Previously

I couldn't keep afloat and felt the remaining oxygen wane away. I felt a pair of hands grab me. Then darkness.

When I came to, I saw Dean's face above me as well as Sam's. I choked up more water as he asked me worriedly if I was ok.

'Yeah,' I replied, choking up a bit more. I looked at Dean, 'Please tell me you didn't use mouth to mouth.'

'Huh, most girls would be begging me to and more' Dean smirked.

'Ok, two things,' I groaned as I sat up, 'I'm not most girls and two, eugh. Seriously though, thanks.' I looked at Sam who was bone dry. 'I take it you actually missed the dive.' Sam grinned back, 'Yep and now you and Dean smell like a toilet.'

'Oh shut up,' I grinned as well, then took a more serious pose. 'I need a shower.'

'Hey, there's a motel there, pull over.' I stated as we drove through the town. Boy, I desperately needed a shower I thought as we pulled in. 'Oh, I call shower first.'

'Come on, I smell more than you,' Dean moaned.

'Nope, I called it first,' I said as I pulled my bags from the trunk. We all then walked through the motel doors and landed at the desk.

Dean spoke to the man at the desk, 'One room please.'

The man looked at the card then looked back at us. 'You guys having a reunion or something?'

I looked at him confused, 'What do you mean?'

'That other guy, Bert Aframian. He came in and bought out a room for the whole month.'

I gasped and looked at the boys. Was John here? After asking what room he had rented, we got to the front door. 'You think he's here,' I asked. 'Knowing our luck, probably not,' Sam replied as he began to open the door. He walked in and I followed after him, I turned round and saw Dean was still outside, 'Dean hurry up!' I yanked him in.

We then turned to face the room. It seems John had left in a hurry as it was a complete tip. On the walls were pictures and cut out newspaper articles. On the floor was a circle of salt. Least we knew John was definitely here.

'Whoa.'

Dean picked up a hamburger and sniffed it. I rolled my eyes, why on earth would he do that. 'I don't think he's been here for a couple days, at least..

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

'What do you got here?' I asked Dean as I saw him looking at a newspaper article.

'Centennial Highway victims. 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?'

We stood staring at the wall, looking over the articles trying to find the connection. Suddenly Sam spoke, 'Dad figured it out.' I looked at him, 'What do you mean?'

'He found the same article we did. Constance Welch, she's a woman in white.'

'You sly dogs. All right, so if we're dealing with a woman in white, dad would have found the corpse and destroyed it.'

'Well, she's still hanging around, so she must have another weakness,' I stated.

'No, dad would want to make sure, he'd dig her up. Does it say where she's buried?'

Sam glanced at the article again, 'No, not that I can tell. If I were dad though, I'd go ask her husband. If he's still alive.'

'All right, why don't you see if you can find an address. I'm gonna get cleaned up.'

'Eh, hey, hey, what did we say, I'm first.' I grabbed my clothes and ran to the bathroom door, locking it as I heard Dean groan. I stripped my clothes and stepped in under the shower. It was barely hot but it done the job. My mind was going round non-stop thinking about the case and John. Hopefully we would soon catch up with him. I climbed out and dried myself and walked back into the room, as Dean raced into it.

As I sat on the bed, I saw Sam checking his phone and I heard a female voice, who I assume was Jessica's. I looked at a photo on a mirror on the wall of Sam and Dean when they were younger. 'Hey Sammy, what's Jessica like?' I questioned him. Hey, I wanted to know all about this woman who stole my almost second brother's heart. Sam grinned at me, 'She's amazing.' I smiled back, 'You really love her, huh.' He looked at me and I swear he blushed.

Dean then interrupted us with his presence, all clean. 'Hey, I'm starving. I'm gonna grab a little something to eat at that diner down the street. You guys want anything?'

Sam said no, so I decided to go with Dean. 'Aframian's buying. As Dean and I were walking towards the car, he held his arm up and stopped me.'What's wrong?' 'Cops' Dean pulled his phone out to call Sam. As I turned to look at the cops I saw the check in man point towards us. Oh shit I mumbled to myself. Hopefully we could walk free of this.

