They pulled into the motel. Dean looked at the time. It was either very late, or very early. He let out a heavy sigh. He looked over, and saw Jasmine breathing lightly.

"Hey Jazzy. Wake up, we're here," he shook her gently. She began to stir, then sat up. She got out of the Impala and looked around.

"Why can't we ever stay in a nice hotel instead of a crappy motel?"

"Because this is cheap and easy," Dean got out of the car, and walked towards the reception office.

"Like most of his girls," Jasmine muttered under her breath. She walked around and grabbed their bags. She waited, and waited.

'Holy, what's taking him so long?' She went inside, and saw Dean flirting with the receptionist. Jasmine rolled her eyes and cleared her throat.

"Call me." Dean winked as he walked through the door, pulling Jasmine with him.

Jasmine couldn't sleep. How could she sleep when Sam was so close? She heard rustling of clothes, and she peaked through her eyes. Dean had gotten up, and put his jacket on. He grabbed his keys, looked around and left quietly. Jasmine hurried to put her shoes and jacket on, then ran outside. She hid behind a car, and watched as Dean left. She broke into the car hiding her, which the owners stupidly left the keys in, but lucky for her and followed him.

Jasmine found the Impala parked outside of an apartment building a few towns over. She pulled her hood up and watched Dean walk inside. Once again, she was waiting on Dean. When he walked back outside, her breathing froze. Sam was walking with him. She rolled down her window to listen to them.

"So what are you gonna do? Just live some normal apple pie life? Is that it?"

"No, not normal. Safe."

"And that's why you ran away?" Dean scoffed. Sam stared at him in disbelief.

"I was just going to college. It was Dad who said if I was gonna go, I should stay gone. And that's what I'm doing."

"Yeah, well Dad's in real trouble right now," Dean had a serious look on his face.

'What?!' Jasmine didn't know her dad was in trouble. Well, he hadn't been calling like he said he would, and it has been a few weeks. Scolding herself for not noticing sooner, she was also angry and upset at Dean, something that happened too often. She rolled down her window more, and continued eavesdropping.

"I can't do this alone," Dean said.

"Yes you can."

"Well I don't want to."

Sam stood there for a while. He sighed in defeat.

"What was he hunting? And where's Jaz?"

"I left her at the motel. She doesn't know about Dad yet. I want to keep it that way. She doesn't know I'm with you either," Dean opened his trunk, and started looking for some papers.

'That's what you think Dean-o.' Jasmine smirked at little.

Sam was still talking to Dean. Jasmine wanted nothing more than to run to Sam, and never let him go. She never played favourites, but he was more understanding and open than Dean was. Sam actually listened to her problems, and they actually had emotional moments.

Dean found the papers and closed the trunk. He handed Sam the papers. They were discussing them, when Dean looked up at the car Jasmine was in. She ducked and cursed. She slowly sat up, and watched Sam walk around. He mentioned something about law school before heading inside.

She decided to head back to the motel.

When she got there, her phone rang. She looked at the screen, and answered it.

"What Dean?"

"Morning to you too. Listen, I'm heading to Jericho. The reports for this thing are there. I'm sure you can meet me there."

"Dean, I don't like driving stolen cars. Come pick me up."

"No, no. You'll be fine. See ya later Jazzy."

"Dean, wait-" He hung up. She rolled her eyes and yelled out in frustration. She looked around the motel, and gathered all her belongings. She threw her bags into the now stolen vehicle, and headed towards Jericho.

"House rules, Sammy. Driver picks the music. Shotgun shuts his cakehole."

"You know, Sammy is a chubby twelve year old. It's Sam, okay?"

"I'm sorry. I can't here you. Musics too loud," Dean turned up the radio and smiled at Sam. Sam rolled his eyes and laughed. He wished they would hurry. He didn't want to miss his interview with Stanford. His mind wondered from one thing to another. Eventually, he turned down the radio.

"What are you doing Sammy? Tunes!" Dean scrunched up his face.

"Why didn't we pick up Jaz?"

Dean's expression changed to one of guilt. He felt bad leaving her in Fairfield, but he thought it was best for everyone.

"Because I don't want her to get used to hunting with the gang again. It's bad enough that she had to watch you leave once. I don't want her to go through that again Sam."

Sam was hurt. He didn't mean to hurt his younger sister, only his father. He would've went back to them, but John was the one that told him not to. Sighing, Sam ran a hand through his hair. He remembered when they were younger, and Jasmine always told Sam that she wanted to have a big house, kids, and a normal job. He shook his head, thinking that their Dad ruined their lives. Because of him, they couldn't have normal lives without feeling guilt.

They pulled up to a bridge just outside of Jericho. The police were investigating. Dean pointed at them.

"Check it out," He dug through the glove department, and pulled out a box. He opened the box, and pulled out two fake IDs.

They returned to the bridge after talking to the locals and researching the case. The sun had been long gone, and now the moon has taken it's place.

