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~ The Paths We Tread: Reunion ~
~ Chapter Two ~

"Let me know when you're coming back so I can unlock the door." Blaire instructed her brothers as she started unpacking her things in their motel room, turning to Sam to explain, "I'm still really cautious about leaving it unlocked."

"We'll go and see if we can find this Amy girl that the cops were talking about, and we'll let you know if we get anything." Dean replied as his sister unpacked her laptop and sat on the bed she'd taken, "You gonna be okay?"

"Dean, I'm fine." She laughed, "Go. And bring me back some pie or something."

"Sure. See you later, Lil' B."

With that, her brothers left the room, and she waited until the car had pulled away from the motel before hurrying to the door and locking it. She let out a deep breath when she'd done so, and then returned to her bed to begin researching local legends on her laptop, which was her first port of call whenever she was on a hunt. She hated leaving the door unlocked. Anything could come in if you let your door unbolted, and after a bad experience with a drunken hobo, Blaire wasn't going to put herself in that situation again.

It didn't take her long to find a result, and then she went on to search details about said legend. The legend was that a woman had died on that stretch of road, but that she hadn't quite left. She was still there and appeared to men as a hitchhiker. She then got into their vehicles and they were never seen again. The more she researched, the more she uncovered, and soon, Blaire had the story of a woman named Constance who had committed suicide when she'd found her two children dead in the bathtub. Just as she finished up reading, her phone rang, and she saw that it was Dean.

Flipping the pink phone open, she heard Dean's happy voice on the end of the line, which, in her mind, meant that he'd got a result. He must've been so proud of himself.

"We know what's been happening on that bridge." He told her.

"Constance." Blaire answered, "She committed suicide up there, right?"

"Aww, man... You always beat us to it!" Dean huffed.

"Just get all the info you can and get back here." Blaire replied, running her hand through her hair, "We going up there tonight?"

"Yep. Best place to start, don't you think?" Dean told her, "We'll be back in ten minutes."

"Okay." Blaire said sweetly, "Bye."

She flipped her phone shut and returned to her laptop, closing down the web browser and then shutting the computer down. She took advantage of the ten minutes she had and hopped in the shower, hurriedly getting dried and dressed into some fresh clothes before unlocking the door for her brothers. She got her spare bag ready and began to check her weapons, making sure that they were clean. While they usually left things in the car, Blaire always had some weapons with her in case of emergency.

In this life, you never knew what could come through the door.


Darkness had fallen over Jericho, and Dean, Sam and Blaire were walking up the bridge towards the site of Constance's death.

The water bellowed beneath them as it raced by, causing the moonbeams that landed on it to dance wildly as though they were as restless as the water. Blaire shuddered and pulled her black jacket tighter around her body. It was cold that night.

"So this is where Constance took the swan dive." Dean said, looking over the railing.

"So, you think Dad would've been here?" Sam asked with a grimace as the siblings all rested against the railing and looked down at the water.

"Well, he's chasing the same story, and we're chasing him." Blaire sighed, moving away from the railing to walk along the bridge.

"Okay, so now what?" Sam asked as he and Dean followed her footsteps.

"We keep digging 'til we find him. It might take a while." Dean answered calmly, despite being able to practically feel Sam's bitch face.

"Dean... I told you..." Sam said, trying not to lose his patience, "I have to be back by Monday."

"You're really serious about this interview, aren't you?" Dean asked him with a smirk, "You think you're just gonna become some lawyer? Marry your girl?"

"Maybe." Sam replied defensively, "Why not?"

"Does Jessica know the truth?" Dean continued to question his brother, "Does she know about the things you've done?"

"No, and she's not ever going to know." Sam replied, stepping closer to Dean.

Blaire moved to stand between them. She hated it when her brothers fought and the tension level was getting pretty high between the three of them at that point. Sam was a Winchester and he couldn't hide from it. Keeping the truth about his life from Jessica wasn't a great basis to start a marriage on and the middle sibling knew that in his heart, Sam knew this as well.

"Well that's healthy." Dean told him, "You can pretend all you want, Sammy. But sooner or later, you're gonna have to face up to who you really are."

"And who's that?" Sam asked.

"You're one of us." Dean responded, walking away which caused Blaire to put a hand on her head with irritation.

"No. I'm not like you!" Sam argued, getting in front of him and blocking his way, "This is not going to be my life."

"You're a Winchester, Sam." Blaire told him, as she had earlier, approaching the pair slowly, "You can't just run away from your responsibilities. You owe this to our mother."

