I took a deep desperate breath as I threw myself out of the back of the Impala. "Thank god." I coughed out ignoring the glare that Dean shot me over the roof of the car. "It's not that bad." He hissed as he slammed the heavy door shut. "Yeah, Dean it is." Sam countered wincing as he caught another nose full of the scent that was rolling off his brother. "Shut up," Dean growled scowling at the pair of us as he started walking to the front desk area, leaving Sam and me to follow after him.
"One room please," Dean said to the man, tossing his credit card onto the countertop. The man took a moment to look over the three of us as he reached forward and grabbed the card giving it a once over. "You guys having a reunion or something?" He asked he tone skeptical as he wrote the information down in his book. "What do you mean?" Sam asked shooting Dean a quick look. "That other guy Burt Aframian, he came in and bought out a room for the whole month." He explained as he started digging out our keys, ignoring the look of 'I told you so' Dean threw in Sam's direction.
"What are the odds?" I joked as Dean and I stood watch in the hallway blocking the view of Sam picking the lock to his father's door. I received no answer as Sam finished picking the lock, stepping into the room pulling Dean in with him allowing me to follow and quickly close the door before anyone in the parking lot saw what we had done. "Wow," I whispered looking at the state of the room. "Your dad doesn't know how to clean," I told the boys as I moved to look at the newspaper clippings that covered large sections of the walls, smirking as I heard Dean groan in disgust behind me. "I don't think he's been here for a couple of days at least," Dean observed aloud.
"Salt, cats'-eye shells," Sam began as he knelt, running his fingers through the salt that littered the ground. "He was worried, trying the keep something from coming in." I mused glancing at him over my shoulder. "What do you got there?" He asked coming to stand beside me, "Centennial Highway victims." I responded looking at all the faces that were taped to the wall. "I don't get it, I mean, different men, different jobs, age, ethnicities." Dean rattled off shaking his head. "There's always a connection," I said moving closer to read one of the articles. "What do they have in common?" He questioned ignoring my comment as he ran the events through his head.
"Dad figured it out," Sam muttered drawing my attention. "What do you mean?" I asked him moving to stand beside him so I could have a look at what he had found. "He found the same article we did, Constance Welch, she's a woman in white," Sam explained nodding to the taped up article in front of him.
"You sly dogs," Dean commented turning back to the men's pictures with a small grin. "All right, so is we're dealing with a woman in white, John would have found the corpse and destroyed it." I cut in trying to give John some credit. "She might have another weakness," Sam muttered. "No, Dad would want to make sure, he'd dig her up," Dean said shaking his head at Sam's suggestion. "Does it say where she's buried?" He asked moving to stand with us.
"No, not that I can tell," Sam told him. "If I were Dad, though, I'd so ask her husband, if he's still alive," Sam said tapping the picture of the man. I sighed moving to flop down onto the unmade bed. "All right, why don't you see if you can find an address?" Dean suggested to Sam before looking down at himself. "I'm gonna' get cleaned up," Dean informed us as he turned to walk into the bathroom. "Hey, Dean what I said earlier about mom and dad, I'm sorry." Sam apologized causing me to wince at the change in conversation. "No chick-flick moments." Dean declared with a smirk waving it off. "All right, jerk." Sam chuckled out shaking his head. "Bitch," Dean shot back with an easy grin vanishing into the bathroom. "Morons," I muttered under my breath shaking my head at the two of them.
"Hey," Sam called snapping his head in my direction giving me a mock glare. "You love me." I teased with a small laugh lying down on the bed. "Jess call yet?" I asked him after a moment of silence. "I'll check." He said his voice quiet as he took a picture from the mirror. "You okay?" I asked his forcing myself into a sitting position. "Yeah," He sighed out sitting down on the bed, pulling his phone from his pocket no doubt to listen to his voicemails.
"Hey I'm starving, I'm gonna' grab a little something to eat at that diner down the street," Dean informed us as he left the bathroom pulling on a brown leather coat that had been hung up near the door as he went. "You guys want anything?" He asked us. "No." Sam and I echoed in response. "You coming Gia?" He asked fixing the collar of the jacket. "Nah, I'll stay here," I told him earning a nod as he left the room leaving Sam and me in his wake.
