Chapter 4 – Woman in White
Once they got to the bridge Sam and Dean walked to the edge of the bridge. Kate raised an eyebrow and followed them.
"So this is where the chick took the swan dive?" Kate asked as she looked down. Dean nodded, "Yep, so maybe Dad's been here." Kate thought for a minute, "Possibly. He's chasing this case and we're chasing him."
"Okay, so now what do we do?" Sam asked, looking up from the water, eyes darting between Kate and Dean. Kate starts to walk alongside Dean, who is still looking around. Sam follows them, "Well, we keep looking around. Ask the locals. Whatever it takes to find Dad."
Sam stops walking, "Guys, you know I have the interview on—"
Dean turns around, "– Monday, yeah. I know. You're serious about this aren't you? Become a lawyer, marry Jess, have kids and live in a small house with a white picket fence and stuff like that."
Sam sighs and shrugs, "Maybe, I don't know." Kate bites her lip, "What about Jess? Does she know about the hunts and how the monsters under the bed are real?"
Sam frowns, he squints his eyes a bit; he steps closer to the two. "No, she doesn't. And she never is."
Dean chuffs, "Ha, that's healthy." He throws his arms up, "Pretend all you want, Sammy. But soon you're gonna have to face who you really are. And that's one of us. A hunter."
Sam glares at Dean and moves closer to him, "I am not like one of you two. This is not going to be my life." Kate swallows the saliva in her mouth as her eyes look up at Sam. "Sammy, you have a responsibility to withhold though…"
"A responsibility? To who? Dad and his crusade? Without pictures I wouldn't know what Mom used to look like, same for you Kate. And plus, what's the difference? Mom's gone. And she's never going to come back." Dean glares back at Sam and pushes him against the bridge by the collar.
"Don't you dare talk about her like that." He glares at Sam for a few more seconds, until Kate nudges at them both. "Guys, we'll fight later. But is that the Constance chick you two were on about?"
She points at a pale white woman in a white dress standing on the edge of the bridge. Dean and Sam turn around and nod slowly. Constance turns to look at them before falling into the water. The three run over to the other side of the bridge and look over the railing. There's nothing there.
"What the hell? Where'd she go?" Kate asked, searching beneath them. "I have no clue," replied Dean as he pulled away from the railing and turned round to see the Impala's headlights on and engine roaring. The other two turned around and noticed the same thing.
"Uh, Dean. Who's driving your car?" Sam slowly asked, as Dean pulled out his car keys and jingled them, still staring at the car. Kate and Sam glanced at the car keys. The car jolted into motion and starts driving straight for them.
"Oh, for fuck's sake!" Kate yelled as she began to run away from the car, Sam and Dean moving slightly faster and passing her. Kate whips her head round to look at the car. "We'll never outrun the damn thing!" she shouts out to them.
Sam and Dean hear her and throw themselves over the railing, Kate copying them and grabbing onto the side where she saw Sam sitting. Sam pulled her up next to him, as they heard the engine of the Impala come to a halt.
"Where the hell is Dean?" Kate said, whipping her hair out of her eyes. Sam shrugged, "Dunno, he must be in the water or something." They both scanned the water until Sam saw something moving on the side of the water bank.
Of course, that something was Dean. A very filthy Dean however. He was covered in mud and was soaking. "You okay?" Sam shouted to him. Dean held up one hand in the A-OK sign. "I'm fantastic." He exclaimed as he stood up. "You certainly look very fabulous, Deany." Called Kate from above. She earned a glare and Dean's middle finger.
Sam and Kate laughs at the state of him, both relieved and pull themselves up. Once up, Sam looks inside the car while Kate looks inside the hood of it. "Everything looks fine inside," Sam says, an eyebrow raised in suspicion. "Looks fine here as well." Kate mutters.
She shuts the hood lid and Sam and her lean against it, just as Dean comes back from underneath the bridge and leans on his beloved car as well. The two both shuffle away from the muddy brother, who after a few seconds loudly shouts "That Constance is a bitch!"
"She really doesn't want us digging around does she?" Sam sighed, "So where do we go from here, Einstein?" Dean growls under his breath in frustration as he flings his arms up and flicks the mud from his hands.