"You know, without any pictures, I wouldn't even know what Mom looks like." Sam responded, earning an angry glare from his sister as she squared up to him.

She may have only been five feet and eight inches tall but his height didn't scare her. She positioned herself so that she was right in his face, and her voice became low and angry. She hated the words that had just come out of his mouth. They were like poison to her.

"What the hell does that have to do with anything? She was your mother! She brought you into this world, and whether you knew her or not, you owe it to her!" Blaire snapped, grabbing him and hauling him into the bridge.

Sam was astounded by the strength that his sister had. She hauled his six foot, and four inch frame into the bridge and hurt his back in the process. Dean quickly stepped forward to get her to let him go, but Blaire just drew Sam closer to her face, her eyes never leaving his. Tears were now present in those beautiful green eyes, and that was all it took for Sam to know that he had seriously hit a nerve.

"Don't you dare talk about her as though she doesn't matter." She snarled, "She gave you life. She died protecting you as well. So don't you dare talk about her like that ever again, or I'll make you regret it, I swear to God."

"Easy." Dean said quietly near her ear, "Let him go."

She let her brother go and turned away from him, running her hands over her face. Dean gave Sam a half-hearted glare and the younger Winchester bowed his head in shame. As Blaire wiped her eyes, she looked back at the bridge ahead, and her heart leapt into her throat.

"Guys..."

The two brothers turned and were met with the same sight as she was. A woman in white was standing on the railing, her dark hair blowing in the wind. The moon gave her beautiful figure an eerie glow, and her gaze was fixed on the siblings. A chill ran down Blaire's spine as the woman stared at them. The air seemed to have grown colder all of a sudden, and Blaire wrapped her jacket around herself further as she shivered in the wind.

The woman kept her gaze on the siblings, and then slowly, without tearing her gaze away, she toppled over the side of the bridge, sending the Winchesters into a panic. They flew to the other side of the bridge, looking for any sign of the woman. But there was no-one there.

"Do you see her?" Blaire asked, "Where'd she go?"

"I don't know..." Sam replied, looking frantically around the area to see if she'd hit the water because they'd not heard a splash.

Suddenly, behind them, the Impala had started up. Dean almost swore as they stepped back into the centre of the bridge to see what was happening as the beautiful rumbling of the Impala's engine sounded in their ears. Blaire couldn't believe her eyes. His car had started on its own...

"What the...?" Dean asked with wide eyes.

"Dude, who's driving your car?" Sam asked him, watching in horror as he pulled his keys out of his pocket.

The car then startled hurtling towards them, her engine roaring as it got faster and faster. In their panic, the siblings began to run away from the car, sprinting for their lives. As it was catching up, Sam jumped over the side of the bridge and managed to grab hold of a ledge to stop himself from falling in. Dean leapt over the side and landed in the water, but Blaire kept running. As soon as Dean and Sam had disappeared the car stopped where it was.

Once she realised the car wasn't after her, she rushed back to the side of the bridge and moved to help Sam back over the side. It took some effort on her part but she managed to pull him up and over, with him helping himself as well. The two of them frantically searched the water for any sign of Dean. Initially he was nowhere to be seen, and Blaire was about to jump in to go and look for him, when Sam called out their elder Winchester's name.

"Dean!" Sam yelled, spotting his drenched brother crawling onto the bank of the river.

"What?!" A very angry and sodden Dean yelled in return.

"Oh, my God..." Blaire breathed, "Hey, are you alright?!"

"Super!" Dean called back, laying on his back which revealed how caked he was in mud.

Blaire and Sam shared a relieved laugh and went to go and meet their brother who trudged up the hill and back onto the bridge. He was a complete mess and must've felt incredibly uncomfortable. Blaire hurried forward to go and check on him because even if he said he was fine, Dean sometimes lied and he wasn't as well as he made out to be.

"I'm so glad you're safe..." She whispered, trying not to touch him as he was absolutely drenched and filthy.

"The car alright?" Sam asked, approaching the pair.

"Yeah, whatever she did to it, it seems alright now." He said, glaring across the bridge, "That Constance chick... What a bitch!"

He shouted 'bitch' so loudly it made Blaire flinch. She looked around them at both ends of the bridge and took a deep breath, running her hand into the hair at the back of her head. Why had the car stopped at the boys and why had it not chased her? She was rather curious as to the motive for Constance taking all these men.

"Well, she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure." Sam said quietly, sitting beside Dean as they rested on the hood of the Impala, "So, where does the trail go from here, genius?"

