a picture that I didn't even know he had anymore. It was a picture of him, Dean, and John sitting on the hood of the impala. My dad had taken that picture for them, so John would have something to remind him why he was hunting in the first place.

"Is he familiar? Has he come around asking questions?" Sam asked.

Mr. Welch let out a sigh before coming outside and leading us through his backyard. He wasn't all too happy we were there but he wasn't all too disgruntled either.

"Sorry to bother you, it's just, we were working on a story with him and we haven't heard from him in a while. We were hoping if maybe he came around here?" I asked, sticking my hands in my jacket pockets.

"Pretty sad story to be working," Joseph said with a sigh, rubbing his hand on the backside of his neck.

"Did he ask any questions when he came around?" I asked, glancing over at Joseph. He glanced between us before hesitantly answering.

"He asked where she was buried…"

"And where is that?" Sam asked, earning a confused and unsure glance from Mr. Welch.

"Anything to let us know where our friend might be would help. Retracing his steps," I said with a small smile, taking Joseph's suspicions away again.

"By my old place on Breckenridge," Joseph answered, adjusting the hat on his head.

"Why did you move?" Sam asked and I glared at him. Was he that blind?!

"I couldn't live in the house my children died in," Joseph answered quietly, hanging his head a little. He seemed pretty broken up about it, like any father would be.

"Did you ever marry again?" I asked. "Find love again?"

"No. I couldn't after already being married to the love of my life. She was the one for me," he said, looking at me for a moment.

"So you were happily married then?" Sam asked, and it made me want to punch him for a moment, but only for a moment. Mr. Welch hesitated with his answer, which made me suspicious of him this time.

"Yeah, of course we were," he said, not sounding really convinced of his own answer.

"I'll go start the car," I said, gingerly prying the keys out of Sam's jacket pocket before leaving them alone together. I figured the conversation was over and it was time to get rid of Constance's ghost.

I started the impala, sitting in the driver's seat. Dean wasn't one for having anyone drive the impala other than him now that John had given it to Dean, but family was the exception. I hadn't driven it often but there were a few occasions I had and it told me just how much Dean trusted me. I never questioned him, I only made sure to be very careful with his baby.

I glanced up from the steering wheel, pushing aside my sudden worry for Dean. We hadn't even started on working on Dean's escape plan. We didn't even know if Dean had one or what was going on. I was just hoping everything would work out soon because all this worrying was going to prematurely age me.

Sam walked back to the car, his own head hung. He got in the passenger seat and looked over at me. "I still can't believe he lets you drive it. He has a fit if I try to."

I pulled out of Mr. Welch's driveway. "Maybe one day he'll let you. It's been a while since we've all been together Sammy and this definitely takes time to have him agree for you to drive."

We chatted as we drove back to town, catching up on all the things we missed. He shared everything about him first leaving us to go to college and how he met Jessica and I shared all of the crazy stories I had and how Dean and I grew close. I didn't talk about the mushy stuff, knowing Sam really didn't want to know that about his brother, but it was nice to talk to Sammy again.

I heard my phone ring and start buzzing in my jacket pocket. I wanted to answer it but I really didn't want to do something stupid and mess up Dean's car. I still was learning mechanics so I could help him fix it and I was nowhere near where I wanted to be.

"Answer that for me?" I asked Sam and handed him my phone.

"Hello?" Sam answered. "She's driving that's why."

I glanced over at Sam with a raised eyebrow. "Is it Dean?" I asked. Sammy nodded and we shared a smile filled with relief.

Sammy went on to briefly explain our meeting with Mr. Welch and how his suspicions on the woman in white were accurate. He told Dean where the body was and was beginning to ask why John hadn't burned her bones yet but he stopped, obviously interrupted by something Dean said.

"What do you mean he's gone?" Sam asked, eyebrows furrowed. "He never goes without that thing! Are they coordinates?"

I couldn't really hear Dean from the phone and I was trying to figure out what they were saying. I glanced over at Sammy for a moment, considering talking to Dean to myself. I checked the road and my heart nearly stopped. I slammed on the brakes and Sam and I shouted out in surprise.

The woman in white stood in the middle of the road, staring us down. We skidded right through her to a stop. I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles white. "Jesus Christ…"

"Take me home," a woman's soft voice said from the backseat of the car.

Sam and I glanced in the rearview mirror, seeing Constance sitting back there and staring at us through the mirror. She didn't blink and she didn't move, just waiting for us to take her home. I shared a look with Sam, unsure of what our next move was to be.

"No," Sam answered for us, looking back at the apparition.

"Take me home," the woman in white said more forcefully.

Suddenly, the locks for all the doors clicked down, effectively locking us in. We pried at them but they wouldn't budge. I heard the gearshift move and felt the pedal go down from underneath my foot.

"Sammy!" I warned, turning to face forward again.

