AN: Here's the next chapter folks! Hope you enjoy it.

Back at the police station, the officer was still questioning Dean about the numbers under his name in the journal. "Jesus Christ," Dean answered. "How many times I gotta tell you. It's my high-school locker combo."

"Are we gonna do this all night long?" The cop asked, rubbing his temple wearily.

Another policeman poked his head in the office. "We just got a 911, shots fired over at Whiteford Road ."

Dean's policeman asked "Do you have to go to the bathroom?"

"No," Dean answered, a little confused.

"Good." He handcuffed one of Dean's arms to the table and left.

A thing like being handcuffed didn't deter Dean for long. He looked over and saw a paper clip sticking out of his dad's journal, pulled it out and picked the handcuff lock. He then climbed out of the window onto the fire escape- with his dad's journal in hand.

Meanwhile, Sam was driving around when his cell phone rang. He answered it.

It was Dean, calling from a phone booth. "Fake 911 phone call Sammy?" he teased. "I don't know, that's pretty illegal."

"Actually," Rose said, tapping on the glass by Dean's head. "That was me. And you're welcome." She squeezed into the phone booth beside Dean. "Hi, Sam." She tugged on the phone and Dean's ear both, until Dean was stooped awkwardly inside the small space and it was easier for her to talk to both of her brothers at once. Well, as well as she could over Dean's rather loud protests at the position. "Dean's out," she announced.

"Yeah," Sam laughed, "I got that."

"Listen," Dean said, tone urgent. "We gotta talk."

"Tell me about it," Sam replied. "So the husband was unfaithful, we are dealing with a Woman in White for sure. She's buried behind her old house. So that should have been dad's next stop." Sam was practically vibrating in his seat with excitement. "But how we know that is amazing, Dean! Rose has some incredible gifts; I have no idea why Dad left her at school given his insane level of obsession."

That was not how Rose wanted Dean to find out, so she panicked just a little, saying, "Sammy would you shut up for a second!" She coughed when Dean looked at her funny. "I think Dean has something important he's trying to tell us."

"I just can't figure out why he hasn't destroyed the corpse yet," Sam mused, only sort of paying attention to his siblings.

"Well, that's what I'm trying to tell you" Dean said in a slight huff. "He's gone. Dad left Jericho."

"What?" Both younger Winchesters asked in unison, creating a rather odd echo effect in Dean's ears that made him blink. "How do you know?"

"I've got his journal."

"His what?" Rose asked.

"He doesn't go anywhere without that." Sam said slowly.

"Without what?" Rose asked again.

"Yeah, well he did this time."

"Hellooooo," Rose muttered, "a confused person is asking questions here."

"What's it say?" Sam asked.

"Same old ex-marine crap when he wants to let us know where he's going." Dean only answered his brother's question. (His sister was seriously considering stepping on his toe.)

"Coordinates. Where to?"

Rose decided against causing her brother pain in favor of listening to the really important bit.

"I'm not sure yet."

The very unhelpful important bit.

"I don't understand," Sam was saying. "I mean what could be so important that dad would just skip out in the middle of a job?" He smacked the steering wheel once in frustration. "Dean, what the hell is going on? Whoa!"

There was a screeching sound as Sam dropped his cell phone and slammed on the breaks to avoid a woman in white in front of the car.

"Sam? Sam!" Dean yelled

They could both hear Constance, who was in the backseat of the Impala, saying piteously, "take me home."

Dean squeezed out of the phone booth and started running toward the old Welch home.

His sister held onto the phone for another instant. "Sam!" Rose ordered, "take her home, Sam! We gotta get her into that house!" With that, she was following in her brother's footsteps, and doing a pretty remarkable job of keeping up.

"Take me home," Constance was repeating in the backseat.

"No." Sam said, figuring that doing what she wanted was the fastest way to get himself killed.

The doors locked of their own accord. He nearly ripped off his own fingernails trying to unlock them and escape but wasn't able to. The car was put in gear and the gas pedal was pressed in. He couldn't even take control the steering wheel from Constance, so he let go and tried to push the door out. Constance's image flickered in the back seat as the car pulled up to the house at the end of Breckenridge Road . The car shut off, even though the doors were still locked. Don't do this," Sam said quietly-not begging, but asking.

"I can never go home." There were tears in the spirit's eyes.

"Why?" Sam asked, remembering Rose's words. "What's there?" He turned back to view her face to face, but she was gone. He looked around for her and saw her when his gaze came back to the passenger seat. She jumped on top of him and pushed him down on the seat with unnatural, inhuman strength.

"Hold me," she pleaded, "I'm so cold." She was. Her ghostly skin was freezing compared to Sam's living, human warmth.

"You can't kill me," Sam insisted. "I'm not unfaithful. I've never been."

Constance smirked. "You will be. Just hold me." She started kissing Sam as he tried to simultaneously reach for the car keys, which were still in the ignition, and hold back the nausea the kiss caused. Suddenly, Constance turned into more of a monster than a pretty lady. Strings of hair hanging from a mottled skull, sunken, watery eyes, and fingers transformed into predatory tallons. She disappeared, until her claws started trying to reach through Sam's chest. Sam screamed. Ripping open his jacket, he could see five finger holes going through his shirt and every time he tried to push the monster off, his hands went right through her. Because his hands weren't made of rock salt.

