"So you want to give us your real names?" The older officer asks coming in through the door with a box held in his hands. I feel like I've been sitting here for hours.

"I told you it's Nugent, Ted Nugent and Shemane Deziel." Dean smirks naming the famous rocker and his wife. I bit my lip trying to hold in my laughter.

The officer scoffed. "I'm not sure you realize just how much trouble you're in here." He says trying to scare us. Not gonna work.

"We talking like "misdemeanor" trouble here or uh "Squeal like a pig" trouble?" Dean asks joking again.

"You got the faces of 10 missing person taped to your wall. Along with a whole lot of satanic mumbo jumbo. You two kids are officially suspects."

"That makes sense. Cause the first one went missing in '82, I was 3. She wasn't even a thought yet." Dean says defensively motioning to me.

"I know you got more partners. Two of em are older guys. Maybe they started the whole thing." He says digging through the box pulling out two journals. "So tell me Dean and Kit. These theirs?" He asks throwing down the old journals which were filled to the bursting. The name he said made my face falter; that's what my Dad calls me. I knew the journals were Johns and my dads. My whole life I've never seen my dad without his. I just stared at the two books shocked. I know for a fact my dad never goes anywhere without it… Same with John.

"I thought that might be your names." He smirks sitting on the table in front of us. "See, I leafed through these, what little I could make out. Both pretty similar. I mean, it's nine kinds of crazy. But one mentions a Kit quite a bit; I imagine that's short for Katherine." He says looking up at me as he flipped through the pages of my dad's until going to Johns. He landed on a page that halted my breathing. "But I found this too." He said pointing to the page two simple words scrawled on it along with numbers. I immediately recognized as coordinates.

Dean

Katie

35-111

"Now you two are staying right here. Till you tell me exactly what the hell that means." He yells gesturing to the page.

Dean releases a breathy laugh, still shocked. "That's just my high school locker comb." Dean says with the hint of a smirk. The officer stands, aggravated, leaving us in the room to 'stew' as some would say.

After maybe an hour. The officer coming in every now and again to ask us what the page meant, and with a bullshit response from Dean; he left. Dean and I sat in silence in case anyone was listening in. Just the two of us sending pointed looks to one another when our gaze found each other. The door creaks open the same officer strolling in.

"I'm getting tired of asking. What does that mean!" He asks again resting against the table.

"I don't know how many times I have to tell you. It's my high school locker comb."

"Are we gonna do this all night long?" He asks, before a deputy pops his head in the room.

"We just got a 911. Shots fired over at Whiteford road." He says frantically.

"Do either of you have to go to the bathroom?" He asks.

"No…" Dean and I say simultaneously not understanding why he was asking.

"Good." he smiles, pulling a pair of handcuffs out. Cuffing one to Dean looping it around the bar and cuffing me to the other.

Oh the irony of being cuffed to Dean Winchester. The officer left the room. Closing the door behind him locking it for good measure. I sighed. "So Ted, What do we do now?" I joke.

Dean chuckles looking down his eyes landing on the journal. A smirk forms on his lips. He uses his free hand to grab the shiny paper clip which was sticking out from a page.

Once Dean and I got free from the cuffs we snatch both the journals and sneak our way out of the police station. We quickly make our way back to the motel. I slapped Dean's shoulder when I spotted a pay phone outside the rooms. "Hey look! Why don't you call Sam, and see where he's headed." I suggest. "I'll head back to our room, and grab our guns."

Dean nodded heading to the phone. Since Sam took the Impala we were limited to only what we took in the room. "I'll be back." I tell him taking off to our room.

The last thing I head before taking off was Dean saying. "Fake 911 phone call Sammy. I don't know that's pretty illegal."

I chuckle to myself. I'm not complaining he saved our ass. Got us out of that police station. Once I reached the room I dig through my Jacket pocket pulling out the keys to our room. I shoved the key into the lock shoving the door open.

I grab Dean and I's guns from under the bed. I tuck mine in the back of my pants, moving my jacket over, hiding it. I grab my leather belt with three pouches on it, and strap it around my waist. It has one large pouch and two smaller ones. It comes in handy, I always have it when Dean and I are hunting. I keep all the things I could possibly need in it, just so I don't have to dig through the Impala all the time, I usually have a lock pick, some holy water, box cutters, matches, my lighter , an extra clip for my pistol, and sometimes my phone. It's basically my purse, just less girly, and more bad ass hunter.

After grabbing whatever we could possibly need that wasn't in the Impala ,which was unaccessible at the moment, I rushed out of the dingy motel room. I spotted Dean still talking on the phone just not as calm as a few minutes ago. I started sprinting back over to him. Worried something was wrong now. He was shouting Sam's name into the phone. I know that can't be good.

"Sam!" he yells once more with no response. "Dammit!" He slams the phone down.

"What happened!"

