•Woman In White, Part Three•

The trio walked into the motel. Emilia held a very awake toddler in her arms. Honestly, the mother didn't want to part from her child, what happened moments ago was traumatic for the both of them.

"One room, please."

Dean was standing at the motel check-in desk, still filthy, with Sam, Em, and Zoe right behind him. The Clerk picked up the card and looked at it.

"You guys having a reunion or something?"

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

"I had another guy, Burt Aframian. He came and bought out a room for the whole month."

Dean looked back at Sam and Em.

~Supernatural~

Sam picked the lock to John's room, he opened the door and walked in. When the coast was clear, he nodded for Em and Zoe to come in.

Because it was daylight, Dean was just outside, playing lookout, until Sam reached out of the room to grab his shoulder and yank him inside.

Emilia closed the door behind them. They all look around—every vertical surface has papers pinned to it: maps, newspaper clippings, pictures, notes.

There were several books on the desk with assorted junk on the floor and bed, including things with a hazardous-materials symbol.

"Whoa," Sam said, focusing on the messy room around him.

Emilia put Zoe down before she walked over to the wall to read John's notes he had pinned up.

Dean turned on a light by the bed and picked up a half-eaten hamburger sitting there. Dean sniffed the burger, and once he smelled the funk, he recoiled.

Sam stepped over a line of salt on the floor. Zoe, watching her uncle, did the same.

"I don't think he's been here for a couple days at least," Dean said, judging from the smell of the burger.

Sam fingered the salt on the floor and looked up.

"Salt, cats-eye shells...he was worried. Trying to keep something from coming in."

Zoe pinched a little bit of the salt. "Salt!" She said. As she was about to put it in her mouth, her parents turned around from what they were doing.

"Don't eat it, Zoella Claire," The parents said in unison.

Knowing she was caught, the toddler quickly wiped the material on her jeans. She shrugged at her parents. "I not! I not! I-I promise, mommy. Daddy."

Dean gave her a knowing look before looking at the papers covering the walls with Emilia.

"What do you two have over here?"

"Centennial Highway victims," Emilia told him. Sam nodded.

As Dean was speaking, Emilia crossed to the other side of the room. She noticed her toddler trying to get in some stuff, the mother rolled her eyes. That little girl was always doing something.

"Zoella Claire," The mother said firmly, getting the toddler's attention. "Go stand by your daddy. Right now."

Zoe pouted before slowly walking over to Dean who patted her head, letting her know that it's okay, she wasn't in too much trouble.

"I don't get it. I mean, different men, different jobs, ages, ethnicities. There's always a connection, right? What do these guys have in common?" Dean asked himself out loud, trying to put the pieces together.

Em looked at the papers taped to the other walls. There was something about the Bell Witch, two people being burned alive, a skeletal person blowing a horn at several scared people with the note "Mortis Danse", a column about "Devils Demons", another about "Sirens, Witches, the possessed".

"Damn, John really knew his shit," Emilia commented, pointing out the detail in each note he left.

Sam read along with her. He turned on another lamp, to see this one article better. Now with light to help them see, Em almost immediately pointed at a picture of Constance. "There's our girl, that bitch."

"Dad figured it out." Sam said, impressed. Dean turned to look at the two of them.

"What do you mean?"

"He found the same article we did. Constance Welch," Emilia said, nodding to the paper.

"She's a woman in white." Sam told his brother.

Dean looked at the pictures of her victims and smirked, "You sly dogs." Dean turned around to step closer to Sam and Em. "All right, so if we're dealing with a woman in white, Dad would have found the corpse and destroyed it."

"She might have another weakness," Sam said, his focus on John's notes on Constance.

"Well, Dad would want to make sure."

"He'd dig her up," Emilia said, stepping closer to the article. "Does it say where she's buried?"

"No, not that I can tell. If I were Dad, though, I'd go ask her husband." Sam tapped on the picture of Joseph Welch. "If he's still alive."

"Not unless she already got to him. His scum ass deserves it." It was one thing Em truly hated was an unfaithful man. Sure, Dean would flirt but so far he's never cheated on her.

"All right. Why don't you two, uh, see if you can find an address, I'm gonna get cleaned up," Dean told the two hunters. As he started to walk away, Sam stopped him.

"Hey, Dean?" His brother gave him his attention. "What I said earlier, about Mom and Dad, I'm sorry."

Dean held up his hand and looked at Zoe. She smiled and looked at her uncle.

"No shit-flick moments, Uncle Samantha."

"Haha, cute," Sam said, not too impressed. "God, she's just like you."

"My mini me. But like the kid said, No chick-flick moments."

"I'm pretty sure she didn't say chick. Jerk."

"Bitch."

"You two are idiots," Emilia said as she moved some things off of John's bed and sat down. She motioned for Zoe to come to her. The toddler did. "You're gonna say sorry to your Uncle Sam, you hear me?"

