I sighed leaning back in the crappy library chair, my eyes sliding closed as Dean settled down in front of the computer. "Let me try," Sam said suddenly through the silence as I opened my eyes to look between the two men. "I got it." Dean groused slapping Sam's reaching hand away from the keyboard. Sam rolled his eyes before he reached forward putting a hand on Dean's shoulder pushing him out of the way. "Dude," Dean cried out as he rolled back hitting Sam as he found his place beside his younger brother.

"You're such a control freak." He growled out moving his eyes back to the screen. "You two are so childish," I muttered under my breath as I crossed my arms over my chest; earning scathing glares from both brothers. Sam shook his head as his hands moved to hover over the keyboard. "So angry spirits are born out of a violent death, right?" Sam inquired as he began typing. "Yeah," Dean confirmed still sounding irritated. "Maybe it's not murder," Sam explained as he replaced murder with suicide, earning an impressed look from both Dean and me when a result popped up onto the screen.

"This was 1981," Sam began as he leaned closer to the screen to begin reading the article, "Constance Welch, 24 years old, jumps Sylvania Bridge, drown in the river." He rattled off as I read over his shoulder sparing the woman on the screen a glance getting an odd feeling as I looked into her eyes.

"Does it say why she did it?" Dean asked his brother. "Yeah," Sam said as his eyes scanned the words in front of him. "What?" I asked. "An hour before they found her, she calls 911." He read off as a sour look crossed over my face. "Her two little kids are in the bathtub, she leaves them alone for a minute and when she comes back." "They aren't breathing." I finished with a heavy frown. "Both die." He finished drawing a soft hum from Dean.

" 'Our babies were gone and Constance just couldn't beat it,' said husband, Joseph Welch." I read off before Sam could continue, "That bridge looks familiar to you?" Dean asked as he pointed to the picture in the news article. "Well, I'll be damned," I muttered a small smile finding its way to my lips. "We should get going," I exclaimed as I heaved myself out of the chair grabbing my coat as I went. "I'll drive," Dean replied following closely after me. "Dean you always drive." I reminded him as we left the building.

(Time Skip)

"So this is where Constance took the swan dive," Dean spoke up as he leaned over the side of the bridge. "Very respectful, Dean," I grumbled as I crossed my arms over my chest looking around as the boys scanned the water below. "Do you think Dad would have been here?" Sam asked from his place beside his brother, looking away from the water to look at him. Dean paused for a moment before nodding to himself. "Well, he's chasing the same story, and we're chasing him." Dean reasoned as he turned away from the edge of the bridge and toward the center of the road. "Okay, so now what?" Sam asked as turned to follow Dean. "Now we keep digging till we find him," Dean explained his tone dripping with exasperation as he shot Sam a look over his shoulder. "It might take a while," I spoke up from my spot, though Sam didn't seem impressed with the news.

"Guys, I told you I've got to get back by- "Monday," Dean and Sam finished in unison, Dean turned around to look at Sam straight on drawing a massive sigh from my being which seemed to go unnoticed from the pair.

"Right, the interview," Dean muttered recalling the conversation at Sam's apartment. "Yeah." "Yeah, I forgot," Dean uttered as he shot me a look over his shoulder. "You're really serious about this, aren't you?" Dean questioned almost sounding hurt to me. "You think you're just gonna become some lawyer, marry your girl?" He prodded his voice almost mocking at this point. "Maybe, why not?" Sam asked his tone sounding defensive as he responded to his brother's words.

"Does Jessica know the truth about you?" Dean inquired as he shot Sam an unimpressed look. "Does she know about the things you've done?" He taunted as Sam shot him a bitch face. "No, and she's not ever going to know," Sam vowed as he stepped closer to Dean, a worried feeling clawing its way into my stomach. "Well, that's healthy," Dean muttered as he shook his head.

"You can pretend all you want Sammy, but you're gonna have to face up to who you really are." Dean asserted as he moved to turn away from his now irritated brother. "Who is that?" Sam challenged as he followed his moving brother. "One of us," Dean explained as he waved his arm in my direction. "No, I'm not like you. This is not going to be my life." Sam insisted as he hurried his pace to stand in front of Dean stopping him in his tracks.

"Well, you have a responsibility." Dean jeered in response. "To dad and his crusade?" Sam sneered, I sighed as I turned away from the two of them leaving them to their argument. "I swear these two are going to be the death of me," I muttered to myself as I looked around the bridge, looking for anything that could lead us to John, and suddenly my eyes locked on a figure standing on the edge of the bridge. "Oh shit," I whispered under my breath, however my warning died in my mouth when I turned to the boys to see Dean pinning Sam to one of the beams of the bridge. "Boys." I hissed trying to get their attention, sighing in relief when they both turned and saw what I had seen.

I gasped when the figure turned to look at us before falling off the side of the bridge. "Oh god," I muttered before we all took off running to look over the edge. "Where's she go?" Dean asked as his eyes scanned the murky water below. "I don't know." Sam breathed from beside me, only to jump when the Impala suddenly roared to life at the entrance of the bridge. "What the-." Dean began as his eyes locked onto his beloved car. "Who's driving your car?" Sam asked as he watched the car. Dean said nothing only pulled his keys from his jean pockets, and in that moments the car suddenly roared to life and started down the road toward us. "Go." I cried out as I turned and booked it away from the killer car, moving to the edge I jumped over only managing to catch myself at the last second letting out a small squeal when I saw Dean fall past me and into the water below.

"Dean!" I cried eyes searching for any sign of him after he sank into the river. "Gia," Sam called from somewhere above me. "Grab my hand." He continued as he reached his hand down to my level, pulling fully onto the beam so I was no longer hanging over the water. "Dean!" Sam bellowed as he looked down.

"What?" Dean growled back after a minute, pulling his body out of the water and onto the river bank. "Hey, are you alright?" Sam breathed sounding worried as we watched Dean flop over to lay on his back. "I'm super," Dean yelled back in response, drawing a laugh from both me and the moose man beside me.

"Car alright?" I asked as I watched Dean look under the hood of the Impala. "Yeah, whatever she did to it, it seems alright now." Dean huffed slamming the hood closed. "That Constance chick- What a bitch!" Dean hollered into the air. "Well, she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure," Sam remarked as Dean sighed sitting down on the hood of the car. "So where does the trail go from here, genius?" Sam asked as he sat down beside him, Dean simply shrugged before sneering down at the muck that covered his body. "You smell awful." I teased with a chuckled holding my hand over my mouth and nose, earning a glare from the muck covered man in front of me.