November 2, 1988

Lawrence, Kansas

Night - Winchester House - Nursery

A blonde woman wearing a white nightgown led two young boys into the dark room, looking at the younger of the two boys. "Did you have a nice birthday, Sam?"

Sam smiled. "Yes!"

"How old are you now?" The woman asked.

"Four." Sam answered.

"Wait till you get to eight." The older boy told him.

"Be nice to your brother, Dean." The woman told him. "Come on. Let's say good night to your sister."

The woman turned on the lights.

A baby was lying in their crib, looking over at the family.

Dean leaned over the side of the crib, kissing the baby on the forehead. "Night, Catty."

Sam hopped up next to Dean, but couldn't reach over the railing of the crib. "Night, Cat."

The woman lean over Catty as well. "Good night, love."

The woman brushed Catty's hair back, kissing her forehead.

They heard a man's voice. "Hey, boys."

The man in the doorway was wearing a USMC T-shirt.

Sam ran toward him. "Daddy!"

"Hey, buddy." The man told him, pulling Sam into his arms, looking at Dean. "So what do you think, Dean? You think Sammy's ready to toss around a football yet?"

Dean shook his head, laughing. "No, Dad."

The man laughed. "No."

The woman walked past the boys on the way out of the room. "You got them?"

"I got them." The man answered, pulling Dean closer to him and Sam. "Sweet dreams, Catty."

The man led Sam and Dean out of the room, flipping off the lights.

Catty watched them go, gurgling, trying to reach her toes, laughing.

The floral themed mobile above her crib began to spin on its own.

Catty watched.

The Disney princess themed clock on the wall ticked, ticked, stopped.

The moon-shaped nightlight flickered.

...

Sam's Room

Sam was asleep in his bed. He heard Catty starting to fuss in the next room, waking, sitting up. "Catty?"

Sam stood, walking out of his room.

...

Master Bedroom

The woman was lying in bed.

The lights started to flicker.

The baby monitor sitting on the nightstand next to the parents had strange noises coming through the monitor.

The woman woke, turning on the light on the nightstand. "John?"

The woman turned to find that she was alone. She stood.

...

Catty's Nursery

Sam walked into the nursery to see a man's silhouette standing over Catty's crib. "Daddy?"

"Come here." The man told him, his voice different from the boy's father.

Sam hesitated, walking closer.

...

Hallway

The woman walked down the hall toward the nursery.

The light by the stairs was flickering.

The woman frowned, walking toward the light, tapping at it until the light steadied. "Hmm." She saw a flickering orange light from the nursery down the wall, turning to see that it was a reflection of a fire. "Catty? Catty!"

The woman ran toward the nursery, stopping short.

...

Living Room

John had fallen asleep watching a war movie on the TV.

From upstairs, the woman screamed.

John woke. "Mary?" He stood, running out of the room. "Mary!"

...

Catty's Nursery

John burst through the closed door of the nursery. "Mary!" The room was still glinting with an orange glow. The man from earlier was gone. Sam stood next to Catty's crib, crying. John followed his gaze to the ceiling where Mary was burning alive, her torso gathered with blood. "No! Mary!" Fire spread over the ceiling. John stared, frozen. Catty cried loudly. John stood, getting Catty out of the crib, handing her to Sam. "Take your sister outside as fast as you can and don't look back. Now, Sammy, go!" Sam took Catty, running out, leaving. John looked at the ceiling. "Mary!" The entire room was on fire. Mary herself could barely be seen. "No!"

...

Outside

Sam ran outside, holding Catty.

Dean followed close behind. "It's okay, Sammy."

Dean turned to look at Catty's nursery window, which was lit with gold.

John ran outside, scooping up his children, carrying them away. "I gotcha."

Fire exploded out of Catty's nursery window.

...

Later

The Lawrence fire department had arrived.

A firefighter got out of a fire truck, taking over at the gauges for another firefighter. "I got it. You go hold the line up."

The second firefighter walked to the back of the truck, taking a hose from a third firefighter, taking the hose toward the house.

A fourth firefighter was spraying through Catty's nursery window.

A paramedic opened the back of an ambulance.

A police officer waved some neighbors back. "Stay back. You have to stay back."

Across the street from the house, Sam, John and Dean were sitting on the hood of a black 1967 Chevy Impala.

John was holding Catty, looking up at the remnants of the fire.

...

17 Years Later

Day One - Apartment - Bedroom

(Song:) Gasoline - Ginger

A young blonde woman with blonde hair was getting ready in a nurse costume, adjusting her hat. "Sam!" She walked around a corner. The photo of Mary and John from the house was on the dresser. "Get a move on, would you? We were supposed to be there, like 15 minutes ago." She walked further into the room. "Sam! You coming or what?"

A young man poked his head around the corner, wearing jeans and three shirts, not a costume, revealing himself to be a Present-Day Sam. "Do I have to?"

"Yes." The woman answered. "I'll be fun." Sam walked into the room. "And where's your costume?"

Sam chuckled, looking down. "You know how I feel about Halloween."

(Song Ends)

...

Night - Bar - Party

(Song:) What You Gonna Do - Classic

The bar was decorated for Halloween, including a gargoyle with cobwebs and a baseball hat that said "Get Naked".

Someone poured someone else a shot.

Everyone was in costume.

A young man walked toward a table in a ghoul costume.

Sam and the woman from Sam's apartment were sitting there. Sam was still not in costume.

The woman raised a glass. "So here's to Sam and his awesome LSAT victory."

"All right, all right, it's not that big a deal." Sam told them.

The three of them clinked glasses.

The woman looked at the man. "Yeah, he acts all humble. But he scored a 174."

The man and Sam drank their shots.

"Is that good?" The man asked.

"Scary good." The woman answered, drinking.

The man looked at Sam. "So there you go. You are a first-round draft pick. You can go to any law school you want."

The man sat next to Sam.

"Actually, I got an interview here." Sam told them. "Monday. If it goes okay, I think I got a shot at a full ride next year."

"Hey." The woman told him. "It's gonna go great."

"It better." Sam told them.

"How does it feel to be the golden boy of your family?" The man asked.

"Ah, they don't know." Sam told them.

"Oh, no, I would be gloating." The man told him. "Why not?"

"Because we're not exactly the Bradys." Sam answered.

"And I'm not exactly the Huxtables." The man replied. "More shots?"

Sam and the woman spoke together. "No."

The man walked toward the bar.

The woman looked at Sam. "No, seriously. I'm proud of you. And you're gonna knock them dead on Monday, and-and you're gonna get that full ride. I know it."