"It's Sam. I think Casper decided to pay him a visit. Come on we gotta go.." Dean says quickly. With both of us searching around the lot we found an unlocked car, and easily hot wired it. We both climbed in before Dean sped off down the road to house Constance was buried at.

"So what did Sam find out?" I wondered, as Dean sped down centennial.

"He went out and talked to Constance's husband. Confirmed the story, and then some. Turns out he was unfaithful so we're definitely dealing with a woman in white."

I nodded in acknowledgment. When Dean and I finally arrived at the old looking house we swiftly got out of the car. The Impala was parked in front of the porch, and I could see Sam in the front seat.

"Dean!" I yell tossing him his gun. He caught it quickly. We both fell into a sprint when we heard Sam's screams.

"Sam!" Dean yells. Through the window of the Impala I could make out Constance on top of Sam. She was one ugly mo-fo. I raised my gun aiming for the bitch. Dean obviously had the same idea; both of us firing at her making the window of the Impala shatter. Constance disappeared just to reappear again. After firing a few rounds she was gone.

Sam sat up, and put the car in drive. Dean and I looked to each other confused. Sam sped through the fence in front of the house easily running it down. He rammed the Impala through the porch straight into the house. And Dean's worried about me driving, should be Sam...

"Sam!" Dean yelled worried. Both for Sam and his car.

"What the hell!" I muttered to myself. I followed after Dean into the house. We climbed onto the busted porch before heading into the house. The Impala was parked in what looks to be a living room.

"Sammy!" Dean calls out.

"I'm here." We hear from the front seat of the car. Both of us rush to the window.

"You okay?" Dean asks. Immediately opening the passenger side door, reaching into the front seat.

"I think." Sam says still dazed a little.

"Can you move?" Dean asks quizzically.

"Yeah… Help me." Sam reached out his hand. Dean grabbed it helping pull him from the car. Sam groans as Dean helps him out. Still on guard for Casper the freaky ghost I glance around the room.

"Dean!" I call out. Seeing her across the room holding what looked to be a picture frame. To say she looked pissed was an understatement. She stared angrily at the three of us before throwing the picture frame roughly to the ground. She put out her hand and waved it to the side. Before I knew she sent me flying across the room into an old bookcase.

"Kat!" Both Sam and Dean yelled out worried.

The sound of the bookcase breaking emanated throughout the small room; from the force of me flying into it. I tumbled roughly to the ground smacking my head hard on the dirty floor. The shelves and some random items left behind falling on top of me. I groaned from the sharp pain emanating from my back and forehead. I glanced back at Constance. She sends a dresser straight into Sam and Dean; pinning them to the Impala. They both grunt trying to push the dresser off of them, but failing.

I cradle the bottom of my back; which was still throbbing from being tossed into the bookshelf. I tried and failed to get up. I laid on the dusty ground just as the lights start flickering. The sound of dripping water coming from the staircase a few feet away from where I landed. I glanced up and see water gathering at the bottom of the steps, pooling around the living room. My eyes were glued to Constance as she walked to the bottom of the stairs with a sad expression plastered on her face.

"You've come home to us, mommy." I hear two kids voices whisper.

A few seconds pass before two kids appear at the bottom of the stairs behind Constance. She quickly spins around staring at the two in fear. The two kids latch onto her, hugging her waist. A loud scream coming from Constance. The lights flickered even more a light shaking in the room. Both Constance and the two children began sinking into the floor. Black clouds surrounded them clouding the sight of them. Soon they disappeared almost like they were draining into the floor. Once they disappeared the gurgling sound of draining water filled the room. All what was left on the floor was a puddle of water.

I caressed the sore spot on my head. Relieved that she was gone and this whole case was solved. I heard both Sam and Dean groan as they pushed the dresser off them; sending it smacking to the floor with a loud crash.

"Kat, are you okay?" Dean worries hurrying over to me. He pulled me up from the cluttered mess of shelves.

"Yeah." I mumbled gruffly grabbing onto the sleeve of his Jacket as he helped me to my feet.

"You're heads bleeding." He says with a concerned face. His eyebrows furrowed. A caring look seeping from his eyes.. I take the sleeve of my flannel pressing it to the sore spot; wincing once it touched the sore skin.

"I'll be fine." I tell him looking to the spot on the floor where Constance disappeared. "What a bitch." I groan out; much like Dean that night on the bridge.

"So this is where she drowned her kids?" Dean asks looking to the spot on the floor still holding onto my leather covered arm; keeping me up so I don't fall over.

"That's why she could never go home. She was too scared to face them." Sam states, proud he figured out an alternative to getting rid of her.

"You found her weak spot." Dean smiles. "Nice work Sammy." He slaps him on his chest before he helps me over to the Impala leaning me against it.

Sam groaned out in pain from Dean's hard hand laughing trying to cover it up. "I wish I could say the same for you two. What were you thinking shooting Casper int the face, you freaks."

"Hey saved your ass!" Dean smirked pointing at him. I just laughed quietly to myself. Wasn't such a good idea but it worked.

