Heya guys :waves: So your all liking it soo far? Good Great, makes me really happy. Well here's a little bit more today! LoL, gotta love school. I'm glad I'm actually using it for something. Well, enjoy! Cuz we're almost done with Pilot!
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Dean sat in the uncomfortable chair at the police station. He was drumming his fingers on the table, thinking about Sam and Riley. Apparently they had made a clean escape, because as far as he could tell, they weren't here. The door opened and he placed his hands in his lap. An older cop came into the room. Dean had met him earlier. His name was Officer Brody and he was a mean old fart.
"So you want to give us your real name?" Brody asked, holding a cop of coffee. Dean shook his head, like he was annoyed at being asked the question over and over again.
"I told you its Nugent." He stated firmly. "Ted Nugent." The cop sighed, they were getting no where. He walked to the front of the table and stared hard at Dean.
"I'm not sure you realize just how much trouble you're in here." Brody explained. Dean leaned foreword, his hands clasped together on the table.
"We talking misdemeanor kind of trouble," Then he added with a cocky grin and a gesture with his hands. "Or uh… "squeal like a pig" kind of trouble?" The cop frowned and Dean just looked at him innocently.
"You go the faces of ten missing persons taped to the walls in one of the rooms rented out by another Mr. Aframian. Along with a whole lot of satanic mumbo jumbo." Brody explained. "Boy, you are officially a suspect." Dean frowned and glared.
"That makes sense. Cause when the first one went missing in '82, I was three." He said sarcastically. Brody stood up straighter.
"I know you got partners; one of them's an older guy. Maybe he stared the whole thing." He turned around and grabbed a box and put it on the table in front of him. "So tell me…Dean," Brody reached into the cardboard box. He pulls out a rough looking, leather bound journal. "Is this his?" Dean stared at the journal in surprise and felt a knot grow in his stomach. "I thought that might be your name. See, I leafed through this, what little I could make out. I mean, it's nine kinds of crazy." He set the journal down and leafed through it as Dean continued staring, transfixed. "But I found this, too." He stops on a page that says "Dean 35 -111". Brody's face grew dark and hard again. "Now, you're staying right here till you tell me exactly what the hell that means." The knot in his stomach grew and Dean just stared. The world had suddenly turned upside down and Sam, Riley, and him were caught in the middle.
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Sam pulled the Impala off of the dusty, dirt road. It eased along into a wide driveway. The house in front of them was made of cheep siding material and looked like it would fall apart any minute. The area around it looked more like a junkyard and an inhabitable space. Turning off the engine, Sam climbed out of the car. Riley followed him and looked around the place.
"Someone actually lives here?" She asked with a hint of disgust. Sam looked at her.
"Let's hope so." He stated and started walking to the front door. Riley looked around a little more then saw Sam leaving. She quickly jogged up to him, hands buried in her coat pockets. Sam lifted his hand and knocked on the door three times. They heard shuffling on the inside. Suddenly the door squeaked open and they were greeted by an older man. He was thin and boney. With oily hair and a scruffy face, he glared up at him. He was wearing jeans, white tank and a flannel jacket. Sam glanced at Riley quick. She shrugged and he turned back around. "Hi uh, are you Joseph Welch?"
"Yeah," The man answered in a hesitant tone.
"Well, I'm Ben and this is," He glanced at Riley. "Abigail. We are working on this story with my father. He's a reporter from up-state. He was supposed to have talked to you?" Joseph eyed them both and then nodded.
"That's right, had a reporter come by about three or four days ago." Joseph replied. "Said his name was Bert." A small smile came across Sam's face.
"Yeah, that's my father. We were wondering if we could ask you some more questions." Joseph looked them up and down, then stepped outside.
"Do you have a picture of him? Just so I know you just aren't some snoopy kids?" Sam looked panic for a second, then remember the picture of Dean, Him and his dad that he found in the hotel. Digging into this back pocket, he brought it out and unfolded it. Handing it to Joseph he looked over at Riley who raised a brow.
"Abigail?" She mouthed the question. Sam smiled bashfully and shrugged, mouthing back the words "I'm sorry." He heard Joseph clear his throat.
"Yeah, he was older, but that's him. Came by about three or four days ago like I said." Sam and Riley backed down the steps as Joseph started walking towards them. He made he way around back, Riley and Sam on either side of him. "Don't know what the hell kind of story you're working on. The questions he asked me."
"About your late wife Constance?" Riley asked, making sure. Joseph looked over at her briefly.
"He asked me where she was buried." He stated. Sam quickly jumped in.
"And where was that again?" He asked, looking down at he man.