Kate wrinkles her nose and moves away from Dean again. "God, Dean. You need a shower, you smell like shit." Dean shoots a glare at her and looks down as Sam laughs at the reaction. Kate looks up at the sky, "It's becoming morning, let's go check into the motel." Dean groggily gets into the Impala as the other two do the same, and drives to the motel.
When they get there Dean sloppily throws down the Hector Aframian Versa Bank MasterCard down on the check-in desk. "One room please." The clerk at the desk frowns at the state of Dean, who is still covered in dried up mud.
"You guys having a reunion or something?" When he notices the questioning looks he sighs and carries on, "There was another Aframian, Burt his name was or something. Bought out a room for a month."
Kate shares a look with her brothers, before turning back to the clerk. "Yep, that's right. What room did he get?" The clerk tells them the room number and Kate nods a thank you and the three head to their Dad's motel room.
When they got to the room, Sam takes out some picks that he had in his pocket and picks the lock with ease. The door swings open and he steps inside, pulling in Dean and Kate who were playing lookout.
Dean stumbles back but catches himself, unlike Kate who falls to the ground and stands up rubbing her ass. "Ow, dammit. Give me some warning before you drag me in." Sam doesn't answer as he looks around the four walls which were covered in an assortment of things. Maps, newspaper clippings, pictures, notes. There were books on the desks and junk on the floor.
"Whoa. Dad sure went to town with this case." Kate breathes as she flicks the light on. She steps closer to some of the notes on the wall while Dean moves over to the half-eaten hamburger that was on the bedside table. He takes a whiff and recoils in distaste, his nose wrinkles up. "He hasn't been here for a few days at the very least."
Sam kneels down next to a line of salt and fingers it, looking up at Dean and Kate. "There's salt, cats-eye shells and other things to keep something out." Kate eyes a newspaper clipping that's next to the notes. Dean nods his head towards the newspaper, "What have you got there, Kate?"
Kate frowns in suspicion, "Centennial Highway victims, all of them." She sighs as she reads the paper, "I don't get it. Different men, different jobs, ages, ethnicities. There should be a connection, right? What do these men have in common?" As Kate was speaking Sam moved over to the papers on the other walls.
On the walls there are various things about a Bell Witch, two people burned alive, a skeletal person blowing a horn at several frightened people with the note 'Mortis Danse'. There's a column about devils and demons, another about sirens, witches and the possessed. There's also a wooden pentacle and a note that says 'Woman in White' above a printout of the Jericho Herald article on Constance's death.
Sam chuckles, "Dad figured it out." Kate and Dean turn to look, "What'd you mean?" Dean asked him as Sam points at the article. "Ohh, she's a woman in white, makes sense. So the connection was that all the men were unfaithful asses?"
Sam nodded, "Yeah, I guess. If Dad figured it out, he must've burnt the corpse and destroyed it." He frowned, that didn't add up. The deaths were still going on. "So she must have another weakness." Dean spoke up. "And Dad would make sure. He would have dug up the body. Does it say where she's buried?"
Sam shakes his head, "Not that I can see." Kate walks over to Sam and taps the picture of Constance's husband. "Dad would ask her husband. If he's still alive though."
Dean nods, "Alright, you two search for an address." He looks down at himself. "I'll, uh, get washed." He turns and starts to walk to the bathroom, as Kate pulls out Sam's laptop to Google Joseph Welch's address.
Sam nods, keeping quiet but then quickly says, "Dean, Kate, I'm really sorry about what I said about Mom and Dad." Kate puts the laptop to the side and chuckles, "No chick flick moments, Sammy." Dean rolls his eyes, "No need to say sorry."
Sam laughs and nods, "Alright then. Jerks."
"Bitch."
"Dumbass."
Sam laughs again as Dean vanishes to the bathroom and Kate picks up the laptop again, not noticing as Sam picks up a picture next to the mirror. His smile vanishes and he looks closer. It's a picture of John on the hood of the Impala with a young Dean next to him and a younger Sam and Kate on John's knees. Sam's smiles sadly at the picture and puts it in his pocket for safe keeping.
