Hello everyone! I'm back with another chapter of my story! It has been a while since I've written anything, but I'm back! I've had to re-think some things on this story when it pertains to future events, but I have added a lot of new things I think you guys will appreciate me doing in the future. We'll get to those when we get to those though. Alright on with the chapter!

Pilot Episode: Part 3

"Hey, Kate would you like a room to yourself…or would you mind staying with us? If you stay with us, you will either have to share a bed or take the couch if there is one." Dean asked as we pulled up into the hotel parking lot.

"If you don't mind, I would like a room to myself." I just met these guys. I don't want to jump the gun just yet.

"No, of course not sweetheart." We got out of the Impala and went into the lobby. "Two rooms, please." Dean says giving the credit card to the man at the desk.

"You guys having a reunion or something?" The man asked. The guys looked confused. I knew what the man was talking about of course.

"Oh, yes that's our Uncle Burt. We had some family invite us up. He told us to come by his room when we got here, but he never told us what room number he was in. Could you point us the way?" I asked sweetly.

"Room 109 and 110 are your rooms." He said handing me the keys. "Your uncle is staying in 100." We grabbed our bags and headed to our rooms.

"We'll knock on your door in a bit." Sam said. I nodded and headed into my room. It wasn't terrible, but I'm going to have to get used to the whole living in a hotel room life. At least till we get to go to the Bunker. That's such a long ways away though. I set my bag down and started unpacking some things. After a while Sam knocked on the door.

"So what are we going to do?" I asked as we headed down the hallway.

"We're going into our dad's room. Dean's already down there pick-locking the door." We got to John's room, which was open. We walked in to see Dean looking at everything their dad had in the room. There was something on every possible surface. I stepped around the mysterious substance that was on the floor to look at the stuff that was on the walls.

"Whoa." Sam said. Dean turned on the lamp by the bed. He picked up the half-eaten burger that was also sitting there.

"Please tell me you're not going to eat that." I said looking disgusted. He sniffed it and put it back down.

"I don't think he's been here for a couple days at least." Sam was inspecting the salt on the floor.

"Salt, cats-eye shells…he was worried. Trying to keep something from coming in." Dean joined me by the wall.

"What have you got here?" Sam asked also joining us.

"Centennial Highway victims." I said. Sam nodded.

"I don't get it. I mean, different men, different jobs-" Sam crossed the room. "-ages, ethnicities. There's always a connection, right? What do these guys have in common?" Sam started looking at the papers taped to the other walls. He also turned on another lamp.

"Dad figured it out." I went over to Sam while Dean just stayed over by the wall we were looking at.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked.

"He found the same article we did. Constance Welch. She's a woman in white." Dean then took a closer look at the photos of the victims.

"You sly dogs." Dean then turned back to us. "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." I said.

"Well, Dad would want to make sure." Dean came over to us. "He'd dig her up. Does it say where she's buried?"

"No, not that I can tell. If I were Dad, though, I'd go ask her husband." I looked at his photo and noticed he was just thirty. I knew he was alive though from the show. "If he's still alive." I really wanted to tell them everything, but I knew I couldn't because that could seriously mess some things up.

"All right. You and Kate go see if you can find an address. I'm gonna get cleaned up." Dean says as he turns to go back to their room. Sam turns towards him.

"Hey, Dean?" Dean turned around to face him. "What I said earlier, about Mom and Dad, I'm sorry." I silently awwwwed to myself. I love their cute brother moments, but then Dean held up a hand.

"No chick-flick moments." Me and Sam both laughed.

"All right, Jerk." I got really giddy inside.

"Bitch."

"Okay, you two. Dean, please go take a shower before your stench sets the fire alarm off." I said walking over to Sam. Sam laughed and gave me a high-five.

"Yeah, you're laughing now, but just you wait, Kate." He said going back to their room. Sam then noticed something and stopped smiling.