"So this is where Constance took a swan dive."

"Do you think Dad would've been here?"

At this point Jasmine hid further away so she couldn't hear them. She watched them walk around clueless. Anger was fuelling her. How could Dean do this to her? She looked around, and moved back to her original spot. Back into listening range.

"Dean, I told you. I've got to get back by-"

"Monday. Right. The interview, yeah, I forgot. You're really serious about this, aren't you? You think you're just gonna be 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?"

Jasmine couldn't believe what she was hearing.

'If Sam got out of hunting, why drag him back in, Dean? He's one the few who got out. Don't make him do something he doesn't want to do.'

She watched as Dean shoved Sam against the bridge. She let out a small yell, and resisted wanting to separate them. She pushed herself into the bushes. She got into her hidden car and left for Jericho. Pulling into the nearest and possibly the only motel, she booked a room.

All these emotions were bubbling inside her and she didn't know what to do with all of them. She pulled out her laptop and decided to research more about this Constance women they were talking about. Jasmine found out that Constance's kids drowned in the bathtub, and she went crazy after that. She committed suicide by jumping off the bridge. After more digging, Jasmine came to the conclusion that Constance is a women in white. She murders unfaithful men that happen to cross her path.

Jasmine's head started to hurt, and she rolled her eyes.

"Great," She muttered. She got up, and walked over to her bag. There was a bottle of Advil in the side pocket. She took two and sat back down at the table. She froze when she heard a far too familiar voice.

"Jasmine Winchester."

Jasmine turned around and saw no one. She knew this voice. It had talked to her in her dreams often. She didn't know who it belong to.

"Great. I'm going crazy."

When Jasmine woke up, she realized she'd fallen asleep at the table. Looking at the time, she realized she had only slept for thirty minutes. She stretched her muscles and stood up. While having a shower, she had time to think.

'I wonder why Dean hasn't called me yet. Maybe I should call him. Has he found Dad yet? Did he find him alive? Well, if he found Dad and he wasn't alive, Dean would sure as hell call me. Is Dad gone? Forever?'

Her eyes started to water at the thought of her dad being gone forever.

She got out of the shower, dried her hair, got dressed and did minimal makeup. She walked out of the bathroom, and looked around. That's when she heard it. The unmistakable sound of the Impala.

"Great," She muttered while peeking out the window. Dean and Sam got out of the car. Jasmine burst out laughing when she saw Dean was covered in mud. She pulled out her phone and took a picture of him. When she lost sight of them, she opened her door to peer out. She caught a glance at them as they broke into a room.

Before checking out of the motel, Jasmine packed her stuff, put her research in a folder, and threw everything into the stolen car. She asked the man at reception to print out the muddy picture of Dean. When she was done, she wrote a note, and placed them both along with the folder containing her research under the Impala's windshield wipers. She got into her car and started the drive back to Fairfield.

Dean asked Sam if he wanted anything from the diner. When he walked out to the Impala, he saw the picture. He looked around and found the window it had been taken from. He broke into the now empty room. He sighed and read the note on the picture.

I like the new look. It suits you. Oh, and here's what I dug up on your lady in white. Love you – Jazzy

He growled a little. He didn't expect her to be in Jericho already. He also felt guilty. If she saw him, then she saw Sam. He sighed and shut the door. Placing the file folder in the Impala, Dean looked up and saw the motel owner pointing him out. Sending Sam a quick text, he turned and started making conversation with the police who were questioning the motel owner. They promptly arrested him for forged ID.

"Dammit Dean! Answer your phone!" Jasmine yelled into her phone, leaving a voicemail. After a few short of twenty calls, she decided something was wrong. She pulled over, and turned around back towards Jericho.

"Stupid bastard."

When she got back to the motel, she saw the Impala still sitting there. After thinking it over, she decided best course of action was to ask the guy at reception.

"Excuse me, but the man who owns the Impala. He's my partner. Do you know were he went?" Jasmine flashed him her best smile. She was taught that being a woman made it easier to get answers from men. Dean taught her how to flirt her way through mostly anything. Sam told her to only flirt when it was necessary. He didn't want answers if it meant using sexual favours.

"Yeah, that guy got arrested for something big. Don't know what."

"Thanks. I'd like to have another room. I didn't think I'd be coming back."

After getting her new room, she changed into professional clothing. A pencil skirt, with a blue blouse, and a jacket that matched the skirt. She pulled on pantyhose and black heels.

The stolen car pulled up next the police station. When she walked in, the police were rushing around. Yelling something about a 911 phone call. She walked to the back with ease, since no one was really paying attention, and saw Dean picking at his handcuffs with a paperclip. She smiled and left the building. Jasmine walked around to the back and waited for him to come out. Dean eventually climbed down the fire escape ladder. When he saw her, he rolled his eyes.

"What are you doing here? And dressed like that? What are you, a classy hooker?"

