Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural I am just taking from sand from their sandbox and playing with it.
'Female Murder Hitchhiking' Deanna huffed as no results came up and removed Hitchhiking and put Centennial Highway instead, it came up with the same response.
"Move over, let me try." Sam piped up reaching for the mouse.
"No, I got it." Deanna hissed slapping her hand away, she wiggled her fingers over the keys for a moment and just before she started to type Sam shoved her chair causing her to spin and slide down the table
"Dude! Come on!" she moved back beside Sam slugging her in the shoulder with a scowl."Do you have to be such a control freak?" Sam rolled her eyes as she cleared the search bar.
"Angry spirits are born out of violent deaths, instead of murder let's try..." Sam's fingers flew across the keyboard typing in 'Suicide on Centennial'.
She gave Deanna a smug look as one result popped up.
"Local woman drowns, ruled as suicide," Sam read eyes scanning the article quickly."Constance Welch, 24, of 4636 Breckenridge Road, jumped from the Sylvania bridge mile 33, Centennial highway." The picture on the article showed a smiling young woman with dark hair and eyes.
Sam scrolled down, briefly looking at the picture of Joseph Welch infront of the bridge.
"Just hours earlier,Constance called emergency services, she said she had left her children in the bathtub for a few moments and when she returned they were both dead." Deanna flopped backwards in her chair expelling a burst of air.
"Well, only one place left to check."
Deanna put the impala in park and drummed her fingers on the wheel.
"So this is where Constance took the swan dive." she drawled leaning forward and peering at the bridge. Sam rolled her eyes as she climbed out of the passenger side.
"Do you think Dad would have been here?" She asked looking at Deanna with a frown.
"Well, probably, if he's chasin' the same story, we're bound to run in to him sooner or later." Deanna replied with a shrug as she walked towards the middle of the bridge, Sam caught up to her easily.
"So, now what?" Deanna glances at her from the corner of her eye.
"We keep doin' what we are already doin'. It might take a while." Sam stopped biting the inside of her cheek.
"Dee, you know I have that interview Monday-" Deanna scoffs rolling her eyes.
"Right, the Interview." She growled. "You're really serious 'bout this? You're gonna become a lawyer? Marry Jesse?" Sam crosses her arms.
"Maybe? Why can't I, Dee?"
"Does he know? About the hunting? The things you've done?" Sam narrowed her eyes.
"No. And he will never find out either." Deanna huffs shoving her hands into the pockets of her jacket and whipped around continuing towards the middle of the bridge.
"Sure, like that's healthy. You can pretend you're normal, Sammy. But sooner or later, you're gonna have to face up to who you really are."
"Oh, and Who's that?"
"One of us. A hunter." Sam stepped in front of Deanna baring her teeth.
"I'm not like you and dad, Dee. I refuse to have this as my life." Deanna poked her sharply in the middle of her chest.
"You have a responsibility t-"
"To what Dee? Dad and his revenge? You know I wouldn't know what mom looks like if it wasn't for the pictures." She threw her hands up into the air."Even if we do kill the thing that murdered mom, it wouldn't make a difference, She would still be dead and will never be coming back."
Deanna gave a snarl and shoved Samantha against one of the support beams attached to the railing and got into her face.
"Don't. Just don't Sam." She said softly her shoulders slumping. "Don't talk about her like that." Deanna released Sam's shirt and turned to the side pausing mid step.
"Sam."
A woman in a tattered white dress stood on the rail of the bridge, she looked over at them as she stepped forward and off the edge.
They raced over to the railing looking around wildly.
"Damn! Where'd she go?"
"How would I know?" Sam asked incredulously, Deanna frowned as 'Jukebox hero' sounded on the bridge, she leaned around Sam and stared dumbly at the Impala, she patted her pocket where the keys were stored.
"Oh, hell no." Deanna hissed angrily.
"Get a move on Dee." Sam cried turning Deanna around and forcing her to run.
"Go! Go!" she shouted as the Impala flew towards them, they both quickly pitched themselves over the railing.
After a moment the Impala shut off.
Samantha groaned as she hung from the side of the bridge, she made a mental note to thank Becky later for dragging her off to those gymnastics classes.
She grunted as she pulled herself over the railing.
"Dee?" She calls looking around worriedly, she looked over the railing and bit back a laugh.
