Disclaimer: As I have said before, I don't own Supernatural, I wish I did though. I only own Emi.

Chapter 3: Pilot (Part Three)

After we had left the crime scene we went to find the deputy's daughter, and Troy's girlfriend. We were down by the movie theater and saw a girl putting up missing posters. "Hey guys-," I was about to pint her out to Sam and Dean when Dean cut me off saying, "I'll bet you that's her." Then they just started walking toward her. I rolled my eyes before following.

Once we reached her Dean said, "You must be Amy." Which I thought was a little creepy. How would we know her name? That's what I would be thinking if I was her and it seemed, from the scared look on her face, that that's what she was thinking.

"Yeah," she answered a little hesitantly.

"Yeah, Troy told us about you. We're his uncles and aunt, I'm Dean, this is Emi, and this is Sammy," Dean told her pointing to each one of us in turn.

"He never mentioned you to me," Amy replied starting to walk away. When Dean and Sam started to walk as well I thought maybe it was my turn to ask some questions so they didn't scare her off with their creepiness.

"Well, that's Troy, I guess-," Dean said but then I cut him off with, "We're not around much, we're up in Madesto. So, we're looking for him too, and we're kinda asking around."

Just then another girl walked up to us and put her hand on Amy's shoulder. "Hey, are you ok?" she asked.

"Yeah," Amy responded.

"Do you mind if we ask you a couple questions?" Sam asked her.

"No, I guess not," she said. So, we led her into a nearby diner.

When we were all seated Amy started telling us about the night Troy disappeared. "I was on the phone with Troy. He was driving home. He said he would call me right back, and...he never did."

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

"No, not that I can remember," Amy answered.

"I like your necklace," Sam told her. Woah! Where did that come from? Talk about random.

Amy held her necklace as if it were something precious. She looked down at it and said, "Troy gave it to me. Mostly to scare my parents," she laughed, "With all that devil stuff."

Sam laughed a little, looked down and then back up as if deciding to say something. "Actually, it means just the opposite. A pentagram is protection from evil. Really powerful. I mean, if you believe in that kind of thing," Sam added at the end unconvincingly.

"Ok. Thank you, Unsolved Mysteries," Dean muttered. Then he leaned forward. "Here's the deal, ladies. The way Troy disappeared, something's not right. So if you've heard anything…"

They looked at each other.

I leaned in closer. "What is it?"

Amy's friend Rachel looked at us, "Well, it's just… I mean with all these guys going missing, people talk. "

"What do they talk about?" All three of us asked in unison.

"It's kind of this local legend. This one girl? She got murdered out on Centennial, like decades ago," the girl continued.

Sam nodded at her to go on. When she didn't I prompted, "And?"

"Well, supposedly she's still out there."

When she stopped again I repeated, "And?" except this time with a bit more irritation. What is she trying to be dramatic?

"She hitchhikes and whoever picks her up? Well, they disappear forever," She finally finished. I looked over at Sam and Dean and we all nodded. This had to be our spirit.

After finally getting the story out of the girls we went to the library to make sure it was true. Dean was the first one to the computer so he looked in the archives of the local paper for "Female Murder Hitchhiking". When nothing came up he replaced "Hitchhiking" with "Centennial Highway". Still nothing came up.

"Let me try," Sam commanded reaching for the mouse.

Dean smacked his hand out of the way. "I got it." Geez, everytime we have to do anything it starts a fight. If they didn't stop I was going to have to buy spray bottles, like for cats.

Sam pushed Dean's chair out of the way, inadvertently pushing it into my chair. "Hey!" I complained just as Dean cried, "Dude!"

"Sorry," Sam said, not even looking at me. If he kept treating me like this I was gonna kick his ass.

"You're such a control freak." Dean commented before looking over Sam's shoulder.

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

"Yeah," Dean and I confirmed.

"Well, maybe it's not murder," he speculated. He replaced "Murder" with "Suicide" and clicked search.

One article popped up. Sam clicked it and it opened to show an article about a local women who jumped off the Centennial Highway bridge and drowned to death.

"This was 1981. Constance Welsh, twenty-four-years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the river," Sam read out loud.

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

"Yeah," Sam replied.

"What?" Dean asked.

"An hour before they found her, she calls 911. Apparently 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," Sam read again.

"That's terrible," I mumbled. Dean grabbed my hand and rubbed it with his thumb. He knew how much children dying affected me.

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

"That bridge look familiar to you?" Dean asked pointing to the picture of the bridge in the article. It was the same bridge they had found Troy's car. I sighed knowing we were gonna have to do some night hunting. Hunting at night always creeped me out.

AN: There's Chapter 3! Yay! Hope you like it. Reviews=Love! Next Chapter will be up soon.