"Well Dean, I was here to bust you out. But you did that all on your own. It's sad watching children grow up. I liked your muddy look better. What happened? Sammy make you shower?" She realized she sounded much more sassier than she needed to. Dean looked down to the ground when she mentioned Sam.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Sam. I was thinking about what would be best. I didn't want you to get used to hunting with Sam, only to have him leave us again."

"Well you should have thought about us working together Dean. We work better together. I'm going to go back to Fairfield and return the stolen car. Call me when you get there okay? If you think it'd be better if Sam and I don't see each other, then we won't. Oh, and what about Dad? You forgot to tell me that he was missing," Jasmine put her hand on her hips. Dean looked back up at her.

"He's not missing, he's just, refraining from contacting us. That's all."

"Cut the bullshit. He's MISSING. Missing Dean. Gone. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I didn't want to worry you."

"Too late for that Dean. I'm going to help look for him. But first, I'm going back to Fairfield. The stolen car is going back. Call me when you get there. I don't like driving stolen cars. See you later, Dean," Jasmine walked away. Dean stood there, watching her leave. He felt guilty, but he quickly tossed that feeling aside. He walked over to the nearest payphone and called Sam.

"Hello?"

"Fake 911 phone call Sammy? That's pretty illegal."

"You're welcome," Sam scoffed.

"Listen, we gotta talk."

"Tell me about it. So the husband was unfaithful. We ARE dealing with a woman in white, and she's buried behind her old house. My research backs up Jaz's notes. So that should have been Dad's next step."

"Sam, would you shut up for a second?"

"I just can't figure out why he hasn't destroyed the corpse yet."

"Well that's what I'm trying to tell you. He's gone. Dad left Jericho."

"What? How do you know?"

"I've got his journal."

"He doesn't go anywhere without that thing."
"Yeah, well he did this time," Dean pulled out the journal from his coat.

"What's it say?"

"Same old ex marine crap. When does he want us to know where he's going?

"With coordinates. Where to?" Sam huffed. He didn't understand why he used coordinates.

"I'm not sure yet."

"I don't understand. I mean, what could be so important that Dad would just skip town in the middle of a job? Dean, what the hell is going on?"

Dean heard Sam yell, then the phone cut out.

Jasmine had been sitting in the motel in Fairfield when Dean called her.

"Hello?"

No reply.

"Dean? Hello?! Jerkface who likes himself a little too much?"

Then she realized Dean had pocket dialled her. She listened in on what they were saying.

"Okay, here's where Dad went. It's called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado."

Jasmine quickly grabbed a pen and wrote the location on her hand. She listened more, and found out that they were near Stanford. She packed her bags back up, and started driving.

Jasmine had been sitting there outside Sam's apartment for about 30 minutes before her brothers showed up. She watched them say goodbye, then Dean drove away. Her jaw dropped.

'He can't be that stupid. He knew I was going to be here. UGH THAT BASTARD.'

Just as she picked up her phone, Dean came back. He got out of his car and ran inside. Jasmine saw this as her chance. She grabbed her bags and walked over to the Impala. She threw her bags in the trunk and leaned against the car. Then she saw the fire. Screams rang through the air.

She ran inside as fast as she could. Dean was pushing Sam through the doorway out of the apartment.

"Dean! Sam! What's going on?!" She coughed, the air was filled with smoke.

"It's Jess! Go! We have to get out of here!" Dean pushed through and pulled Sam with him. Sam was fighting to get to Jess.

"Sam, go! I'll get her!" Jasmine ran into the room. She heard Sam yelling from her to come back, but she kept going. The smoke was thickening, and the flames were everywhere. It was hot, and Jasmine was already wearing warm clothes. Sweat rolled down her face, and her eyes were watering. It was hard to breath.

"Jess?! Where are you?!" Jasmine fell to her knees. She couldn't breath anymore. She crawled around, looking for Sam's girlfriend. When she got to the bedroom, she realized that it was too late. There was the burnt body of Jessica. But, she wasn't where Jasmine thought she would be. Jessica was pinned to the ceiling.

"JESS!" Jasmine screamed. She felt arms around her, and turned around. A firefighter was pulling her out of the bedroom. Jasmine fought against him, trying to get to Jess even though she knew it was too late. Eventually, the firefighter got her outside. The paramedics were checking her over when Dean got to her.

"What the hell were you thinking Jazzy?! You could have died in there!"

"I was thinking about saving Jess! I didn't know it was too late..." Her eyes started to water. Flashes of Jess' body pinned to the ceiling appeared in her mind. The paramedic cleared her, and Dean picked her up bridal style.

When they got to the Impala, Sam was digging through the trunk. He had tears in his eyes. He pulled out a shotgun, and Dean put Jasmine in the back seat. Sam and Dean talked, while Jasmine laid in the back, crying.

'What did Sammy do to deserve this?'

She was scared when the voice from her dreams answered her back.

"He did nothing Jasmine. That's the problem."