"So how is school, Sammy?" I ask, leaning into the front seat.
"It's great. I love it there, I have made a lot of friends." Sam replies with a smile on his face.
"That's great, Sammy. So… tell me about Jessica." I state. Sam blushes a deep red and turns to face me.
"It's great, Arie. Do you know that feeling, where like everything that that person does, it just, makes you so happy? Like you know that you are never going to find another person like them, no matter how long you live and you never want to let them go. I feel like that with Jess. I love her. I plan on marrying that girl one day." Sam states, googly eyed. It is great to see him this happy, although I can't help but feel a little jealous. Why couldn't Dean be more like Sam?
"That is amazing, Sammy. I am so happy for you. I'm glad you got out and get to have that apple pie life." I state with a giant smile. Sam smiles back.
"So… you going to tell me what the hell is going on with you and Dean." Sam states getting his bitch face on. I redden, looking down.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I play it off hoping that he will ignore it and change the subject.
"Don't bullshit me, Arie. I know both of you, very well might I add, and I know that there is something up with the two of you, and I want to know what it is." Sam states. I swallow the lump that has begun to form in my throat.
"Um, nothing, Sam. We just… nevermind." I state not really knowing how to describe what Dean and I are.
"Don't nevermind me, Arie. I am not blind, I do see how the two of you act around eachother." Sam states.
"It's nothing Sam, just drop it!" I growl, sitting back just in time for Dean to hop into the car.
"Breakfast?" Dean asks, offering the cup of coffee and bag of chips toward me. I take them.
"Sammy, you hungry?" Dean asks, glancing at Sammy.
"My name is Sam. Sammy is a chubby 12 year old. That is not breakfast." Sam states, glaring at Dean.
"Suit yourself." Dean states, shoving a piece of pie in his mouth.
"You and Dad still running credit card scams?" Sam asks.
"Hey, it's not our fault they send them to us. We just apply." Dean states.
"Yeah, and what names did you use this time?" Sam growls.
"Shut up." Dean replies, starting the engine and pulling out of the gas station we were previously parked at.
"Seriously Dean, you need to update your cassette collection." Sam says, looking disgusted at the options. I glance between the two brothers.
"What's wrong with my cassettes?" Dean asks, offended.
"Well for one they are cassettes. Two they are all the hits of Mullet Rock." Sam states digging through the box.
"Well, Sammy, driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole." Dean says, blaring the music.
"MY NAME IS NOT SAMMY! IT IS SAM!" Sam shouts, glaring at his older brother.
"Whatever you say, Sammy." Dean states, laughing. Sam turns an angry red, as he opens his mouth to shout I interject.
"Stop it, Dean. If he doesn't want to be called Sammy, don't call him it. God you are such a child sometimes." I state rolling my eyes. Dean glares at me in the rearview mirror.
"Yeah that's not what you were saying last night." Dean states, raising and eyebrow at me. Sam glances between us. I glare at Dean.
"Shut your fucking mouth! Don't you ever learn?" I ask, surprising Dean and Sam alike. I sit back, and ignore him for the rest of the ride. I do not know what it is, but lately everything he says has been getting under my skin. I don't know if it's because I'm pissed off at him because he can't be faithful, or if I'm pissed off at myself because I know that he will never change, yet I keep letting him do these things to me.
(six hours later)
Ugh we are finally here, that drive took forever and after my outburst it was really awkward. Sam stayed quiet the rest of the ride and Dean got pretty pissed off, but oh well, I'm glad he's pissed off. He deserves to feel what I feel. Anyway, we ended up getting to town only to find that another guy has gone missing. We need to figure out what is doing this!
(A couple hours later)
"So this is where she took the swan dive?" Dean asks, glancing ahead at the bridge.
"Yeah, I think so. I don't blame her, both of your kids dying. I don't know how anyone could live after that." Sam states, getting out of the car. I follow him out, Dean behind us.
"So, we still need to find Dad." Dean states walking next to Sam, I trail behind.
"If Dad was here he's long gone now Dean." Sam states.
"We still have to find him, he would do the same for one of us." Dean states. Sam stops.
"Oh, yeah. Cause he's the one who dragged us into this life. Do you think mom wanted this, Dean? We were raised like warriors." Sam states. Dean growls and pushes him up against a pillar. I gasp and go to pull Dean off of Sam. He brushes me off.
"You don't get to talk about her!" Dean growls.
"No one ever talks about her. I don't even remember her, Dean. I didn't get to know her…" Sam trails. Headlights turn on, we all glance back toward the Impala. The car is on.
"Who's doing that?" Sam asks. Dean shrugs and pulls out the keys, just as the impala engine rumbles. It heads toward us, we all run. Sam goes to jump over the side and stops himself. Dean flies on over. Sam catches my hand and helps me stay up. We both glance down to the water.
"Dean, are you ok?" Sam shouts.
"Never better."
(The next day)
"Arie, can we talk?" Dean asks, falling back allowing Sam to pass him. I sigh, I know what he wants to talk about, and I honestly do not feel like talking anymore. I love the man but Christ there is only so much heartache one person can take.
"No, we need to figure out what is killing these men before another one goes missing." I state walking on into the motel room. Dean scoffs and Sam gives him an apologetic look.
"I'm going to go talk to the locals." Dean states, leaving the room. Sam glances over at me expectantly, I ignore him in favor of looking over the police reports of the missing victims.
"Arie….. Can you explain now?" Sam asks, glancing at me from the desk he is at.
"Well, we…." I am cut off by the ringing of Sam's phone.