Sam noticed something, his smile disappearing, and crossed over for a closer look. A rosary hung in front of a large mirror, and stuck into the mirror frame was a photo of John sitting on the hood of the Impala, next to Dean with a young Sam in his lap. Sam took the photo off the mirror and held it, smiling sadly.

"Sowwy, Uncle Sam," Zoe said, standing next to the man who was like a giant to her small frame. The younger Winchester smiled, he looked at Emilia, kind of asking her if he could pick her up.

"Of course you can hold her, don't make it a habit though. We're trying to get her to walk more, she's lazy."

Sam laughed as he picked the girl up. Zoe blushed, she held on to his neck. "Hey, Zoe, you wanna see a picture of your dad and me?"

"Yeah," She said, excited to be shown something. When he showed her the picture, the little girl gasped, she instantly pointed at John. "That's pop-pop!"

"Yeah, there's your dad. And that's me."

"That you? So tiny. Now you big, huh?"

Sam laughed at his niece's comment, she was so smart and so observant.

"Maybe one day you'll be a big as me."

Zoe's eyes widen. "Really?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah, really." He kissed her forehead. Zoe's face turned beet red, which was funny to Emilia because Dean use to have that effect on her when she was smaller.

Emilia watched as Sam played with Zoe. He tickled her, spun her around, even threw her in the air a little. In that moment, Sam truly felt like an uncle.

~Supernatural~

"That's it, I'm putting her in some pull ups," Emilia said, grabbing Zoe's backpack. Dean grabbed a plastic bag to put his daughter wet clothes in. "We should have started potty training earlier."

Dean sighed. "Babe, she wasn't ready."

"Wasn't ready? She was pulling off her diapers as soon as she turned one."

Dean grabbed a warm towel, he picked up Zoe from the bathtub. "Let's get you dried up, huh?"

"I wear my blue dress, daddy," Zoe told her father. Dean placed her on the sink. Emilia handed him the little girl's dress and tights along with a pull-up diaper.

"Let's get you dressed," Dean kissed his baby on her nose causing her to laugh.

"Daddy's funny mommy."

"Yeah, he's hilarious," Emilia said sarcastically before leaving the bathroom.

Once she was out of the bathroom, Em noticed Sam sitting on the bed with a phone to his ear.

"You should call her back, you know," She told him, "She's probably worried about you."

Sam made eye contact with his friend. He knew she was right. He just didn't want to answer questions he knew his girlfriend, Jessica, had.

Dean came out of the bathroom with a clean Zoe and grabbed his jacket. The toddler climbed out of her father's arms, running over to her Uncle Sam.

"Hey, man. I'm starving, I'm gonna grab a little something to eat in that diner down the street. You want anything?"

"No." Sam said, his eyes not leaving his phone. Zoe climbed on the bed to sit behind the taller Winchester.

"Aframian's buying," Dean referred to his fake credit card. Sam's answer didn't change, he just wasn't hungry.

Before Dean opened the door to leave, he looked at his kid. "You wanna come with me, ladybug?"

Zoe shook her head. "I wanna stay with my uncle." Emilia snorted, she made eye contact with Dean to see that he was a little offended.

"I think it's time for the talk."

Emilia and Sam laughed. "The talk? Dean, our baby is only three."

"Not stopping her from crushing on Sam."

"So what she loves her uncle, that's normal," Emilia told him before getting up to go to the bathroom.

"Yeah, Dean, it's normal," Sam teased.

Dean rolled his eyes before walking out the door.

Sam was still on his phone, listening to Jessica's voice messages, when Dean beeped in.

"What," Sam answered, he sounded a little annoyed.

"Dude, five-oh, take off."

Sam stood up. "What about you?"

"Uh, they kinda spotted me. Take Zoe and Em. Go find Dad." Dean hung up.

Sam walked over to the window to see a cop coming towards the door. He quickly grabbed Zoe and burst in the bathroom. Emilia was in there, brushing her hair. She looked at him with an eyebrow raised.

"Uh, a little privacy, Sam, would be nice."

"We gotta go." Sam opened the window that was in the bathroom. Emilia was confused. He looked at her. "Dean's stalling, cops are out there."

Em's eyes widen, she grabbed Zoe's bag that was in the bathroom and helped the little girl sneak out the window.

Once they were out, the duo casually walked down the street, seeing cop cars pass by.

"We're just walking for right now, sweets," Emilia told her. Sam grabbed the toddler from Em's arm so they could walk faster.

They must have waited for at least two hours before the came back for the impala. Luckily, Dean threw the keys under the car before getting arrested.

"You go question Joesph, I'm gonna hang back, see if I can get Dean out."

"Don't go into the station."

