A/N: Here's the next chapter! Next one will wrap up the pilot.
Enjoy!
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As soon as Dean went into the bathroom to freshen up, Sam took out his phone and began fiddling with it. I watched as he paced back and forth, and eventually set down on the side of the bed, holding the phone up to his ear. "Whatcha doin?" I questioned, and he turned around to glance at me. "Listening to the voice mail Jess left me." "Is she okay?" I asked shyly. I still didn't really know the girl, but she seemed sweet so I was hoping everything was okay.
"Yeah, she's fine," Sam said distracted. "She's just checking in with me.." he trailed off, and I nodded to myself.
Dean came out of the bathroom about twenty minutes later, and I looked up at him from my upside down position. I'd gotten bored pretty quickly so I was hanging upside down off the side of the bed, trying to count how long it took my head to start hurting from the blood rushing to my brain.
"Dude I'm starving," Dean commented, walking over to the bed closest to the door and grabbing his jacket. He'd slung it there earlier when we came in. "Im gonna go down the road to that little diner down the street and grab somethin."
"Can I go?" I asked, flipping my body from the bed on to the floor. Dean barely blinked at my weird behavior, plenty used to it by now. "Nah, you stay here." He glanced over at the clock on the wall. "It's about time for you to take a shower anyway." "I just took one though!" I argued. "Two days ago doesn't count," he countered, rolling his eyes. "I won't be gone long. I'll bring food back so you can eat and then take one," he offered, and I conceded, nodding my agreement.
Dean looked over towards Sam. "You want anything?" "No, I'm good," Sam replied, looking up at his brother. "You sure? Aframian's buying," Dean continued, wiggling his eyebrows. "Mm-mm," Sam repeated, shaking his head, still fiddling with his device.
"I'll be back soon," he stated, and I called out to him as he opened the door. "Love you!" "You too!" he yelled back.
Dean began his walk down to the diner, shrugging on his jacket the rest of the way. He began humming Metallica to himself, and out of habit, checked his surroundings. He stopped when he noticed the police officers from earlier speaking with the hotel desk clerk. Suddenly, the clerk pointed at Dean. "Shit," Dean cursed, quickly turning his body away from the group and pulling out his cell phone.
"So come home soon, okay?" Jess said in the voicemail. "I love you." Just then, Sam's phone beeped, and he looked down to see an incoming call from Dean. "What?" he answered. "Dude, five-oh, take off," Dean commanded, watching as the officers approached him. Sam suddenly stood up from his position on the bed, and I sat up, alarmed. "Sam?.."
"What about you?" Sam questioned, and I stood up to walk beside Sam, looking up at him worryingly. "They, uh, sort of spotted me already. Take Addy and find dad." Dean hung up the phone and grinned at the deputies. "Problem, officer?"
"Where's your partner?" they questioned. "Partner? What partner?" Dean countered.
Meanwhile, Sam was coaxing a very nervous Addy out of a window. "Jump honey," he shouted/loudly whispered. "I'll catch you I promise." I gulped and nodded; I hated heights. I put my left leg on the window sill and followed up with the other one until I was sitting on the sill. I looked down at Sam from where he was nodding up at me encouragingly with both hands out, ready to catch me. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and jumped off of the window. I was free falling for a split second before large, warm hands caught me. "Gotcha," Sam said, and gently placed me on the ground. He grabbed my hand and began quickly pulling me along.
"Where are we going?" I asked, almost tripping to keep up with my giant of a brother. He slowed down when he noticed I was having too much trouble keeping up, and his hand tightened around mine. "We need to go talk to Joseph Welch. And get Dean out of jail," he said under his breath. "What?" I shouted a little too loudly, and he threw me a warning look.
Later on, we'd jumped in Baby and made our way to Mr. Welch's place. "Mr. Welch, did you ever hear of a woman in white?" Sam questioned the man. Joseph turned back towards us from where he'd been walking back to his house. "A what?"
"A woman in white. Or sometimes weeping women?" Sam confirmed. Joseph just looked at Sam, squinting in confusion. Sam elaborated, "It's a ghost story. Well, it's more of a phenomenon really." Sam took a step towards the man. "Um, they're spirits. They've been sighted for hundreds of years, dozens of places; Hawaii, Mexico, lately Arizona, Indiana. All different women." Sam stopped when he got right in front of Mr. Welch. "You understand. Different women, but they all have the same story."
"Boy, I don't care for such nonsense," Mr. Welch spit out, and began walking away. Sam followed. I simply watched the two, curious as to what my brother was doing. "See," Sam started, "When they were alive, their husbands were all unfaithful to them." Joseph stopped. "And these women, basically suffering from temporary insanity, murdered their children." Joseph turned around, and I winced when I saw the deep glare he was giving Sam. Sam continued though, not affected. "Once they realized what they had done, they took their own lives. So now the spirits are cursed, walking back roads, waterways. And if they find an unfaithful man, they kill him. The man is never seen again."
