Looking around I notice my brothers missing and the car has stopped. Panicked I shout, "Sam! Dean!" Running over the ledge I look down only to see Sam gripping onto the ledge but, no Dean. Giving a sigh of relief I help my younger brother up before pulling him into a tight hug. "Don't fucking scare me like that again." I reprimand.

"Sorry Alex," he says before looking over the side of the bridge. "Dean?"

Walking over to look at the I feel panic again shouting over the edge, "Dean!" Movement below catches my eye as I see my eldest brother crawling out of the water, covered in mud. A light laugh of relief leaves me as I ask, "You okay down there?" After getting an A-OK sign I walk toward the car to look it over.


Standing with Dean he shut the hood of the car his face contorted with anger as he leans against the car. Walking over I lean on the hood with him, worry showing clearly as I watched my brothers talk. "Your car all right?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, whatever she did to it, seems all right now. That Constance chick, what a bitch!" Dean shouts the last part. Sighing I look up at the night sky, completely done with tonight. It's only been a day and I'm already annoyed with this job.

Sam walks over and leans on the hood next to Dean, "Well, she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure. So where's the job go from here, genius?"

Leaning over to look at Dean I catch a whiff of him and recoil saying with a slight look of disgust, "You smell like a toilet. I think it's time we got a room here." Looking over at Sam he nods his head in agreement while Dean just looks down.


By the time we reached the motel, it was day and Dean still smelled like a toilet. Waking up to the front desk Dean placed down his card saying, "One room please."

The old man picked up the card and examined it before saying, "You guys having a reunion or something?"

Confused I step forward asking, "What do you mean?"

The man looks me up and down before saying, "I had another guy, Burt Aframian. He came and bought out a room for the whole month."

My brother and I looked at each other for a moment before I walked up to the counter, making sure to sway my hips slightly, and asking in a soft voice, "Could we possibly get the key? He's our dad and forgot to give us a key to his room when we last saw him."

The man looked at my chest before looking back up at me saying, "I'm not supposed to but, since he's your dad I think I can make an exception."

As we walked to dads room Dean asked, "What the hell was that?"

Looking over I flashed an innocent look saying, "I don't know what you mean Dean."

He let out a groan of frustration though before he could say anything we had reached dad's door. Unlocking the door I opened it slowly hoping dad was inside. Though what we saw was not dad. His room had papers strewn across everything. Walking in I made sure not to touch or step on anything. "Whoa," I hear Sam say.

Nodding in agreement I walk over to one of the side tables and picked up the discarded hamburger. Taking a whiff I immediately regretted it. The smell was pungent and burned my nose. "He hasn't been here for a couple days at least," I say tossing the hamburger back onto the table.

"Salt, cats-eye shells...he was worried. Trying to keep something from coming in." Sam says poking a salt line. Again I nodded in agreement. Dad must have been very worried to have taken this many precautions. Dean walked over to look at the pictures on one of the walls while I went to the other. The wall i was looking at had articles of different creatures that might fit the bill.

"What have you got there?" Sam asks walking over to Dean.

Without looking over Dean says, "Continental Highway victims." Sam nods to this and walks over towards me looking at the articles. One, in particular, caught my eye, the article about Constance's death. "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 asks his voice holding confusion.

Above the article about Constance was a not saying 'Woman in White.' Smiling I look over at Dean saying, "Dad figured it out."

"What do you mean?" Dean asks turning to face me.

"He found the same article we did. Constance Welch. She's a woman in white." I answer.

Dean turns back around looking a the pictures and saying, "You sly dogs." Turning around to Sam and I he says, "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.

"Well, dad would want to make sure," Dean countered walking over to Sam before continuing, "He'd dig her up. Does it say where she's buried?"

Looking at the article again I reply, "No, not that I can tell. If I were Dad, though, I'd go ask her husband. If he's still alive."

Sam walks over to look at something else as Dean looks at the article saying, "All right. Why don't you, uh, see if you can find an address, I'm gonna get cleaned up."

As Dean starts to walk away Sam stops him by saying, "What I said earlier, about mom and dad, I'm sorry."

Dean holds up his hand saying, "No chick-flick moments."

Sam gives a small smile saying, "Alright, jerk."

"Bitch," Dean says as he walks into the bathroom. A smile forms on my face knowing my brothers had made up in there own way. It's nice to know they weren't stupid. Turning to Sam I notice him holding something. Walking over I see it's a picture. In the picture, me and Dean are sitting either side of dad with Sam in his lap. My smile turned sad as I remember the day that was taken. It was the day dad finally agreed to let me hunt.

"That was a nice day," I say to Sam looking up at him and wrapping an arm around him.

Wrapping an arm around my shoulders he gives me a side hug saying, "Yea. It was."


I stood outside the bathroom door glaring at it. Of course Dean's going to take forever getting clean. Just as I'm about to slam my fist on the door he walks out with a smug look. My glare turns to him as I grab my bag and head into the bathroom to change. It only takes me a few moments before I'm walking out of the bathroom in a new outfit. An off the shoulder red long sleeve crop top matched with black jeans and combat boots. "What?" I hear Sam say, looking over I see he's on the phone and not talking to me.

His face showed concern as he said, "What about you?" He closes the phone, staring at it a second before turning and grabbing everything in a hurry saying, "Come on, we need to go quick."

"What about Dean?" I ask already grabbing my things.

"Already caught," He said simply. Nodding I finished grabbing my things and followed him out the bathroom window.


I looked at the chain fence in front of us, thinking of Dean. It wasn't too often we got caught by the police and while I knew he was going to be okay I could do nothing but worry. He won't crack but still, he's my brother and as much of a pain in the ass he is I love him and knowing he's in the hands of officers is worrisome. "He's going to be fine," Sam said his voice coming from behind.