Dean raised his hands to say he didn't know and let out a puff of breath. He was sodden and covered in dirt. He was ready for bed and a damn hot shower. Blaire and Sam shared looks, both of them grimacing as they glanced at their brother who not only looked a mess, but he smelt pretty gross too.

"You smell like a toilet." Sam said, sniffing around Dean, only for the elder brother to glare at him.

"Come on. Let's head back." Blaire told them, "I bet Dean could use a shower."


The next morning, the three siblings headed out for breakfast and then decided to carry on researching back in their room. Sam was the one having to sneak in and out of the room as they'd only paid for two people. Sam was rather disgruntled about that considering he was the largest of the trio and the most difficult to hide.

Walking back to the motel after their delicous meal, Blaire ran in to the manager who noticed the two brothers walking behind her, which caused him to look at her suspiciously, and then to glare at Sam. She took the chance to put on her sweetest voice and get them out of his questioning before he could even start it. She didn't enjoy lying but it was part of the job after all.

"Hi, um, my friend here needs a place to stay for the night. Uh... he's just had a fight with his girlfriend, you see and she's told him not to bother going home... Is it possible for us to book him in our room, and get some extra towels in there?" She asked with a frown, "I'll happily pay for the extra person and the extra service..."

"Sure. Follow me, all of you." The old man replied, beckoning them towards the reception.

He took the credit card from Blaire and looked at it, then returned his gaze to her again. He looked as though he'd just had a eureka moment, and as he filled out the details in the motel check-in book, he cleared his throat.

"You guys having a reunion or something?" He asked, handing her the card back.

"Pardon?" Blaire asked sweetly, taking her card.

"That other guy, Burt Aframian... He came in and bought out a room for the whole month. Thought I recognised the name on your card but I didn't know where from 'til now."

Blaire's heart stopped in her chest at his words. She quickly regained her composure and let out a sweet laugh, turning to her brothers and giving them a sly wink. If their dad had rented a room out it was highly possible that he was still in the area somewhere. The only question was where? All she could hope for in that moment was that he was safe. Thinking quickly, she cleared her throat and smiled up at the owner.

"Yeah, my dad's meeting us out here. We're starting a road trip of the States from here, is all." She responded, "Which room is he in?"

"Ten." The owner replied with a solemn expression, "Not seen or heard anything of him for days though."

"Oh, thanks." Blaire grinned, "We'll see if we can get a response out of him, huh? He's probably been busy planning our routes. Bless him. He's always well prepared."

"I'll fetch you your towels." The manager replied, heading to the back of the reception to bring out some clean white towels for Sam, which he gingerly handed to Blaire.

"Thanks. Have a good day." She said with a smile, turning around to head out of the reception, "Come on, boys."

As they left the room, Blaire quickly unlocked her room and threw the towels in, while Dean guarded Sam as he picked the lock to room ten. Sam stepped inside, mouth agape when he saw the state of the room. He quickly dragged Dean inside, and Blaire slipped in behind them, closing the door.

"Man..." She whispered, looking around at the clippings on the walls, and the salt on the floor, "What the...?"

Dean moved in and turned on a nearby lamp, and sitting under it was a half eaten burger that had clearly been there for a couple of days. Sam went to inspect the salt lines and other various wards that were scattered around the room, while Blaire moved around to look at the newspaper clippings on the wall. Sam picked some salt up between his fingers and examined it while Dean picked up the burger, wincing as he smelt it. It clearly had been there for a while.

"I don't think he's been here for a couple of days at least." Dean said, replacing the burger.

"Salt..." Sam began, rubbing the substance between his fingers, "Cat's-eye shells... He was worried. Trying to keep something from coming in."

Blaire studied the clippings and the sheets of paper stuck to the walls, brushing them with her fingers. Her dad's handwriting was messier than normal. She read the sheets and blew out a breath, biting her lip anxiously. His writing was rushed, as though he was worried and was trying to get as much information written down as possible before something came and stopped him from doing so. It wasn't like her dad to be so freaked out, and because he was quite obviously worried about something, it made Blaire worry too.

"What have you got here?" Sam asked as he and Dean approached their scared looking sister.

"Centennial Highway victims." She responded quietly, not even turning to look at them, "I don't get it... Different men, different jobs, ages, ethnicities. There's always a connection, right?"

Sam, at this point, had moved his way across to the other side of the room, where maps and drawings of figures from ancient lore had been plastered on the walls. John had been a very busy boy during his time there.

"So, what is it that they have in common?" Dean asked, moving to look at the images with Sam.

