I'm Nothing Like You

The family are currently sat in the towns local library, Dean is busy researching about the hitchhiking dead girl on the Jericho Herald website. While Sam and Harriet sat idly by him bored out of their minds in a daze. Dean typed the first thing that came to mind into the search engine 'Female Murder Hitchhiking' and clicked Go; the screen delivered '0 results'. Sighing in annoyance, he tried something else 'Hitchhiking' adding on 'Centennial Highway' clicking Go again giving him the same result as before.

Harriet getting fed up with his lousy attempts on finding the correct information, reached over for the mouse, "Let me have a go dumbass, you're obviously not searching for the right stuff."

Dean smacked her hand away, "I got it brainiac." She only but shoved his chair away rather hard in response now moved herself in front of the computer. Receiving a irritated comeback from Dean, "Dude!" who hit her on the shoulder as he and Sam sat either side of her, "You're such a control freak."

With a roll of her eyes Harriet ignored him and stated her thoughts, "So angry spirits are born out of violent death, right?"

"Yeah," Dean nodded, now trying to move on from his little sisters controlling and bossy manner.

"Well, maybe it's not murder," Sam makes the suggestion that it could be different kind circumstance on how the woman died. Harriet deleted the word 'Murder' and replaced it with 'Suicide' then clicked go. An entitled article 'Suicide on Centennial' came up with the search results. Dean glanced at Harriet then Sam. His sister opened the article, dated April 25, 1981.

A local woman's drowning death was ruled a suicide, the county Sheriff's Department said earlier today. Constance Welch, 24, of 4636 Breckenridge Road, leapt off Sylvania Bridge, at mile 33 of Centennial Highway, and subsequently drowned last night.

Deputy J. Pierce told reporters that, hours before her death, Ms. Welch logged a call with 911 emergency services. In a panicked tone, Ms. Welch described how she found her two young children, 5 and 6, in the bathtub, after leaving them alone for several minutes.

What happened to my children was a terrible accident. And it must have been too much for my wife. Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn't bear it," said husband Joseph Welch. "Now I ask that you all please respect my privacy during this trying time."

At the time of the children's death and Ms. Welch's subsequent suicide, Mr. Welch was at the Frontier auto salvage yard, where he works the graveyard shift as associate manager.

"Connie might have been quiet, but she was the sweetest, most caring girl I ever knew," said Deanna Kripke, a neighbor. "She just doted on those children."

"This was 1981. Constance Welch, twenty-four years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the river," Harriet after scanning over the article now read it aloud. A picture of said young woman was beside the article.

"Does it say why she did it?" Dean asked.

"Yeah."

"What?"

Sam probably having read it the article as well turned to the computer, gave a nod, "An hour before they found her, she calls 911. Apparently her two little kids are in the bathtub. She leaves them alone for a minute, and when she comes back, they aren't breathing. Both die."

Dean raised his eyebrows suspiciously, "Hm." The article has a picture of Joseph next to a picture of Sylvania Bridge; it's the place Troy died.

"'Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn't bear it,' said husband Joseph Welch," Harriet goes on to recite.

"The bridge look familiar to you?" Dean pointed out to the picture of Sylvania Bridge, where Troy's car had been found by the police.

-Supernatural-

By the time they had gotten to the Sylvania Bridge it was dark. They piled out of the Impala, walked down the bridge to the very exact spot in which Constance Welch had took her life all those years ago.

Dean, Sam and Harriet went to lean over the railing, looking downwards into the dark murky depths of the river below, "So this is where Constance took the swan dive."

"So you think Dad would have been here?" Sam asked as he looked over to his older brother.

"Well, he's chasing the same story and we're chasing him," Dean answered, as they now continued walking down the bridge.

"Okay, so now what?" Harriet spoke up and asked, with a raised eyebrow.

"Now we keep digging until we find him. Might take a while," Dean stated his answer the best that he could.

Only for Harriet and Sam to stop dead instantly, it made them both think he was going back on his word, "Dean, I told you, we gotta be back by-"Harriet firmly reminds him only to get cut off.

"Monday," he turned to his siblings, "Right. The your interviews."

"Yeah," Sam gave a nod.

"Yeah, I forgot. You're really serious about this, aren't you? You two think you're just going to become some lawyer or Doctor? Marry Jess and Luis?" he asked almost mocking them, Harriet had told Dean about her boyfriend on the way down and now she wished that she never did. Besides their was her first boyfriend Brady who she started dating a few months starting at Stanford. But after Freshman year ended he broke it off with her and quit college. Nobody had heard or seen him since.