The shells loaded in Dean and Rose's shotguns, however, were.

They shot through the open window, distracting Constance enough for Sam to turn the engine over, and put the car into gear. "Ok, Rose," he muttered. "I'm taking her home." He floored it, going through the wall of the house.

Dean and Rose ran into the house through the hole in the wall, guns at the ready. "Sam!" Dean ran straight to their brother, while Rose headed up a flight of stairs past him. "Sam! You okay?"

"I think so," he answered with a groan.

"Can you move?"

"Yeah. Help me." Dean reached for Sam to help pull him out, as Constance picked up a picture of her and her children that was lying on the floor.

There was a point to Rose leaving her brothers to fend for themselves. She was headed for the bathroom, where she could hear water splashing. She saw two children wrapped in towels; they were dripping wet, shivering, and looking at her with big, scared eyes. "Hi," she said softly, soothingly. "I know you're lonely, but your mommy's home. She's in the next room."

Meanwhile, Dean helped Sam out of the car and they were standing in front of it, taking a millisecond to try to catch their breath and prepare for the fight. Constance threw the picture on the ground, and stepped aside, telekinetically controlling a large dresser. She used it to pin Dean and Sam against the hood. Even with the both of them struggling to try to push it away, Constance's mental powers were too great for them to even budge it.

Suddenly, the lights flickered on and Constance turned around to see the steps leaking water. She looked to the top of the staircase and saw her two children standing there, Rose behind them, face pale but triumphant. The children joined hands. "You've come home to us mommy," they said joyfully.

The Winchesters watched as Constance's children appeared behind her. They grabbed their mother. She screamed in pain and fear, as she and her children were surrounded by bright light. It seemed like they flickered within the light, bones and sinew revealed as they shook. Finally, all three melted into a sort of puddle on the ground.

Finally Sam and Dean were able to push the dresser off of them, fairly easily too. They walked over to the small puddle on the ground.

"So, this is where she drowned her kids," Dean said, sounding a lot less sorry about it than he felt.

"That's why she could never go home." Rose came down the stairs, staring at the spot on the floor. "She was too scared to face them." She really wanted to hold onto both brothers' hands, but she didn't.

"You found her weak spot," Dean praised. "Nice work, Rosie." The smile he got in thanks was the brightest thing he'd seen in days.

"Well, it was mostly good work," Sam said as he started laughing. "And, Dean what was with you today? What were you two thinking, shooting Casper in the face, you freaks?"

"Hey, we saved your ass," Rose protested, only to have Dean smack her in the back of the head. "OW!"

"Don't use that word! I'll wash your mouth out with soap!" He threatened.

"That's not fair!" She argued. "You guys use that word and worse all the time. Sam, back me up here."

"No way," he said, "I'm not gonna let you cuss either."

"Not fair," she crossed her arms and pouted a little.

"We're your older brothers," Sam reminded her. "We don't have to be fair."

"Yeah and let me tell you something else that's not fair," Dean said, rounding on Sam. "If you screwed up my car, I'll kill you." They all pitched in to clean the wood from the wall off the car. He didn't kill Sam over the busted headlight, but he thought hard about it for a minute.

The started heading out of town immediately, Sam in the front seat looking at the map to find out where "35-11" was located. "Okay here's where dad went," he said at last. "It's called Blackwater Ridge , Colorado ."

"Sounds charming," Rose piped up from the backseat. "How far?"

"About 600 miles."

"If we shag ass we can make it by morning," Dean said happily, glad to have a real destination in mind.

"Dean, um…" Sam started, then trailed off.

"You're not going." It wasn't really a question.

"The interview's in 10 hours," Sam explained. "I gotta be there."

Dean nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, whatever. I'll take you home."

"What about me?" Rose asked quietly, pulling her knees up to her chest, which was tricky considering the seatbelt Dean and Sam made her wear.

""What do you want?" It wasn't something they'd ever asked her before and Dean could feel her surprise that he was asking now. Which made him feel guilty as hell.

I want us to stay together, she thought but didn't say. "I wanna help find Dad," she vocalized. "I wanna hunt. I'm not like you, Sam; I can't live a normal life even if I wanted to."

"Yeah, what does that even mean?" Dean frowned. "What were you talking about earlier, Sam? Rose's gifts? I told YOU about the whole, future thing."

"Past too," Rose mumbled.

"Excuse me?" Dean was sure that he had to have misheard. Sam quickly filled Dean in on the events at Joseph Welch's house, as well as what she'd told him about her solo hunts.

Dean was about to snap at her for "being such an idiot" but the words died in his throat unspoken when he glanced at her in the rearview mirror. She was curled up in a little ball of misery at the thought of how disappointed her brothers were with her. (Even if they were more mad at her for being careless and not disappointed at all).

"I know." She sounded tired. "I was dumb. I'm sorry."

"Just, promise me, us, that if, for some reason, there's something going down and one of us isn't already with you, you'll call."

She sniffed. "I promise."

"Good," Sam interjected, "but from now on, one of us is always going to be around." He was never as grateful for his long limbs as when he could reach around the seat and lay his hand on her knee.

"Always?" She asked in a small voice.

"Yeah, well, we'll let you pee and shower by yourself," Dean amended. She laughed and sounded like she used to when she was small and watching Chip and Dale. "Oh yeah," Dean muttered to himself, "boarding school can go straight to hell."