Deanna was pulling her self from the river covered head to toe in mud.
"Are you alright?" Deanna flipped her off and climbs onto the bank flopping on her back and catching her breath.
"That bitch!" She wheezed smacking the ground.
Deanna shut the hood of the Impala and pressed her palms against it with a relieved sigh.
"Did she break it?" Sam asked from where she was leaning against the rail writing in a notepad.
"It's alright." Deanna replied with a crooked smile which changed to a scowl as she glared at the spot where Constance had jumped from the bridge.
"Well, she doesn't seem to want us digging around, any ideas where we go from here?" Sam asked as she walked over to the hood of the impala and leaned on it.
Deanna shrugs and flicks her hand with a scowl little bits of mud flying from her hands.
"Dude, you smell like ass." Sam sniffs her nose scrunching up in disgust.
"Oh yeah?" Deanna asks slowly causing Sam to narrow her eyes.
"Don't even think about it." Sam hissed dodging Deanna who leaped at her brushing against her side.
Deanna tossed a Master card with the name Hannah Aframian onto the guest ledger.
"One room, please." Deanna, who was still covered in mud that had slowly started to dry, leaned slightly against the counter.
Sam stood behind her sulking with her whole left side covered in the same mud as well as a smeared hand print in the middle of her face.
The old man arched a brow as he studied the card.
"Are you having a reunion or something?"
"What do you mean?" Sam asked with a frown making the mud on her face crack a bit.
"I had another Aframian, Burt I believe his name was. He came and bought a room for the whole month." Deanna looked at Sam.
"Can we have the room number please?"
Sam pushed the motel door open as she shoved the lock pick into her pocket, she yanked Deanna in leaving a little cloud of dust behind and closed the door.
The room looked as if a tornado had gone through it, the walls had an assortment of papers pinned to them from maps to clippings from a newspaper to pictures and post it notes. Books were piled on the only desk in the room and boxes covered the floor and bed, there was a box pressed into the furthest corner with a hazardous-material symbol.
"Good ole' dad." Deanna said with a grin as she walked over to a lamp and switched it on, she picked up a half eaten hamburger and sniffed it jerking away with a gag.
"He hasn't been here for a couple of days at least." She said with a grimace, Sam carefully stepped over a salt line on the floor.
"Salt, cats-eye shells..Dad was worried. Trying to keep something from coming in." she muttered as she fixed the salt.
"Check it out, Centennial Highway victims." Sam brushed her hands off on her pants and walked over to stand beside Deanna.
"I don't get it. There's no connection between them, their jobs don't cross at all, the only thing that connects them is them being men and white." Deanna said tapping the first picture of William Durrell.
Sam stepped back and scanned the walls, John seemed to have been researching multiple different cases, something about the Bell Witch, two people being burned alive, there was a picture captioned 'MORTIS DANSE' with a skeletal person blowing a horn. A few articles, mostly covering Devils and Demons, were bunched together with articles about Sirens, Witches, and possessions.
Sams eyes stopped on a familiar article that had a green post it note that read 'Woman in White'
"Dad figured it out." Sam said walking closer to the wall.
"And?"
"Constance Welch is a woman in white." Deanna blinked and looked at the victims and arched a brow.
"Cheatin' bastards." she said amused before clearing her throat. "Any note saying if dad found the corpse and destroyed it?" Sam shook her head.
"Don't forget, she might have another weakness."
"Well, whatever it is we need to find it." Sam tapped a photo of Joseph Welch.
"if we want to find out where she's buried we need to talk to Joseph Welch, if he's still alive that is."
"Alright, well you find that address, I'm going to go take a shower." Sam sighed as Deanna headed towards the bathroom.
"Hey...Dee, I want to apologize. What I said earlier about mom, I'm sorry." Deanna grinned and winked.
"Don't get sappy on me now, Sammy." Sam snorted shaking her head.
"Alright. Jerk." She said fondly.
"Bitch." Deanna sang as she closed the bathroom door.
Sam grinned as she plopped on the bed, her eyes falling on a rosary hanging in front of a large mirror, a photo was stuck to the frame.
She stand and grabs the picture with a sad smile.
John sat on the hood of the impala smiling as he tickled Samantha who was in his lap, Deanna was grinning beside john with a baseball bat across her lap, there was a butterfly bandage across the bridge of her nose which had an angry bruise forming.