"What would I do without you?" Sam asked.

The woman smiled. "Crash and burn."

The woman pulled Sam into a kiss. Sam put a hand on her cheek, deepening the kiss.

(Song Ends)

...

Apartment - Bedroom

Sam and the woman laid in bed, asleep, back to back.

The woman shifted position.

There was a sound outside the room, like a window opening.

Sam opened his eyes.

...

Hallway

Sam walked out of the bedroom, looking around the apartment.

A window was open.

Sam could hear footsteps.

A girl's silhouette walked past the strings of beads at the far end of the hall.

Sam moved to another part of the apartment, hiding in wait.

The girl walked into the room. Her face was hidden in the dark, but he could tell she had blonde hair. Sam ran toward her, grabbing her shoulder. The girl pushed Sam's arm away. Sam tried to punch her. The girl ducked, grabbing his arm, swinging him around, pushing him into a man.

The man used both arms to wrap around Sam's shoulders. Sam head-butted him, making him let go, turning to face the man, kicking toward him. The man blocked the move, pushing him into another room, elbowing him in the face. Sam kicked at the man's head. The man ducked, trying to punch him. Sam blocked the move.

The man pushed him down, pinning him to the floor, one hand at his neck, the other holding Sam's wrist. "Whoa, easy, tiger."

Sam breathed heavily. "Dean?" Dean laughed. The girl stood at the doorway. Sam looked at the girl, realizing who she must have been. "Catty?" Catty smiled. "You guys scared the crap out of me!"

"That's 'cause you're out of practice." Catty told him. Sam grabbed Dean's hand, kicking into his back, pinning him to the floor. Catty tilted her head. "Or not."

...

Dean tapped Sam's arm twice. "Get off of me."

Sam stood, holding a hand toward Dean. Dean took it, letting Sam help him up.

"What the hell are you two doing here?" Sam asked.

"Well, I was looking for a beer." Catty told him sarcastically.

Dean put his hands on Sam's shoulders, shaking once.

"What the hell are you guys doing here?" Sam asked.

"Okay." Dean told him. "All right. We gotta talk."

"Uh, the phone." Sam told them.

"If we had called, would you have picked up?" Catty asked.

Sam's girlfriend walked in, leaning against the doorway, turning the light on, wearing very short shorts and a cropped Smurfs shirt. "Sam?"

Sam, Dean and Catty looked at the woman.

"Hey." Sam told her. He looked at his siblings. "Dean, Catty, this is my girlfriend, Jessica."

Dean looked at Jessica appreciatively.

Jessica looked at Sam, smiling. "Wait. Your brother and sister Dean and Catty?"

Sam nodded.

Catty waved.

Dean smiled, walking closer to Jessica. "Oh, I love the Smurfs. You know, I gotta tell you. You are completely out of my brother's league."

"Just let me put something on." Jessica told them, turning around.

"No, no, no, I wouldn't dream of it." Dean told her, backing toward Sam and Catty without looking away from Jessica. "Seriously."

Catty took a deep breath, looking at Jessica. "Anyway, we gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business. But, uh, nice meeting you."

"No." Sam told them, walking closer to Jessica, putting an arm around her shoulders. "No, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her."

"Okay." Catty told him, turning to face them completely. "Um... Dad hasn't been home in a few days."

"So, he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift." Sam told them. "He'll stumble back in sooner or later."

Catty looked down. "Dad's on a hunting trip." She looked at Sam. "And he hasn't been home in a few days."

Sam processed silently.

Jessica looked at Sam.

"Jessica, excuse us." Sam told her. "We have to go outside."

...

Apartment Building Hallway - Stairwell

Sam, Dean and Catty walked downstairs.

Sam was dressed now. "I mean, come on. You guys can't just break in, middle of the night, and expect me to hit the road with you."

"Just so you know, not my idea." Catty told him.

"You're not hearing us, Sammy." Dean told him. "Dad's missing. We need you to help us find him."

"You remember the poltergeist in Amherst?" Sam asked. "Or the Devil's Gates in Clifton? He was missing then, too. He's always missing, and he's always fine."

Catty turned to face them. "Not for this long. Now are you gonna come with us or not?"

Sam shook his head. "I'm not."

...

"Why not?" Catty asked.

"I swore I was done hunting." Sam told them. "For good."

"Come on." Dean told him. "It wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad."

They walked downstairs.

"Yeah?" Sam asked. "When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45."

"Well, what was he supposed to do?" Dean asked.

"I was nine years old." Sam told them. "He was supposed to say, 'Don't be afraid of the dark'."

"'Don't be afraid of the dark'?" Catty repeated skeptically. "Are you kidding me? Of course you should be afraid of the dark. You know what's out there."

"Yeah, I know, but still." Sam told them. "The way we grew up after Mom was killed, and Dad's obsession to find the thing that killed her..." Dean looked outside. "But we still haven't found the damn thing. So we kill everything we can find."

"We save a lot of people doing it, too." Dean told him.

There was a moment of silence.

"You think Mom would have wanted this for us?" Sam asked.

Catty looked down.

Dean rolled his eyes, pushing the door open, walking outside.

...

Parking Lot

Sam, Catty and Dean walked across the parking lot.

"The weapon training, and melting the silver into bullets?" Sam asked. "I mean, guys, we were raised like warriors."

They stopped next to the Impala.

"So, what are you gonna die?" Dean asked. "You're just gonna live some normal, apple pie life? Is that it?"

"No." Sam answered. "Not normal. Safe."

"And that's why you ran away." Dean told him, looking away.

"I was just going to college." Sam told them. "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." Catty told him. "If he's not dead already. I can feel it. We can't do this alone."

"Yes, you can." Sam told them.

Catty looked down. "Yeah, well, we don't want to."

Catty and Dean looked at each other knowingly.

Sam sighed, looking down for a moment, looking at them. "What was he hunting?"

Dean opened the trunk of the Impala, then the spare-tire compartment to show the arsenal, propping it open with a shotgun, digging through the clutter. "All right, let's see. Where the hell did I put that thing?"

"So, when Dad left, why didn't you guys go with him?" Sam asked.

"I was working my own gig." Dean answered. "This, uh, voodoo thing, down in New Orleans."

"I stayed at the last place we stayed for more than a month so I could actually finish school." Catty told him.

Sam looked at Dean. "Dad let you go on a hunting trip..." He looked at Catty. "And let you stay alone by yourselves?"

Dean looked at Sam. "I'm 26, dude."

"I'm 17." Catty told him.

