A young woman was tacking up posters with Troy's face and the caption "MISSING TROY SQUIRE" on the theater after they let me grab a quick bite of food. The three of us approached her.
"I'll bet you that's her." Dean said.
"No, it's totally Paris Hilton." I rolled my eyes then walked over to her.
"You must be Amy." I smiled.
"Yeah."
I knew the guys came behind me so I continued.
"Yeah, Troy told us about you. We're his aunt and uncles. I'm Sabrina, this is Dean, and this is Sam." I pointed.
"He never mentioned you to me."
She walked away. We walked with her.
"Well, that's Troy, I guess. We're not around much, we're up in Modesto." Dean lied this time.
"So, we're looking for him too, and we're kinda asking around." Sam continued.
Another woman came up to Amy and put a hand on her arm.
"Hey, are you okay?" She asked.
"Yeah."
"You mind if we ask you a couple questions?" Sam asked
The five of us were sitting in a booth. Sam had sat first so I sat down next to him, well Dean decided to sit in the same seat and squeeze me into between the two. Wonderful.
"I was on the phone with Troy. He was driving home. He said he would call me right back and…he never did." Amy told us.
"He didn't say anything strange, or out of the ordinary?" I questioned trying to get some kind of room.
She shook her head.
"No. Nothing I can remember."
Now I noticed her necklace that was a pentagram.
"I like your necklace." Sam said before me.
She held the pendent looking down at it.
"Troy gave it to me. Mostly to scare my parents," She laughed. "With all that devil stuff."
Sam laughed a little and looked down, then up as I smirked slightly. Dean looked over at the both of us.
"Actually, it means just the opposite. A pentagram is protection…"
"…against evil. Really powerful. I mean, if you believe in that kind of thing." I finished."Okay. Thank you, Unsolved Mysteries." Dean mocked us.
He leaned forward.
"Here's the deal, ladies. The way Troy disappeared, something's not right. So if you've heard anything…"The two girls looked at each other. I raised an eyebrow matching Dean's position.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Well, it's just…I mean, with all these guys going missing, people talk."
Knew them for all of an hour and all the sudden we could speak in chorus.
"What do they talk about?" We all asked at the same time.
We all made quick eye contact then looked away. That was strange.
"It's kind of this local legend. This one girl? She got murdered out on Centennial, like decades ago."
Dean looked at us, as we watched Rachel (we got the name earlier) attentively, nodding. I immediately knew he was saying this is what we were looking for as if we couldn't tell.
"Well, supposedly she's still out there."
I nodded.
"She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up? Well, they disappear forever."
We looked at each other. We found ourselves a lead.
~S~
I stood behind the guys playing with my necklace as we were in the library looking up this legends truth. As Dean was typing Sam looked at me then at how I was playing with my necklace.
"Sorry, was I making a lot of noise?" I asked dropping it.
"No, you were ok."
"I do that a lot."
"Where did you get it?"
"My father got it for me. Daddy's little angel." I laughed under breath.
"It's nice."
"Thank you." I nodded.
Dean now clicked go; the screen tells him there are "(0) Result". Sam took a go moving Dean out of his way as he replaced "Hitchhiking" with "Centennial Highway" getting the same response. I rolled my eyes.
"You guys really need to think. Here let me try."
Dean smacked my hand as I reached for the keyboard.
"We got it."
I rolled my eyes shoving between their chairs taking over.
"Hey!" Dean said.
"Trust me. Jeez, control freaks much?" I questioned.
I heard Sam at my side try not to laugh causing Dean to hit his shoulder.
"So angry spirits are born out of violent death, right?" I asked taking away "Murder".
"Yeah." Dean agreed.
"Well, maybe it's not murder." Sam said realizing what I had.
"Cookie to the Winchester I like better."
Sam chucked now as I replaced "Murder" with "Suicide" and found an article entitled "Suicide on Centennial". I stepped back motioning for them to take over. Dean glanced at Sam and Sam shrugged opening the article, dated April 25, 1981.
"This was 1981. Constance Welch, twenty-four years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the river." Sam read.
"Does it say why she did it?" Dean and I asked.
We looked at each other then we both shook it off.
"Yeah." Sam answered.
"What?" Dean questioned this time.
"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."
"Such a shame." I mumbled.
"Hm." Dean hummed.
Then I noticed the bridge in the picture.
"'Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn't bear it,' said husband Joseph Welch.'" Sam continued to read off.
"The bridge look familiar to you?" I asked crossing my arms.