"What, I got to go through this twice?" Joseph replied, a little agitated. Sam tried to look unoffending.
"It's fact checking," He said, then added, "if you don't mind." Riley watched as Joseph got a skeptical look on his face.
"In a plot behind my old place, over on Breckenridge." Joseph told them.
"Why did you move?" Riley asked. That's when Joseph stopped walking and turn around to face the two of them. He was starting to get a little angry and it showed.
"I'm not gonna live in the house where my children died." Riley could understand how he felt. She had run away from her house where her family had died, she never wanted to go back.
"Mr. Welch," Sam began. "Did you ever marry again?" The old man shook his head, his eyes getting a little wet.
"No way. Constance, she was the love of my life. Prettiest woman I ever known." He said, the love coming into his eyes. Riley smiled, but she knew he was hiding an ugly fact.
"So you had a happy marriage?" She asked, staring at him hard. She saw him hesitate and shift his stance.
"Definitely." He replied. Sam watched him and took this in. He then regained his professional manner.
"Well that should do it. Thanks for you time." He smiled and turned around to head back to the car. Riley stared at him questioningly but followed too. About five feet away, Sam turned back around. "Mr. Welch, you ever hear of a woman in white?" Mr. Welch looked at Sam in confusion.
"A what?" He asked. Sam and Riley started walking back towards him.
"A woman in white, or sometimes a weeping woman." Riley began to explain. Sam looked down at her, startled that she stepped up to explain. "It's a ghost story. Well it's more of a phenomenon really. Um, they're spirits. They've been sited for hundreds of years. Dozens of places; in Hawaii and Mexico. Lately in Arizona and Indiana. All these are different women, you understand. But all share the same story." Mr. Welch started to tremble and his fists balled up.
"Little lady, I don't care much for nonsense." He growled. Riley glared and Sam stepped forward and grabbed her arm. She stepped back and stood silent.
"You see, when they were alive, their husbands were unfaithful to them." Sam said, taking over. "And these women, basically suffering from temporary insanity, murdered their children. 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." Joseph was starting to lose control. Sam stepped in front of Riley to keep her safe, just in case Joseph lost control.
"You think…you think this has something to do with Constance? You smartass." He glared up at Sam, who was about a foot taller than him. With a hard stare, Sam looked back.
"You tell us." Riley called out from behind Sam. She had stepped to the side so she could at least see what was going on.
"I mean maybe," Joseph's lip was trembling and he was going red in the face from anger. "Maybe I made some mistakes, but no matter what I did, Constance would never have killed her own children." His face became bright red and he now shouted at Sam and Riley. "Now you get the HELL out of here, and you don't come back." Riley stared coldly at him as he turned away. Sam turned and looked down at her. They both started to walk back towards the car.
"So she is a woman in white." Riley confirmed and Sam shook his head.
"Yeah, so we go to the house," He started.
"And find this grave and get rid of this bitch." Riley finished for him. "What about Dean though?" She asked as she got into the car. It was dusk outside now. It had taken them longer than they had expected to get to Mr. Welch's house. Before Sam had turned on the car, he pulled out his cell phone. Dialing 911, he smiled over at Riley.
"Hello?" He answered when some had picked up the phone. "Yeah, I'd like to repot at gun firing. Yeah, we heard some shots over on…." He scanned his brain, trying to remember a road they had past. "White Ford Road." Riley raised her brows at him, impressed at this act. "Yes, yes, yes thank you officer. I hope it isn't anything serious. No problem, I was happy to help." He hung up, started up the engine and smiled at Riley.
"Impressive," she observed. With that said, they backed out and started for Breckinridge road.
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Back at the police office, Dean was growing tired. Officer Brody was sitting on the table just a little off to Dean's right. Dean massaged his temple and looked up at Brody.
"I don't know how many times I gotta tell you. It's my high-school locker combo." He growled and glared at Brody. Brody looked as if he was about to backhand Dean.
"Are we gonna do this all night long?" Officer Brody asked. Dean shrugged and settled back in his chair. Suddenly, a pale haired officer poked his head into the room. "What?" Brody asked in an annoyed voice.
"We just got a 911, shots fired over at White Ford Road." With that said, he ducked back out. Brody stood up and leaned down, talking to Dean.
"Do you have to go to the bathroom?" He asked. Dean looked up, confused.
"Uh, no." He said, shaking his head.
"Good." Brody replied and took out a pair of hand cuffs. He grabbed Dean's free hand and hand cuffed him to a table leg. Then he left the room, with Dean staring down at the handcuffs.