The younger sibling moved away from his current spot and over to the back wall, switching on the lamp as he looked at all of the images around him.

"Dad figured it out." He said with a huff, catching the attention of the others.

"Huh?" Blaire asked, approaching him quickly.

"He found the same article as we all did." Sam replied, "Constance Welch is our woman in white."

"If it was a woman in white, Dad would have found the corpse and destroyed it, right?" Dean suggested, looking back to his siblings.

"She might have another weakness." Sam said with a half smile.

"Dad would wanna make sure." Blaire replied with a shake of her head, "He'd dig her up. Does it say where she's buried?"

"No, not that I can tell..." Sam told her, scratching his head, "If I were Dad though, I'd go and ask her husband, if he's still alive..."

"Why don't you get started on finding an address?" Blaire asked him quietly, "I just wanna do a double sweep and make sure we haven't missed any other articles."

She began to turn to head back to their own room when she heard Sam clear his throat. She turned around to look at him again, watching a guilty look spread onto his face as he tried to find the right words to say. Their encounter on the bridge had been heavy on both of their minds. Blaire never wanted to put her hands on her brother that way but the way he'd talked about their mother was disgusting. Sam knew he'd stepped out of line.

"Hey... What I said about Mom earlier..." He began quietly, "I'm sorry..."

"No chick flick moments." Blaire told him, nodding at him in acknowledgement, "Get onto that address, bitch. I'm going out for food."


Blaire was sitting in a diner eating the most beautiful burger she'd had in months when her cell phone rang. She chewed rapidly before she took the phone out of her pocket and answered it quickly, swallowing the mouthful of lettuce and meat.

"Everything alright, Sam?"

"Dean's been arrested... I managed to get outta there before they got hold of me, but I scooped our stuff and ran." Sam said, barely taking a breath, "I went to see Mr Welch to get out of the area, but judging by what we discussed, I think he cheated on Constance, and..."

"And that's why she killed the kids and then herself..." Blaire whispered with relief at the revelation, "Now we know what happened, we can find her weakness... Is Dean okay?"

"I just pulled a fake 911 call to give him chance to break out. I'm coming to get you."

"When you get here, I'm driving the car, understand?" Blaire smirked, "I gave up shotgun for you."

"Sure. See you in five."

Blaire put the phone down and grabbed her stuff, leaving a few bills for her food that she'd hustled from someone the previous month, before heading out to the front of the diner. Sam pulled up right on time, and the two quickly switched sides of the car. Blaire grinned wildly, revved the engine a few times, and then finally set off, sending the car roaring out of sight.


Sam had just been on the phone to Dean when it happened. The woman in white had appeared on the back seat of the car and had thrown Blaire out onto the side of the road. The car had then disappeared out of sight with Sam still sitting in the passenger seat. As Blaire lay on the tarmac, she knew damn well that if she didn't get her ass in gear, Sam could die.

"Shit!" She breathed, getting to her feet and sprinting after the car while trying to ignore the pain in her hands and knees.

There was no way some ghost was taking out her brother, especially not when she hadn't seen him for nearly two years. She played over the incident in her head for a few moments as she ran. For some reason, Constance wasn't interested in her, as evidenced by the incident on the bridge, and the incident on the road just a few minutes prior, and Blaire knew that she could use that lack of interest to her advantage. She sprinted and sprinted until she saw the lights of the Impala next to an old, derelict house. She heard gunshots and saw Dean shooting through the Impala's window as the spirit sat on top of Sam.

"Dean!" She yelled, sprinting towards the commotion while trying not to panic.

To her horror, the car then went speeding into the house, and as she caught up to Dean, she read the look of shock and terror on his face at the thought of Sam being hurt, as well as the car being damaged. The two of them raced inside and ran straight for the car to check on their brother. As Dean helped Sam to get out of the vehicle, Blaire was preoccupied with the spirit of Constance as she looked at the photo of her children which was strewn haphazardly on the floor.

Just as Dean got Sam out of the car, the dark-haired spirit threw a chest of drawers at the pair, blocking them against the car. Looking to the top of the stairs, Blaire saw two small figures appearing in the moonlight, and she smiled to herself. Constance wasn't going to last much longer, and Blaire knew now that she would be able to keep her brothers safe while the spirit was dealt with.

"I don't think so." She said lowly, stepping between her brothers and the ghost, "Someone's come to welcome you home."