Dean pulled some papers out of a folder. "All right, here we go. So, Dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop just outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago, this guy..." He handed one of the papers to Sam. "They found his car, but he vanished. Completely MIA."

...

Sam read the paper, looking up. "So maybe he was kidnapped."

Dean shrugged. "Yeah. Well, here's another one in April." He tossed down another article for each date he mentioned. "Another on in December '04, '03, '98, '92, ten of them over the past 20 years." He took the article back from Sam, picking up the rest, putting them back in the folder. "All men, all the same five-mile stretch of road." He pulled out a bag. "It started happening more and more, so Dad went to go dig around. That was about three weeks ago. We hadn't heard from him since, which is bad enough."

Catty grabbed a handheld tape recorder. "Then we get this voicemail yesterday."

Catty pressed play.

The recording was staticky, the signal clearly breaking up.

John's voice was on the recording. "Dean... Catty... Something big is starting to happen... I need to try and figure out what's going on. It may... Be very careful. We're all in danger."

Catty pressed stop.

"You know there's EVP on that?" Sam asked.

"Not bad, Sammy." Catty told him. "Kinda like riding a bike, isn't it?" Sam shook his head, looking down. "All right. I slowed the message down, I ran it through a gold wave, took out the hiss, and this is what I got."

Catty pressed play.

A woman's voice was on the recording. "I can never go home."

Catty pressed stop.

"Never go home." Sam told them.

Catty tossed the recorder into the trunk.

Dean put the shotgun down, standing straight, closing the trunk.

Catty leaned against the car, looking at Sam. "You know, in almost two years, we've never bothered you, never asked you for a thing."

Sam looked away, sighing, looking at them. "All right. I'll go. I'll help you find him." Catty nodded. "But I have to get back first thing Monday. Just wait here."

Sam turned to go back to the apartment.

"What's first thing Monday?" Dean asked.

Sam turned to face them. "I have this... I have an interview."

"What, a job interview?" Dean asked. "Skip it."

It's a law school interview, and it's my whole future on the plate." Sam told them.

Dean smirked. "Law school?"

Catty seemed impressed.

"So we got a deal or not?" Sam asked.

Catty smiled.

...

Sam's Apartment - Bedroom

Sam was packing a duffel bag, pulling out a large hook-shaped knife, sliding it inside.

Jessica walked in. "Wait. You're taking off?" Sam looked up. "Is this about your dad? Is he all right?"

Sam looked from the bag to Jessica. "Yeah. You know, just a little family drama."

Sam walked toward the dresser, turning the lamp on.

"Dean and Catty said he was on some kind of hunting trip." Jessica told him, sitting on the bed.

Sam rummaged in one of the drawers, grabbing a couple shirts, putting them in the duffel. "Oh, yeah. He's just deer hunting up at the cabin. He's probably got Jim, Jack and Jose along with him. I'm just going to go bring him back."

"What about the interview?" Jessica asked.

"I'll make the interview." Sam told her. "This is only for a couple days."

Sam walked around the bed.

Jessica stood, following him. "Sam, I mean, please." Sam stopped, turning to face her. "Just stop for a second. You sure you're okay?"

Sam chuckled barely. "I'm fine."

"It's just..." Jessica trailed off. "You won't even talk about your family. And now you're taking off in the middle of the night to spend a weekend with them? And with Monday coming up, which is kind of a huge deal."

"Hey." Sam told her. "Everything's going to be okay. I will be back in time, I promise."

Sam kissed Jessica on the cheek, walking toward the door.

Jessica turned to watch him go. "At least tell me where you're going."

...

Jericho, California - Centennial Highway

(Song:) Speaking in Tongues - Eagles of Death Metal

A young man was driving down the highway, talking on his cell phone. "Amy, I can't come over tonight. Because I've got work in the morning, that's why. Yeah, okay. I miss it and my dad's gonna have my ass." There was a high-pitched noise. The man looked over to see a woman in a very low-cut, torn white dress with bare feet on the side of the road. She was moving as though dancing, flickering in and out of focus. "Hey, uh, Amy, let me call you back?" The man hung up, pulling over to the side of the road next to the woman. "Car trouble or something?"

The man turned the radio off.

(Song Ends)

The woman hesitated. "Take me home?"

The voice was the same one from the altered voicemail.

The man opened the passenger door. "Sure. Get in." The woman got into the car, closing the door. "So, where do you live?"

"At the end of Breckenridge Road." They woman answered.

The man nodded. "You coming from a Halloween party or something?" He noticed the dress' low cut, staring, looking away, laughing nervously. "You know, a girl like you really shouldn't be alone out here."

The woman looked at the man mournfully, seductively, pulling her skirt up over her thigh. "I'm with you." The man looked away. The woman took his chin, turning his head to look at her. "Do you think I'm pretty?"

The man looked at the woman's cleavage, nodding. "Uh... huh."

"Will you come home with me?" The woman asked.

"Um..." The man trailed off. "Hell, yeah."

The man drove off.

...

Abandoned House - Outside

The man pulled up to an old abandoned house at the end of the road.

The woman looked at the house sadly.

"Come on." The man told her. "You don't live here."

"I can never go home." The woman told him.

"What are you talking about?" The man asked. "Nobody even lives here. Where do you live?" He turned to see the woman had disappeared. He checked the backseat, also empty, getting out of the car, looking around nervously. "That's good. Joke's over, okay? You want me to leave?" He looked around. There were no signs of life except crickets. The man walked toward the house. "Hello? Hello?"

The man peered through the hole in the screen door to see a picture of the woman and two children inside the house, the picture covered in dust. A bird flew at the man's face, scaring him into falling over, yelling out once in surprise. The man stood, running back to the car, getting inside, driving away.

...

Centennial Highway

The man was driving, looking behind him.

There was no one there.

The man looked into the rear-view mirror to see the woman's reflection from the backseat, screaming, driving straight through a 'Bridge Closed' sign, stopping about halfway across the bridge. He screamed.

Blood splattered the windows.

...

Day Two

Morning - Gas Station - Outside

The Impala was parked in front of a pump.

Dean walked out of the gas station, carrying food.

Catty was sitting in the passenger seat, the door open, going through a box of tapes. The amulet that she always wore was dangling into the box. She pulled it out, letting it hit the side of the box.

Sam was getting gas.

"Hey." Dean told them. Catty leaned out of the car to look at them. "You want breakfast?"

"Duh." Catty told him.

"No, thanks." Sam told him. "So, how'd you pay for that stuff? You two and Dad still running credit card scams?"