"What is it Sam?" I asked as he walked over to look at something. There was a rosary in front of the mirror and there was also a photo of John sitting on the hood of the Impala next to Dean with Sam on his lap. Sam took the photo off the mirror and smiled sadly. I went over and placed a hand on his shoulder. "We're going to find him, Sam. I promise." He just nodded and headed out. I followed suit. We started researching, but nothing came up. Dean walked out of the bathroom clean and smelling great.

"I'm going to go get food. You guys want some?" Dean asked.

"Yeah can you get me my usual?" He nodded.

"Yeah, sure sweetheart. Sam, do you want something?" He was listening to his voicemails from Jess. He shook his head.

"You sure? Afraim's is buying." Sam didn't respond. "Okay, I'll be back." He headed out. Just after he left, Sam's phone rang. Sam stood up quickly.

"What about you?" Sam hung up the phone and turned to me. "Come on, we have to go." He grabbed the keys to the impala, and we hurried out.

"Where are we going?" I asked as we pulled out of the parking lot.

"We're going to see Joseph Welch to see if we can find anything." After a while, we pulled up to a house that looks like its falling apart. We go up to the door and knock. A man, who I presume is Joseph, opens the door.

"Hi, are you Joseph Welch?" Sam asks.

"Yeah." He said. He walked outside, and we started walking down the driveway that was filled with junk.

"Sir, I was wondering if this man came to talk to you." I said as I handed him the picture of John.

"Yeah, he was older, but that's him." Joseph handed the picture back to me. "He came three or four days ago. Said he was a reporter."

"That's right. We're working on a story together." Sam said.

"Well, I don't know what the kill kinda story you're working on. The questions he asked me…"

"About your wife Constance?"

"He asked me where she was buried."

"And where is that again?" I asked pulling out my notebook I had gotten.

"What, I gotta go through this twice?"

"I'm sorry sir. We're just fact-checking." I said.

"In a plot. Behind my old place over on Breckenridge."

"And why did you move?" Sam asked.

"I'm not gonna live in the house where my children died."

"It must have been so hard on you Joseph." I said sincerely. Sam suddenly stopped walking, and me and Joseph did too.

"Mr. Welch, did you ever marry again?"

"No way. Constance, she was the love of my life. Prettiest woman I ever known."

"So you had a happy marriage?" Joseph hesitated. That's when I caught on to what Sam was doing

"Definitely."

"Well, that should do it. Thanks for your time." Sam said. We shook hands with Joseph and turned back to the Impala. Sam waited a moment, and then turned back to Joseph. "Mr. Welch, did you ever hear of a woman in white?" Joseph turned back to us.

"A what?"

"A woman in white or sometimes weeping woman?" Joseph says nothing. "Its a ghost story. Well, its more of a phenomenon, really." Sam starts walking back towards Joseph. I just stayed where I was. "Um, they're spirits. They've been sighted for hundreds of years, dozens of places, in Hawaii, Mexico, lately in Arizona, Indiana. All these are different women. Sam stopped right in front of Joseph. "You understand. But all share the same story."

"Boy, I don't care much for nonsense." Joseph started walking away, but Sam followed.

"See, when they were alive, their husbands were unfaithful to them." That caught Joseph's attention because he stopped. "And these women, basically suffering from temporary insanity, murdered their children." Joseph turned around. "Then once they realized what they had done, they took their own lives. So now their spirits are cursed, walking back roads, waterways, and if they find an unfaithful man, they kill him. That man is never seen again."

"You think…you thin that has something to do with…Constance? You smartass!"

"You tell me."

"I mean, maybe…maybe I made some mistakes, but no matter what I did, Constance, she never would have killed her own children. Now, you get the hell out of here, and you don't come back!" Joseph look visibly upset. After a moment, he turned away. Sam sighed and joined me back at the Impala.

"Alright, so the old house?" Sam nodded and drove us off. It was nighttime by the time we got to the bridge. All of a sudden, his phone started ringing. He pulled it out and answered it. He talked to who I guess is probably Dean. We got onto the bridge, when I noticed Constance in front of us.

"Sam!" He looked and saw her as well and slammed on the brakes. We go right through her as the Impala stops. I could hear Dean yelling through the phone. Me and Sam were breathing hard. That's when we noticed Constance in the back seat.