"All he thinks about is food." I joked aloud earning a snort from Sam before his phone began ringing. "What?" Sam answered and was quiet for a moment as he listened to whatever the person on the other line was saying. "What about you?" Sam questioned quickly shooting up off the bed, putting me on high alert as I followed suit. "What's going on?" I asked him in a low hiss as I watched him slide over to the window. "Dean's been spotted, told us to go." He informed. "Well then let's go," I said grabbing him by the sleeve of his jacket pulling him toward the bathroom locking the door behind us as Sam jimmied the window open. "Got it," He whispered offering me a hand helping me out of the window.
Time Skip
"Are you sure this is the place?" I asked Sam as I looked at the junk that littered the trailer in front of us. "It should be," Sam muttered before knocking on the door, it only took a moment for the door to swing open and an older man to step into view. "Hi, uh, are you Joseph Welch?" Sam asked shooting the man an innocent smile.
"Yeah," The man answered with a choppy nod, confused. "We just want to ask you a few questions." I jumped in with a sweet smile. Joseph seemed to consider us before he heaved a sigh and stepped out of his home closing the door behind him. "What about?" He inquired as he continued walking. "We were just wondering if you remember talking to this man," I asked as Sam pulled a photo from his jacket pocket handing it to Joseph to look at.
"Yeah, he was older but that's him." He confirmed with a nod handing the photo back. "He came by three or four days ago, said he was a reporter." Joseph continued as we walked. "That's right, we're working on a story together." Sam lied as he stuffed the picture carefully back into his pocket. "Well, I don't know what the hell kind of story you're working on, the questions he asked me." He said in response. "About your late wife, Constance." Sam cut in quickly.
"He asked me where she was buried," Joseph said unhappy to be reminded of the odd questions he had been asked about his wife. "And where is that again?" He asked earning a subtle eye roll from me as Joseph shot Sam a look of disbelief. "What, I got to go through this twice?" He asked his voice wavering slightly as he never broke eye contact with Sam. "It's fact-checking if you don't mind." I lied quickly trying to get this over with quickly and leave the poor man alone.
Joseph took a deep breath before he answered, looking away from us as the words left his mouth. "In a plot, behind my old place over on Breckenridge." Sam nodded as took in the information. "Why did you move?" I asked curiosity getting the better of me. "I'm not gonna live in the house where my children died." He said his voice shaky with emotion as we came to a stop.
"Mr. Welch, did you ever marry again?" Sam asked him. "No way, Constance - she was the love of my life, prettiest woman I ever knew," Joseph told us his tone sure as he looked at Sam. "So you had a happy marriage?" He asked earning a wide-eyed look from me.
Joseph hesitated before he answered with a simple 'Definitely.' "Well, that should do it." I cut in quickly offering the man a smile before grabbing onto Sam's sleeve. "Thank you for your time," I told him as I turned leading Sam away to the Impala, only to hiss a quick 'no' when he turned back to Joseph.
"Mr. Welch, you ever hear of a woman in white?" He called to the retreating man. "Dammit, Sam." I hissed watching as he turned around to level Sam with a look.
"A what?" He asked confused. "A woman in white or sometimes a weeping woman." Sam continued as I ran a hand over my face with a heavy sigh. "It's a ghost story, well, it's more of a phenomenon." He rattled off as he moved away from the car and closer to Joseph.
"They're spirits, they've been sighted for hundreds of years, dozens of places in Hawaii and Mexico, lately in Arizona, Indiana, all these are different women, you understand, but all share the same story," Sam informed him ignoring the angry look that began to settle onto the man's face. "Boy, I don't care much for nonsense." The other man gritted out turning away from Sam.
"You see when they were alive," Sam began again not letting up as he followed after him. "Their husbands were unfaithful to them, and these women suffering from temporary insanity, murdered their children." Sam pushed the man, he turned to fix Sam with a murderous look as he continued talking. "Then, once they realized what they had 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."
Joseph glared at Sam, moving to stand closer to him. "You think…" Joseph paused to gather himself growing angrier at the insinuation. "You think that has something to do with Constance, you smartass?" He snapped at Sam as his lips trembled with emotion. "You tell me." Sam shot back softly, not backing down.
