•Woman In White, Part Two•

A young woman was tacking up posters with Troy, the newest victim, face and the caption "Missing Troy Squire". Dean and Sam approached the girl with Emilia and Zoe behind them.

"I'll bet you that's her." Dean said, pointing out the girl who seem really invested in the missing boy.

"Yeah," Sam agreed.

Dean grabbed Zoe's hand before picking her up and walking up to the young woman.

"You must be Amy."

She looked at him, squinted her eyes a bit. "Yeah."

"Yeah, Troy told us about you. We're his uncles. I'm Dean, this is Sammy." Dean motioned towards his toddler. "This little lady right here is my daughter, and her mom is right over there."

Amy looked at Emilia. The young huntress waved at the girl.

"He never mentioned you to me," Amy said before walking away, only for Dean and Sam to follow her.

"Well, that's Troy, I guess. We're not around much, we're up in Modesto."

"So, we're looking for him too, and we're kinda asking around." Sam told her. Then another girl, Amy's friend, came up to her and placed a hand on her arm.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, Rachel."

For a moment, it seemed like they were getting nowhere with Amy so Dean pulled out reinforcement. He secretly tapped Zoe's leg, it was her signal to do what they talked about.

"Daddy?" Zoe said sadly but loud enough for the girls to hear her.

"What, baby?"

"I miss cousin Troy. Are we gonna finds him daddy?"

Amy and her friend looked at each other, their hearts melted for the little girl.

"You mind if we ask you a couple questions?" Sam asked. "You know, for my niece's sake."

~Supernatural~

The four of them were sitting in a booth, Dean and Sam opposite of Amy and Rachel. Dean looked back to see Emilia order some lunch. Zoe was pointing at some items on the menu.

"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?" Sam asked her.

Amy shook her head. "No. Nothing I can remember."

"Our food should be ready to go in a minute, I didn't order much," Emilia told her boyfriend as she pulled a seat up to the table, she looked at the girls. "Sorry to interrupt. I like your necklace."

Amy held the pendant she was wearing, a pentagram in a circle, and looked down at it.

"Troy gave it to me. Mostly to scare my parents—" Amy laughed, "—with all that devil stuff."

Sam and Emilia laughed a little. Dean looked between the two.

"Actually, it means just the opposite. A pentagram is protection against evil. Really powerful. I mean, if you believe in that kind of thing." Sam informed her.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Okay. Thank you, Unsolved Mysteries." Dean took his arm off the back of Sam's seat and leaned forward.

"Here's the deal, ladies. The way Troy disappeared, something's not right. So if you've heard anything..."

Amy and Rachel look at each other.

"What is it?"

"Well, it's just... I mean, with all these guys going missing, people talk."

"What do they talk about?" Sam, Dean, and Emilia asked in unison.

"It's kind of this local legend. This one girl? She got murdered out on Centennial, like decades ago." Seeing that they were interested in the story, Rachel continued. "Well, supposedly she's still out there. She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up? Well, they disappear forever."

Sam and Dean looked at each other.

The bell from the front booth sounded, signaling that Emilia could pick up her food. When she got up there was a flashing image in her head.

It was of Troy and Rachel kissing while it was obvious he was still with Amy.

"Hey," Dean whispered, standing behind his lady. "We'll be in the car. What you order?"

"Just some sandwiches and chips. I ordered you a cheeseburger though."

Dean gave her a proud look. "My girl," He said before giving her a quick peck. He grabbed Zoe's little hand and followed Sam out to the car.

Emilia grabbed the food and thanked the employee, she turned around to see Amy sitting by herself. She sighed before walking to the girl.

"I know you're going through something but once you find peace...I strongly suggest you get better friends."

~Supernatural~

They've been in the library for several minutes now. Dean was researching on the computer, Sam was watching him. Emilia day at a little table behind them, watching Zoe flip through children's books.

Dean's searches continued to come up empty. Sam at this point had an idea.

"Let me try," Sam said, his hands reaching for the keypad, but Dean smacked his hand.

"I got it."

Sam shoves Dean's chair out of the way and took over.

"Dude!" Dean hit Sam in the shoulder. "You're such a control freak."

"So angry spirits are born out of violent death, right?" Sam asked his brother but it was more of a rhetorical question.

"Yeah."

"So, maybe it's not murder." Emilia commented, walking up to the screen. She watched Sam replace "murder" with "suicide" in the search engine. One article popped up. Sam opened the article, dated April 25, 1981.

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

There was a picture of Constance. Emilia felt bad for her, she was a beautiful woman.

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

"Yeah."

"What?"

"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."

Dean raised his eyebrows. Emilia shook her head. "Wait, the kids are dead...shouldn't she be a grieving spirit? Not a vengeful one. Somethings not right."

"Hm," Dean hummed. "The bridge look familiar to you?"

Before they could leave, Zoe tugged on her father's jacket. She had his attention.

When he looked at her she was doing a little dance. "Look at you, bug. Cute little dance. Almost looks like you have to pee—" He quickly noticed her begging expression. "Oh you have to potty, come on!" He picked her up and practically ran to the bathroom.