"Take me home." She said. "Take me home!" She yelled more forcefully.

"No!" Sam yelled. Constance glared. All of the sudden my door flew open, and I was pushed out by an unknown force. "Kate!" I heard Sam yell as my door had shut. All of a sudden the car started to go off. I could see Sam struggling as the car went by. I got up and started hobbling over to where the car was going. The fall hurt my ankle. I got to the house as Sam rammed the car into the house. That was when I saw Dean. He hurried over to the passenger side of the car.

"Sam! Sam! You okay?" He asked.

"I think…" Sam said.

"Can you move?"

"Yeah. Help me?" Dean helped Sam out of the car. I finally made it over to them just in time to see Constance pick up a photograph of her and her children.

"There you go." Dean closed the door. At that time, Constance looked up and glared at us. She threw the picture down. A dresser came flying and pinned Sam and Dean against the car. The lights started to flicker. Constance started looking terrified. Water began flowing down the staircase as two kids came towards her.

"You've come home to us, Mommy." The children say. They suddenly showed up behind her and embraced her. She screamed and the three of them melt into a puddle. The boys shoved the dresser away from them. They went over to look at the puddle.

"So this is where she drowned her kids." Sam nodded.

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

"You found her weak spot. Nice work, Sammy." He slapped Sam on the chest. Sam let out a pained laugh. "Hey, where's Kate?" Sam went rigid.

"Crap! She was shoved out of the car on the bridge!"

"I'm fine. I'm right here. I said getting over to them with my bleeding ankle. "I have a few bruises and scratches and my ankle is bleeding, but other than that, I'm good."

"You got payback for earlier." Dean said smiling.

"Shut up, Winchester."

"Make me, short fry." Sam just laughed and helped me into the Impala.

"What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak." Sam said.

"Hey, saved your ass." Dean leaned over to look at the car. "I'll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car, I'll kill you." They hopped into the car, and we headed back to Stanford. Sam was reading their Dad's journal with a map on his lap. I think he was trying to find the coordinates that were written in the journal.

"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, hesitating.

"Dean, I, um…" Dean glanced at the road and then back at Sam.

"You're not going."

"The interview's in like, ten hours. I gotta be there." Dean nodded clearly disappointed and returned his attention to the road.

"Yeah. Yeah, whatever." Dean glanced at Sam. "I'll take you home." Sam turned the flashlight off, and we drove off. I dozed off with "Highway to Hell" playing. How fitting. We finally got back to Sam's apartment.

"Call me if you find him?" Dean nodded.

"Yeah, all right." Sam patted the car door twice and turned to me. "Keep my brother in check will ya?" He asked looking down.

"I'll try, but you know Dean." He laughed and hugged me. "Good luck with the interview. You'll rock it." I said sadly, knowing what was about to happen. Sam patted the Impala and turned away.

"Sam?" He turned back. "You know, we made a hell of a team back there."

"Yeah." Sam then goes back inside.

"Alright, sweetheart, I guess we're headed to Colorado." Dean said turning on the car. I laid down in the backseat and dozed off. I woke up not too long after to find we were pulling into Stanford very fast.

"Dean, what's going on?" I asked sitting up, momentarily forgetting what is happening to Sam.

"Its Sam. We have to go back." He said quickly. We pulled up to Sam's burning apartment and jumped out of the car. Dean ran into the apartment to go after Sam. I stayed outside anxiously waiting for them. Dean and Sam came out with Dean holding a struggling Sam. Dean got him next to the Impala, and Sam fell on his knees and started crying. I got down next to him and tried to comfort him. Once Sam calmed down, he looked scary mad. He just went emotionless and stood up. I got up with him. Sam opened the trunk and loaded a shotgun. Dean looked at the trunk and then at Sam. Sam looked up, then sighs, nods, and tosses the shotgun into the trunk.

"We got work to do." Sam shut the trunk.

To be continued…

Yes! I got another chapter done! I really hope you enjoyed! Tell me what episodes you would like to see because I'm not doing every episode. I'll try to update more often! See you guys!