"Yeah, well, hunting ain't exactly a pro ball career." Dean told them. Sam put the nozzle back on the pump. "Besides, all we do is apply. It's not our fault they send us the cards."

"Yeah?" Sam asked, getting into the backseat, closing the door. "And what names did you write on the application this time?"

Catty swung her legs inside the car, turning to face the front, completely inside, closing the door.

...

The Impala

Dean got into the driver's seat, putting his soda and chips down. "Uh, Burt Aframian."

Catty took her soda and chips from Dean. "And his kids Hector and Lindsey. Scored three cards out of the deal."

Dean closed his door.

"That sounds about right." Sam told them. He looked at Dean. "I swear, man, you've gotta update your cassette tape collection."

"Why?" Dean asked.

"Well, for one, they're cassette tapes." Sam told him. "And two." He held up a tape. "Black Sabbath?" He held up another tape. "Motorhead?" He held up another. "Metallica?" He held up another. "AC/DC?" Catty took the AC/DC from him. "It's the greatest hits of mullet rock."

"Well, house rules, Sammy." Catty told him, popping the tape in the player. "Shotgun picks the music, backseat shut his cake hole."

Catty dropped the AC/DC box back in the box of tapes.

Dean started the engine, turning the radio on.

(Song:) Back in Black - AC/DC

"You know, Sammy is a chubby 12 year old." Sam told them. "It's Sam, okay?"

Catty turned the music up, pointing to her ear sarcastically. "Sorry, I can't hear you. The music's too loud."

Dean drove them away.

...

Centennial Highway

The Impala drove past a sign that said:

JERICHO 7

(Song Ends)

...

The Impala

Dean was driving.

Catty was in the passenger seat.

Sam was in the backseat, on his phone. "Thank you." He hung up. "All right. So, there's no one matching Dad at the hospital or morgue. So, that's something, I guess."

Catty glanced over her shoulder at Sam, looking back over the road.

At the bridge ahead of them, there were two police cars and several officers.

"Check it out." Dean told them.

Sam leaned forward between the front seats.

Dean pulled over.

They looked over the crime scene.

Dean stopped the engine.

(Song:) My Cheating Ways - Kid Glove Music

Catty opened the glove compartment, pulling out a box full of ID cards with Dean and John's faces, some for FBI or DEA. She picked one for Dean, smiling, holding it toward him. "There you go."

Sam looked at the ID for Dean, looking at Catty, unamused. "Scully? As in Mulder and Scully? Seriously?"

"Yep." Catty answered. "And guess what, Sammy? You're the redheaded woman."

"So sorry you can't come with, Cat." Dean told her sarcastically, clearly not sorry at all, teasing her. "There's no way you'd pass for a cop. Too young."

"For now." Catty told them.

Dean smirked, nodding for Sam to follow him, getting out. "Let's go."

...

Bridge

The lead Deputy leaned over the railing to call down to two men in wet suits who were poking around the river. "You guys find anything?"

"No." Man 1 answered. "Nothing."

The deputy turned back to the car in the middle of the bridge.

It was the man's car, the blood gone.

Another Deputy was at the driver's side, looking around inside the car. "No sign of struggle, no footprints, no fingerprints. Spotless. It's almost too clean."

Sam and Dean walked toward them.

"So, this kid Troy." Deputy 1 told him. "He's dating your daughter, isn't he?"

"Yeah." Deputy 2 answered.

"How's Amy doing?" Deputy 1 asked.

"She's putting up missing posters downtown." Deputy 2 answered.

"You fellas had another one like this just last month, didn't you?" Dean asked.

Deputy 1 looked up. "And who are you?"

Dean showed them his fake badge. "Federal Marshals."

"You two are a little young for Marshals, aren't you?" Deputy 1 asked.

Dean chuckled. "Thanks. That's awfully kind of you." He walked toward the car. "You did have another one just like this, correct?"

"Yeah, that's right." Deputy 1 answered. "About a mile up the road. There've been others before that."

"So, this victim, you knew him?" Sam asked.

Deputy 1 nodded. "Town like this, everybody knows everybody."

Dean circled the car, looking around. "Any connection between the victims, besides that they're all men?"

"No." Deputy 1 answered. "Not so far as we can tell."

"So, what's the theory?" Sam asked, walking closer to Dean.

"Honestly, we don't know." Deputy 1 told them. "Serial murder? Kidnapping ring?"

"Well, that is exactly the kind of crack police work I'd expect out of you guys/" Dean told them.

Sam stepped on Dean's foot. "Thank you for your time." He started to walk away. "Gentlemen."

Dean followed.

Deputy 1 watched them go.

...

The Impala

Catty was still in the passenger seat.

Sam sat in the backseat.

Dean sat in the driver's, reaching back to hit Sam on his head.

"Ow." Sam told him. "What was that for?"

"Why do you have to step on my foot?" Dean asked.

"Why do you have to talk to police like that?" Sam replied.

Catty smirked, shaking her head. "Come on. They don't really know what's going on. We're all alone on this. I mean, if we're gonna find Dad, we've got to get to the bottom of this thing ourselves. Look, I'll, uh... I'll talk to the one girl. Amy, was it?"

"Yeah." Sam answered.

"Why do you get to talk to the girl?" Dean asked in complaint.

"'Cause I actually can without triggering the AMBER alert." Catty answered. "Plus, I'm bored and I want something to do."

Dean started the car, driving them away.

(Song Ends)

...

Downtown - Store - Outside

A goth girl was passing out missing fliers.

Catty walked up to her. "You must be Amy."

The girl nodded. "Yeah."

"Troy told me about you." Catty told her. "I'm his cousin, Catty."

"He never mentioned you to me." Amy told her, turning around to walk away.

Catty walked next to Amy. "Well, that's Troy, I guess. I'm not around much. I'm up in Modesto. So, I'm looking for him, too, and I'm kind of asking around."

Another goth girl walked toward them, looking at Amy. "Hey, are you okay?"

"Yeah." Amy answered.

"Do you mind if I ask you a couple questions?" Catty asked.

Amy nodded. "Sure."

...

Diner

Amy and her friend were sitting at one side of a booth.

Catty was sitting across from them.

"I was on the phone with Troy." Amy told her. "He was driving home. He said he would call me right back, but he never did."

"He didn't say anything strange or out of the ordinary?" Catty asked.

"No, nothing I can remember." Amy answered.

"Here's the deal, sisters." Catty told them. "The way Troy disappeared? Something not right. So if you've heard anything?" Amy and her friend exchanged a look. "What is it?"

