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Chapter Three- Pilot- part 3

"Sam!" she screamed.

"Whoa!" Sam yelled, dropping the cell phone as he gripped onto the steering wheel and slammed on the breaks, listening to them squeal. Lena threw her hands over her head, convinced that she would be rained upon by the shattering of the windscreen. When the car finally skidded to a halt, after what felt like hours, Lena could hear Dean's voice coming through the now forgotten phone lying somewhere on the floor.

"Sam? Lena? Sam!"

Lena sensed movement behind her and she spun around in her seat, only to be greeted by Constance Welch, the woman in white, in the backseat.

"Get out." She demanded in a cold voice, and before Lena had a chance to even take a breath, she found herself skidding along the asphalt of the road, thrown from the car by a flick of Constance's eyes. Lena scrambled to her feet and ran back over to the car, but before she could get there, the car took off at a high speed, leaving Lena trailing in its dust. Not knowing what else to do, Lena yanked out her cell phone and dialled a familiar number.

"Lena?" Dean exclaimed down the line after only one or two rings "Are you alright?"

"She's got Sam." Lena blurted, panting hard as she struggled to calm herself down.

"Ok, calm down." Dean said, trying to reassure her, though she could hear the alarm seeping into his own voice. "Listen to me; I think she's going to take him to her old house, where she's buried. You think you can get there on your own?"

"Yeah, I'm not too far away, so it shouldn't take me long." Lena started to walk, feeling better now that she had a solid plan to work to. She looked down at herself and groaned.

"What's the matter?" Dean asked "Are you hurt?"

"No, but the bitch ripped a hole in my favourite jeans." Lena replied.

"Well, then it's a good job we're going to blow her away. I'll meet you at the house, ok?"
"Alright." Lena confirmed, hanging up the phone. She brushed herself off as she walked, but she couldn't stop her mind from imagining all the things that could be happening to Sam, and the thoughts propelled her forwards hurriedly. She moved on autopilot until she finally found herself at the edge of the Welch's driveway. She breathed a small sigh of relief when she saw the impala sitting there.

"Lena" Dean's voice called, and she spun around, seeing Dean just behind her, coming from a different direction to the one she had come from. She hurried over to him, and he only just had time to look her over before they heard Sam screaming from the car. Without thinking, they both sprinted over, and Dean held up his gun, sending bullets flying through the front window. They saw Sam sit up, and he looked relatively unharmed, but before Lena or Dean could actually check, Sam turned on the engine.

"I'm taking you home." He muttered, seemingly to no-one, and the car took off again.
"Sam!" Lena and Dean called in unison, watching with horror-stricken faces as the impala crashed through the front of the building. They ran in after him, picking through debris to get to the car.

"Sam! You ok?" he asked, leaning inside the car.

"I think." Sam groaned, sitting up much as he could.

"Can you move?" Lena asked, concern etched into her features, darkening her usually bright green eyes.

"Yeah, help me."

Lena and Dean reached inside the car and each grabbed one of Sam's hands, easing him out of the car. But none of them had noticed that Constance had returned, and was inspecting a photograph of her and her children that had fallen to the floor. By the time Sam, Dean and Lena were all stood outside the car again, Constance was stepping aside, flinging a large, heavy wooden dresser at them, pinning them against the side of the impala. The three of them tried to push it away, fighting against it, but Constance's control over it was too strong, and the dresser moved about as much as it would have if they were trying to use a feather to push it out the way.

The lights in the house started to flicker, and everyone, including Constance, looked around in surprise. Lena followed Constance's gaze to the top of the staircase, where there was the shadows of two much smaller forms.

"You've come home to us Mommy." They chimed in sickly sweet, sing-songy tones. Lena blinked, and suddenly the two children were at the bottom, next to Constance. She backed away from them slightly, but the children were quicker, and they grabbed her into a hug that left her screaming in agony. The three of them flickered and began to melt, leaving Lena, Sam and Dean to watch, helpless against the metal frame of the car. But as soon as Constance and her children were gone, they felt the pressure of the dresser ease away, and they found that they could shove it enough to get out from behind. Lena followed her brothers as they gingerly stepped towards the spot where they had watched the ghosts disappear.

"So this is where she drowned her kids." Dean commented, nodding down at the wet puddle on the floor.

"That's why she could never go home." Sam muttered, seemingly to himself more than anything "She was too scared to face them."

"You found her weak spot. Nice job Sammy." Dean grinned, clapping Sam on his chest.

Sam gave a pained laugh "I wish I could say the same for you. What were you thinking, shooting Casper in the face you freak?"

