There are five new holes burned through the fabric, matching to Constance's fingers as she flickers in front of him, her hand reaching into his chest. A gunshot goes off, shattering the window and startling Constance. Dean approaches, still firing at her.

"Damn idjit." Bobby mumbles, "They ain't even salt rounds!" he says loudly.

She glares at him and vanishes, then reappears, and Dean keeps firing until she disappears again. Sam manages to sit up and start the car.

"I'm taking you home."


Dean stares as Sam drives the car forwards. Sam smashes through the side of the house and Dean hurries through the wreckage to the passenger side of the car.

"You idiot! You better be okay. The car too, but you better not have died on me." Dean says sternly, Sam just nods his head with a roll of his eyes.

"Yes, mom."

"Sam! Sam! You okay?"

"I think…"

"Can you move?"

"Yeah. Help me?"

"Oh thank god." Dean breathed. Sam just smiled. "The car better not be scratched." Bobby gave a little chuckle at that.

Dean leans through the window to give Sam a hand. The scene shifts focus a bit, and shows Constance picking up a large framed photograph seen when she brought Troy to the house: the woman in the picture is Constance and the children are presumably hers.

"So, this was her house." Dean points out, Sam and Bobby just nod their heads, Sam's looking more like he's trying to make a silent 'duh' come out of it.

Dean helps Sam out of the car.

"There you go."

Dean closes the car door. They look around and see Constance; she looks up and glares at them, throwing the picture down. A bureau scoots towards Sam and Dean, pinning them against the car. The lights flicker; Constance looks around, scared.

"What's the bitch scared of now?" Dean asks.

"Well, if it's her old house… maybe her kids?" Sam pointed out.

"Her kids? Why would she be afraid of her kids? Wouldn't they be the ones scared of her?" Dean asks, an obvious 'duh' in his words.

Water begins to pour down the staircase. She goes over. At the top are the boy and girl from the photograph. They hold hands and speak in chorus.

"You've come home to us,"

"Told ya so, Jerk" Sam says smugly.

"...bitch" Dean mutters under his breath.

Constance watches them, looking distraught. Suddenly they are behind her; they embrace her tightly and she screams, her image flickering. In a surge of energy, still screaming, Constance and the two children melt into a puddle in the floor. Sam and Dean shove the bureau over and go look at the spot where Constance and her children vanished.

"Never seen a ghost do that before." Bobby says, sounding the tiniest bit surprised. No doubt was in either of the boys minds that when this was done, he was going to be looking into all this. The ghosts death, the case, everything.

"So this is where she drowned her kids." Sam nods his head. "That's why she could never go home. She was too scared to face them."

"You found her weak spot. Nice work, Sammy." He slaps Sam on the chest where he's been injured and walks away. Sam laughs through the pain.

"Yeah, I wish I could say the same for you. What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak?"

"Hey. Saved your ass."

"Highway to Hell" by AC/DC begins to play.

Dean leans over to look at the car.

"I'll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car?" Dean twists around to look at Sam. "I'll kill you."

Sam laughs.

The three in the living room all gave a small chuckle, thinking of what would happen if the impala ever got scratched.

HIGHWAY

EXT. HIGHWAY – NIGHT

The Impala tears down the road; the right headlight is out.

Living easy, loving free, season ticket on a one-way ride

Dean begins to hum along to the song, smiling slightly.

Sam has the journal open to "DEAN 35-111" and a map open on his lap and is finding coordinates with a ruler, a flashlight tucked between chin and shoulder.

Asking nothing

"Okay, here's where Dad went."

Leave me be

"It's called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado."

Taking everythin' in my stride

Dean nods. "Sounds charming. How far?"

Don't need reason

"About six hundred miles."

Don't need rhyme

"Hey, if we shag ass we could make it by morning."

Ain't nothing I would rather do

Sam looks at him, hesitating. "Dean, I, um…"

Dean stops humming for a moment to frown, but quickly continues as to 'brush it off'.