"Well, it's just..." The other girl trailed off. "I mean, with all these guys gone missing, people talk."

"What do they talk about?" Catty asked.

"It's kind of this local legend." The girl told her. "This one girl, she got murdered out on Centennial, like, decades ago. Well, supposedly, she's still out there. She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up... Well, they disappear forever."

...

Library

Dean was searching the story on a computer, typing into the search bar:

Female Murder Hitchhiking

Dean clicked on go.

0 results.

Dean erased hitchhiking, typing in 'Centennial Highway', making it look like:

Female Murder Centennial Highway

Dean clicked on go.

0 results.

Sam and Catty were sitting next to him.

"Let me try." Sam told him, reaching toward the keyboard.

Dean hit Sam's hand. "I got it." Sam pushed Dean's chair out of the way. "Dude." Dean rolled back over, hitting Sam's shoulder. "You're such a control freak."

"So, angry Spirits are born out of violent death, right?" Sam asked.

"Yeah." Dean answered.

Catty pointed at them, getting an idea. "Maybe it's not a murder."

Sam erased murder, typing in suicide, making it look like:

Female Suicide Centennial Highway

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Suicide on Centennial

A local woman's drowning death was named Constance Welch...

Dean pointed at Catty. "And this is why you're valedictorian."

"Why, because I'm smarter than the two of you?" Catty asked. "I'm pretty sure we knew that a long time ago."

Sam gave Catty a sarcastic look, thinking back to what Dean had said, surprised. "You got valedictorian?"

"Yeah." Catty answered with honest sarcasm. "Thanks for showing up to early graduation. Graduated a year early so I don't have to worry about switching schools again."

Sam nodded understandingly, looking at the screen, opening the article:

April 25, 1981.

A local woman's drowning death was ruled a suicide, the county Sheriff's Department said earlier today. Constance Welch, 24, of 4636 Breckenridge Road, leapt off Sylvania Bridge, at mile 33 of Centennial Highway, and subsequently drowned last night.

Deputy J. Pierce told reporters that, hours before her death, Ms. Welch logged a call with 911 emergency services. In a panicked tone, Ms. Welch described how she found her two young children, 5 and 6, in the bathtub, after leaving them alone for several [minutes]. She reported that their complex-[...]

"What happened to my children was a terrible accident. And it must have been too much for my wife. Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn't bear it," said husband Joseph Welch. "Now I ask that you all please respect my privacy during this trying time."

At the time of the children's death and Ms. Welch's subsequent suicide, Mr. Welch was at the Frontier auto salvage yard, where he works the graveyard shift as associate manager.

"Connie might have been quiet, but she was the sweetest, most caring girl I ever knew," said Deanna Kripke, a neighbor. "She just doted on those children."

"This was 1981." Sam told them. "Constance Welch, 24 years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in river."

"Does it say why she did it?" Dean asked.

"Yeah." Sam answered.

"What?" Catty asked.

"An hour before they found her, she calls 911." Sam told them. "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."

"Hmm." Dean hummed.

"'Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn't bear it', said husband, Joseph Welch'." Sam read aloud.

"That bridge look familiar to you?" Catty asked.

It was the same bridge the woman had killed Troy on.

...

Night - Sylvania Bridge

Sam, Catty and Dean walked across the bridge, leaning against the railing to look over them, looking at the water below.

"So, this is where Constance took the swan dive." Dean told them.

"So, you think Dad would have been here?" Sam asked.

"Well, he's chasing the same story, and we're chasing him." Catty told them, turning around, walking away.

Sam and Dean followed.

"Okay, so now what?" Sam asked.

"Now we keep digging till we find him." Dean answered. "It might take a while."

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

Catty turned to face Sam. "Monday. Right. The interview."

"Yeah." Sam agreed.

"Yeah, I forgot." Catty told him.

"You're really serious about this, aren't you?" Dean asked. "You think you're just gonna become some lawyer, marry your girl?"

Sam shrugged. "Maybe. Why not?"

"Does Jessica know the truth about you?" Catty asked. "Does she know about the things you've done?"

"No." Sam answered. "And she's not ever going to know."

Catty started to walk again. "Well, that's healthy."

"You can pretend all you want, Sammy, but you're gonna have to face up to who you really are." Dean told him, following Catty.

Sam followed them. "Who is that?"

"One of us." Dean answered.

"No, I'm not like you." Sam told them, turning to face them, making them stop. "This is not going to be my life."

"Well, you have a responsibility." Dean told him.

"To Dad and his crusade?" Sam asked. He looked at Catty. "Catty, if it weren't for pictures, you wouldn't even know what Mom looks like, and that you look so much like her." Catty didn't respond, looking down. "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's collar, pushing him against the railing. "Don't talk about her like that."

Catty pulled them apart. "All right, break it up, tough guys." She looked down the bridge. "Guys."

Sam and Dean followed her gaze to the woman with the torn white dress who was Constance from the pictures, standing on either side of Catty.

Constance looked toward them, falling into the river below.

Sam, Catty and Dean ran toward her, looking into the water.

"Where'd she go?" Dean asked.

"I don't know." Sam told them.

The Impala's engine turned on by itself, the headlights flashing over us.

"What the hell?" Catty asked.

"Dean, who's driving your car?" Sam asked.

Dean pulled the keys out of his pocket.

The Impala sped toward them.

"Come on, guys." Catty told them. They turned around, running away from the car. "Let's go! Go!"

They kept on running.

The Impala kept on following.

There was a dead end at the end of the bridge.

Sam, Catty and Dean jumped over the railing, falling out of view.

...

Catty was hanging onto the railing of the bridge, pulling herself up onto the edge, looking toward the water. "Sam! Dean!"

Sam crawled out of the water, onto the dirt, covered in the sewer water. "What?"

"Hey, are you all right?" Catty asked.

"I'm super." Sam told her sarcastically.

Dean crawled out of the water, onto the dirt, covered in the sewer water, lying next to Sam.

Catty laughed, standing.

...

Sam, Catty and Dean were on the bridge, standing next to the Impala.

"Car all right?" Catty asked.

"Yeah." Dean answered. "Whatever she did to it, it seems all right now."

"That Constance chick." Catty told them, leaning against the hood of the Impala. She looked off into the night, yelling to make sure Constance heard her. "What a bitch!"

Sam leaned against the Impala to the left of Catty. "Well, she doesn't want us digging around here, that's for sure." Dean sighed, leaning against the Impala to the right of Catty. Sam looked at Catty. "So, where's the trail go from here, genius?"