He tried harder to open the door, even tried to shove the door but it wouldn't move. The car accelerated and I wanted to apply the brakes but I had a feeling that would probably mess something up with the car and I would catch hell for it. To be honest, I would rather face a ghost than Dean's wrath when it came to his baby. I swear he loved this thing more than anything in the world.

It wasn't too much longer before we pulled up in front of an old, broken down house we could only assume had been Constance's before her death. The car parked and shut itself off and I immediately grabbed the keys out of the ignition, even though it probably wouldn't do us any good anyways.

"Don't do this," Sam said, looking at Constance again through the rearview mirror.

"I can never go home," she said back to him in an incredibly sad voice.

"Are you scared to go home?" I asked after a moment as I turned around to take a good look at her, but she was gone.

I heard Sammy cry out and I pressed myself up against my side of the car. "What the hell?!"

Constance was straddled on top of Sammy, pressing into him as forcefully as she could. I really didn't want to see this, I mean; this was my adopted little brother we were talking about.

"You can't kill me. I'm not unfaithful," Sam gasped, trying to lean farther back into his seat, away from her.

"You will be," she replied. She leaned down and started kissing him, not letting him move away as he struggled to keep from kissing her.

I tried to shove her, or anything, but being a ghost made it really hard for me to do anything to her. "Stupid bitch!" I cursed.

She sat up and glanced over at me, snarling before disappearing.

"Are you okay?" I asked Sammy, still bewildered at the thought that a ghost just molested Sam. That took things to a whole new level of weird.

Sam opened his mouth to answer me but instead of words, he started yelling out in pain. He moved the jacket out of the way to reveal five burn holes into his shirt. Constance seemed to flicker back into existence as she tried to take his life.

"Take her home!" Sam shouted, struggled against Constance's grip.

I fumbled with the keys, unaware that a stream of curses was leaving my mouth at that point. I didn't even hear Dean screaming our names over Sam's shouting as I got the impala started and gunned it straight into the side of the house. Dean was going to have to forgive me if it meant saving Sam's life. I probably wouldn't be able to drive it for a month but I could live with that.

"Sammy?" I asked, parking the impala and feeling his chest for any wounds. The woman in white had disappeared, leaving Sam able to breathe and take a moment to collect himself.

"Sam? Addi?" Dean's voice called out to us in a panic.

"Get Sam!" I yelled back, unbuckling Sam from the seat.

"I'm fine, guys, really," he grunted out as Dean yanked open the car door and pulled Sam out.

I climbed out after him, seeing as I effectively had blocked my door from opening at all. Immediately I felt Dean's arms wrap around me, squeezing me tightly. It was his way of letting me know he was glad we were okay without actually having to say anything. I briefly hugged him back before letting go; looking over the run down room we were standing in.

Constance stood before us, looking over a picture frame that I could only guess had a picture of her kids in it by the expression on her face. She tossed it aside after a moment and took a step back, using her energy to force a dresser to slam all three of us against the side of the impala. I bit back a scream as it slammed into my bruised leg, spinning a wonderful web of curses in my head as I folded over the top of the dresser, slamming my fist into the wood. I could hear the boys also grunting and cursing from the force of the dresser.

I glared up at the woman in white, about ready to give her a piece of my mind when the words died in my throat. She was looking up at the stairs, where water was trickling down from the top. I could see two kids standing at the top of the stairs. The sudden silence beside me indicated that Dean and Sam were looking at them too.

We watched as the kids' grasped each other's hands before disappearing and appearing a moment later to stand beside their dead mother.

"You've come home to us mommy," they said in unison before grabbing onto her and sucking her down into the floor. Shapes twisted and she screamed as they literally dragged her soul down to, what I assumed, was probably hell. If that doesn't give someone nightmares, I don't know what does.

I sighed in relief and rested my torso on the top of the dresser for a moment, feeling like I had been holding my breath the whole time. I leaned back and helped Sam and Dean pushed the dresser away and leaned against the impala instead, keeping the weight off of my throbbing leg. They approached the spot where the woman and her children had disappeared into slowly, probably wondering if they were going to reach up and pull them down too.

"Good work Sammy," Dean told his little brother, patting his chest approvingly. By the sounds of Sam's protesting, it was the spot the woman in white had tried to suck out his life from. Dean walked back over to me, looking over the state of his impala.

"I wish I could say the same for you," Sam laughed, turning to face us. "You didn't do anything."

Dean ignored him, bending over beside me to inspect the nearest tire. He stood up and frowned at me, before turning to use that frown on Sam.

"I swear, if you've damaged my car, I'll you both," Dean threatened.

Well, maybe I was dead after all. I really needed to get working on how to fix cars so if something happened like this again, I could at least fix the damage I did myself.

"Really?" Sam said, rolling his eyes. He never understood the love Dean had for his car but he laughed anyway, just glad he was alive.