Em gave him a dull look. "I'm not stupid, Sam. Call me, okay?"

Sam nodded before they parted ways.

~Supernatural~

Emilia hot wired a car, she drove around looking for Dean. And once she spotted him, she parked beside.

"Hey!"

Dean looked relieved to see her, he quickly got in the car. "Where's Zoe?"

Emilia nodded towards the backseat. Dean looked back to see his little girl asleep with a stuffed teddy snuggled to her chest.

"We got to get to Sam, he's in trouble."

"What?" Emilia asked, panicking. She sped off. Dean was impressed with her driving, usually his girlfriend drives like an old lady.

"Dad's not here, by the way." Dean showed her John's journal.

"He never leaves that thing anywhere."

"There's coordinates in here, where he wants us to go next."

Parking the car outside of Constance's old house, Dean and Emilia saw the impala parked in front of it.

Emilia looked back to see Zoe still asleep. The huntress gave Dean her gun. He ran over to the impala to see his brother being under attack by the ghost.

Dean shot his car window, each bullet making Constance disappear for a moment.

Once the ghost was gone for a second, Sam drove the impala into the house, forcing Constance to go home.

"Sam!" Dean and Emilia screamed, running into the home.

"Sam! Sam! You okay?"

"I think..."

"Can you move?" Emilia asked the younger Winchester.

"Yeah. Help me?"

Dean leaned through the window to give Sam a hand.

Emilia turned around to see Constance staring at a picture, maybe it was a family photo.

Dean continued help Sam out of the car.

"There you go."

"Guys," Emilia said, getting their attention to look at a seriously pissed off Constance.

The ghost threw a bureau at the hunters, pinning them to the car.

Suddenly, Constance seemed distracted. Her children, the babies she killed, came for her.

"You've come back to us mommy." They hugged her, causing her to scream and melt into a puddle.

Once she was gone, the guys pushed the bureau off of them.

"Well, that was creepy," Emilia said, walking to the water puddle.

"So this is where she drowned her kids." Dean commented.

"That's why she could never go home. She was too scared to face them."

"You found her weak spot." Emilia was impressed with Sam's detective work.

"Nice work, Sammy," Dean complimented. He slapped Sam on the chest where he's been injured and walked away.

Sam laughed through the pain. "Yeah, 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 leaned over to look at the car. "I'll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car?" Dean twisted around to look at Sam. "I'll kill you." Sam laughed.

Emilia shook her head at the boys. "I'm gonna get my baby." Em ran to the parked car to see Zoe was still asleep, she grabbed her and the backpack.

~Supernatural~

Sam had the journal opened to "DEAN 35-111" and a map opened on his lap and was trying to find coordinates with a ruler, a flashlight tucked between his chin and shoulder.

"Okay, here's where Dad went. It's called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado."

Dean nodded, "Sounds charming. How far?"

"About six hundred miles."

"Hey, if we shag ass we could make it by morning."

Sam looked at him, hesitate.

"Dean, I, um..."

Dean glanced at the road and back to his brother. "You're not going."

"The interview's in like, ten hours. I gotta be there."

Dean nodded, disappointed, and returned his attention to the road.

"Yeah. Yeah, whatever. I'll take you home."

Sam turned the flashlight off. They continue their drive.

They pulled up in front of the apartment, Dean was still frowning. Sam got out and leaned over to look through the window.

"Call me if you find him?"

Dean nodded. He scooted out of Emilia's way as she climbed the front seat. She gave Sam a small smile.

"Thanks for your help, Sam."

"Maybe I can meet up with you guys later, huh?"

"Yeah, alright." Dean said.

Sam pat the car door twice and turned away. Dean leaned toward the passenger door, one arm went around Em's shoulders.

"Sam?"

"You know, we made a hell of a team back there."

Sam smirked. "Yeah."

"Bye Bye, Uncle Sam." Zoe said from her car seat, her little hand waved at him. Sam bent down a little to see her sweet face.

"Bye, Zoe," Sam smiles.

Dean drove off. Sam watched him go and sighed.

They were in the car. Zoe was playing with her stuffed bear. Emilia looked over at Dean. He seemed distracted.

"What's on your mind, love?"

"Sam. I mean...he needs to be with us. Dad wants us together."

Emilia smiled as she placed a hand on his cheek. "Then turn around and go tell him that."

~Supernatural~

It was perfect timing when Dean went back to his brother's apartment. There was a fire. Dean could faintly see Jessica pinned to the ceiling, just like his mother.

Dean pulled his distressed brother out of the burning building. Sam didn't want to go. He didn't want to leave his girlfriend.

It was about an hour after the incident. Sam was in the trunk of the impala, holding a shotgun. Dean and Em stood beside him, to make sure he was okay. Sam looked at the both of them.

"We got work to do," he said before he shut the car trunk.