"Boy what are you tryin to say?" Joseph snarled out. "You think…you think this has something to do with Constance you asshole?!" "You tell me," Sam said calmly. "I mean," the man began, "maybe..maybe I made some mistakes. But no matter what I did, Constance, she never would've killed her own children," he denied. "Now you two get the hell outta here! And you don't come back!" he finished, and for a second I watched as his face shook from either anger or grief, or both.
"You don't think you were too hard on Mr. Welch?" I asked Sam. We were back in the car; we left Mr. Welch's house about five minutes ago. "What do you mean?" Sam questioned, looking away from the road to glance at me. "I dunno.." I shrugged, looking out the window. "I just don't think he's a bad person. He cheated on his wife but I don't think he deserves to be alone for the rest of his life…" I trailed off, and it was quiet for a bit before Sam spoke up again. "We still have to get Dean out of jail.." "I'll do it," I offered. "What?" Sam questioned, surprised. "What are you gonna do?"
"Watch and learn Samuel," I said cockily, and Sam rolled his eyes and mumbled something about spending too much time with Dean. I ignored him and dialed the number. "911 what's your emergency?" the woman on the other end spoke, and I phased into my actress mode. "Help!" I cried out, and Sam glanced down at me, shocked for a second. "Help me please! I..I don't.." "Calm down, sweetheart," the dispatcher said calmly, and for a second I felt bad for tricking her. "What's going on?" "I..I heard shots.." I stammered out. "I'm in my house alone and my dad was supposed to be here but he's not.." I gulped out, and real fear hit me for a second. Dean always said to throw a little truth into the lie so it seemed more convincing.
"You heard shots?" the dispatcher repeated. "Uh huh.." I nodded, even though she couldn't see me. "Okay sweetie, I need you to lock the door and stay away from any windows. Lock yourself in a bathroom until I can send some help for you. Do you know your address?" I spouted off a random address and hung up.
"Woah," Sam said, and I looked up at him, grinning. "That was..impressive." "Dean taught me," I said, still grinning. He smiled down at me. "You're a natural little actress," he chuckled, and I beamed at the compliment. Just then, Sam's phone rang. "Hello?" "Fake 911 phone call?" Dean's voice said on the other line. "Sammy, I don't know, that's pretty illegal." "Is that Dean?" I said, excited. Sam nodded. "Put him on speaker!"
"Don't look at me," Sam said after pressing the speaker button. He held the phone in between he and I. "That was all our baby sister." "Seriously?" Dean said, and Sam rolled his eyes at how pleased he sounded. "I did really good Dean!" I cut in, still pumped about my performance. "That's my girl!" he said proudly, and I could hear his grin through the phone.
"Listen, we gotta talk," he continued. "Tell me about it," Sam cut in. "So the husband was unfaithful. We're dealing with a woman in white. She's buried behind her old house, so that should've been dad's next stop." "Sammy, would you shut up for a second?" Dean said.
"I just can't figure out why Dad hasn't destroyed the corpse yet," Sam continued to muse. "Well that's what I'm trying to tell you," Dean said, "Dad left. He's not in Jericho." "What?" I said, upset. "Where is he Dean? Why did he leave?"
"How do you know?" Sam questioned as well. "I've got his journal," Dean answered. "He doesn't go anywhere without that thing," Sam said, and I nodded in agreement. I got in really big trouble one time when I was younger for going through it without permission. "Yeah, well, he did this time," Dean said. "What's it say?"
"Same old ex-Marine crap," Dean answered, "when he wants to let us know where he's going." "Coordinates. Where to?" Sam asked. "I'm not sure yet." "Why would dad just skip out on a job?" I asked suddenly. "I don't know, baby.." Dean answered softly. He could tell I was upset. "Dean what the hell is going on?" Sam asked, just as confused.
"I don't…" Dean began, but suddenly, he heard his sister scream, "Sam look out!"
I looked up from the phone and gasped when I saw a woman just standing in the middle of the road. We were heading straight for her! "Sam looked out!" Sam cursed and slammed on the breaks. I didn't have my seat belt on from when we had left Mr. Welch's, and my head painfully slammed into the dash in front of me when Sam slammed on the breaks.
Sam wasn't able to stop the car soon enough, and when Addy shouted, he looked up and gasped seeing Constance standing in the road. The car flew right threw her and jolted at the abrupt stop it was forced to make. Brother and sister breathed together heavily. "Addy," Sam started, turning to me. I was still hunched over from where I'd hit the dash. "Adaline, look at me," Sam ordered, concerned, and I groaned, turning towards him.
