Supernatural chapter 3!

"Look, that's got to be her." I said, pointing to the girl who was putting up missing posters. Sam and Dean examined her, contemplating whether or not it was the girl we were searching for.

"You must be Amy." Dean said to the girl, who looked around and stared curiously at my brother. After a few moments she gave a small 'yeah'. "We thought so. We're Troy's uncles and aunt. I'm Dean, this is Cameron, and that's Sammie." Dean motioned to us, and Sam glared at Dean for introducing him as Sammie. Amy looked at us, but turned around and started to put up a few more posters.

"Troy never mentioned you to me."

"Yeah, that's like Troy. We don't really talk that much." Dean said, seeming slightly awkward, but Sam quickly covered for him.

"You see, we're trying to find him too, and we're asking around. Mind if we ask you a couple of questions?" Sam asked, looking to Amy for affirmation. She nodded her head and led us to a small café nearby.

"I was talking to him on the phone. It was right before dinner. He was on his way home, but he had to go, and he said that he would call me back... but he never did." Amy explained sadly, looking forlornly down at her cup.

"Did he say anything strange? Anything out of the ordinary?" Sam asked her, giving her his best 'concerned face'.

"No, not that I remember." Amy replied, lacing her fingers together around her cup. There were a few tense moments before I decided to try and break it.

"I like your necklace." I said, glancing at her pentagram necklace that was hanging around her neck.

"Thanks. Troy gave it to me. It was mainly to freak my parents out, with all that devil stuff." she said, looking down and grabbing her necklace in her hand.

"Actually, it means the opposite. It's actually against evil. Really powerful, if you believe in that kind of stuff." Sam said. meeting her eyes. Dean seemed skeptical as he interrupted their conversation.

"Listen ladies, the way Troy disappeared, something isn't right. So if there's anything, now would be the time to tell us." Dean said, leaning forward to face Amy and her friend head on. The two girls shared an unsteady look.

"What is it?" I asked, leaning forward as well.

"Well, with all these guys going missing, people talk." Amy said, tearing her eyes away from her friend.

"What are they talking about?" Sam, Dean and I said simultaneously.

"Well, there's this legend. Supposedly there was this girl who got murdered out on the back roads, and some people say she's still there, and she goes hitchhiking and only gets rides from men, and they never again." Amy's friend said. Sam, Dean and I exchanged a glance, knowing for sure that we were dealing with a vengeful spirit. To cover up us leaving right after she said that, Dean furrowed his brow at his watch.

"Oh, would you look at the time. We've got to run. It was nice meeting you ladies." He said, getting up and putting twenty dollars out on the table.

"It was nice meeting you, too." Amy responded, looking rather puzzled. Sam, Dean and I all walked out to the car, getting in the car before driving off to the hotel, where I knew Sam and I would have to do some research on this Hitchhiking Female Spirit. As soon as we arrived, I broke out my laptop and got to work.

"Look what I found." I called to Dean, who was laying down on the stiff hotel bed with his eyes closed. When I spoke, his eyes shot open and he and Sam walked over to me, and we all crowded around the computer.

"1981, Constance Welch jumps off the Sylvania Bridge and drowns in the river." Sam read off of the newspaper article.

"Does it say why?" Dean asked, scanning through the words on the screen with narrowed eyes.

"Yeah. Just an hour before she killed herself she had made a 911 call. She had left her two kids in the tub for a minute, and when she got back they weren't breathing. Both dead." I explained, looking up at my brothers. Sam scrolled down and we saw a picture of the bridge.

"Hey, doesn't that look familiar?" I inquired, recognizing the bridge we were on earlier today when we were talking to the police. Sam and Dean looked over the picture for a minute. Then they both shot up at the same time, Dean grabbing his keys and Sam following behind him, both on their way to the door.

"You could have waited for me!" I shouted, jumping up and grabbing my jacket before running after them.

When we drove back to the bridge, it was about 10:30.

"Why does it always have to be at night?" I sighed, getting out of the car and following behind Sam and Dean. We walked up to the edge of the bridge and looked over into the pitch black water.

"So this is where Constance took the swan dive?" Dean asked, looking at the rushing torrent below us.

"You think dad would have been here?" Sam wondered aloud, eyeing Dean and I.

"Well, if he was, we're just going to have to keep digging until we find him." Dean declared with a look of determination on his face. He had always looked up to dad.

"Dean, you know I have to be back before Monday." Sam said turning his back on the edge and taking a step towards Dean.

"Right. Monday. The interview. I almost forgot." Dean said, turning back at Sam.

"You're really serious about this, aren't you?" I asked, looking up at Sam.

"Yeah, I am, and I need to get back to Jessica, too." Sam said, getting that lost puppy look in his eyes.

"So, you think you can just become a lawyer, marry your girl?" Dean asked, a hint of annoyance in his tone.

"Well, yeah, if I can." Sam said with a shrug.

"Does she even know anything about you?" Dean pressed. "You know we can't live a normal life with everything that's out there."

"No, she isn't going to ever know." Sam snapped, taking a threatening step towards Dean.

"Well, that's healthy." Dean remarked sarcastically.

"Come on guys, let's not argue." I beseeched them, looking at them both nervously. The last thing we needed right now was a brother vs. brother fight.

"You can't lie about who you really are, Sam." Dean insisted, turning his back on his brother and walking in the opposite direction.

"And who am I, exactly?" Sam questioned, his voice dripping with a mixture of anger and sarcasm.

"One of us." Dean answered, pointing at me and then himself.

"Oh, please leave me out of this..." I pleaded, folding my arms across my chest.

"No, I'm not like you two. I have the opportunity to start my own life." Sam said, ignoring me.

"You have a responsibility!" Dean's fists were clenching, and I could tell his temper was rising.

"To dad?" Sam asked, interrupting Dean. "And his crusade? If it weren't for pictures, I would have forgotten what mom looked like! What difference does it make? If we do find the thing that killed her, it isn't going to matter. Mom's gone, Dean." That's always been a sensitive subject around Dean, and he obviously couldn't take it. He grabbed Sam by the jacket and pushed him roughly up against the side of the bridge.

"Don't talk about her like that!" Dean ordered, taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself.

"G-guys!" I stammered, looking farther down the bridge. Sam and Dean glanced at me, and I just pointed to where the woman wearing a white dress was standing, way too close to the edge.