Going down

Dean glances at the road and back.

Party time

"You're not going."

My friends are gonna be there too

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

"Yeah. Yeah, whatever." Dean glances at Sam. "I'll take you home." Sam turns the flashlight off. They drive on.

"I'm sorry De…" Sam whispered, looking at Dean sadly, but Dean just looked at him and smiled.

"I understand Sammy, it's okay," he said, hugging Sam a bit. He smiled big down at his little brother, "I'm proud of you, ya know." Sam nodded into his big brothers shoulder and smiled.

Bobby watched his boys and smiled too.

Highway to hell

APARTMENT

EXT. SAM'S APARTMENT BUILDING – NIGHT

I'm on the highway to hell

They pull up in front of the apartment, Dean still frowning. Sam gets out and leans over to look through the window.

"Call me if you find him?" Dean nods. "And maybe I can meet up with you later, huh?"

"Yeah, all right." Sam pats the car door twice and turns away. Dean leans toward the passenger door, one arm going over the back of the seat.

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

"Yeah."

Dean drives off. Sam watches him go and sighs.

All three stayed silent during this exchange, but Sam hugged his brother a little tighter, in what Dean knew was an apology.

INT. SAM'S APARTMENT – NIGHT

Sam lets himself in. Everything is dark and quiet.

"Jess?" Sam closes the door. "You home?"

Sam notices a plate of chocolate chip cookies on the table, with a note that reads "Missed you! Love you!", next to a National Geographic.

"You lucky man," Dean laughs, "Cookies, a love note, hot chick, a life outside of this one. Lucky, lucky, lucky." Dean's voice is teasing, but the other two in the room knew he was being honest when he said Sam was lucky.

Sam picks one up and eats it as he sneaks into the bedroom, smiling. The shower is audibly running. Sam sits on the bed, shuts his eyes, and flops onto his back.

Blood drips onto Sam's forehead, one drop.

"...Sammy?" Dean says quietly, Sam watches the screen with big, fearful eyes.

Then another; he flinches and opens his eyes. He gasps in horror: Jess is pinned to the ceiling, staring down at him and bleeding from the belly.

"No!" Sam shouted, reaching forwards, "No…" Dean gasped, pulling his brother close.

"No!" Jess bursts into flame; the fire spreads across the ceiling.

Dean kicks the front door open.

"Sam!" Sam raises one arm to shield his face.

"Jess!" Dean comes running into the bedroom.

"Sam! Sam!" Dean looks up and sees Jess, his face turning to horror for a split second.

"No! No!" Dean grabs Sam off the bed and bodily shoves him out the door, Sam struggling all the way.

"Jess! Jess! No!" Flames engulf the apartment.

All is quiet in the room as three pairs of eyes stare at the TV in horror.

EXT. SAM'S APARTMENT – NIGHT

In a scene much like the end of the flashback, a fire truck is parked outside the building, firemen and police keeping back gawkers. Dean looks on, then turns and walks back to his car. Sam is standing behind the open trunk, loading a shotgun. Dean looks at the trunk, then at Sam, whose face is set in a mask of desperate anger. Sam looks up, then sighs, nods, and tosses the shotgun into the trunk.

Sam buried his face in his brothers shirt, shaking a bit."Sh-she… my fault… gone…" Sam mumbled, though most of his speech was incoherent, only a few words being understood by Dean.

"Hey, shh Sammy… not you're fault…" Dean rubbed Sam's back comfortingly, "It's okay Sammy. It's just a TV, it's not real…" there was an unwanted, not yet, that seemed to finish his sentence.

"We got work to do." Sam says as he shuts the trunk.


Hey guys!

Sorry this is so late, and a little short :(

I promise to make it up to you next chapter.

Hey, bonus, you guys get to choose the episodes from season 2! Add what episodes ya'll want in you're review! I'll try to do all the suggested ones!

Till next time

-E. Winchester