XxXxX

An hour later we were driving down the road. Dean was driving while I poured over a map, holding a flashlight between my shoulder and my head, finding the coordinates John had left us. I pinpointed them and leaned back into the seat.

"He went to some place called Blackwater Ridge in Colorado. It's about six hundred miles from here," I told Dean, looking over at him.

"If we hustle ass, we could make it by morning," Dean said, smiling at me. I didn't smile back, knowing Sam was going to interject.

"Dean…" Sam started, leaning towards us so he could see Dean through the rearview mirror.

"You're not going," Dean said in a flat tone, refusing to meet Sam's eyes in the mirror.

"That interview is in ten hours and I'm not going to miss it," Sam insisted, still looking at Dean through the mirror.

Dean was quiet for a moment before nodding and forcing a smile. "I'll take you home."

The rest of the car ride was pretty quiet. I dozed for a while; curled up against the door, head resting against the cool glass. It felt amazing compared to the headache I was starting to feel. I woke with a start when the impala came to a stop and the engine cut off, and glanced around, realizing we were back in front of Sam's place. I rubbing my eyes and stepped out of the impala, forcing back a yawn. I was struggling to remember the last time we actually slept. I pulled Sam into a hug as he got out of the car, not saying anything. I really wished this wouldn't have to be goodbye, even if it was only for a while. I missed having Sammy around.

"Maybe we can meet up sometime later?" Sam suggested, bending down to look through the window at Dean.

"Sure," Dean replied with a shrug. It didn't take a genius to know how upset Dean was about it but he wasn't about to stop Sam.

"Call us, okay?" I told Sam, taking a step back. "I want to know how the interview goes."

He nodded and smiled at me before jogging up to the door, hesitating a moment to wave goodbye at us, before disappearing inside.

Normally, Dean would have said some smartass remark but I knew he wasn't in the mood to be sassy. He missed his little brother and I was pretty sure wanted to shut it all away with drinking and pie.

"Let's go," he told me, starting the impala back up.

It was at that moment I got a really queasy feeling, a really bad one that made me hesitate. It was so strong I felt like I would hurl up my own stomach if I tried to ignore it. Something was very wrong, and oddly, it all felt way too familiar for my liking.

"You okay?" Dean asked, leaning over the seat to look at me through the passenger window.

"Something's not right, I managed to say, looking back at the door Sam had just walked through.

I ran up to it, adrenaline kicking in. I twisted the knob and shoved it open, not even hearing Dean curse or get out to come after me.

"Sam?!" I called out, feeling a very intense feeling of fear creep along inside me.

"Jess!" I could hear Sam screaming above me. I took off running, jumping up the stairs two at a time.

"Sam!" I called out again, stopped once I reached his bedroom door and winced at the intense light coming through the door.

Fire consumed the ceiling and it was creeping down the walls. Sam was hunched on his bed, fixated at the ceiling. He kept calling out Jess's name and when I glanced up at the ceiling I knew why. Jess was stuck to the ceiling, flames framing her body and slowly sucking her in. The fear seemed to freeze my core and I could feel myself start to shake.

I am not proud of freezing up like this when I have facing lots of horrors during the short time I have lived. I am not proud to have made Dean literally drag Sam and I out of the burning house. I felt weak inside, so very weak. It wasn't even someone I knew that died, but she was important to Sammy. More importantly, we had all experienced this before.

By the time the fire trucks had arrived, I had kicked myself in the ass mentally enough to come outside of my own head. I held Sammy close to me, even though he was a few feet taller than me. He let me hold him for a while, just staring at the smoke billowing out of the bedroom window. Dean stepped away for a moment, lost in his own thoughts. I knew what he was thinking, because it was on my mind too.

Sam got up from the hood of the impala, moving to the trunk. He opened it and lifted the false bottom, rummaging through all of the hunting items Dean had stored in there. I moved with him, feeling useless that I couldn't comfort him like I used to. Nothing could comfort him from this.

He loaded a shotgun and tossed it back into the trunk, taking in a deep breath before looking at me. My heart broke at the emotions swirling in his eyes.

"We've got work to do."

I wanted to tell him that he didn't have to do this, but there was nothing Sam had to go back to at this point. We were what he had left, what he knew, and he needed to get his revenge. I couldn't blame him; in fact, a part of me really supported it.

Sam closed the false bottom and slammed the trunk shut before getting in the front seat of the impala. I stood there for a moment, watching him rest his head in his hands before I felt a presence behind me. I turned and found Dean looking through the rear window at Sam's shadowy form in the car.

"We'll protect him Dean," I said softly, reaching up and grabbing his face to make him look at me. "We will get revenge and we won't let anything happen to him."

Dean nodded, face stern as he pulled away from my grasp and hopped into the driver's seat of the impala without a word. He turned it on as I climbed into the backseat and slowly pulled away, all of us watching the smoke lessen as more water was poured into the room.

It was a while before anyone spoke another word.