'Hey, Sam!It's Jesse, are you doing okay? It's about 10:20 Saturday night, movie night, I'm watching the Evil dead-' Deanna emerges from the bathroom whistling a tune, Sam had already washed the mud off of her face and changed.
"I'm gonna go grab somethin' to eat at the diner down the street, you want anythin'?" Deanna asked as she fixed the back of her boots.
"I'm good." Sam replied as she packed away the books John had left behind.
"Aframian's buyin'." Deanna sang flashing the card with a grin, Sam stared at her unimpressed and Deanna shrugged. "Your loss."
Deanna whistled a tune as she crossed the lot spinning her keys in her hand, she stopped just before the impala.
"Sonnuva bitch." The motel clerk, who was talking to the deputies, pointed over at her, Deanna quickly turned away and pulled out her cell phone.
"You couldn't have gotten into trouble already,you just walked out the door!"
"Five-oh, take off." Sam gave a muffled curse.
"What about you?"
"They've already seen me. Go find dad." Deanna snapped her phone shut and shoved it into her bra spinning on her heel.
"Gentleman!" She greeted with an impish grin. "What can I do for ya?"
"Where's your partner?" Jaffe asked arching a brow.
"Partner? What partner?" Jaffe nodded to Hein who heads towards the motel, Deanna could just see the curtain move.
"Fake US Marshal. Fake credit cards, you got anything that's real?" Deanna grinned and squeezed her chest.
"These are."
A few minutes later and Deanna is slammed against the hood of the car.
"If you wanted me to bend over you could have asked." She huffed ignoring Jaffe's little spiel.
Sheriff Pierce entered the room an evidence box held in his arms, he dropped it on the table and sat on the edge of the table.
"Ready to give us your real name?" He asked and Deanna sighed leaning forward a bit.
"It's Nugent. Sandra Nugent."
"I'm not sure you realize just how much trouble you're in here." Deanna arched a brow.
"We talkin' misdemeanor trouble or squeal like a pig trouble?"
"You got the faces of ten missing persons taped to your wall." Deanna sighed and leaned back in the chair.
"Along with a whole lot of Satanic mumbo-jumbo. You are officially a suspect."
"Oh yeah, I was three when the first guy went missin'." she scoffed.
"You've got partners. One of 'em's and older guy. So tell me. Deanna." He tossed a well worn leather bound journal onto the table.
"This his?" Pierce begins to flip through the pages, some of the pages a mirror to the wall of the motel.
"See, I thought that might be your name. I leafed through this. What little I could make out." He scowls in disgust. "It's nine kinds of crazy." Deanna subtly leaned closer.
"But I found this,too." He flipped to nearly the last page circled in red were the words 'Deanna 35-111'
"You'll stay right here till you tell me exactly what the hell that means." As soon as pierce left Deanna pulled the journal closer.
"Damn it dad."
Sam and Joseph Welch walked down a junk filled driveway, it reminded Sam of the few summers at Bobby's.
Joseph was studying the picture Sam had found at the motel.
"Yeah, he was older, but that's him." Joseph handed the photo back to Sam."He came by three or four days ago, said he was a reporter." Sam nodded as she held her notepad in hand.
"That's right. We're working on a story together." Joseph frowned clearing his throat.
"Well, I don't know what kinda story you're working on. The questions he asked me..." He murmured wringing his hat in his hands.
"About Constance?" Sam asked and Joseph nodded.
"He asked me where she was buried." He said broken scrubbing a hand down his face.
"Mr Welch, I know this is hard but can you tell me where Constance was buried again? This is just fact checking, the last time you'll hear from us, I swear." Sam promised.
"In a plot, over at the home place on Breckenridge." Sam came to a stop and studied Joseph carefully.
"Mr. Welch, was your marriage a happy marriage?" He hesitated a moment an odd look on his face.
"Definitely." Sam nodded and closed her notepad.
"Thank you for your time Mr Welch."
"It' my high school locker combo, I have a bad memory you see." Deanna drawled.
"We gonna do this all night long?" Pierce demanded in frustration as Deanna gave a cocky smirk.
Jaffe leaned in to the room with a frown.
"We just got a 911, shots fired over at Whiteford Road." Pierce stood cursing under his breath as he grabbed his hat and walked around the table.