She pointed to the stairs, where Constance set her eyes on her children for the first time in many, many years. In a flash, they were down the stairs, dragging their mother through the floor with them while she screamed and writhed to get away. Blaire winced and stepped back towards her brothers, moving the chest of drawers out of their way as they struggled against it. Constance disappeared into the floor in an explosion of light and noise, and then, she was gone.

"Are you alright?" Blaire asked them both, quickly pulling them into an embrace, "I thought you were gone, Sammy..."

Sam nodded in response and hugged Blaire back, relieved that she was also safe. The siblings all looked towards the wet patch that had been left on the floor by the children and let out sighs of relief. It was over. Constance had paid the price for killing her children all those years ago, and no other men were going to die at her hands because of her husband's mistake.

"This is where she killed her kids... That's why she could never go home." Blaire whispered, "She couldn't bear to face them."

"We found her weak spot. Good work guys." Dean said, patting Sam on the chest which caused him to yell in pain.

"I wish I could say the same for you!" He laughed at Dean, "What were you thinking, shooting Casper in the face, you freak?"

"Hey, I saved your ass." Dean replied, "I'll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car... I'll kill you."

To this, Sam and Blaire could only laugh in response. They were safe and now, their next priority was getting Sam back for his interview.


Blaire sat in the back of the Impala, looking at the co-ordinates that John had left them in his journal. She whistled and let out a breath, clearing her throat as she brushed a lock of blonde hair behind her ear.

"Okay, so Dad went on to a place called Blackwater Ridge, in Colorado."

"Sounds charming." Dean replied, "How far?"

"About six hundred miles." She huffed, "Damn..."

"If we shag ass, we can make it by morning." Dean responded, hearing Blaire clear her throat again.

"Dean... Sam has his interview in a few hours..." She said softly, reaching over to touch his shoulder gently, "We should take him home..."

Dean looked across at Sam who ducked his head, and he nodded, agreeing to drop his brother back at home. Blaire knew how hard this was for all of them, because having Sam back had been awesome. They'd truly missed him and they didn't want to see him go. But nevertheless, after a practically silent, long and horribly uncomfortable drive, they pulled up outside Sam's building.

The younger Winchester got out of the car, and Blaire joined him to swap seats with him. Sam only asked that they call him if they found their Dad, and he even said he might meet up with them later. That gave Blaire a small amount of comfort, even though her heart was tearing apart again.

As Sam stepped away from the car, Blaire went to get inside, but a sudden feeling of dread flitted into her stomach and she knew that she couldn't leave. Something was wrong.

"We can't go." She said quietly.

"What is it?" Dean asked, taking in the concern on her face, "What's wrong?"

"I don't know but we can't leave..." Blaire told him, "Let's just follow him up. Make sure he's okay."

Dean rolled his eyes and climbed out of the car, thinking that she was overreacting. He slowly decided to follow Blaire to the entrance of the building, and the two of them slipped inside. As they approached Sam's apartment, they heard him scream Jess's name, and the roar of a fire hit their ears.

Blaire's heart stopped. Twenty-two years ago was happening all over again and the thought of it was enough to almost make her completely stall with fear. Dean kicked the door of the apartment open and the two ran inside looking for their brother. Jess was on the ceiling, completely engulfed in flame, and Sam was laying on the bed, helplessly screaming her name.

The middle sibling rushed forward and grabbed him by the jacket, pulling him off the bed. It took the two of them to restrain him and get him out of the room and they both had to physically haul him down the stairs to get him to safety. While Dean called 911 outside the building, Blaire sat with her little brother, trying to soothe him as he grieved for the loss of his girlfriend.

"She's gone, Blaire... I can't believe she's gone."

Blaire's eyes were filled with tears as she cupped her brother's face and tried to wipe the tears away, before she pulled him closer to embrace him. His future had been ripped away from him there and then, and as she held him, Blaire remembered what she'd told him before. 'We're a cursed family...' God, how she hated being right...

"I'm so sorry, Sammy. I'm so, so sorry..."

The sounds of sirens soon filled their ears, and Dean made sure that he, Blaire and Sam were away from the commotion as onlookers soon started to fill the street. Soon, people were being evacuated from the building and Sam was taking this time to start checking the weapons in the car. Now he understood why his dad went on the crusade that he did. Now he knew why John was determined to find out what did that to their mother.

As Dean and Blaire approached him, Blaire rubbed his back gently, watching him throw the gun he had in his hands into the trunk. He gave the two older siblings a quick glance, and then reached up to close the trunk. As he did, he spoke five words that made Dean and Blaire feel a hint of relief. The Sam that they knew and loved was back...

"We've got to work to do."

-To Be Continued-


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