"Maybe. Why not?" Harriet, glared moodily at him arms folded across her chest.

"Does either of them know the truth about you? I mean, do they know about the things you've done?" Dean, asked seriously looking between both his siblings. Who both just stared back at him stony faced.

Sam stepped closer to his brother and stated firmly, "No, and she's not ever going to know."

"Harry? Does your boyfriend know?" Dean looked to his sister who had now came up besides Sam. Seeing if she saw any differently, but sadly she didn't.

"No, Luis doesn't need to know about that part of my life and it's gonna stay that way," she returned in the same manner as her twin brother only stepping that much closer than Sam had showing how serious she was.

"Well, that's healthy. You can pretend all you want. But sooner or later you're going to have to face up to who you both really are," Dean reminds them, turning around and walked off.

"And who's that?" she hollered as her and Sam followed him.

"You're one of us."

Harriet comes to walk in front of him before Sam could even stop her, "No. I'm nothing like you. This will never be my life."

Once she was on a roll on making herself heard there was no stopping her. Sam knew that because they were both so alike, but sometimes...she was just too much like Dean and their father combined that it was scary at times. But she never saw it.

"You have a responsibility to-" Dean tried to stop her, but he knew that he couldn't.

"To Dad? And his crusade? If it weren't for pictures I wouldn't even know what Mom looks like. And what difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, Mom's gone. And she isn't coming back."

He grabbed Harriet by the collar of her green jacket, slamming her hard against the support of the bridge. As Dean breathed heavily face red with anger, "Don't talk about her like that," he finally finished after pausing a few seconds released his grip and just walked away.

"Guys," Sam now called for their attention.

Harriet and Dean turned to see Sam looking at the spirit of Constance, she was standing on the railing. Glanced at them took a stepped forward and plummets off the bridge out of sight. All running over to the edge they looked over the railing into the river only to find… Nothing and nobody there in the water.

"Where'd she go?" Dean asked with a frown, rather baffled.

"I don't know," Sam replied with a shrug.

It was then that with a raised eyebrow of concern, that the familiar purring of Baby's engine starting up has reached Harriet's ears down from the far edge of the bridge. Turning around the headlights on full beam, decorating the bridge.

"What the-" Dean is rather speechless, as he comes to look at the sight before him.

"Who's driving your car?" Sam asked gulping nervously.

Dean reached into the pocket of his jeans, fished out the keys to the Impala jingling them before his brother and sister. The Impala jerked fiercely in motion, revving up beginning to climb and barrels down the bridge heading for them.

With a gasp of breathe and blood pumping full of adrenaline, hearts pounding in fear they turned and ran like their lives depended on it, "Dean? Sam?" Harriet called out to them in panic, her feet pounding across the bridge.

"Go! Go!" Sam could be heard screaming, looking over her shoulder now seeing Sam and Dean not far behind her the Impala gaining on them with speed. But she knew they it would be impossible to outrun it, on a last minute whim to save all their skins, ran and dived over the railing.

Falling through the air towards the water, a hand grabbed Harriet's. Nearly gasping, she looked up seeing Sam was the one who had caught her as he hung onto one of the under beams of the bridge. With all his might Sam heaved his sister up, so she could grab hold onto a part of the bridge she could perch on. Now the twins looked down into the water below, sending them into a panic that Dean might not have made it.

In a desperate search they scanned the water, but there is no sign of him anywhere, "Dean!" Harriet shouted in fear.

"Dean!" Sam following her lead.

A figure covered, soaked through head to toe with mud dragged themselves out of the river panting was their annoyed looking brother, "What?"

"Hey! Are you all right?" Harriet asked, whilst her and Sam are trying their hardest not to burst out laughing.

Dean returned sarcastically, making an A-OK sign with his hand, "I'm super."

Not being to able to contain their laughter anymore, both of the twins started laughing. Before both of them climbed back up onto the bridge.

Awhile later, Dean shut the hood of his car and leaned against it. "Your car all right?" Sam asked him.

"Yeah, whatever she did to it, seems all right now," Dean replied looking Baby over, but still rather pissed that a spirit tried running them all over with his car, "That Constance chick, what a bitch!"

"Well, she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure," Harriet shrugged, trying not to crack a grin.

"Yeah, so where's the job go from here, genius?" Sam mocked in question, as him and Harriet leaned on either side of of him on the hood equal smirks now on their faces and arms folded. In frustration Dean threw his arms up in the air flicking the wet mud off his hands.