"Oh, gimme a break!" He thought angrily to himself and threw his head back, sighing angrily. With his free hand he went to open the journal, but then stopped. Something silver caught his eye. Reaching down, he pulled a paper clip out of the journal. He brought it up to his face and then a thought came over him. With a sly smile, he picked the handcuff lock. Standing up, he looked back down. It would be a shame to leave those here… "Nah, Riley wouldn't find it to amusing." He thought to himself, smiling. With the journal under one arm, he ducked down and went to the door. Standing up, he looked out the small window. Suddenly someone walked by, and he quickly jerked out of sight. When he didn't see anymore shadows, or hear anymore talking, he ran over to the window. Luckily it wasn't barred or locked. Pushing it open, he stepped out onto the fire escape. Shimming down the fire escape, he jumped onto a dumpster and then onto the ground. He took off at a job for the nearest telephone booth. Holding the journal open, he skimmed through it as he called Sam.
Riley was looking out the window into the inky night, when she heard a phone ringing. She looked over as Sam reached into his pocket. Opening it up, he didn't even get a chance to answer first.
"Fake 911 phone call, Sammy? I don't know, that's pretty illegal." Dean commented looking out of the phone booth. Sam laughed and held the phone away from his mouth for a second.
"It's Dean," He told Riley who had looked confused. He then brought the phone back up. "You're welcome." Dean looked back down at the journal. It was open to the page that said, "Dean 35 -111".
"Listen, we gotta talk." He said, a worried look on his face. Sam was smiling as he kept his eyes on the road.
"Tell me about it." He said, cutting Dean off. "So the husband was unfaithful, we are dealing with a woman in white. She's buried behind her old house. So that should have been dad's next stop." Dean was growing agitated, he was trying to tell his brother that dad wouldn't be there.
"Sammy would you shut up for a second." He growled. Sam seemed to just ignore him.
"I just can't figure out why he hasn't destroyed the corpse yet." Sam explained, with a confused look. Riley watched him. She really hated not knowing what was going on, but it was only a one person thing when it came to phones.
"Well that's what I'm trying to tell you." Dean cut in, "he's gone. Dad left Jericho." Riley saw Sam's face fall and she sat up straighter.
"What? What is it?" She asked, leaning towards him slightly. Sam glanced over at her.
"Dean said dad left Jericho." He said quickly, turning his attention back to the road and his brother. "What now? How do you know?" Dean closed the journal and held onto it tightly.
"I've got his journal." Dean said plainly. He heard Sam give a nervous laugh on the other end.
"You're joking." He said and then his face got serious. "He never goes anywhere without that." Dean was growing annoyed. He already knew all this, he didn't need Sam to tell him.
"Yeah, well he did this time." He said, rubbing his wrist. He really hated to wear cuffs.
"What's it say?" Sam asked, he and Riley were getting closer to Breckinridge road. Without either of them knowing, they were nearing the spot where Constance is supposed to haunt. Dean glanced back down at the journal and looked back outside.
"Sam old ex-marine crap when he wants to let us know where he's going." Sam thought for a moment.
"Coordinates. Where to?" He quickly asked.
"I'm not sure yet." Dean admitted. Sam chewed on his lower lip. Riley knew he was worried about something, but apparently she'd find out later.
"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?" Suddenly Riley yelled beside him, brining his attention back to the road.
"Sam!" She screamed and Dean heard her on the other end. He stood up straighter and strained to hear anything else.
"Whoa!" Sam dropped the phone onto the seat. There was a woman dressed in white standing in the middle of the road. Sam's feet smashed onto the breaks, and Riley braced herself against the dash. The tires squealed, but he couldn't avoid the woman. He drove right into her or rather, right through her. Dean started to panic after that.
"Sam? Sam!" With no response, he quickly hung up the phone and ran from the booth. He had to get out to Breckinridge Road, he had to make sure Sam and Riley were okay. Back in the car, Sam and Riley were just calming down. Taking a few shaky breaths, Riley looked over at Sam.
"Did we just drive through someone?" She asked. Sam took a few deep breaths and nodded. Suddenly a voice came from the backseat.
"Take me home," it asked in a sultry, seductive voice. Sam jerked and looked in the rearview mirror. Riley turned and looked. Sitting in the backseat was Constance Welch, just like they saw her on the bridge. She was wearing a long white dress with a few tattered edges to it. Her dark brown, almost black hair fell thick in waves to her shoulders. She stared at them both with cold, dead eyes.
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Dun Dun Dun! So the plot thickens! LoL But how will Constance react to another woman being in the car? How will she attack Sam now? Hmmmm...wouldn't u guys like to know :devious grin: Well, til tomarrow!