"I mean, maybe, maybe I made some mistakes, but no matter what I did, Constance never would have killed her children." He snapped at Sam. "Now, you get the hell out of here, and you don't come back." He growled finally putting an end to the conversation walking back toward his home. "Nice," I commented dryly as I got into the car.
Time Skip
I watched with a proud smirk as Sam made the 911 call. "Just come quick!" He cried before quickly ending the call. "Sammy, college has changed you." I teased laughing when he reached over and smacked my arm. "I had to do something to get Dean out of there." He defended a small smile playing on his lips.
"I missed having you around," I told him as I looked away. "I missed you too." He muttered back before the car was plunged back into silence, only to be interrupted by the shrill ring of Sam's phone.
Sam placed the phone to his ear smiling as he listened to Dean on the other end. "You're welcome." He spoke up eliciting a laugh from me. "Tell me about it, so the husband was unfaithful, we are dealing with a woman in white," Sam told his brother as we continued on our way to the house. "She's buried behind her old house, which should have been Dad's next stop," Sam explained before pulling a face no doubt Dean had told him to shut up. "I just can't figure out why he hasn't destroyed the corpse yet," Sam spoke ignoring his brothers' demand. I watched as Sam's face fell and scrunched up in confusion. "What?" He asked shaking his head.
"How do you know?" I frowned turning in the seat to watch him more carefully. "He doesn't go anywhere without that thing," Sam said voicing his disbelief. "What's it say?" He asked. "Coordinates, where to?" He inquired and I rolled my eyes know Dean wasn't the greatest with maps. "Dean, what the hell is going on?" Sam asked intent to get an answer, I rolled my eyes turning around to face forward gasping when I saw Constance standing in the road. "Sam!" I cried getting his attention, Sam gasped as his phone falling to the floorboards along with my person as he slammed on the break causing the Impala to come to a screeching halt.
"Oww," I muttered wincing as I pulled myself up, my eyes widening when they caught Constance sitting in the back seat glaring at the back of Sam's head. "Take me home." She demanded her voice sending a chill down my spine. "Take me home." She said more forcibly when Sam didn't answer her. "No." He said his voice firm as he denied the ghost woman's demand. I gasped as the doors began locking. "Bitch that's cheating!" I cried as I glared at her, or where she used to be in the backseat as the car began driving itself.
"Sam," I muttered as the car pulled up in front of the old dilapidated house. "Don't do this." Sam pleaded as he met the woman's eyes through the rearview mirror. "I can never go home." She whispered as her eyes roamed over the house. "You're scared to go home," Sam spoke up as if he had realized something. "Yeah well, I would be too if I had murdered my children inside," I growled as I continued struggling to open the car door, yelping as the door flung open and I tumbled out leaving Sam inside the car. "No!" I cried scrambling to get to my feet and she appeared in the front seat where I had been sitting. "Dammit," I muttered looking around and sighing in relief when my eyes found Dean running up the driveway.
"Get down!" Dean called as he came to a stop beside the car and started unloading into the window causing her to flicker out of sight. "Sam.." I began only to watch open-mouthed and wide-eyed as he started the car. "I'm taking you home." He growled as he hit the gas crashing the car into the house. "Sam!" Dean cried out as we started running to the giant hole the car had created. "Sam," I yelled running in ahead of Dean. "Here." He called back weakly as I pulled the passenger side door open. "You okay," I asked, Dean gently pushed by me to check on his younger brother, leaning into the car. "I think," Sam replied with a wince. "Can you move?" Dean asked leaning further into the car to reach him. "Yeah, help me." Dean grabbed a hold of his arm and help Sam crawl out of the car and into the house.
I sighed and turned around only to grab Dean's arm in warning when I spotted Constance looking at a photo. Constance looked away from the picture to fix us with a glare. "Sorry?" I squeaked out earning a sharp elbow from Dean. Constance threw the picture onto the ground, moving out of the way as a dresser slide away from the wall toward us, pinning us to the side of the Impala. I groaned in pain along with the boys as I fixed the woman with my glare.
