Chapter 10 and I'm on a roll..................
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Chapter 10
Finding that photo of me on the dresser in John's room has made me feel so guilty. He never stopped thinking of me, even though I stopped hunting with him and the boys. I wanted to stay, I really did, and I had kicked up merry hell when Mom and Dad told me I had to stop.
I know they just wanted a normal life for me, and to keep me safe and I love them for it and I guess that having a normal life was a good thing, I mean, I had friends, I went to school, prom, got a job and that was fine, when I was a teenager but I'm 23 now. Time to make my own decisions I think. Time to live my life how I want to live it.
Dean walks out of the bathroom smelling gorgeous, as usual and I try and breathe like a normal person but my heart is racing and I try not to stare.
"I'm starving. I'm gonna grab a little something to eat at that diner down the street. You guys want anything"? He asks, grabbing his jacket from his bed.
"No" Sam says, not looking up from his laptop.
"Aframian's buying" He says looking over at me but I shake my head and he shrugs, walking out of the room.
I've changed my mind, coffee would be good.
"Hey Dean, wait up" I say, grabbing my jacket and running out the door after him.
"I'll grab you a coffee Sammy" I yell back to him and close the door.
"Hey" he says and throws an arm round my shoulders and I can't help the smile that spreads across my face or the flutter of my heart.
As we walk out into the parking lot I can see two cops talking to the old lady that checked us in. The lady looks up and points at us and we stop walking, my heart is racing, but for all the right reasons this time. Dean pulls his cell out of his pocket and waits for the dial tone impatiently. I don't need to ask to know who he's calling, as far as I'm aware, Dean only has 4 numbers on his phone. Sam, John, Bobby and Me.
The line clicks in and I can hear Sam's muffled voice on the other end.
"Dude, five-o take off" he says.
"Uh, they kind of spotted me. Go find Dad" he says, dropping his arm from around my shoulders.
"Yeah, she's here too" Dean says and hangs up the phone.
"Go find Sammy" he whispers and pushes me in the direction we just came from.
"No, I'm not leaving you" I say defiantly, stepping forward again.
"Soph, just go" he says giving me a do-as-you're-told-or-I'm-gonna-kick-your-ass look and points back to the hotel and I turn back to find Sammy.
"Problem officers"? I hear him say and I start running.
I find Sammy and tell him that the cops have probably taken Dean in for questioning.
"I'm sure Dean will be ok, let's just, go and talk to the husband and if he's still locked up by the time we get back, we'll think of a way to spring him okay"? He asks and I nod. Dean's a big boy, he can take care of himself and I try and focus on the job at hand and try not to picture Dean locked up in a cold cell.
The drive to the Welch house is silent apart from the radio.
"Hi uh, are you Joseph Welch"? Sam asks the man standing in the doorway.
"Yeah" he says. He seems a little confused; I suppose finding two strangers at your door would be a little confusing. We pull the reporter line and my heart flutters.
Please don't look at me, if he looks at me the game is up, I can feel the blood rising in my cheeks and I look at the floor realising that I don't look much like a reporter in my faded all stars and patched up denim jacket.
He buys it and we end up in Mr. Welch's yard and Sammy hands him a photo of John and asks him to confirm if he's been round here. Mr. Welch nods and I can feel a rush of optimism.
"Yeah, he was older, but that's him. He came by three or four days ago. Said he was a reporter" he said, sitting on a bench.
"That's right. We're working on a story together" Sammy lies, effortlessly and I try and act normal.
"Well I don't know what the hell kind of story you're working on. The questions he asked me....." he trails off, great, way to stay subtle John.
"About your late wife Constance"? Sam asks, putting on the puppy dog eyes and Mr. Welch nods.
"He asked me where she was buried" he chokes out.
"And where is that again"? Sam asks casually.
"What, I got to go through these twice"? Mr. Welch asks, looking up at me and I smile at him apologetically.
"Its fact checking". Sammy says, bringing Mr. Welch's attention back to himself.
"If you don't mind".
"In a plot behind my old place over on Breckenridge". Mr .Welch sighs heavily and I feel sympathy flood me. Poor guy.
"Why did you move"? Sam asked and I roll my eyes at him. Obvious, duh!
"I'm not gonna live in the house where my children died" he said heavily and I throw a don't-push-it face in Sammy's direction.
"Mr. Welch, did you ever marry again"? He asks, carefully.
"No way. Constance, she was the love of my life. Prettiest woman I ever known" he said, looking up at me and I smile at him again, my heart breaking for the guy.
"So you had a happy marriage"? Sam asks his final question and Mr. Welch hesitates to answer.
Interesting.
"Definitely" he says and I raise an eyebrow in Sammy's direction but he gives me a knock-it-off look and I look back down at my sneakers.
"Well that should do it. Thanks for your time" Sammy says, shaking Mr. Welch's hand, as do I and he leads us to the side gate and we start to head back to the car.
"Mr. Welch, you ever hear of a woman in white"?
I hear myself saying it but I can't actually believe I've said it, it just, came out!
"A what"? He asks, looking confused.
"A woman in white, or sometimes a weeping woman. It's a ghost story. Well it's more of a phenomenon really. Um, they're spirits. They've been cited for hundreds of years. Dozens of places; in Hawaii and Mexico, Arizona and Indiana. They're different women, but they all share the same story" I'm babbling and Sammy is glaring daggers at me.
"Honey, I don't care much for nonsense" Mr. Welch says but that doesn't seem to shut me up!
"You see, when they were alive, their husbands were unfaithful to them and these women, basically suffering from temporary insanity, murdered their children. Then once they realized what they'd 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" I continue.
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME!
"You think....You think that has something to do with Constance"? Mr. Welch asks. He's getting angry and I know I'm gonna get a headache later from all the shouting Sammy's gonna throw at me.
"You tell me" I say, wishing I had never opened my stupid mouth!
"I mean maybe, maybe I made some mistakes, but no matter what I did, Constance would never would have killed her own children" he said, angrily and all I wanted to do was just climb into the car and drive away and pretend like the past 4 minutes hadn't happened. God, Dean's gonna kill me when he finds out!
"Now you get the hell out of here, and you don't come back" he yells, slamming the side gate and returning to his house.
I don't want to turn around, I can feel the heat from Sammy's glare on my back and if I turn around I'll be burned alive. But, I swivel in my sneakers and look up at him and....he's smiling.
Oookay.
"Good work Jones" he says and throws me they keys to the Impala and I look up at him, shocked.
"Our secret" he says and climbs into the passenger seat.
"Hell yes"! I yell, doing a little I-get-to-drive-the-impala dance and climb into the driver's seat and start the engine, savouring every second. God knows when I'm gonna be allowed to drive again!
I turn the radio up until it's so loud it's shaking the windows.
"Oh yeah" I say, looking over at Sam with a massive smile, he just laughs at me.
We drive along the main street for about 15 minutes and the novelty of driving the Impala has worn off and all I can think about is Dean being held in a police station and the worry finally bubbles over.
"Okay, can we please spring Dean now"? I plead, looking over at Sammy and he nods, pulling out his cell from his pocket. He only dials three numbers and I look over at him, shock obvious on my face.