Sam and Em watched him go. They both laughed. Sam looked at his longtime friend, he was amazed that she genuinely seemed happy. Before her and Dean got together, Sam begged his brother not to take her out. He didn't want him to use her, to hurt her. Now, Dean has proven that he wouldn't do a such thing, intentionally.

"Your brother is a good dad, you know?"

Sam nodded, "I noticed. Way better than our dad."

"Hey, don't be so hard on John," the huntress said, making a seat beside her friend. "If I wasn't alive and kicking, I'm pretty sure Dean wouldn't know what the hell he was doing."

~Supernatural~

It was that night. Dean parked outside of the bridge, it cracked the windows in the car so Zoe could have some air.

Emilia did NOT want to leave Zoe in the car by herself, in the dark.

"I've said this one hundred times, I'll say it again," Emilia started as she closed her door. "I am not comfortable with this, Winchester."

Dean walked over to her. He knew that leaving Zo in the car was more than likely a bad idea but statistically she would be safer in the car.

"Think about it, babe. We bring her out, then something chases us down...I don't want my little girl getting hurt. Okay?"

The mother nodded, understanding his view. She looked at her sleeping daughter one more time before following behind Sam and Dean.

The trip walk along the bridge, then stopped to lean on the railing and looked down at the river.

"So this is where Constance took the swan dive," Dean said, insensitively.

"So you think Dad would have been here?"

Sam looked over at Dean.

"Well, he's chasing the same story and we're chasing him," Dean said as continued to walk.

"Okay, so now what?"

"Now we keep digging until we find him. Might take a while."

Sam stopped.

"Dean, I told you, I've gotta get back by Monday—"

Dean turned around. "Monday. Right. The interview."

"Yeah."

"Yeah, I forgot. You're really serious about this, aren't you? You think you're just going to become some lawyer? Marry your girl?"

Sam shrugged. "Maybe. Why not? You gonna marry yours?"

Dean scoffed, "At least she knows about my life. Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know about the things you've done?"

Sam stepped closer. "No, and she's not ever going to know."

"Well, that's healthy. You can pretend all you want, Sammy. But sooner or later you're going to have to face up to who you really are."

Dean turned around and kept walking. Sam followed.

"And who's that?"

"You're one of us."

Sam hurried to get in front of Dean.

"No. I'm not like you. This is not going to be my life."

"You have a responsibility to—"

"To Dad? And his crusade? If it weren't for pictures I wouldn't even know what Mom looks like. And what difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, Mom's gone. And she isn't coming back."

Emilia has been giving the brothers some distance but when she heard Sam say what he said, she knew what was coming next.

Dean grabbed Sam by the collar and shoved him up against the railing of the bridge. Emilia knew she had to step in.

"Alright, guys, wrap it up. Stop."

"Don't talk about her like that."

Dean released Sam and walked away. He saw Constance standing at the edge of the bridge.

"Guys."

Sam and Emilia came to stand next to Dean. Constance looked over at them, then stepped forward off the edge. The trio run to the railing and looked over.

"Where'd she go?"

"I don't know."

Emilia closed her eyes for a moment, her heart started to sink. "Something doesn't feel right."

Behind them, the Impala's engine started and its headlights come on.

"What the—" Dean started to say.

"Zoe knows how to turn on the car?"

"Not unless she knows how to hot wire," Emilia said as Dean showed Sam his keys were with him. "Oh my God, my baby!"

The car jerked into motion, heading straight for them. They turned and run.

"Dean? Go! Go! Emilia, go!"

The car was moving faster than they are; when it got too close, The trio dive over the railing. The car came to a halt.

~Supernatural~

Dean shut the hood of his car and leaned on it. Emilia held on to Zoe so tight, the little girl was practically shaking.

"Your car all right?"

"Yeah, whatever she did to it, seems all right now. That Constance chick, what a bitch!"

"Well, she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure." Emilia huffed, she couldn't help but pace back and forth. "Bitch put my baby in danger, we have to gank her skank ass forreal now."

The brothers watched her talk to herself about how she was going to rip Constance's head off, which would be impossible since she was ghost.

"Dude, I'm a little scared," Sam whispered, referring to Em's behavior. Dean smirked.

"I don't know, Sammy. It's kind of arousing."

"You're a freak," Sam mumbled before clearing his throat. "So where's the job go from here, genius?"

Sam settled on the hood next to Dean.

Dean throws up his arms in frustration, then flicked mud off his hands. Sam sniffed, then looked at Dean.

"You smell like a toilet."

Dean looked down, attempting to smell himself. Emilia then stood beside him, obviously a bit calmer now.

Zoe sniffed the air, she then covered her nose and giggled.

"Daddy stinky stinky! You need a bath!"

"Oh yeah, I stink?" The little girl nodded. "Well how about I stink you up, huh?"

The toddler squealed and held on tighter to her mom. Dean chuckled before motioning for everybody to get in the car.