Turning to look at him I nodded, "I know. Let's go."

We walk up to the shabby house and knock on the door. An old man, presumably Joseph Welch, opens the door looking as Sam and I confused. "Hi, are you Joseph Welch?" Sam asks.

"Yea," he answers.

We now walked through Joseph's junkyard as he looks at the picture of Dad, my brothers, and I. He'd been looking at it for a few minutes which was understandable. Dad's a bit older looking now and it's probably harder to tell it's him. "Yeah, he was older, but that's him," Joseph says handing Sam the photo. I was surprised he could tell given how old that picture is. "He came by three or four days ago. Said he was a reporter." The older man continued.

Looking over to Joseph I pipe up, "That's right. We're working on a story together."

Joseph gave us a look saying, "Well, I don't know what the hell kinda story you're working on. The questions he asked me?"

This time Sam spoke, "About your wife Constance?"

Joseph gives same a puzzled look, "He asked me where she was buried."

"Where was that again?" Sam asked

The older man didn't look too happy to be asked that, "What, I gotta go through this twice?"

Mentally rolling my eyes I say, "Its fact-checking. If you don't mind." While I did understand the want to not talk about a dead loved one, reporters do fact check things. This honestly shouldn't be too surprising.

"In a plot. Behind my old place over on Breckenridge." Joseph said pausing in his step a bit.

"And why did you move?" I ask curiously.

Give an insidious look Joseph answers, "I'm not gonna live in the house where my children died."

Sam and I stop walking looking at Joseph who also stops. He gives a curious look. "Mr. Welch, did you ever marry again?" Sam asks.

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

Looking at the older man I say, "So you had a happy marriage?"

He seemed to hesitate making my eyes narrow. Glancing at Sam I wonder if ne notices. Joseph's posture seemed to change along with his attitude. It was a second before he replied with, "Definitely."

"Well, that should do it. Thanks for your time." Sam says. Turning we begin walking toward the Impala. My thoughts wander as I think of the conversation we just had. It was obvious the man was unfaithful, I mean come on the guy hesitated when we asked about his marriage. Noticing Sam stop I stop and look at him. What the hell is he thinking. "Mr. Welch, did you ever hear of a woman in white?"

The older man turns to us, "A what?"

"A woman in white. Or sometimes weeping woman?" Sam begins. My eyes turn to Mr. Welch who just stared at Sam. "It's a ghost story. Well, it's more of a phenomenon, really." Sam starts walking back to the older man but I stand still confused as to why my little brother is doing this. "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 still talking not stops in front of Joseph. "You understand. But all share the same story."

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

"See, when they were alive, their husbands were unfaithful to them." Joseph stops walking. "And these women, basically suffering from temporary insanity, murdered their children." At this the other man turns around looking at Sam with an unreadable expression. "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. And that man is never seen again."

"You think...you think that has something to do with...Constance? You smartass!" Joseph shouts the last part obviously furious about the accusation. Honestly I would be too if I did know what we know.

"You tell me," Sam says. I can't quite see his face as I'm standing behind him but I can imagine what it looks like. Calm.

"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 shouts pausing long enough for me to catch his facial expression. Fury. After a moment he turns away walking back to his house leaving us to stand in silence. Sam sighs catching my attention, which results in me just shaking my head.

What was he thinking?


We sat in silence mulling over the conversation we had with Joseph Welch and waiting for Dean to call. Not more than two minutes ago I pulled a fake 911 call to save his ass. Though waiting was becoming boring as day turns to night in our ride. Then came the ringing. Sam reaches over and pulls out his phone quickly answering it and putting it on speaker. "Fake 911 phone call? Sammy, I don't know, that's pretty illegal." Dean's voice came from over the phone.

"You're welcome," I stated smugly. Of course it would be me to save his ass. It usually is.

"Listen, we gotta talk," Dean says his voice holding an odd tone.

"Tell me about it. So the husband was unfaithful. We are dealing with a woman in white. And she's buried behind her old house, so that should have been Dad's next stop," Sam said not giving Dean time to speak. Shaking my head I lean back into my seat waiting for whatever Dean was about to day.

Dean's voice came through the phone, tone slightly angry, "Sammy, would you shut up for a second?"

"I just can't figure out why Dad hasn't destroyed the corpse yet," Sam questioned still not giving Dean time to talk.

"Well, that's what I'm trying to tell you. He's gone. Dad left Jericho," Dean finally stated. My eyes went wide at that. Dad was missing? But how does Dean know?

Voicing my thoughts I ask, "How do you know?"

"I've got his journal," Dean stated.

I looked at Sam watching the emotions play out on his face. Shock being the big one. Then again dad never went anywhere without his journal. "He doesn't go anywhere without that thing," Sam stated.

"Yeah, well, he did this time," Dean stated simply.

Sam glanced over at me before asking, "What's it say?"

"Ah, the same old ex-Marine crap, when he wants to let us know where he's going," Dean's said.

Coordinates, dad left coordinates, but where to? "Coordinates. Where to?" Sam asked, voicing my thoughts

"I'm not sure yet," Dean said making me roll my eyes. Of course he doesn't know. Not like he looks things up before he calls.

Sam looked confused, pausing before speaking again, "I don't understand. I mean, what could be so important that Dad would just skip out in the middle of a job? Dean, what the hell is going on?"

Looking out the window I wonder about dad for a second before Sam gasps and slams on the breaks. When the car finally comes to a stop I look over at Sam confused. What the hell is he doing? "Sam? Sam!" Dean was shouting into the phone now but, I could barely hear him. Looking around I try to find the source of Sam's panic. That when my eyes settled on Constance sitting in the back seat. Eyes widening MY body twists to look at the ghost as she says, "Take me home."