Catty didn't answer, raising her arms in a shrug, letting them hit her legs. She smelled the air, looking from Sam to Dean on either side of her. "You both smell like toilet."

...

Day Three

Morning - Motel - Outside

(Song:) She Cheated on a Cheater - Keith Rosier

Sam and Dean were waiting outside by the Impala, still covered in sewer water.

...

Lobby

Catty stood at the front desk, placing a credit card down. "One joined room, please."

"You guys having a reunion or something?" the old man asked.

"What do you mean?" Catty asked.

"That other guy, Burt Aframian." The old man told her. "He came in and bought out a room for the whole month."

Catty looked surprised that John had been there.

(Song Ends)

...

Outside - Breezeway

Sam and Dean were playing lookout.

Catty picked a lock to the motel room door, walking in. A moment later, she reached out, pulling Sam and Dean inside.

...

John's Motel Room

Sam closed the door behind them.

Catty looked around the room that was covered with pictures and articles of deaths or anything supernatural.

Dean turned on the light, smelling an old hamburger, groaning. "I don't think he's been here for a couple days at least."

Catty knelt to the floor, looking at the line of salt surrounding the door. "Salt cat's eye shells. He was worried, trying to keep something from coming in."

Dean looked at the walls.

Sam walked closer to Dean. "What do you got here?"

"Centennial Highway victims." Dean answered.

"I don't get it." Sam told them. "I mean, different men, different jobs, age, ethnicities. There's always a connection, right? What do these guys have in common?"

Catty walked closer to the opposite wall with drawings of religions and bones. She saw a post-it note:

Woman in White

Catty walked closer, turning on the lamp, looking at the pictures of Constance. "Dad figured it out."

"What do you mean?" Dean asked.

"He found the same article we did." Catty told them. "Constance Welch. She's a Woman in White."

Dean looked at the pictures of the victims. "You sly dogs. All right, so if we're dealing with a Woman in White, Dad would have found the corpse and destroyed it."

"She might have another weakness." Sam told them.

"No, Dad would want to make sure." Dean told them. "He'd dig her up." He walked closer to Catty. "Does it say where she's buried?"

"No, not that I can tell." Catty answered. "If I were Dad, though, I'd go ask her husband, if he's still alive."

"Hmm." Dean hummed. "All right, why don't you see if you can find an address? We're gonna get cleaned up."

Catty nodded, walking toward the door.

"Hey, guys, what I said earlier about Mom and Dad..." Sam trailed off. Dean and Catty looked at him. "I'm sorry."

Dean held up a hand. "No chick flick moments."

"All right, jerk." Sam told him.

"Dick." Dean replied.

Catty smiled, raising her hands half-heartedly. "Bitches."

Dean walked toward the bathroom.

Sam chuckled.

...

Joined Motel Room

Catty was sitting on one of the beds, on her laptop.

Sam had showered, clean, pacing, sitting down on one of the beds, listening to his voice mail.

Jessica: (voice mail) "Hey, it's me. It's about 10:20 Saturday night-"

Dean had showered, clean, walking toward the door. "Hey, guys, I'm starving. I'm gonna grab a little something to eat at that diner down the street. You want anything?"

"Sure." Catty answered the same time Sam answered, "No."

"Aframian's buying." Dean told him.

Sam shrugged. "Mm-mm."

Dean walked outside, closing the door behind him.

...

Outside - Parking Lot

Dean pulled his jacket the rest of the way on, crossing the lot, looking over to see a police car, where the motel clerk was talking to the two deputies from the crime scene.

The clerk pointed at Dean.

Dean turned away, pulling out his phone.

...

Joined Motel Room

Catty was still sitting on the bed, on the laptop.

Sam was sitting in a chair, listening to the message.

Jessica: (voice mail) "So come home soon, okay? I love you."

Sam hung up.

"Run out of voice mails to listen to?" Catty asked.

"Bite me." Sam told her.

Catty looked up, smiling sarcastically. Her phone rang. She pulled it out, seeing it was Dean calling, answering. "What?"

Outside, the deputies were approaching Dean.

"Cat, Five-0." Dean told her. "Take off."

Catty stood. "What about you?"

"Uh, they kind of spotted me." Dean answered. "Go find Dad."

Dean hung up.

Catty hung up, turning to Sam, gathering her laptop into her bag. "Okay, time to go."

Sam walked toward the window, pulling back the curtain to see the officers, closing it. "Yeah, yep, let's go."

Sam and Catty walked toward the joined part of the room.

...

Parking Lot

Dean turned to face the deputies, smiling. "Problem, officers?"

"Where's your partner and the girl that had been in your car?" Deputy 1 asked.

"Girl?" Dean asked. "What-what girl?"

Deputy 1 looked over his shoulder, nodding toward the motel room.

Deputy 2 walked toward the motel room.

Dean fidgeted.

...

Joined Motel Room

Catty climbed out of the window on the other side of the room onto the fire escape.

Sam followed her.

...

Parking Lot

Deputy 1 looked at Dean. "So. Fake US Marshal. Fake credit cards. You got anything that's real?"

Dean shrugged. "My boobs."

Dean smiled.

Deputy 1 pushed Dean over the hood over the cop car. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."

...

Sheriff's Office

Sheriff walked into the room, carrying a box, setting it on the table.

Dean sat at the table.

Sheriff walked around the table to face Dean across from him. "So you want to give us your real name?"

"I told you, it's Nugent." Dean told him. "Ted Nugent."

"I'm not sure you realize just how much trouble you're in here." Sheriff told him.

"We talking, like, misdemeanor kind of trouble or, uh, 'squeal like a pig' trouble?" Dean asked.

"You got the faces of ten missing persons taped to your wall." Sheriff told him. Dean looked away. "Along with a whole lot of satanic mumbo-jumbo. Boy, you are officially a suspect."

"That makes sense." Dean told him sarcastically. "Because when the first one went missing in '82, I was three."

"I know you've got partners." Sheriff told him. "One of them's an older guy. Maybe he started the whole thing. So tell me, Dean." He tossed a brown leather-covered journal on the table. "This his?" Dean looked at the journal. Sheriff sat on the edge of the table, flipping through the journal. It was filled with newspaper clippings, notes, and pictures, just like what was on the walls of John's motel room. "I thought that might be your name. See, I leafed through this. What little I could make out. I mean, it's nine kinds of crazy." Dean leaned forward for a closer look. "But I found this, too."

Sheriff opened the journal to a page that read:

Dean

Catty

35-111

It was circled, with nothing else on the page.