The cops walked over to us, 'Where's your partner?'

Dean looked at me then back at the cop 'Partner? What, What partner?'

I could see we where getting nowhere and the officer signaled to the other to check our hotel room. I hope Sam has gotten out of there. 'So. Fake US Marshal, fake credit cards. You got anything that's real?'

Dean looked at him with a serious face 'My boobs.' I smirked at his remark and it only grew larger when I heard what he said next. 'Also her boobs, I mean look at them.' I pushed my chest out to make him notice – and not only did he look but so did Dean. Oh he was so getting it later. Unfortunately he didn't seem to care as we were then being put into the police car. I turned to face Dean, 'How the hell are we gonna get out of this?'

'I dunno...just sit tight..I'll figure something out...'

Then we were travelling to the station.

I was taken away from Dean and brought into a separate room. I sat waiting for a few minutes when a middle aged male cop came in. Boy, he looked like he should lay of a burger or two.

'Howdy Sheriff.' I quipped.

'Shut it.'

'Oh,' I leaned over the table with my hands in cuffs, 'did someone piss in your cereal today?'

'I said shut it,' he sat on the chair opposite me. 'Now, what's going to happen is I'm going to ask the questions and you're gonna answer..Ok.'

I looked at the ceiling and sighed, 'whatever.'

'Ok, so why don't we begin with you telling me what your name is.'

'Janis Joplin, like I told you guys a million times.' Yeah I'm pretty sure he's not going to recognize it. Not.

'Bullshit, how about I tell you what your name is? Huh?'

I couldn't help but roll my eyes, 'Oh please delight me with your little story, there's nothing you know about me.'

This time the pig cop smirked at me ' Oh, I know a lot about you, how bout I show you how much? Your full name Charlie Jack O'Hare...wow...seems your parents couldn't decide what you were.'

I glared at him ferociously, 'You shut your piehole.'

'Touched a nerve have I'. In the situation I was in all I could do was stare at him and hope he had a minor accident. Oh how I wanted to hurt him. Then he continued, '25 years old, with one brother Steven and parents Michelle and Jason. But this is the part that really interests me.' He got of his chair and sat on the table. 'Seems from when you turned 18, no record of you exists – not even a parking fine..So what you been doing.'

'Oh, I've been doin a lotta things,' I leaned over close to his face. 'I'm a totally wild chick,' I winked at him.

It was his turn to glare at me then, 'Maybe you can tell me what the hell you were doing in a room with pictures plastering the wall of missing persons. Huh. What did you do? And all that satanic crap?'

I didn't answer and at that moment another man entered the room 'We got a 911, shots fired over at Whiteford Road.' The fat dude looked at me and asked if I needed anything.

'Nope'

He then walked out and left me there while I bent my head down and pulled a clip out of my hair. I had just about finished when I heard a rapping at the window behind me. I looked round and saw Dean. He stood there grinning and waving for me to hurry up. I finished picking the lock, got up and ran to the window opening it. I grinned at him, he took my hand and we both jumped down the fire escape.

Walking to a nearby payphone I could see something in Deans hand. 'Hey, what is that?' Dean held it up, 'None other than Dad's journal. Cops found it, which meant he left it there specifically for us. I tell you one thing, dads long gone and he left co-ordinates.' We got into a booth and Dean called Sam.

'Fake 911 phone call Sammy? I don't know, that's pretty illegal.' So that's how we got out. Ha, clever thinking Sammy. I kept a look out just incase any cops happened to go past. I should have paid more attention to the conversation because suddenly Dean was yelling Sam's name down the phone. 'What's wrong?'

'Somethings wrong!' We rushed out and ran to a nearby parking lot to swipe a car. No time to waste. Sam was in serious danger.

We raced down the road but I had no clue where to. 'Dean where the hell are we going?'

'On the phone Sam said she's buried behind her old house.'

'You know where that is, right.'

'Yeah.'

'Well step on it. Who knows what's happening right now.'

