Disclaimer: i don't own Dean or Sam
Author's Note: thanks for the reviews be patient and eventually everything will fall into place.
And it always will be…
"Okay well the road is known by everyone in the town as Sara Jane Road. Sara Jane was a woman back in Civil War times. Her husband was fighting in the war and it was just her and her newborn baby. They lived in this house in the woods by the highway along the Neches River."
"Oh right I heard about her before um…story goes that she got wind that the Union soldiers were coming to her house right?" I asked.
"Right, so she placed her baby in a wicker basket and put it under a wooden bridge by her house. She then went back home and hung herself."
"So we can honestly say she was not the sharpest tool in the shed," Dean mused.
"You could say that. This one woman I talked too said-"
Dean cut him off, "Was she hot?"
Sam smiled, "Oh yeah for a sixty year old she was working it."
Dean laughed, "That's my boy."
"Could we please get back to business?" I asked sharply.
Sam's smiled faded, "Anyway she said if you stand on the bridge at midnight you can see a light flickering out in the woods that looks like a light of an old lantern and you can hear Sara Jane's moans & hollers, as she is looking for her baby that she left under the bridge. So I'm guessing she's killing anyone that comes out onto the bridge."
"Thinking they're out to harm her baby…" Dean finished for him.
"Bingo."
"Was she buried somewhere nearby?"
"I don't know I was actually hoping you could find something about that, T.J. You're into all the history nonsense."
"First of all it's not nonsense; second of all sure I'll find it."
I jumped onto the bed I shared with Dean and pulled out my duffel bag full of books from underneath the bed. I pulled out a giant reference book from the Civil War era and started my extensive research. My phone started to ring so I reached over and answered it without looking at the caller ID…big mistake.
"Are you still with them?" My father yelled.
"Yes…"
"I want you come back here right now!"
"I won't do that, I can't do that actually I'm in Texas."
"Well, thank you for making the search for the police that much easier."
"Excuse me?"
"I told the police you were kidnapped."
"You what?"
I jumped up and grabbed Dean's shoulder. My grip tightened on it and he looked up and me with concern.
"Are you insane?"
"I want those boys locked up and they will be very soon. I'll see you Tempest."
He hung up and I just stared at my phone. Dean stood up and took the phone from me. He listened to see if anyone was on the line before hanging it up and putting in on the table. Sam came over and put a hand on my shoulder. I jumped back to life.
"He put a missing person's on me! I can't believe this!"
"T.J. calm down even if the police do find you what can they possibly do? You're 26 years old you can just tell them you came with us willingly." Dean tried to calm me down.
"Yeah…yeah I guess you're right. I have to buy a new cell phone…"
"Why?" Sam asked curiously.
I picked up my cell from the table and chucked it at the wall as hard as I could and it shattered.
"Because I lost that one," I said innocently.
Dean and Sam laughed as I went back to my reference books. After about an hour of searching I finally found it.
"Okay boys, she's buried in St. Augustine's cemetery right next to her husband. I can get a virtual map of the cemetery and pinpoint exactly if you want?"
"Of course we want!"
"Alrighty then I need to borrow someone's cell phone since mine is out of commission right now."
Sam tossed his over to me and I dialed Tucker's number. After about five rings he finally picked up.
"Hello?"
"Hey Tucker its Tempest."
"Tempest, where have you been? Everyone has been worried sick."
"Calm down, I'm fine I'm on a road trip. Can you do something for me?"
"Sure what is it?"
"I need a virtual map of St. Augustine's cemetery. To find a woman named Sara Jane."
"Alright give me ten minutes and I'll call you back."
"Okay but my cell phone died so call me back on this number okay?"
"Got it."
I hung up and went back to reading but I felt someone's eyes boring into the side of my face. I turned to see Dean glaring at me.
"Yes?"
"Who was that?"
"Tucker, you guys met him he was the waiter at the bar I took you too."
"Right, is he your boyfriend?" Dean asked curiously.
"No just a friend."
"How close of a friend?"
Sam sensing that some sort of confrontation was coming on headed for the bathroom. I looked up at Dean and smirked.
"Jealous Dean, that maybe I have a new best friend now?"
"This guys your best friend?" Dean asked bitterly.
"Oh calm down you freak, he's just a friend and that's all. I've had one best friend since I was six and that's you so chill out."
Dean smiled proudly and went back to his dad's journal. Sam came out of the bathroom but something was bothering me still.
"Excuse me Dean Winchester but what does it matter if I had a new best friend or not?"
Sam turned on his heel and went straight back into the bathroom. Dean looked up at me like I had seven heads.
"You're my girl T.J. You've always been my girl, my best friend, my soul mate, you know everything about me and I know everything about you. I would hate knowing that someone else knows everything about you. I mean come on…it's always been you and me…"
I could tell he was getting a little embarrassed with this conversation so I decided to stop messing with him and put his mind at ease.
"And it always will be…"
I said smiling over at him. He looked up and gave me a sincere Dean Winchester smile, one he only showed to John, Sam, and me.