"Now, I'm guessing 'Catty' is the girl that's been riding with you boys." Sheriff told him. "You're staying right here till you tell me exactly what the hell this means."

Dean looked at the page for a moment, looking up.

...

Welch House - Outside

Sam and Catty stood on the porch of a house.

A man opened the door.

"Hi, uh, are you Joseph Welch?" Catty asked.

The man nodded. "Yeah."

...

Driveway

Sam, Joseph and Catty walked along the driveway.

Sam showed Joseph a picture of John, Mary, Young Sam, Young Dean, and Baby Catty.

Joseph pointed at John. "Yeah. He was older, but that's him. He came by three or four days ago, said he was a reporter."

"That's right." Sam told him. "We're all working on a story together."

"Well, I don't know what the hell kind of story you're working on," Joseph told them. "The questions he asked me..."

"About your late wife, Constance." Sam told him.

"He asked me where she was buried." Joseph told them.

"And where is that, again?" Catty asked.

"What, I got to go through these twice?" Joseph asked.

"It's fact checking, if you don't mind." Sam told him.

"In a plot behind my old place over on Breckenridge." Joseph told them.

"Why did you move?" Sam asked.

"I'm not gonna live in the house where my children died." Joseph told them.

Catty turned to face Joseph. "Mr. Welch, did you ever marry again?"

"No way." Joseph answered. "Constance, she was the love of my life. Prettiest woman I ever known."

"So you had a happy marriage?" Catty asked.

Joseph hesitated. "Definitely."

"Well, that should do it." Sam told him. "Thanks for your time."

Sam and Catty turned around, starting to walk away.

Catty stopped, hesitating, turning her head to watch Joseph walk toward his house. "Mr. Welch, you ever hear of a Woman in White?"

Joseph turned to them. "A what?"

Catty turned to face Joseph. "A Woman in White, or something of a Weeping Woman. It's a Ghost story. Well, t's more of a phenomenon, really." She walked toward Joseph. "They're Spirits. They've been sighted for hundreds of years, dozens of places in Hawaii and Mexico, lately in Arizona, Indiana. All these are different women, but all share the same story."

"I don't care much for nonsense." Joseph told her, turning around, walking away.

"You see, when they were alive, their husbands were unfaithful to them." Catty told him. Joseph slowed to a stop. "And these woman, basically suffering from temporary insanity, murdered their children." Joseph turned to face her. "Then, once they realized what they had done, they took their own lives. So, now, their Spirits are cursed, walking back roads, waterways, and if they find an unfaithful man, they kill him, and that man is never seen again."

"You think..." Joseph trailed off. "You think that has something to do with Constance, you smartass?"

Catty shrugged. "You tell me."

"I mean, maybe-maybe I made some mistakes, but no matter what I did, Constance never would have killed her own children." Joseph told them. "Now, you get the hell out of here, and you don't come back."

Joseph turned around, walking away, leaving.

Sam sighed. "Nice going, Catty. Don't sugarcoat it or anything."

Catty turned to face Sam, light-hearted attitude visible in her movements. "Had to be done." She started to walk past him, stopping, sighing. "Look, I don't like doing what I did to that guy, but I will to get the answers that we need if I have to." She forced a smile, patting him on the shoulder. "You should do the same, Sammy."

Catty walked past Sam, getting into the driver's seat of the Impala.

Sam sighed, following her.

...

Night - Sheriff's Office

Sheriff was still interrogating Dean over the page.

"I don't know how many times I gotta tell you." Dean told him. "It's my sister's high school locker combo."

"We gonna do this all night long?" Sheriff asked.

A deputy walked in. "We just got a 911, shots fired over at Whiteford Road."

Sheriff looked at Dean. "You have to go to the bathroom?"

"No," Dean answered.

"Good." Sheriff told him, handcuffing Dean to the table, walking out, leaving.

The deputy followed, leaving.

Dean saw a paper clip poking out of the journal, pulling it out, looking at it.

...

Moments later, the Sheriff and the Deputy were gearing up to leave.

Dean watched through the window in the door, ducking out of sight.

The deputy walked past the door.

Dean waited for the right time to sneak out.

...

Outside

Dean climbed down the fire escape, carrying John's Journal.

...

Diner

Catty was sitting at a table, getting something to eat. Her phone rang. She answered. "Hello?"

Dean was in a phone booth. "Fake 911 phone call, Catty? I don't know, that's pretty illegal."

Catty smiled. "You're welcome."

Sam was on other end of the three way call, driving in the Impala, smirking, rolling his eyes.

"Listen, we gotta talk." Dean told them.

"Tell me about it." Catty told him. "So, the husband was unfaithful. We are dealing with a Woman in White."

"And she's buried behind her old house." Sam added. "So that should have been Dad's next stop."

"Guys, would you shut up for a second?" Dean asked.

"I just can't figure out why Dad hasn't destroyed the corpse yet." Sam told them.

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

"What?" Catty asked. "How do you know?"

"I've got his journal." Dean answered.

"He doesn't go anywhere without that thing." Catty told them.

"Yeah, well, he did this time." Dean told them.

"What's it say?" Sam asked.

"Ah, the same old ex-Marine crap when he wants to let us know where he's going." Dean answered.

"Coordinates." Catty told them. "Where to?"

"I'm not sure yet." Dean told them.

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

Sam looked up, slamming the brake, dropping the phone.

Constance appeared on the road in front of him.

The Impala drove right through her as Sam brought it to a halt.

"Sam?" Dean asked worriedly.

"Sam!" Catty told him.

Sam breathed heavily.

Constance appeared in the backseat. "Take me home."

Sam jumped, looking into the rear view mirror to look at Constance's reflection.

...

Centennial Highway

The Impala was still parked on the highway.

...

The Impala

Sam was in the driver's seat.

Constance was in the passenger seat. "Take me home."

"No." Sam told her.

Constance glared at Sam, using magic to lock the doors.

Sam struggled to reopen them.

The gas pedal pressed down. The car began to drive forward.

Sam tried to steer.

Constance was steering the car with her powers.

Sam continued to try to get the door open.

Constance flickered in and out of view.

...

Abandoned House - Outside

The Impala pulled up in front of Constance's house, stopping. The engine and the lights turned off.

...

The Impala

Sam was in the driver's seat.

Constance was in the passenger seat.

"Don't do this." Sam told her.

Constance flickered in and out of focus, her voice sad. "I can never go home."

Sam was starting to realize. "You're scared to go home."

Sam looked into the backseat.

Constance wasn't there.

Sam looked around.

Constance appeared in the passenger seat, climbing into his lap, pushing Sam back against the seat hard enough to make it recline.