"You lady have some serious issues." I hissed in her direction when she started to walk toward us. 'What the hell.' I thought to myself as water started pouring down the stairs and the lights began to flicker around us, Constance herself moving to the end of the stairwell looking up toward the top as two voices called out. "You've come home to us mommy." The two kids said in unison as we watched on in silence, her face was filled with fear as she turned away from the stairs only to be stopped by her children wrapping around her, a horrible scream leaving her as they began to melt into the floor.
"Damn," I muttered under my breath as the flickering came to a stop, I helped the boys push the dresser away wincing as I rubbed at my stomach. Sam and Dean walked across the room to look at the spot where Constance and her children had been standing
"So this is where she drowned her kids." Dean panted looking down at the puddle of water. "That's why she could never do home," Sam confirmed with a sigh. "She was too scared to face them," I added from my spot leaning against the car. "Found her weak spot," Dean said with a grin. "Nice work." He said as he moved to walk over to look over his car slapping Sam on the chest as he walked past him. "Ahh!" Sam winced in pain as he laughed. "I wish I could say the same for you, what were you thinking shooting casper in the face you freak?" Sam shot back causing me to laugh as we watched Dean fret over the Impala.
"Hey, saved your ass." Dean shot back smirking over his shoulder. "I'll tell you another thing," Dean spoke clearly. "If you screwed up my car, I'll kill you." He threatened shooting Sam a look. "Yeah." I chimed in dodging with a laugh when he reached to smack me.
Time Skip
I sighed as I splayed out on the back-seat happy to rest my tired muscles. "Okay, here's where Dad went," Sam spoke up suddenly from his hunched position in the passenger seat. "It's called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado." Sam rattled off looking away from the map to look at Dean. "Sounds charming." Dean and I said at the same time, stopping for a second to exchange a smile. "How far?" Dean asked his map reading brother.
"About six hundred miles." Sam estimated as he looked back over the map laying his lap. "If we shag ass we can make it by morning," Dean spoke out hopefully turning his head away from the road to smile at Sam. Sam opened and closed his mouth a few times before he finally responded. "Dean, um.." He started his tone apologetic as he turned to look at Dean. "You're not going," I spoke up from the back-seat looking at him sadly as he shook his head.
"The interview's in ten hours I have got to be there." Sam reasoned with us. "Yeah, Yeah, whatever," Dean spoke his tone dismissive trying to hide his disappointment from his brother. "We'll take you home," Dean said quietly offering his brother a sad smile.
A few hours later we pulled to a stop in front of Sam's building, Sam and I got out of the car looking at each other for a moment before he sighed and pulled me into a hug. "It was good seeing you again," I whispered tightening my hug for a moment as I sick feeling came over me. "You too." He said reaching forward to ruffle my hair as I pulled out of the hug earning a groan from me as I slid into the passenger seat fixing my hair. "You call me if you find him, maybe I can meet up with you two later on, huh?" He offered as he leaned forward to look through the open window at Dean and I.
"Yeah, all right." Dean agreed dismissively as he started the Impala, Sam turning to walk up the concrete steps that lead to the doors to the stairs. "Sam," Dean called out suddenly bringing a small smile to my face. "You know, we made a hell of a team back there." He observed with a grin. "Yeah." Sam agreed quietly watching as we pulled away.
The car was quiet as we drove further away from Sam's building. "Dean." I started only to be cut off when the radio began to hiss. "What the hell?" I asked in a whisper leaning forward to mess with the radio dial. "Dean, somethings wrong," I said urgently meeting his eyes, he nodded doing a quick u-turn speeding down the road back to where we had left Sam. "Oh my god," I whispered as I spotted smoke pouring out of a couple of windows on Sam's floor. "Stay here!" Dean yelled as he jumped out of the Impala and booked it into the burning building.
I frowned as I stood next to Sam watching as he rummaged through the weapons compartment of the trunk, ignoring the feeling I got when looked up to meet my eyes. He sighed reaching in to grab a shotgun beginning to load it as we waited for Dean. I looked up at the sound of footsteps heading in our direction, meeting Dean's eyes I shook my head tilting my head toward the devastated man beside me. Sam sighs as a tear drips from his face landing on the shotgun in his hands. "We go work to do." He said he voice sharp with his anger as he tossed the gun back into the trunk slamming it shut with a resounding thud.