"You have to go to the bathroom?"
"Not currently no." Deanna said eyeing him warily.
"Good." he handcuffed her to the table and rushed out the door, Deanna waited a few moments and grabbed a paper clip from the journal, she shifted her hands a bit the metal biting in to her wrists as she carefully unlocked her self catching the cuffs before they hit the floor.
She snagged the journal and tucked it into the inner pocket of her jacket and peered through the window making sure the office was empty.
She quickly found the fire escape glaring at the sky, she had been in that stupid room all day.
Sam grabbed her phone as the obnoxious sound of Britney Spears rang through the car.
"Damn it Deanna!" She hissed as she answered it.
"Fake 911 phone call? I thought you were goin' into law Sammy, for shame!"
"Yeah, your welcome. Quit changing my ringtone by the way, jerk."
"Bitch. Listen we gotta talk."
"Tell me about it. Constance is buried behind her old house, that's where dad should be."
"Sammy, shut your trap a moment would ya?" Sam rolled her eyes.
"I'm listening."
"Dad's not here, he split and left his journal behind, I checked the logged calls before I left, guess who called the cops as a concerned citizen?" Sam scowled.
"He's still trying to test us after all these years? Did he leave us any notes?"
"The same old ex-Marine crap, Coordinates."
"Okay, something is going on here, what could be so important that dad half asses a job and leaves the mess for us to clean up? What the hell is going on, De-HOLY SHIT!" Sam slammed on the breaks staring at Constance who stood in front of her car.
"Sammy? Sam! Answer me Damn it!" Sam swallows thickly.
"Um, Dee, I found Constance."
"Take me home." Sam shivered as she stared at Constance who was now sitting in the passenger seat.
"No. First off I'm not a man and I'm not unfaithful." Constance glared and with a click the doors locked.
The Impala shot forward with squealing tires headed towards Breckenridge Road.
"Shit, shit, shit!" Deanna rushed down the dirt road tossing the small spider-man bike she had stole to the side, she slid to a stop behind the impala and removed the shot gun she rushed around the side and shot Constance who was sitting in Sam's lap her hands around her throat.
"I'm taking you home." Sam croaked and Deanna gaped as Sam drove the Impala through the front of the house at full speed.
"SAM!" Deanna rushed through the wreckage sliding over a fallen dresser."Sammy! You idiot!" She hissed as she pulled open the door.
Sam winced as she peeled her forehead away from the steering wheel hissing in pain as she prodded the gash above her eyebrow.
"You okay?"
"I think so." she groaned as she slowly got out of the car, Constance stood at the bottom of the stairs holding a photo to her chest sobbing softly, she glared at them and threw the picture towards the ground the glass shattering.
She gave a scream of rage and the bookshelf flew towards Sam and Deanna pinning them against the front of the car, Sam wheezed as she dropped her head onto the top of the bookshelf.
water began to fall from the stairs and the lights turned on and flickered. At the top of the stairs stood a boy and a girl.
"You've come home to us, Mommy." Constance stilled a sob leaving her lips.
The kids appeared behind her and hugged her tightly, Constance wailed her image distorting and twisting as the three melted to a puddle on the floor.
Sam and Deanna shoved the bookshelf away from them and walked over to the puddle, Deanna frowned looking around.
"This is where she drowned the kids." Sam nodded leaning against the banister with her arms around her ribs.
"That's why she couldn't go home. She was too scared to face them." Deanna grinned.
"Her weak spot, good work kiddo." she chirped slapping Sam's shoulder causing her to wheeze and laugh softly her voice raspy.
"What's with you shooting her in the face, you freak?" She asked amused as she limped over to the Impala where Deanna was checking it.
"Hey, I save your ass and you know it." She said before growling."If you screwed up my car, I will kill you." Sam let out a laugh as she slapped Deanna on the back.
Sam hummed as she scanned the map she had snagged just before they left Jericho, she had a flashlight between her lips and a pencil and ruler in her hands.
She removed the flashlight with a grin.
"Blackwater Ridge, Colorado." Deanna arched a brow peering over at the map and nodded eyes going back to the road.
"Charming, always loved freezing my ass of. How far?" Sam snorted, Deanna was always cold for some reason.
"Six hundred miles, give or take." Deanna grinned.