Sam struggled against her.

"Hold me." Constance told him. "I'm so cold."

"You can't kill me." Sam told her. "I'm not unfaithful. I've never been."

"You will be." Constance told him. "Just hold me."

Constance kissed Sam.

Sam struggled, reaching for the keys.

Constance pulled away, her face flashing with something horrible behind the skin, disappearing.

Sam looked around for a moment. He yelled in pain, pulling his hoodie open. There were five new holes burned through the fabric into his skin, matching to her fingers.

Constance flickered in and out of focus in front of Sam, her hand reaching into his chest, gripping his heart.

A gunshot went off, shattering the window, startling Constance, making her stop.

They looked out of the window.

Catty stood outside with a shotgun, approaching, still firing at Constance, making her disappear.

Sam sat up, starting the car. "I'm taking you home."

Sam drove toward the house.

...

Outside

Dean ran up next to Catty. "Sam!"

The Impala crashed through the house, inside.

Dean and Catty ran toward the house.

...

Living Room

Catty ran inside. "Sam!"

Dean followed her inside.

"Here." Sam told them.

Catty walked toward the Impala, looking at Sam through the broken window. "You okay?"

"I think." Sam answered.

"Can you move?" Catty asked.

"Yeah." Sam answered. "Help me."

Catty helped Sam out of the car. "There you go."

Constance stood in front of them, looking at a picture of her and her children in front of her. She glared at Sam, Catty and Dean, dropping the frame, using magic to push a dresser into them, pinning them to the Impala.

Electricity crackled and popped, flickering.

Constance looked at the water falling off the stairs, looking upstairs to her children.

"You've come home to us, Mommy." The little girl told her.

Constance turned around.

The little kids stood in front of Constance, wrapping their arms around her, making her scream.

The whole house shook.

The Ghosts disintegrated, white and blue light surrounding them, fading out of existence.

Sam, Catty and Dean pushed the dresser away, walking toward the spot they had disappeared.

"So, this is where she drowned her kids." Dean told them.

"That's why she could never go home." Sam told them. "She was too scared to face them."

Catty looked at Sam. "You found her weak spot. Nice work, Sammy."

Catty patted Sam's chest, turning away.

Sam laughed, looking at Catty. "I wish I could say the same for you. What were you thinking, shooting Casper in the face, you freak?"

"Hey, saved your ass." Catty replied.

(Song:) Highway to Hell - AC/DC (instrumental)

Dean leaned over the Impala, looking it over. "I'll tell you two another thing. If either of you screwed up my car, I'll kill both of you."

Sam and Catty exchanged a look.

Catty smiled.

...

On the Road

The Impala drove down the road.

...

The Impala

Dean was driving.

Catty was in the passenger seat.

Sam was in the backseat.

Catty was looking at the note in John's Journal to her and Dean, following the coordinates on a map. "Okay, here's where Dad went. It's called Blackbottle Ridge, Colorado."

"Sounds charming." Dean told them. "How far?"

"About 600 miles." Catty answered.

"If we shag ass, we can make it by morning." Dean told them.

(Song Ends)

Sam looked between them. "Guys, um..."

Catty nodded. "You're not going."

"The interview's in 10 hours." Sam told them. "I got to be there."

Catty nodded.

Dean didn't seem happy, but he agreed. "Yeah. Yeah, whatever. I'll take you home."

Catty looked away from Sam, turning off the flashlight.

...

Sam's Apartment - Outside

The Impala pulled up.

Sam got out of the backseat, looking at Catty and Dean through the passenger window. "You'll call me if you find him? I can meet up with you later, huh?"

"Yeah, all right." Catty told him.

Sam tapped on the car twice, turning around, starting to walk away.

"Sam." Dean told him. Sam turned back. "You know, we made a hell of a team back there."

Sam smiled a small smile. "Yeah."

Catty waved bye to Sam, smiling a small smile.

The Impala drove away, leaving.

Sam watched them go, sighing.

...

Sam's Apartment

Sam let himself in.

Everything was dark and quiet.

Sam closed the door. "Jessica? You home?"

Sam noticed a plate of chocolate chip cookies on the table next to a National Geographic with a note that read:

Missed you! Love you!

Sam picked one cookie, eating it.

...

On the Road - Impala

Dean was driving.

Catty was in the passenger seat. She sighed after a moment. "It's way too quiet in here."

Catty turned on the radio.

All that played was static.

Catty and Dean exchanged a confused look.

Catty turned the radio off.

Dean checked his watch to see that it wasn't moving. "My watch just froze."

Catty looked at her own. "Mine, too."

Catty and Dean exchanged a look, as if they thought something was wrong.

Dean took the wheel, making a U-turn to go back the way they came.

...

Sam's Apartment - Bedroom

Sam walked into the room, smiling.

The shower was audibly running.

Sam sat on the bed, closing his eyes, falling back onto the bed.

Blood dripped onto Sam's forehead. One drop. Two.

Sam flinched, opening his eyes, taking in what he saw, gasping in horror.

Jessica was pinned to the ceiling, staring down at him, bleeding from the belly.

Sam sat up, but looked like he couldn't move. "No!"

Jessica burst into flames. Fire spread across the ceiling.

...

Hallway

Dean kicked the front door open.

Catty ran in. "Sam!"

Catty and Dean followed the smell of fire and the sound of Sam's desperate voice. "Jessica!"

...

Bedroom

Sam raised one arm to shield his face. "Jessica!"

Catty and Dean ran in.

Catty looked at the burning ceiling, hardly able to see Jessica, looking lost in thought.

"Sam!" Dean told him. "Sam!"

Sam couldn't look away from Jessica. "No! No!" Dean grabbed Sam off the bed, pulling him out of the room. Sam struggled all the way. "Jess! Jess! No!"

Catty watched the flames, obviously thinking about how their mother died, turning around, running out, following her brothers, leaving.

Flames engulfed the apartment.

...

Outside

Firemen and ambulances were either putting out the fire, or making sure everyone was okay.

Dean was in the crowd, turning around, walking away.

Sam and Catty stood at the trunk of the Impala, looking at the arsenal.

Sam was set in desperate anger, loading a shotgun.

"Hey." Catty told him. "How you doing?"

Sam sighed, looking up. "I'm fine."

Sam looked down.

...

The Trunk

Sam and Catty looked into the trunk.

Dean joined them on the other side of Catty.

Sam tossed the shotgun into the arsenal. "We've got work to do."

Sam closed the arsenal and trunk with both arms, leaving us in darkness.