"Stole the words right out of my mouth." Dean nodded.
~S~
We walked along the bridge at night knowing this was the only time it would be free of people and more importantly cops, then stopped to lean on the railing and look down at the river.
"So this is where Constance took the swan dive." Dean said.
"So you think dad would have been here?"
"If he was he was here way before me." I muttered stepping back and going to the other side.
"Well, he's chasing the same story and we're chasing him." Dean told Sam.
Dean was walking with Sam following while I looked off the other edge.
"Okay, so now what?"
"Now we keep digging until we find him. Might take a while."
Sam stopped as I moved over to them.
"Dean, I told you, I've gotta get back by Monday—"
Dean turned around.
"Monday. Right. The interview."
"Yeah."
I furrowed my brows confused. There was something going on between these too. I've known since minute one. Some kind of friction. Now there was an interview? They said they were hunters. Hunters hunt on their own without permission, what was this interview about?
"Yeah, I forgot. You're really serious about this, aren't you? You think you're just going to become some lawyer? Marry your girl?"
"Maybe. Why not?"
"Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know about the things you've done?"
Sam stepped closer.
"No, and she's not ever going to know."
"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 turned around and kept walking. Sam followed. I moved quickly knowing punches were probably going to be thrown.
"And who's that?"
"You're one of us."
Sam hurried to get in front of Dean.
"No. I'm not like you. This is not going to be my life."
"You have a responsibility to—"
"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."
Dean grabbed Sam by the collar and shoved him up against the railing of the bridge. There was a long pause as I looked between them trying to figure out what to do. Then I felt cold. I turned around my eyes going wide.
"Don't talk about her like that." I heard Dean say.
"Guys! Stop fighting now. We got other things to worry about." I called.
There was Constance standing at the edge of the bridge.
"Sam." Dean said.
They came over standing next to me. Constance looked over at us, and then stepped forward off the edge. We ran to the railing and looked over. She was just gone. Though it was still colder than it was before.
"Where'd she go?" Dean questioned.
"I don't know." Sam and I answered not even questioning the speaking at the same time thing now.
Then that sound filled my ears. The Impala's engine started and its headlights come on. We all turned around.
"What the—"
"Who's driving your car?" I said.
Dean pulled the keys out of his pocket and jingled them. The car jerked into motion, heading straight for us. We turned and ran.
"Come on!" I called running faster than them. "Go! Go!"
The car was moving faster than we were; when it got too close, we had no other choice. We dove over the railing. The car came to a halt and the cold air went away. Sam and I had snatched the railing just barely but Dean was no where to be seen. We looked at each then started to pull ourselves up.
Sam got up but when I was about to climb up my handing failed and I started to fall. I yelped but then two hands grabbed my one. I grabbed on top of them as they pulled me up.
"You ok?" Sam breathed.
"Yeah, yeah thanks Sam."
He put a hand on my shoulder panting slightly as he went to the edge.
"Dean? Dean!" He called.
Then I noticed the figure crawling out of the water. I pointed.
"There." I said.
"What?" Dean called to us.
"Hey! Are you all right?"
Dean held up one hand in an OK sign.
"I'm super."
Sam laughed, relieved, as I smiled happy he was ok too but was still joking around after that. We scooted away from the edge and went to the Impala waiting for him. When he got up here he started looking the car over.
Dean shut the hood of his car and leaned on it.
"Your car all right?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, whatever she did to it, seems all right now. That Constance chick, what a bitch!"
I giggled at that earning a grin from Dean and Sam.
"Well, she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure. So where's the job go from here, genius?"
Sam settled on the hood next to Dean as I stood there with my hands in my pockets. Dean threw up his arms in frustration, then flicked mud off his hands. When I sniffed the air I scrunched up my nose.
"You smell like a toilet." I told him.
Dean looked down then up at me.
"So what? You want a hug?"
"I'll pass on that." I laughed going over to back door and climbing in.
~S~
Third Person POV
"So, you trust her?" Dean asked Sam after she got in the car.
"I do."
"Alright, then I'll ask her about dad once we get a room for the night."
Dean got in the car as Sam hesitated. Worry had filled him once he saw her slip and about to fall. He didn't know why. Sure she was a nice girl and he should have been worried but there was a lot of worry for a complete stranger. He pushed the thought away climbing into the passenger's seat.
"Know any motels sweetheart?" Dean questioned.
"Yeah, the one I'm at has rooms. If not we got my room."
"Alright let's go."