"If we shag ass we could make it by mornin'!" Sam bit her lip as she put the map back into the glove box.
"Dee..." Deanna sighed and slumped.
"The interview, whatever. I'll take you home." Sam winced and turned off the flashlight and began to watch the scenery as they drove by.
"alright kiddo, here's your stop." Deanna said as she gripped the steering wheel tightly. Sam sighed. and got out leaning down to look at her.
"Call me if you find him?" Deanna nodded not looking at her.
"Maybe I can meet up with you later?"
"Yeah, alright." Sam sighed and drummed her fingers on the inside of the car and turned away, Deanna leaned over.
"Sammy?" Sam turned with Bitch face # 5 aka 'don't call me Sammy'."We made one hell of a team back there kid, we should do this more often." Sam's lips twitched.
"Yeah..we should." Deanna clears her throat and drove off, Sam sighed heavily and ran her hand down her face with a groan.
Sam unlocked the door to the apartment stepping in frowning at the lack of light and noise.
"Jesse?" She closed the door and stepped into the kitchen. "You home?"
On the table there was a plate of store bought cookies with a note in front of it, 'I bought these from the bottom of my heart, Love you!' Sam let out a laugh as she snags one and entered the bedroom quietly.
The shower was running a soft voice humming a tune.
Sam grinned and flopped on the bed with a sigh and closed her eyes.
Drip.
Drip. Drip.
Sam's eyes snapped open and she gasped in horror her heart dropping in her chest.
"NO!" Jesse was pinned to the ceiling his stomach was slashed open and he was struggling to breath, Flames burst from underneath him and spread across the ceiling.
The door was kicked open revealing Deanna who stared wide eyed up at the ceiling before she looked back to Sam.
"Sam!" Deanna rushed over grabbing Sam's duffel bag and pulled her to her feet.
"Jesse! no!" She wailed struggling against Deanna's arms, Deanna growled and hefted Sam up and rushed from the room.
Deanna leaned against the Impala as she watched firemen try and put out the fire, campus police were keeping away onlookers, she turned away and walked around the back of the car.
Sam was leaning with her hands placed on the bumper of the impala with her eyes squeezed tightly closed , her teeth bit in to her bottom lip as her whole body shook with sobs.
Deanna pulled her up and into a hug, Sam desperately clinging to her and sobbing into her shoulder.
"Shhh, it's alright, Sammy. I got you."
Whew! that took forever! I hope you like it!
Trivia:
-John loves to test the girls by getting them into different situations to see how they handle them
-Samantha is not as angsty as Sam,
-Samantha has up to thirty different bitch faces some reserved only for certain people (Deanna, John, Luis and Jesse)
-Deanna is a bit more lewd than Dean.
I probably should give some info on Samantha and Deanna sooo-
Samantha:
She likes to have all the information upfront and makes notes on things most would seem unimportant hence the notepad, she would actually make a fantastic reporter and was originally going to go into that field but after she read some law books in a fit of boredom she decided against it.
Samantha is somewhat good at gymnastics, she loves to eat healthy but every month or so she eats a ton of junk food to satisfy her sweet tooth. She can't cook to save her life but she can make a mean peanut butter and jelly.
She is great with conversations and can easily get information without the person knowing they even gave it to her.
Deanna:
She is a bit of a pervert and is the kind of person who would watch porn in a room with a whole bunch of people and not even care, like Dean she loves greasy food and can eat things twice her body weight with no problem. Despite what she says she is rather sensitive and enjoys reading trashy romance novels and watching soap operas, she enjoys watching old westerns and bad horror movies.
She is really great with kids, she can't cook anything on a stove top but she can bake, she loves to rile Samantha up and even has a mental check list of how many times she can do it in a day. She doesn't trust or love someone easy but when she does she gives 100% of herself in making sure whoever it is feels loved. She swing either way and can usually sweet talk her way out of sticky situations that usually ends up with her and whoever she was fighting with spending the night together.
She is a prankster and does small little things that usually lead up to something that embarrasses Samantha (don't let Sam's sweet facade fool you she's a vengeful bitch when it comes to pranking).
I might do a little more of Deanna and Samantha's personalities, i quite liked that :)
Welp i'm off going to do some research and start on the third chapter, After Wendigo I'm going to do a custom case, I had a rather neat idea for one, until next time! Byeeee!