"Hey, saved your ass." Dean shot back, striding over to his car and bending down to inspect it "I'll tell you another thing; if you screwed up my car, I'll kill you." He promised, and Lena knew that he was serious too.

It didn't take the three of them long to haul the wood and debris from the car, and soon they were driving. Lena held a flashlight over Sam's shoulder as he tried to find the location of the coordinates in the journal.

"Ok, so here's where Dad went." He finally announced "It's called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado."

Dean smirked "Sounds charming. How far?"

"About six hundred miles." Sam replied, quickly doing the calculation in his head.

"If we shag ass we can make it by morning." Dean nodded, looking optimistic. Sam shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"Dean, umm..." he started nervously.

"You're not coming." Dean guessed, clearly disappointed.

"The interview's in ten hours." Sam argued "I've gotta be there."

"Yeah, yeah," Dean shrugged "whatever. I'll take you home."

The hours passed by in a slightly awkward silence, and Lena wasn't sure whether to feel happy once it was over, because they had pulled up outside of Sam's apartment building. Silently Sam got out of the car, and Lena followed so that she could climb into the front seat.

"You'll call me when you find him?" Sam asked as he closed Lena's door for her and leaned in through the window. Dean simply nodded "Maybe I can meet up with you later, huh?"

"Yeah, alright." Dean agreed, but Lena couldn't tell just how truthful he was being.

"See you later Gigantor." Lena teased, and Sam shot her a warm smile before turning. They watched him leave for a few paces, before Dean leaned over.

"Sam," he called out the still open window. Sam turned around to face them again "You know, we made a hell of a team back there."

Sam sighed "Yeah." Was his only reply before he continued into the building.

Dean pulled away silently, and Lena left him to himself for a little while. She knew that Dean had been hoping to convince Sam to stay with them, but that was just too good to be true.

"What about you?" Dean suddenly asked "You want me to take you back to school?"
Lena thought about it for a minute. She kind of wanted to, but she couldn't honestly say she was bothered either way, and she didn't think she could bear being the cause of Dean's disappointment and hurt, like Sam had been.

"Nah," she finally shrugged "I might as well make leaving worth it; give them a chance to miss me."

Dean shot her a wide grin, and Lena knew she had made the right decision. It wouldn't hurt for a few months, right?

Despite the late hour, Lena was wide awake, so she leaned forward to switch on the radio. However, instead of hearing music, static erupted through the speakers, cackling through the car. Lena and Dean glanced at each other.

"Well, that's never good." Lena mumbled.

Dean looked down at his watch, sighed and held out his wrist so that Lena could see too. It had stopped. Wordlessly, Dean made a U turn before speeding back towards Sam's apartment.

The window was already glowing orange when they screeched to a halt.

"Stay here!" Dean yelled to Lena as he scrambled from the car, but she ignored him and followed. Dean grabbed the door handle, but it wouldn't budge, so he took a step back and booted it open.

"Sam!" he called, momentarily stopping in the doorway, but only until they heard Sam screaming from another room. They tore off to the sound of Sam's voice, and they finally found him in his bedroom, lying on the bed, too scared to move.

"Jess! No!" Sam hollered, and Lena followed his gaze to the ceiling, where Jess's body was being engulfed in a blanket of flame. Lena's stomach churned, and she remained frozen in her spot in the doorway. Dean rushed forwards and grabbed Sam, pulling him away as Sam continued to cry and yell.

"We gotta get out of here." Dean told his brother through gritted teeth as Sam fought against him, but all three of them knew that there was nothing they could do. There was no saving Jess, just as there had been no saving their mother, exactly twenty-two years before.

They fell out the door only seconds before the fire brigade arrived, rushing onto the scene to put out the blaze. As soon as Dean was sure that Sam wasn't going to try and go back inside, he let him go. Sam, clearly unsure what exactly to do, stalked off to the impala, kicked the wheels a few times and leaned against the trunk with his back to the building. Dean and Lena left him to himself as they watched, along with the gathering crowd, as the fire was being fought against.

Before the job was done, Dean turned to check on Sam, seeing him digging around in the trunk of the car. He tapped Lena's shoulder and nodded towards Sam, and they walked over to him. Lena placed a hand on his back gently, but Sam pretended not to notice. He was busy loading a rifle. Lena wasn't sure what, if there was anything, she could say to make Sam feel better. Dean apparently didn't know either, because he simply looked helplessly at his younger brother. Sam glanced at Dean, sighed, and tossed the gun into the trunk.

"We've got work to do." He said with a steely resolve, and Lena knew that things were just getting started.

A/N 2: So how was that? Good? Crap? Let me know!