He bent down checking the sides and front of his car; looking for any damage. "I'll tell you another thing if you screwed up my car I'll kill you!" He says seriously.

After the two boys successfully pushed the car out from the house we were on the road, and away from that creepy house. The Impala wasn't too bad. Just a few light scratches, Dean could fix easily, and a busted headlight. Oh yeah… Then there was the windows Dean and I busted. Oh well it'll give us some time off while he fixes up the Impala.

Soon we were on the highway after grabbing our things from the motel. The soft sound of 90's rock playing from the speakers. Dean was focusing on the road. While Sam was looking through their Dad's journal, figuring out the coordinates he left, while I looked through my Dad's.

55-111

I sat in the back sprawled across the entire backseat. My back still aching from that Constance bitch. I cleaned up my forehead; a nice sized cut left after clearing away the blood. Not too bad though. Should be healed in a week or two.

"Okay here's where they wanted us to go. It's called Black Water ridge, Colorado." Sam speaks up breaking the silence.

"Sounds charming. How far?" Dean questioned.

Sam hums in thought. "About 600 miles."

Dean shrugs then looks to Sam. "Hey if we shag ass, we can make it by morning."

Sam looks to Dean trying to form his next words. "Dean uh.."

"You're not going?" Dean asks. I could tell by his tone he was disappointed.

"The interviews in like 10 hours. I gotta be there." Sam defended.

Dean nods. I watch his face in the rear view mirror. His brows furrowed and lips pushed together. He was definitely upset Sam wasn't staying. "Yeah." He sighs. "Yeah whatever. I'll take you home." He tells him covering up his disappointment.

The drive back to Stanford was quiet. I tried to ignore the awkward tension in the air by looking out my window. I decided on counting every road sign… Definitely better than focusing on the silent fight stewing between the boys.

It was around 6 in the morning when we pulled up to Sam's apartment. Both Sam and I climbed out. I gave him a hug. "Bye Katie." Sam muttered before releasing me. I climbed back into the car taking my usual seat in the front of the Impala; next to Dean.

"You'll call me if you find them?" Sam questioned leaning down to look at Dean and I. "Maybe I can meet up with you later, huh?" He offers.

"Yeah all right." Dean replies enthusiastic; knowing Sam won't meet up.

Sam taps his hand on the windowless door before standing upright to make his way to the apartment doors. Dean starts the car with a sigh. "Sam!" He shouts past me halting Sam. Sam spins around. "You know we made a hell of a team back there." Dean tells him a light smile on his face.

Sam nods slightly. "Yeah." He agrees with Dean. The brother share a silent goodbye before Dean puts the Impala in drive and begins to drive away. Sam continuing to the doors.

I sigh. I was upset Sam was leaving too. Dean was right we made a hell of a team. Dean and I would still be sitting in that police station right now if it weren't for Sam. Constance still would be a problem also. As much as he wants to fight it he's a damn good hunter. My eyes wonder around the Impala before landing on a phone on the floor of the front seat. I quickly bend down to pick it up. "Hey Dean, you gotta go back. Sam left his phone." I tell him simply.

Dean turns the Impala around. We weren't even out of the parking lot yet.

We make our way up the steps to Sam's door knowing he'd still be awake. My breath catches in my throat when we reach his door. Loud shouts could be heard from Sam. Dean quickly kicks down his door. "Sam!" He yells worried for his little brother. We both rush into his apartment. A bright flickering coming from a room down the hall. Rushing to the room I stood there shocked.

"Sam!" Dean yells to Sam who was on the bed fear evident on his face. The whole ceiling was engulfed in flames. Jess pinned to the ceiling in the center of the fire. "Sam!" Dean yells more forceful this quickly runs into the room pulling Sam up from the bed.

"No!" he yells as Dean drags him to the doorway. "No! Jess!" He shouts sadly. I shake myself from my frozen state. Grabbing Sam's other arm helping Dean carry him from the burning room. He was an emotional mess. Tears ran down his face. A hint of anger in his eye.

Once Dean and I got him safely out of the building. Others also making their way out. The blaring sound of the fire alarm cut through the early morning air. The sound of sirens in the distance. We helped Sam to the Impala leaning him against it. He stood there a look of pure agony upon his face. Seeing him like that it broke my heart.

I stand by Sam giving him some space while Dean went to talk to the cops and firemen. After a few silent moments. Sam strutted to the trunk of the Impala pulling it open. His face now determined as he dug through the trunk of the Impala. Silent tears still making there way down his cheeks. I see him pick up a shotgun just as Dean comes strutting back after speaking with the cops and firemen. He heads to Sam a look of worry on his face for his brother. I walk to the trunk standing next to Sam just like Dean on his other side. Sam sheds another silent tear a sigh escaping his lips as he loads a shotgun before tossing it back into the trunk.

"We got work to do." He voices determined.