A rather pungent smell hits Harriet's nose making it wrinkle slightly, reminding her of a waft similar to what you would often get from the likes of a sewer, "Bro, you smell like a toilet," she laughed now looking at him.

-Supernatural-

They are now currently checking into a motel, Dean placing a VersaBank MasterCard down of one 'Hector Aframian' on the desk, upon a handwritten guest ledger still covered head to toe in smelly mud, "One room, please," he stated whilst Harriet and Sam waited behind him. The clerk picked up the card inspecting it closely and read the name.

"You guys having a reunion or something?" the clerk asked out of general interest, looking up briefly at them.

"What do you mean?" Sam furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"I had another guy, Burt Aframian. He came and bought out a room for the whole month," The clerk explained himself as Dean looked back over to his siblings, who gazed back at him with concern.

Once Sam picked the doors lock from the inside, the door is swung open with a small push and Harriet entered the inside of their Dad's motel room. Her twin brother gets up stuffing the picks away quickly as he stood up.

Dean, is still standing outside keeping lookout, much to his little sister's annoyance as she rolled her eyes and yanked her big brother inside the room by his leather jacket. On closer inspection of the room the walls are covered in maps, sketches, newspaper clippings of articles and pictures. There's pile upon pile of books scattered around the room, amongst the clutter and junk on the floor.

Walking over to inspect the right hand side of the bed, an awful smell wafted up Harriet's nose. Turning on the light, she instantly spots the culprit of what was causing it, on the table was a half eaten greasy hamburger sitting in it's wrapping, "Uhh! Come on dad!" She muttered, picking it up and tossing it in the trash can not far from her and shivered in disgust, "What I gathered from that gross burger, it's been a couple of days at least since he was here."

Sam trailed his finger through the line salt on that was by the door, "Salt, cats-eye shells...he was worried. Trying to keep something from coming in."

Dean had started to inspect the papers pinned to the wall and Harriet comes over to his side, "What have you found?" she asked.

"Centennial Highway victims," he replied as she nodded her head.

Harriet looked over the victims on the wall before her, a Mark somebody, William Durrell and a Scott Nifong who had disappeared in 1987 aged 25 and a Parks. Mark, Durrell and Nifong had been all white males, what she gathered from the photos.

Sam came over to join them, "I don't get it. I mean, different men, different jobs-"

It's then Harriet noticed something and raised her eyebrow in curiosity and went across the room.

"—ages, ethnicities. There's always a connection, right? What do these guys have in common?" Sam continued to go on from what Dean was figuring out.

She scanned over the papers taped on another wall, there was scraps scrawled on with thick, heavy markings. 'Bell Witch', 'Mortis Danse', something about 'Devils + Demons', 'Sirens', 'Witches', 'The Possessed' and 'The Woman in White'. The article they had read at the library was pinned right by the picture of Constance Welch. She switched the lamp on, "Dad figured it out for us."

Her brothers turned to look.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked her.

"He found exactly the same article we did. Constance Welch. She's a woman in white," she explained. Her brothers walked over and began to read through the notes.

"You sly dogs." Dean stated cockily stated turning to Harriet and Sam. "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 stated.

"Well, dad would want to make sure." Harriet nodded in agreement with her brother, as her and Sam focused their eyes on the wall before them.

"He'd dig her up. Does it say where she's buried?" Dean asked, looking to his sister and brother absorbing the information in before them.

"No, not that I can tell." Harriet answered with a light shrug of her shoulders.

"If I were Dad, though, I'd go ask her husband," Sam tapping the picture of Joseph Welch, showing the article was dated 1981 and stating that he was thirty at the time Constance died. Off the top of her head Harriet guessed Joseph must at least be in his early sixties by now.

"That's if he's still alive," Harriet added as she and Sam moved on to something else that's caught their attention.

Dean glanced over at the picture of the woman in a white dress before clearing his throat, "All right. Why don't you both, uh, see if you can find an address, I'm gonna get cleaned up." He smiled genuinely at them before heading off towards the bathroom.

Harriet thought this would be a good time to apologise about her outburst at the bridge earlier and turned around, "Uh, Dean?"

Stopping in his tracks Dean turned to his sister who he couldn't help but sometimes see some of his mothers features in her, especially Harriet's eyes, "What I said before, about Mom and Dad, I don't know what came over me and I'm sorry." She comes out sounded genuinely bad for the words that had slipped out of her mouth earlier.

He held his hand up stopping her. "Come Harry, no chick-flick moments." He smirked at his sister.

She laughed and nodded. "Got it. Jerk."

"Bitch."