"What is it, Dean?" Sam asks. Sam shoots out of his seat and heads toward the window. I sit there confused. Sam hangs up his phone and rushes to get his and Dean's things from the room.
"Sam... What's going on?" I ask.
"Get your stuff and go out the bathroom window. There are cops outside, they already arrested Dean." Sam states heading toward the bathroom. I scrabble to get my stuff and follow him into the bathroom. He already has the window open. He pushes me on through and then climbs out himself just as the door to the room bursts in. We run to the Impala and peel out.
"What the hell happened?" I yell at Sam.
"I don't know. We need to find Constance's husband to get this case over with." Sam states his grip on the wheel tightening. I gulp.
"What are we going to do with Dean?" I ask, dreading the answer. Sam sighs.
"I'm going to call in a fake report, and he can get himself out. Our conversation from earlier is not over." Sam states. He pulls over and uses a payphone to make the call. After that is finished we go talk to Constance's husband. It turns out that he cheated on her and she drowned her children, making her a woman in white. All that is left is to find the bones, salt and burn them. The only problem is that she was cremated, so we do not know why she is still here.
"I don't know, Sammy, a fake phone call, seems pretty illegal." Dean states.
"Get to Constance's old house, we think we know what is keeping her here." Sam states, hanging up the phone.
"Sam do you see her?" I ask as we are driving over the bridge.
"Yes." Sam states, stopping the car. He rolls down the passenger side window.
"I can never go home." Constance states. She appears in the back seat.
"Take me home." Constance states.
"No." Sam replies.
"Take me home." She growls as she leans over Sam. He gasps in pain and pushes down on the gas. We pull up in front of the old abandoned house.
"I can never go home." Constance say. She disappears.
"Where did she go?" I ask, looking around.
"I don't..." Sam cuts off as a shriek of pain rips out of his lungs. Burning hand marks appear on his chest. I rush to his side only to be shoved into the window by an unseen force. My head cracks on the glass and everything goes black.
(Meanwhile)
Dean shoots the ghost and gets her to disappear.
"I'm taking you home." Sam shouts as he pushes on the accelerator. He crashes through the side of the house. Dean rushes in after him.
"Sam! Are you ok?" Dean shouts.
"Yeah I'm fine." Sam leans over to check on Ariana. Sam gets out of the car and looks around for the ghost. All of a sudden she appears.
"I can never go home!" She shouts as she pushes a desk up against Sam and Dean's legs pinning them to the passenger side of the impala. They try, with no luck, to push the desk off of them. Water starts to pour down the stairs creating a puddle at the bottom of them. Constance turns around as her kids come up out of the puddle and pull her into a hug. The lights flash and she screams and then all is quiet. Sam and Dean push the desk off of them.
"What did I miss?" I state, rubbing the back of my head where it impacted with the window.
"Nothing much. She's gone. You ok?" Sam asks. Dean smacks Sam upside the back of the head.
"Ow Dean! What was that for?" Sam asks rubbing his head.
"If you hurt my baby I will kill you!" Dean states walking around the Impala. I shake my head, realizing it was a bad idea.
"Ouch…" I groan, climbing into the back seat so Sam can sit in the front.
"You ok?" Sam asks, concern written on his face.
"I'll be fine, I've had worse than a bump on the head." I reply. Dean glances at me from the rear view mirror, I avoid his gaze.
(On the highway, heading back to Stanford)
"So, I think I found a lead. Arie, can you get in my bag and get the journal that is in there out?" Dean asks. I fumble around in his bag until I find the item I am looking for.
"Isn't that John's journal?" I ask, as I hand the journal up to Sam.
"Yes. I found some numbers in there, open up to the back cover." Dean states. Sam turns the journal to the last page. Coordinates are written across the page under Dean's name.
"Coordinates?" Sam asks. Dean glances over.
"I think he wants us to go there." Dean replies. Sam pulls out his lap top and enters in the coordinates. It leads to a place called Black Water Ridge.
"I figure we can make it there by morning if we head now." Dean states. Sam glances down.
"You're not going?" Dean asks.
"Dean, I told you. I have an interview on Monday. I can't miss it." Sam replies.
"Alright." Dean states and speeds up. I lean back and decide on getting some rest, it's been a long two days.
(A couple hours later)
"It was really good to see you, Sammy." I say pulling Sam into a hug. Sam kisses my head and leans in to whisper in my ear.
"I still need an explanation for these last two days, Arie." Sam whispers. I groan pushing Sam away.
"Alright. Keep me informed about Dad. Let me know when you find him." Sam states grabbing his bag and heading toward his apartment building. I sigh, and head back to the car.
"Well to Black Water Ridge we go…" I mumble, leaning my head back against the seat. Dean gets in and shuts his door, but makes no move to turn on the ignition. I sigh.
"What are you waiting for?" I ask, glancing over at Dean. He looks deep in thought.
"I don't know, something just doesn't feel right." Dean states, shaking his head.
"Everything is fine. If we are going to make it by tomorrow we need to go." I state.
"I think I'm just going to go check on Sammy first. Stay here." Dean states, getting out of the impala and heading toward the building that Sam just disappeared into. I sigh, leaning my head back against the seat. About that time I hear screams. I look up at the building and gasp in horror. It is engulfed in flames. I rush out of the car and toward the building, just as fire trucks and ambulances arrive. Dean comes rushing out of the building pulling a distraught Sam with him. I look around and find no sign of Jess. I rush up to Sam and pull him into a hug. After we give our statements to the cops, we leave. Sam is back on the road again.