As we turned down the round to the back of the house, I could barely make out the Impala in the dark. But I could see Sam sitting on the seat with his face scrunched up in pain. Dean and I jumped out, ran to the trunk of the car and pulled our shotguns out. Dean ran up to the driver window and shot through the glass,catching the ghost of Constance, who by the way was totally fugly right now and before I had a chance to ask Sam if he was ok, he put his foot on the peddle and raced straight through the wall of the house. I froze in horror before I ran after him.

'Sam, Sam! you okay?' Dean asked frantically. I grabbed his face and started looking him over. 'Are you stupid, you could've killed yourself.' I was so mad. 'Can you move?' 'Yeah.'

We helped Sam out and as soon as we stepped in front of the car, Constance AKA Woman in White got the big old dresser and threw it across the room to pin Sam and Dean against the car. Luckily I was out of the way but then she caught me and threw me against the wall. 'CJ' I vaguely heard Dean shout before I briefly passed out. I woke up straight after and I saw two children standing at the top of the stairs. They were her children.

'You've come home to us mommy.' We all watched as they suddenly appeared behind Constance and grabbed her. She started screaming loudly and then they melted into the ground leaving a puddle behind. The force must have left the boys as they pulled the dresser off. I got up and walked over to them, 'You guys okay'

Dean looked at me, 'Yeah, what bout you.' I lifted my hand up to the back of my head. 'Yeah, just a bump.'

'So this is where she drowned her kids.'

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

'You found her weak spot. Nice work Sammy.'

Sam started to 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. I'll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car, I'll kill you.'

Sam and I looked at each other and rolled our eyes. What did I say, OCD freak.

Soon we were travelling down the road to our next destination. Sam's apartment, but i'm guessing Dean was really not wanting to get there cause it met Sam was gonna leave us again. 'Okay here's where dad went. It's called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado.'

'Sounds charming. How far?'

'About 600 miles.' Sam answered.

Dean looked at him then back onto the road, 'If we shag ass we can make it by morning.'

'Dean, um…' At this point I was looking out the window. I loved Sam but I really missed him. I mean would it kill him just to spend some more time with us. Though I guess he really needed to be back in time for his interview.

'You're not going.'

'The interview's in 10 hours, I gotta be there.'

Dean nodded. 'Yeah. Yeah, whatever. I'll take you home.' I reached over and rubbed his shoulder. Discreetly of course.

We pulled up outside his apartment and Sam climbed out and grabbed his bags from the trunk. He looked over at us 'You'll call me if you find him?' Again Dean nodded.

'Maybe I can meet up with you later, huh?'

'Yeah, all right.'

I crawled over the seat to reach over through Dean's window, 'Hey Sammy don't be a stranger. I miss you.'

'I won't, I promise I'll call you.'

'Sam. You know we made a hell of a team back there.'

'Yeah.'

Then we drove away. I looked over at Dean and sighed then looked towards the road. Suddenly this feeling went through, like cold dread. The radio, which had been playing softly started to go all static and I knew something was wrong. 'Dean.' He swung the car round and we were heading back where we had just left. Dean pulled the car to a stop and told me to wait and at this point I wasn't going to question his order; something was seriously wrong.

Smoke was billowing through the windows and I was desperately standing outside not knowing who was alive or what was happening. This has to be one of the most scariest times of my life. Figures came out through the smoke and I spotted Dean dragging Sam who was hysterical. They were alone. That was when I knew Jessica, the love of Sam's life, was gone. I ran over to them and helped pull Sam who was frantically clawing at Dean to get back in.

Minutes later, fire engines had arrived and were putting the fire out. Sam was over by the Impala loading a rifle. Dean and I walked over, we all looked at each other and Sam put the rifle in the trunk.

'We got work to do.' He shut the trunk down. Damn right we had work to do.

That son of a bitch was going down.

Sorry about the long wait. I have just been having some personal problems and I just enrolled in college, so I have had a lot on my mind. Hopefully the next one will be up soon. I also, during the break from this story, posting some new one-shots. Check out my profile for more info.

BTW have you seen all the new promos for the new season. I am soooooo excited, although because i like in , I am only as far as episode 13 of Season 6 but I will soon catch up.

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