He winced when he saw my forehead, and I went to reach my hand up, alarmed at his expression. "No honey don't touch it," he said, grabbing my hand. "You're fine; it's just bleeding a bit." "Sam?! Sammy?!" Sam had dropped the phone in the excitement, and Dean was still on, freaking out. "Sam answer me! Adaline?!" I shook my head a bit and tried looking for the phone, following Dean's voice. I turned around a bit in my seat, and froze in fear when Constance suddenly appeared in the back seat. "Take me home," she said creepily. "Sa…Sam." "Turn around and put your seatbelt on, Adaline," Sam ordered in big brother mode. I was still frozen in shock though, and suddenly felt large hands forcefully turning my body around to where I was facing forward again.
"Put your seatbelt on," he repeated, and I nodded, slowly reaching for my belt. There's a ghost in the back seat..there's a ghost in the back seat.. "Take me home!" Constance shouted. "No," Sam denied, and Constance glared. The inside of the car suddenly got a lot chillier, and I gasped when the locks slammed down. Sam tried in vain to reopen them. The car was suddenly speeding forward as the gas pedal pressed down on its own. Sam tried to steer, but Constance was in complete control. I held on to the belt as tightly as I could. I wanted to close my eyes, but I was completely frozen again. Sam continued to try and open the door, and Constance flickered in the back seat.
The car pulled up in front of a house and came to a stop. The engine and lights shut off as well, and I breathed a short sigh of relief. "Don't do this," Sam warned, and Constance flickered again. "I can never go home," she said, voice sad. "You're scared to go home," Sam confirmed. Sam looked back through the rear view mirror and noticed that the ghost wasn't there anymore. I reeled back in shock when the ghost woman suddenly appeared in Sam's lap. She shoved him so hard against the seat that the seat reclined backwards. "Hold me, I'm so cold," she whispered, and Sam struggled against her. "You can't kill me," Sam gritted out. "I'm not unfaithful. I never have been!"
"Sam!" I shouted, terrified. I couldn't do anything! Constance began kissing Sam and his struggles increased. She disappeared for a second, and then Sam was yelling out in pain. He yanked his hoodie open and I gasped when I saw five holes burned into his shirt. Constance flickered into sight again and shoved her arm through Sam's chest. "Sam!" I shouted again, and suddenly, a gunshot shattered the window, startling the ghost and causing her to disappear. I looked over and watched as Dean approached the car, cocking the gun back as he did so. "Dean!"
Dean continued firing at Constance as she reappeared and disappeared constantly. "Sam, take her home," I said, realization slamming into me. "What?" "She's scared to go home!" I shouted. "Take her home!"
Constance reappeared again, and this time, Sam was ready. Sam sat up and re started the car. "Get down," he ordered me, and I readied myself. "I'm taking you home!" Sam shouted, and rammed his foot down on the gas. Dean stared as his car busted into the abandoned home, rubble and debris slamming down on to the vehicle. Heart in his throat, he hurried through the wreckage.
I coughed continuously, dust debris clogging my throat. My head had slammed against the dash again and my ears were buzzing a little bit now. "..line? Addy? Adaline!" someone shouted, and my door was opened. Dean was in my face then, hands on my cheeks, forcing me to look at him. "Baby? Hey are you okay? Adaline!"
" M' fine, Dean," I said softly, shaking my head. "Check on Sam," I said, and Dean ignored me, dragging me out of the car. He made sure I wasn't going to fall over before running towards the driver's side. "Sam? You okay?" he yelled. "I think.."
"Can you move?" "Yeah. Help me?" Dean leaned through the window to help Sam out of the car. Constance flickered into sight again, and I watched as she picked up a broken photo frame and examined it. "There you go," Dean said, slamming the door shut. The two of them began walking towards their sister. Dean glanced up and noticed that Constance had appeared again, and she was glaring at them. She threw the photo frame down, and suddenly, a large desk was zooming towards the three of them.
Dean lunged towards his sister and shoved her out of the way just in time for the desk to pin the brothers against the car. They pushed as hard as they could, but it wasn't moving. The lights in the house flickered, and I picked my body up halfway from where Dean had pushed me to the ground, watching as Constance began looking around. She almost looked afraid?
I watched in fascination as water began pouring down from the stairs, and Constance walked closer to the staircase, looking up at something. At the top of the stairs are the boy and girl from the photograph. "Her children.." I whispered. The kids held hands and spoke in chorus with each other. "You've come home to us mommy." I shivered; freaking creepy.
Suddenly, the two children were behind Constance, wrapping their arms around her. I jumped back a bit, startled. Constance began screaming loudly, her image flickering over and over again. In a surge of energy, still screaming, Constance and her children melted into a puddle in the floor. There was silence in the house for a second. Slowly, I picked my body up and made my way over to the puddle, curiosity consuming me. I heard the screech of the desk as my brothers shoved it away from them, and then Dean was gently grabbing my forearm. "I would rather you not get to close to that," he said, and I nodded, in no mood to argue with him.
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A/N: Next chapter will be out soon! Review if you want!